The process of growing up, of passing through the age of adolescence has, through the ages, been marked by great inner turmoil, uncertainty and tremendous pressures from family and peer group alike. Certainly, in our society today, the problems of youth appear to be more marked than ever before.
We hear constant reports of the pervasive use of drugs and alcohol in our schools. Of shoplifting and other petty crimes. Of promiscuity and dangerous VD epidemics.
Hilary Thompson and Hetty Sue Baker are two teenagers embarking on their own special journeys into adolescence. They find themselves plagued by their powerful emotions, uncertain how to handle their budding sexuality, falling rapidly in and out of love, getting angry over imagined slights and youthful misjudgments. Their friendship proves to be a stabilizing force, however, and it helps to see them through a summer wrought with more troubling and degrading events than either girl could have imagined.
TIED UP TEENAGERS-the story of two average young American girls' corning of age. A lesson to us all. A reminder, once again, that growing up is not easy.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Hilary Thompson was walking fast down Eliot Avenue. She wasn't looking at the flowers at the edges of the yards she passed. She was aware of the bright flowers and sweet aromas and knew she should be enjoying such a bounty of sensations. But there were other things on her mind. It was the second week of summer and Phil Parker still hadn't ... taken her bait. It embarrassed her to think of it in such blatant terms, but it was the most honest way to describe her play for the good-looking swim instructor. She'd even scraped pennies together for almost a year so she'd be able to sign up for his summer swim program. She'd sent away for a bikini that was maybe the prettiest thing she'd ever worn on her slim, young body. Phil had given her a two-word compliment and made her concentrate on keeping her body straight in the water.
Phil was in his mid twenties, at least that was her guess. He was around six feet tall with the curly brown hair and a sprinkling of chest fuzz the same color. He had the slender muscularity of a swimmer and a golden tan. Phil always had a golden tan. Once she'd seen his trunks pulled down slightly from his waist to expose the protected flesh underneath. Hilary tingled and flushed when she recalled the moment. She'd been standing behind him and had to fight an impulse to touch the contrasting tan-white skin. Of course she didn't touch. A boy was supposed to touch her first. Yet though she'd given Phil every opportunity, she only felt his hand on her belly when he supported her in the water and gave instructions on her kick or the way she held her head or other such stuff she didn't give a damn about. About that time Hetty Sue told her about how a girl changed when she stopped being a virgin.
Hetty was Hilary's best friend. The Baker family lived in a trailer halfway on the other side of town. Hetty Sue's father worked when he happened to run into a job. He was out of town much of the time, leaving Hetty Sue alone with her older sister Mona. It was Mona who had taught Hetty Sue what she knew about sex. Sometimes this information was right from the horse's mouth. But most of the time Hetty Sue just watched. Mona Baker liked to bring men home for a fuck at night when the Silver Spur closed. The Silver Spur was the bar where Mona worked.
So only a week before, Hetty Sue Baker had told Hilary that a girl walked differently when she'd lost her cherry. She talked differently. She even breathed differently. Everything about her was different after that thin membrane of flesh had been broken. And men noticed. Hetty and Hilary had stayed up late one night thinking about this. They had finally come to the conclusion that older guys didn't really go for virgins. They liked a girl who knew what was going on, who'd had enough cocks to be able to handle more of the same. And that very night Hilary had made a pact with herself. She would get rid of her cherry within the week. The reason she had no time to waste was because a new girl had signed up for swimming lessons. And Hilary was positive this chick was not a virgin. What made it worse was she'd seen Phil looking at the girl in a special way, too. Like he knew she had the cunt of a woman, not a child.
Hilary walked a little faster. She turned the corner on Fox and jogged up the sloping lawn to her front door. It was warm out and the nape of her neck was damp. She closed the door behind her and stood in front of the air conditioner and held her blonde hair up so the coolness from the vents refreshed her. Her mother was not yet back from her morning's shopping. Hilary smiled to herself and her heart thudded. She knew what she had to do. And there was no excuse now, no reason to back out. She had the house to herself for at least another hour. The plump flesh between her thighs tingled.
"Don't chicken out, dammit," she told herself. "Seventeen is too old to have a cherry anyway."
Hilary hurried up the stairs, closed and locked the door of her room and kicked off her sandals. Her tits felt heavy inside her brightly colored halter, and when she undid the tie, they bounced down on her chest. She could see that the nipples were swollen out more than usual. They looked like that in the morning sometimes. Brown and hot and long where her silk gown rubbed them in her sleep. Hilary liked her tits. They were just about C cup. And she had slim shoulders and chest so that what she had was pretty much all titty. There was a light swath across the heavy swells where her bikini kept the sun away. There was another white line, across her waist and ass-cheeks. She let her shorts drop and smoothed a hand over one haunch, liking the flow of her curves. She was naked now, except for the anklet of gold she never took off. It felt nice bumping her foot when she walked. Kind of sexy.
"Now or never," she said aloud, doing a quick turn in the middle of the room. Her blonde hair swung out and fell against her back, tickling her, exciting her. But she was more scared than anything else. Scared for the changes her little operation was going to bring about. She wouldn't be the same afterwards, she was sure of that. But just exactly how much would she be changed? Would her mother suspect? Or her dad? Hilary took another breath and went to her chest of drawers. She knew that she had to go ahead with it before it was too late, before she lost her nerve completely.
Hilary took the towel and carefully unrolled it on the bed. She had chosen the instrument of destruction two days before and hid it away under a tangled mess of nylon underthings. It had cost her close to ten dollars, and though she knew something else might have done just as well, she went ahead and charged it on her mother's credit card. Hilary had come upon the thing shining in a velvet case in the sporting section of a downtown department store. The clerk had given her a strange look as he'd wrapped it up, but Hilary had cheerfully ignored his remarks.
"You going to skin a bear with this?" the man had asked, his expression laughing at her all the while.
"As a matter-of-fact, I am," Hilary had said and blushed violently. The dumb-ass! How could he ever suspect that she meant to use the handle of the hunting knife, not the blade!
Hilary unpeeled the towel and looked down at the glittering curved steel. She dug the roll of electrician's tape from her shorts and tossed them on the floor again. Holding the knife carefully, she wound the tape around and around the blade until it was well-protected, safe to hold. Then she shifted her grip and looked at the ebony handle. It had a knob at the end, almost like a real human cock. And there were little curving indentations for each finger. The handle was about five inches long, maybe six. It was very smooth, even with all those bumps for the fingers to fit. There had been a leather thong through a hole at the top of the handle, but Hilary had cut that off. She ran her fingers over the rigid thing that she'd chosen to end her days as a virgin with.
"Oh, God, I hope I don't freak!"
Her cunt-lips had gotten spongy and hot and she could feel something leaking into the sparse, blonde curls that edged her slit. She took a small jar of face cream from the towel, dipped a finger and dabbed some on the chrome knob of the handle. Then she took the hand mirror from her night table, parted her legs as she sat there on the mattress and bit her bottom lip.
Hilary hadn't wanted to make her little operation into an orgy. But as she eased that hard, slickened knob between her outer cunt-lips, her toes had fanned all by themselves and she found herself breathing somewhat faster.
"Mmmmmmmm She let the knife handle glide up and down her sweet gash, easing it across her clit. She hadn't planned it that way. But her clit demanded more attention immediately and she ground the chrome knob harder against the steamy nubbin.
"Oh, shit ... Ohhhhh!"
Hilary was sitting with her back propped against some pillows at the head of her bed. She bent her knees until her feet were almost touching sole to sole. This pulled apart her pussy until she could see every detail in the mirror. Her cunt looked so wet! Every bump and fold was glistening, dripping with her juice. And the dab of cold cream had not really been necessary. The knife handle was shiny, too, as she worked it up and down her pink crack. Whenever it slipped over that patch of thin flesh that covered her hole, Hilary gasped and her eyes fluttered. She knew it would hurt. And once the deed was done, there'd be no going back. Maybe she should stay a virgin for a while longer ... maybe....
"No! There's not a damned reason for being a virgin," she said to the room. "Not that I can think of anyway."
Her full tits heaved. She was almost panting by now, and the slide of the knife handle between the puffy lips of her pussy was making an unbelievable sound! It smacked and slurped and slid until she had to wiggle her hips around wnere she sat. She let the mirror drop from her hand and closed her eyes. She pushed the handle against that special hollow and then nervously jerked it away. It felt better to rub her clit. Yes, she'd just rub her clit some more and try to get the nerve to finish the job she'd started.
"You coward," she breathed to herself, "you silly coward!"
The friction against her clit had made it swell and grow from the protecting folds. It jutted up from the shiny mess like a tiny finger. She couldn't seem to rub it enough!
"Ohhhh! Nnhhhuuuuh!"
Hilary's hair was tangled around her neck, tickling her tits. She hadn't wanted to, but little by little she'd scooted down until she was almost all the way on her back. And the bed bounced gently as she moved her ass up and down. Where had she learned to move like that? She hadn't learned it anywhere. She was just moving. It felt good to move. The big muscles of her ass-cheeks tightened wonderfully when she pumped her hip forward and back. That tightening created a tension which burned through the underside of her cunt-mound like a shot of lightning. She moved faster. The breath came from her nostrils in little puffs. She licked her lips. Her head tossed on the pillow.
Now she had both hands on the taped blade of the hunting knife. She rocked it up and down, gouging the tender pink insides of her virgin pussy.-It occurred to her that no man had ever so much as touched her pussy. Of course she'd fingered her snatch. Hetty Sue had told her about that. How a girl could rub her clit until something crazy and wild and naughty happened to her. Hilary had made that naughty thing happen lots of times the past few years. But now she was more excited than any of those times. Was it the knife handle, or maybe the knowledge that she was going to do something dangerously new this go-around? Hilary sighed, and suddenly thrust the chrome knob across her cherry.
"Woooooo! Ohhhhh, Jesus! Ohhhh, shit!"
Could she actually do it to herself? Maybe a girl just couldn't. Maybe that was why boys usually did it with their pricks. A girl could just let it happen then. She could just lie back and open her legs and 1st the boy ram into her softness with his long, rigid cock. Imagining like that made her think of the knife handle as a man's cock! It hadn't occurred to Hilary that she could pretend so easily. As she shoved and prodded at her cunt with the slippery thing she thought of Phil Parker at the swimming pool. She imagined him standing above her as she stretched sexily on the grass at the edge of the water. She let her daydream take down his trunks. At first she didn't know whether to imagine his cock as circumcised or not. But since she couldn't remember exactly how a circumcised cock looked, she let it be the other way. Like the colored picture she'd seen in the book at Hetty Sue's place. The book belonged to Hetty's big sis Mona, and they liked to get it out when she wasn't around.
So her dream Phil dropped to his knees between her legs, his cock thrusting upwards in the air, his balls swinging underneath. She pretended he didn't have any hair down there. That way she could see the details better.
"Ohhhhh, Phil-fuck me, honey! Fuck me in my cunt!"
The words worked on her in a fantastic way. She murmured them again and felt the shivery thrill of pleasure burst like a small bomb up inside her pussy. Now the bed squealed and thumped as she tossed with rising excitement. She wasn't even thinking about the fear of breaking her own cherry now. And with the fear gone, she knew it was time to act! She snatched the towel from close by and shoved it under her frolicking, dancing ass. For the blood. Would there be much? Before she could entertain new fears with that thought, she grasped the protected knife blade again and forced the handle hard against the stretched hollow. The membrane held. She bucked around on the bed, whimpering and panting with ravishing sensations. It wasn't a knife handle. It was Phil's cock! He was going to fuck her and fall in love with her for ever and ever and ever!
"Ohhhhh ... Phil ... Phil ... do it ... do it now!"
Phil faded unexpectedly from her mind. A dog took his place. A huge, furry animal that changed into a bear and then a panther with a snarling, dripping mouth. Where had all that come from? She gritted her teeth and tried to recapture the way Phil looked. Her ass plunged wildly as she rubbed her dripping gash up and down the knife handle. Again the chrome knob fit into the depression where her hole began. But the protecting flesh wouldn't give.
Whining with frustration, Hilary rolled onto her belly. Was she really going to chicken out after all? She didn't have the nerve to take her cherry and bust the hell out of it, did she?
"I do ... I do!" she cried, keeping the slick handle against her hymen. Her hands were down under her belly, down between her parted thighs as she bucked and pumped against the hard thing she pretended was Phil Parker's cock. But whenever the pressure grew so that she felt her hymen almost tear, her courage would fail. Until the knife blade itself caught in the bedcovers, she didn't think she would ever lose her virginity. But the tape had parted at the razor-sharp tip of the blade and it had dug into the mattress and caught like that as she made a last wiggling thrust backwards against the handle.
"EEEEEE!" she cried. "NHHHHHHooooo!"
The soft slip of her pussy down over the hard handle brought drool dripping out the corner of her mouth. She'd done it! She could feel the slight sting as the grips of the knife handle forced deep into the velvety passageway of her cunt. Gingerly, she worked her pelvis forward and back, up and down. Her pussy-hole was tight, but each time she urged her body back down on the mattress, the tip of the blade held firm in the covers and the handle was forced deeper and deeper and deeper. Until at last she felt the hilt where the taped blade began. She didn't want that up inside her cunt, even though the razor edge was covered. Hilary stopped moving her body and rolled onto her back again.
"I did it ... Ohhhhh, God!"
She lifted her head enough to see the taped blade sticking from between her plump outer cunt-lips. She tried to ease the thing out some, but the unstretched muscles of her cunt held the finger grips firmly. The white towel was splotched with blood. Not much really. Hilary dabbed at the edge of her hole with a trembling finger and saw the red. It made a warm rivulet over a knuckle and then began to dry.
She sat on the edge of the bed and looked down between her legs. It seemed funny to see that taped blade jutting out of her crotch like that. She wasn't used to a hole being there. Again she touched the thing, making the handle move inside her twat. Her breathing was fast and shallow. She moved it again and let her finger rub up across her clit at the same instant.
Heavenly! It was absolutely heavenly! She began to work the handle of the knife faster. Making it go in and out. Making it gouge the slippery, soft walls of her pussy. How far did it reach, that tube of hers? She wasn't to the end of it yet and didn't dare push any more of the knife inside her cunt to find out. The hot folds of her pussy seemed to grasp that thing so tightly! She lay back on the bed, her legs bent over the edge, feet on the floor. Then with both hands, Hilary began to fuck herself with the handle of the knife. She pulled it out so that only the knob was still clasped by the circle of muscles where her hymen had been. Then she plunged it deep.
"Yuuuhhhhh!"
Again she fucked herself. A hot line of juice trickled down under her ass. Or was it blood? She didn't really care any more. The rhythmic rubbing of that bumpy handle going in and out of her hole was the most disquieting thing she'd ever experienced. It seemed to add tremendously to the light friction she was applying to her stiff clit. Her whole body shivered with pleasure every time she thrust the handle deep into her cunt. She could imagine Phil again, his mouth kissing her, his cock fucking her. She grabbed a pillow and hugged it to her tits.
"Phil! I love you, Phil! Ohhhhh ... I'm gonna come! Ohhhhh, shit!"
Hilary kicked her legs up straight and thrust her ass around in feverish circles as she fucked herself with the knife handle and rubbed a thumb across her clit like she was trying to erase the blood-swollen nub. She knew that the juice was really flooding from her box now. She was getting the covers wet with it even, but she didn't care. She couldn't think of anything but the glorious waves of pure pleasure that throbbed between her thighs.
"Nhhhuu! Nhhuuuhh! Ohhhhhhh, FUCK!"
And now her senses took her up, up and over that frantic fire. Her skin seemed to crawl on her flesh as she thrust the knife handle faster and faster in and out of her cunt. The slick slurp of it going into her cunt made her cry out with passion. It was Phil's cock ... or maybe someday it would be! Ohhhh, she could hardly wait till he really did take her in his arms and fucked her!
"Phil ... yess! Ohhhh, it feels so goood!"
Hilary's fingers fluttered and danced around the edges of her hole. Her clit was a rigid little stalk that itched so bad. She couldn't seem to ever quite find the tickle, and the harder and faster she dug at it, the more frenzied was the pleasure!
At last she rode the last rising wave into some kind of heaven she'd only had a hint of before. Her lungs filled and emptied in an attempt to supply her with enough air. Her ass thumped powerfully on the bed, making her cunt caress and tighten on the hard invader that had broken her ties with childhood.
She came so sharply, so feverishly that the knife slipped from her hand and the handle slithered out of her hole. It thumped onto the floor as her cunt tightened on itself and her clit exploded with unspeakable thrills.
Hilary heard herself babbling in the final exquisite radiance of her come. She was saying things, thinking things she never dared to say or think when she was her normal self. For an instant she even had an image of Phil fucking her from behind. With her hands bound tightly as she wiggled helplessly. With his hard cock raping her deeply, completely ... and all against her will.
Hilary opened her eyes. Her heart had slowed some and her breathing was getting back to normal. She got up from the bed and walked across the room to her mirror. Her blonde hair was mussed and there was a splotch of blood on the inside of one thigh. She could see the inner folds of her pussy. They were swollen out, making her slit bloom slightly. It looked like a rosy flower, each delicate petal glistening with her twat-juice. Her face was flushed and a heat rash had broken out under her tits.
"Wow," she breathed, shaking her head slowly. "I guess I took care of my virginity all right...."
It was funny, but she didn't feel all that much different. Of course, there was a little stinging sensation where her cherry had been. And her cunt-mound was puffy and plump from the excitement she'd given to herself. But had her new status done anything more?
Hilary examined her hazel eyes. Did she see a hint of sophistication that hadn't been there before? Maybe a little glint of wickedness, too? Yes, she was sure she could tell the difference, slight as it might be. She strolled naked around her bedroom, turning quickly from time to time as if to catch her reflection in the mirror when it was least expecting it. It was hard to say if she walked differently or not. Maybe the change came slower than she'd expected. She went to the window and leaned her chin on her hands. She wished Hetty Sue was there. Maybe she would see the difference more easily. Hetty had an older sister to measure against. And Hilary was sure that Mona Baxter must be the standard for sexual sophistication. She sighed and started to turn away from the window. But from the corner of her eye she glimpsed someone in the yard below. Cal Carter, the boy her folks had hired to keep care of the lawn and flowers. Cal was tall, black and beautiful. He went to school in another town not far from Dolton and was pretty popular, so Hilary had heard. He was about Hilary's own age and already she was thinking, running a little game through her head. Wouldn't Cal be a good test of her newly acquired sexuality? The fact that he was black made her a little nervous, of course, but nobody made much of an issue about race any more. At least not around those parts.
She was starting to breathe fast again when she got out her red bikini and slipped into it. It took a little bit of fooling around in front of the mirror to make sure she had left no stray cunt hair poking out from the edges of the skimpy crotchband. Then she got the cups just right so that her tits looked like jiggly melons when she walked. There was just a tiny line of white skin showing, a hint of the untouched, ivory flesh hidden beneath the thin material. Satisfied that she was presentable, Hilary padded downstairs and out the back door. She had to hurry, because her mother had forbidden her to sunbathe whenever Cal was around. Mothers could be so stuffy.
"Hi, Cal," she said, coming up behind him.
Cal put down his rake and leaned on the branch of the big tree he'd been cleaning around. Hilary couldn't see his eyes behind his sunglasses.
"What's goin' on?" Cal said.
Though she couldn't tell, Hilary was almost positive he was getting a good look. She sauntered around the tree, looking at what he'd been doing. Then she picked up the rake and started dragging it across the ground.
"This doesn't look hard. I bet I could do it."
"Bet you could, too," Cal said.
He hadn't moved much. He was watching her, though, hands on his hips. Every so often the match in his mouth changed sides. That was the only way she could tell he was still conscious. Hilary came close to him, threw her head to get the blonde hair out of her eyes.
"How come you work over here in Dolton?" she breathed. "Aren't there any jobs where you live?"
The match twitched. Hilary was sure that Cal's nostrils had flared.
"More white girls over here in your town." Cal said. His voice sounded flat. Icy flat. "Nigger has to see at least a dozen white girls every day or he goes stone blind. Didn't you know that?"
Hilary blushed. She wished she had the nerve to slap Cal's face. That arrogant smile of his made her feel like a piece of shit. He picked up the rake again and turned to his work.
"I just came out to be sociable," she said, clenching her fists. Her voice trembled and Cal heard it.
"Oh, sure you did. In that red bikini, too." He turned and pulled his sunglasses off. His eyes were dark pools of anger. "You think I ain't seen no white pussy strutting around? You think I'm gonna throw my rake over the fence and grab you?"
"You're ... you're awful!"
Cal grabbed her wrists and twisted them behind her. He pulled her forward against his body, holding her hands all the while. Hilary felt her heart thud. Her tits mushed softly against Cal's hard chest. Then she felt him lift his thigh up between her legs.
"That's what you wanted, wasn't it?" he growled. "You were wondering what it would feel like to have a big black cock pushed up into your pink little pussy, ain't that right?"
Hilary was too shocked, too frightened to speak. She stared up at him, hardly believing this was really taking place. In her very own back yard.
"You t-t-turn me loose."
Cal brought her hands around in front again. For a moment they were close to his face and Hilary saw him smile hugely. He thrust her knuckles under his nose and sniffed.
"Well, well, this little white girl been playing with her pussy, ain't she?" He smelled again and Hilary yanked to free herself from his grasp. But the strong black fingers had her wrists like vises. "You been finger-fucking yourself, white girl. Then come out here and throw it up to me...."
Cal let her go. Hilary ran back across the yard sobbing. She heard his laughter behind her, chasing her. She kept hearing it even after she'd slammed the back door and hurried up the stairs to her room. She pulled a pair of jeans over her bikini and got into her sandals. Then she brushed her hair, pretending nothing had happened at all. It would be time for her swimming lesson soon. She didn't have time to worry about such trash as Cal Carter. But before she picked up her towel to go, Hilary went to her window and peeked around the edge of the curtain.
Cal was standing in the middle of a flowerbed, feet planted wide. A stream of piss arched out from him. Though she didn't want to look, Hilary's eyes locked on the long, dark hose in his hand. Cal's cock. A black man's cock. A shiver went through her shoulders. Hilary decided she hated Cal Carter. Damned nigger! He was lucky she wasn't going to tell her folks about what he'd done. Hilary grabbed her towel and took off down the stairs.
CHAPTER TWO
Hetty Sue finished braiding her hair and chose two small blue ribbons to tie at the ends. Then she pulled a pale-blue T-shirt over her shoulders and smiled at the mirror. She loved blue. Blue like her eyes and like the little veins that showed at the undersides of her wrists. She wiggled into a pair of tight jeans and the scuffed cowboy boots she'd just about worn out. When she'd tucked the T-shirt in and fastened her Western belt, she took another look at her reflection.
"Nose is peeling," she mumbled, picking at a flake of skin. The flake fell away to expose a freckle. Hetty shook some lotion from a bottle and dabbed. Her nose was short and turned up. It wasn't a bad nose at all, though sometimes she found herself wishing she had a long, aquiline one like her best friend Hilary. Hilary's tits were so big, too! Hetty brushed a palm over her small swells and shrugged. Well, a tit was a tit. Boys seemed to like all kinds.
Hetty Sue felt a tingle rush over her skin as she remembered how it had felt the night a boy had first put his mouth around one of her soft and tender nubbins. She hadn't told him what had happened to her after that. It still puzzled her how just doing that had made her come. But she had. By the time the guy had gotten the nerve to get his finger under the nylon crotchpiece of her panties, Hetty had been on the downslope of her excitement. His twat-tickling had hurt then and she'd begged him to stop. So much for boys. They didn't know their ass from a hole in the ground most of the time.
A noise from the next room made Hetty stop breathing. Why did they make the walls of these trailers so damned thin? But she could just as well ask why her sister brought home a different guy ever night. Mona was in there right now with some turkey Hetty had never met. And she probably wouldn't ever meet him, either. She sure hoped not. The men Mona brought home always looked at her like ... Hetty sucked a quick breath and stuffed some money in her pocket and started for the door. She was going to meet Hilary at the swimming pool so they could go downtown after Hilary's lessons were over. Hetty wished she could afford lessons herself, but that was out of the question of course. It was all she and Mona could do to keep paying the rent. Especially since her pa was gone for a while. When he worked out of town he never sent much money back home.
"Ahhh, come on, Mona. One more time, baby ... real slow!"
Hetty found herself standing there in the hall.
There was no reason for her to pause at that particular spot except that she was close to her sister's bedroom door. And someone had left it open a crack. Hetty tried to make her feet move.
"Christ you got some tongue. You know I love it like that."
"Bob ... Mmmmmm!"
So this one was named Bob. Hetty let her breath out slowly. She'd been holding it so she could hear better. Why did she want to hear all that crap anyway? Because she'd learned everything she knew about sex from her older sister, that was why. And Hetty knew she still couldn't resist playing peeping Tom.
She stepped a little closer to the door, making sure her cowboy boots didn't give her away. She could see the man now. He was older than her sister by a good ten years. Mona was close to thirty, though she looked somewhat younger, Hetty thought. So this guy might be forty for all she knew. Because of the way the sheet was, she couldn't see his cock. Then Mona turned and the thing bobbed up as the man rolled onto his back. Though Hetty had peeked at a lot of cocks in the past year or so, the thrill was still just as strong as that first look she'd ever had. She had come to the conclusion that there were no two pricks alike. This one was different too. The cock-tip seemed darker than the others, the shaft pale. It looked blunter, thicker than Mona's last home companion. Mona got on her knees between the man's legs. Then she started rubbing his belly, playing with his balls. Hetty swallowed.
"Okay," Mona whispered, "you want something and I want something...."
"What do you want, baby?" Bob asked.
"Nothing that I can see," she laughed, slapping his thigh hard. The man frowned a little but made a quick recovery.
"Hell, I bought you drinks and dinner last night."
"I can get drinks free where I work," Mona said, wrapping her fingers around his cock.
Hetty was holding her breath again. She watched the man's cock-tip swell darker. He was squirming around on the bed as her older sister squeezed and relaxed, squeezed and relaxed. Then Mona dropped her head suddenly and flicked the tip of her tongue across the darkened cock-crown. Bob arched his back and grunted.
"Go dig in my pants and take what you want," he gasped.
Mona was off the bed in a flash. Hetty watched her sister's trim shape as she knelt by the pile of clothing, her fingers fishing deep into a pocket. She folded a ten, a five and a few ones into a book on the dresser. Then she hopped back onto the bed.
"I left you enough for breakfast," she said, grinning.
"And I guess you'll want me to take you with me," Bob said, shaking his head.
Mona licked her lips. "No. This is my breakfast." She looked at the throbbing cock that jumped in her grasp.
Hetty Sue leaned weakly against the doorframe. She'd watched Mona fuck lots of guys. But she'd never watched anything like this. Nor had she seen Mona take money from any of her dates. Not that it hadn't happened. Hetty had always suspected that her sister was putting the touch on her dates for more than just the evening's expenses.
"Make it good and slow, would ya?"
"Sure, honey."
Mona made her mouth into an O and held Bob's cock up straight from his body. Hetty Sue felt her knees tremble. She didn't know whether she could stay and watch this! But she sure as hell wasn't going to leave, either. Her panties were feeling pretty damp. She see-sawed her hips and felt the soft inner lining of her pussy rub. Her nipples had changed under the T-shirt. Usually they were just soft, wrinkled bumps of pink. Now they were pushing out like little stalks. And they seemed lots more sensitive, too. Like they felt when she finger-fucked herself to sleep at night. Hetty shivered and hugged herself as she peered through the crack of the door.
"Come on, Mona. Jesus Christ!"
Mona was sliding the O of her mouth up and down on the head of Bob's cock. She was just barely touching it. The purple skin was glossy with her spit, but the shaft was still dry. It was really a big cock, Hetty thought. Her own young pussy tingled. The only time in her life she'd fucked, the boy's cock hadn't been nearly so big.
Hett remembered the time. She could hardly even call it a fuck, though she had lost her cherry. She'd done it in a closet in the boy's house. He'd used a baggie for a rubber and the two of them had stood up the whole time. Not that it took much time. The baggie had been filled in less than three minutes. Hetty Sue remembered the feeling. A pleasant tickle, a vague hot thrill. She'd been disappointed. She had wondered if she had come. Later she'd realized that she hadn't. Finger-fucking was more fun than fucking in a closet standing up. And that damned baggie had been too rough on her tender pussy-petals.
"Give me more mouth, baby! You're gonna drive me up the wall!"
"Mmmmm. Nhhhhh," Mona said through her nose.
Hetty watched her sister's mouth slip down farther on the white cock-shaft. Mona's hair was reddish blonde like her own. Except that there was more of it. And it looked so sexy to see it draped at each side of Bob's cock like that. It formed a little backdrop for her feast.
Yes, it sounded like a feast! Mona was slurping and sucking and sliding her tongue up under the rigid prick. Her spit made dewdrops in Bob's cock hair. Bob rubbed his fingers through his hair. He was a little grey at the temples, Hetty noticed. And his belly wasn't completely devoid of fat. But he sure looked like he was enjoying himself. It was exciting just to watch him. But Hetty felt there was something wrong about what was happening, too. That something about her sister's life style was ... destructive ... dangerous. Maybe because it was probably against the law.
Hetty smothered a gasp and rubbed the front of her body against the doorframe. Her pussy was pulsing like a soft, squishy bomb. She had the worst urge to stab a hand down under her jeans. Instead, she dragged her fingers across the crotch of faded denim and watched Mona take Bob's cock all the way down to his balls.
"Mother-fucker!" the man groaned, squirming his hips like crazy. Mona bobbed her head, holding his cock.
Hetty thought that that bulging tip had to be stuck in her throat! How could her sister keep from gagging? But then how could she even stand to have a man's prick in her mouth to begin with! Hetty Sue succumbed to her body's tickly want then. She worked a hand under her belt and got under her panties, too. As the finger gouged up and under, she let out a long breath. The slippery folds of her pussy parted around the thrust of her finger, wetting and clasping against the knuckles.
"Yessss," she breathed. "Ohhhhh, yessss!" A faint sucking sound came to her ears as she worked the finger into her tight, steamy cunt-hole. Gently she fucked herself with the finger as her juices dripped like a spring rain;
Bob had wrapped his legs around Mona's back. She was working over his crotch feverishly now, riding her mouth up and down his prick-shaft, driving her tongue in wild circles at his tip whenever it popped free from between her lips.
The skin across the cock-crown looked tight as a drum.
Hetty Sue knew it didn't take much for a man to come. How would Mona know when it was about to happen. She didn't intend to swallow his sperm, did she? Hetty remembered how fascinated she'd been with the contents of that baggy that had been used on her. Fascinated but repelled, too. It smelled like nothing else in the world. It was so slimy, so slick. Like snot. It wasn't the kind of thing she'd want in her mouth.
"Mona ... You got it, baby. You got it now!" Bob groaned.
There was a new sound in Mona's nostrils. Hetty stared, hardly believing what she saw. A string of something white dripped suddenly from her sister's nose. Mona held Bob's balls tightly in her hands, nursing them like rubber bulbs full of cream. She was eating his jizz!
Hetty watched her sister swallow and swallow and swallow again and she still couldn't get it all down. The shock of this made Hetty yank her fingers out of her cunt-hole and pull her hand free. She started to leave, to get the hell out of the trailer. She felt stifled and out of breath. She felt giddy with the reality unfolding on her sister's bed only a dozen feet from where she stood.
"Shit, Mona! God damn!"
Mona had Bob's cock in both hands now, her mouth poised an inch away from the frothing tip. But her tongue! Hetty held her breath as she watched her sister flick the underside of the swollen, fountaining prick. She licked it with slow, swirly movements. She petted the flared edge of the cock-crown so slowly that Bob's whole body shuddered with pent-up excitement. And each time another thick glop of fuck-cream boiled out, Mona let it puddle in the trough of her tongue so she could take it into her mouth and swallow. Hetty knew then that her sister preferred to eat jizz. She could let it drip down if she wanted. She wanted to eat the hot, slick seed!
Hetty pushed herself away from the wall and tiptoed down the hallway. She thrust herself outside into the sunshine and took a deep breath. She could still get a whiff of the pungent odor of the jizz she'd watched explode from the man's cock, though she knew it was only her imagination working overtime.
She hurried down the street to the bus stop. She hardly remembered giving her fare to the driver and the ride across town passed quickly without her noticing anything outside the bus. She felt as if she were in a trance. All she could see when she closed her eyes was that white, sticky jizz bubbling down her sister's chin, the droplets glistening on the tops of Mona's tits where the cum had overflowed her lips.
"I'd never do that!" she said aloud once, and then looked around to see if anyone had heard her. At Payne Street she got off and leaned against a tree for a few moments until she was sure she could walk. Then she started slowly in the direction of the Cloverleaf Swimming Club.
The club was a private one, though anybody with enough money could join. Hetty didn't have that kind of money. It even cost extra to get private tutoring from the swim instructor. Since the Cloverleaf Club didn't open until one in the afternoon, the lessons were given during the mornings, two students to each hour session. Hilary was taking her hour class with a girl Hetty knew. Wilma Ritter, a real looker. She had dark, long hair and almond eyes and legs that had won her the head cheerleader position at Dolton High two years running.
When Hetty started across the small park towards the swimming club, she saw Hilary come out of the front entrance. She was dressed and had a damp towel rolled up under her arm. Hetty waved but Hilary wasn't looking in her direction. She was acting funny, Hetty thought. She circled the small building where the showers were and stopped beneath the high window that was open. Hetty trotted across the grass and came up beside her.
"Oh, Hetty, it's you! You scared me!"
"Swimming over?"
Hilary gave her a glum look. "Yeah, it's over. But I'm not through yet." She put her finger to her lips. "Can you boost me up to that window?"
Hetty looked at Hilary to see if she were kidding. Hilary outweighed her by fifteen pounds at least, and Hetty had never set any records when it came to strength. Hilary caught her expression and shrugged.
"Okay, I'll boost you," she said.
"What's this all about anyhow?"
Hilary let out a breath. "That damned Wilma was carrying on around Phil something awful. I thought she was going to proposition him right there in the deep end of the pool. Then when the lessons were over, she hangs around in the shower until I'm gone. I just get the feeling she's up to something."
"Maybe we shouldn't be peeking in there," Hetty Sue said.
"Oh, come on. Put your foot in my hands."
Hetty felt herself lifted up. She let her hands slide along the brick wall until she could get her fingers over the ledge just below the open window. She looked around the park to see if anyone might be watching. Then she looked down into the girls' dressing room and shower, realizing that it was the second time that morning she'd played the part of the peeping Tom.
At first she couldn't see anything. Until she heard the soft groan, a girl's groan! Then she saw the muscled, tan back of Phil Parker. Hetty's body trembled and she let her body lean against the hot bricks of the building. Hilary teetered some but managed to keep holding her up.
"What do you see?" her friend hissed from below.
"Nothing yet," Hetty lied. But she was seeing plenty.
Wilma Ritter was stretched on her back on the long bench by the lockers. Hetty could see that the top of her bikini was still in place, though one full tit threatened to explode from the skimpy yellow cup. Wilma's bikini bottom was draped over the back of a metal folding chair. For a moment Hetty could see the dark beaver that covered her cunt-mound. Then Phil's head was in the way. A sucking, licking sound echoed in the shower room and Wilma dug her fingers in Phil's hair.
"Uhhhhhh, Phil. Ohhhhh, God, we shouldn't. We shouldn't!"
Hetty Sue had heard of men who liked to eat pussy. But she'd never had any experience approaching what she now observed. Even Mona hinted at it sometimes, but without any reality to go on, Hetty often wondered if it really ever happened very much. But now she knew that it sure did happen sometimes!
Wilma's feet were on the concrete floor on either side of the bench she lay on. She started rubbing them back and forth, fanning her toes and gasping. The slurpy sound where Phil's mouth pressed against her wet pussy became louder.
"Your pussy is so sweet," he said, making her spread her legs even wider.
For an instant Hetty saw his tongue flash out, saw it divide the rosy pussy-petals that dripped with juice there in the steamy divide between Wilma Ritter's thighs. She humped her back and rubbed her cunt unashamedly against the swim instructor's mouth.
"Well?" Hilary whispered from below. "Do you see anything?"
"Huh-uh," Hetty shook her head. How could she tell her very best friend that the guy she wanted was eating her rival's pussy? "Maybe you'd better let me down."
"No. I just know she's waiting for him to do something," Hilary insisted. She shifted her grip. "You're heavy but I can hold out for a little while more."
When Hetty put her nose back in the open window, she saw Wilma Ritter writhing on the bench like she had been stung by ants. Phil had stopped eating her cunt out and was trying to kiss his way up her flat, heaving belly.
"Noooooo! Nooooo, Phil," the leggy brunette whined. "I don't want to fuck."
"I gotta have you, Wilma."
"Don't. Ohhhhh, God, don't!"
Hetty didn't see how Wilma twisted away from Phil, but somehow the girl did. She limped bare-assed to the first shower stall she could find. Phil was right behind her, his cock pushing out the front of his trunks. It looked like he had a bull snake hiding in there. Hetty's breathing was quick and hot. She let her tits touch the brick wall as she clung to the window sill and watched.
"You can't just turn me off," Phil swore, grabbing Wilma's wrists.
They were both under the spray now as the muscled instructor forced the shapely girl's hands high on the wall. He dry-fucked her like that, only their damp swim suits between cock and cunt. Hetty Sue thought she was going to pee her pants.
Wilma flopped and writhed but Phil was so strong it was no trouble for him to pin her helpless. Then he took both her hands with one of his and worked his tight trunks off. He had a hard, muscled ass and Hetty could see his dark balls swinging between his thighs.
"Noooooo!" Wilma screeched as her bikini top was yanked off.
Her tits quivered free on her chest and immediately Phil was sucking a brown nipple between his teeth. The ex-cheerleader let out a real holler this time and her back arched sharply as she tried to tuck her pussy under and away from the bobbing, rigid prick of her attacker. But Phil rubbed himself up against her. He had her wrists pinned easily with one hand as he guided his cock-shaft with the other.
Hetty only caught a quick look at what he was like down there. It was impossible to make out the details, but she knew he was "hung", as the phrase went. He was hung like a small horse and when he worked the head of his prick up into the mushy velvet of Wilma's pussy, Hetty knew. She knew because the girl started having a fit!
"You can't, you can't, you can't!" she screamed, thrashing around under the spray.
Phil muscled her into a corner where she couldn't get away. Then the muscles in his ass went rock-hard as he tucked up with short, hard hunching movements. Wilma's tits jiggled sexily with each jab. Hetty couldn't see what was actually happening between the girl's legs, but she knew by Wilma's expression that her cunt-hole was being stretched. Then Wilma's mouth fell slackly open and her head flopped down on Phil's shoulder.
Phil's back tightened again and the thrusting force slapped Wilma's ass against the wet shower stall. A shudder went through her long-limbed body. Her breath wheezed and Hetty saw her drooling down Phil's back. He had her now! Hetty just knew it! He had her fucked against the shower wall. But when she saw the trickle of blood coursing down the inside of the pretty girl's leg, she could hardly believe it. Nobody ... nobody would have believed that Wilma Ritter was a virgin.
Phil let go of Wilma's wrists. Her arms flopped down loosely by her sides as he grabbed her waist and ground himself up with powerful fuck motions. Wilma had started to babble. Though she knew she was just imagining it, Hetty could almost hear the girl's cunt tearing as Phil's cock forced deeper. More blood trickled down, mixing with the water in swirling patterns before the drain sucked it up. Only Wilma's toes touched the shower floor. The sound of two wet bodies sliding and sucking together made Hetty feel dizzy. Below, Hilary swayed with fatigue.
"You'd better let me down,' Hetty called down. Hilary lowered her to the sidewalk and brushed her hands together.
"Nothing?"
"Not a thing," Hetty said, trying to make her voice light. She didn't see any future in getting Hilary on the warpath. If Phil wanted to fuck Wilma Ritter, he sure as hell was going to fuck her.
"Shit," Hilary said, shaking her hair, "I was almost sure you'd catch them in there kissing." She gave a weak smile and started across the park with Hetty. "Hetty, will you look at the way I walk?"
Hetty watched. "You walk okay," she shrugged. "What's the big deal?"
"You don't notice any difference?"
Hetty tried to see what Hilary wanted her to see, though she couldn't guess what it must be. "You walk just like always. Except maybe you're limping a little."
"Limping?"
"I don't know. Is something wrong?" Hetty gave her friend a quizzical smile. Hilary set her mouth hard and stalked down the walk a little faster.
"If I don't get Phil to notice me, I think I'm going to freak out!"
They walked in silence for a while. When they'd come out of the park, Hilary touched Hetty Sue's arm and made her stop.
"Do you know what that black guy Cal Carter almost did to me this morning?" Hilary whispered. Hetty showed that she was all ears. "He almost raped me," her blonde friend said.
Hetty smiled. "Okay, what's the joke?"
"It's no joke!" Hilary gasped, squeezing her hand. "He rubbed up against me something awful. I got dizzy and almost screamed."
"What did your folks say?" Hetty asked.
"Oh, I wouldn't tell my folks! God, no!"
They went on together, Hetty thinking about Cal Carter now. She daydreamed Cal grabbing Hilary and shoving his black cock inside her blonde pussy. It made a hot thrill jolt through her cunt. The thrill felt good so she daydreamed Cal again. This time he was dicking her instead of Hilary. His cum ran in sticky strings down the insides of her thighs. Cal was dicking her in a shower stall of the Cloverleaf Swimming Club. His cock swelled inside her cunt. She wrapped her legs up over his back and moaned with ecstasy.
"Hetty!"
"Huh?"
"Come on, the walk light is on," Hilary said, tugging Hetty's hand. Hetty stepped off the curb and followed her friend to the other side of the street. Hilary gave her a look when they stepped up to the opposite curb. "You looked like you were about to soak your panties. What were you thinking anyway?"
"Nothing much," Hetty said, feeling her ears heat up. "Nothing much at all...."
CHAPTER THREE
On Friday Hilary woke up with an excruciating desire to play with her cunt. She was stretched languorously under the sheet, her silk nightgown twisted around her long legs. She wiggled a little, pushing her pillow down under her body, pretending vaguely that it represented another human body. A male body, of course. She moved her hips against the lump, keeping her fingers away from the seepy place they longed to tickle. She wanted to make the diddling last this time. It was so hard to make it last. Whenever she got her fingers busy in that soft, slippery gash, she worked herself into a furious state of excitement in just a few minutes. Then she remembered her newly acquired paraphernalia-the knife. That handle would feel wonderful sliding into her sleep-damp cunt-hole! She was about to open the drawer of her night table and fetch it when her mother tapped on the door.
"Hilary, I want you up now. I'm going downtown today, but I want your sheets in the washing machine before I leave."
"I can put them in when I get up, Mom."
"I want you up now. You've been lazing the morning away too much lately. The only thing you'll get up for is that swimming class. Hilary? Are you listening to me?"
Hilary got up and started stripping her bed. "I'm coming downstairs now, Mama."
* * *
Five minutes later, Hilary moped over a bowl of cereal as she watched her mother back out of the driveway and head for town. Her mood had been broken but she was considering going back to her room and getting the job done anyway. She spooned cornflakes into her mouth and crunched. In the back yard she could see Cal Carter loading weeds in a wheelbarrow. His brown skin glistened in the sun.
Hilary pushed the bowl away from her and walked to the screen door. The silk gown tickled around her ankles. It was a pink one that tied with a waist ribbon high under her tits. She'd looked at herself in the mirror lots of times with it on. It made her look like a fairy princess. There was lace at the tops of her tits and her nipples made the sheer nylon just out. From behind, the flowing material seemed to caress each cheek of her ass, clearly showing the round shapes as they moved when she walked. She was watching Cal again, wondering why he hated her. She hadn't meant to make fun of his race or anything. She'd just been ... curious. Curious about how a boy reacted to a bikini. It didn't have anything to do with race at all. She wished he hadn't gotten pissed about the whole thing. Hilary smiled to herself. But she had gotten some kind of reaction. He hadn't ignored her!
She felt exultant now that she'd realized this. Maybe that's why he'd acted so angry after all. Because he had been aroused sexually by her presence. Out in the yard, Cal straightened and stretched. His muscles rippled under the dark, firm skin of his belly. Then he caught sight of her standing in the doorway.
Hilary hadn't meant for that to happen. But now that he saw her, she didn't want to get things started off wrong again. She didn't want to make it look like she was teasing him. Disappearing suddenly would give that impression. Instead she smiled and waved.
"Would you like a glass of ice water? It looks hot out there."
Cal shrugged and started across the back lawn. She held the door open for him. His eyes swept over her but were careful not to light very long on any one spot. She made the ice water and handed it to him with a little curtsy.
"There you are, sir."
"You don't have to sir me," Cal said. His eyes were suspicious but he was smiling.
"Why not? We're both human beings, aren't we? I can sir you if I want." She walked away from him a few steps and turned. Cal's eyes darted up from her ass and he swallowed more ice water like he was in a hurry.
"You must be feeling guilty," he said.
"Guilty?"
"All you whiteys feel guilty."
His words puzzled her, but Hilary was glad to see that Cal was still smiling from one corner of his mouth. But she was almost afraid to turn her back to him. Every time she did, she caught him staring at the silky cascade of her gown where it flowed over her butt. She felt a little tingle, as if his eyes were actually giving off heat.
"Do you like to work with growing things?" she asked. It was just an attempt to make conversation. She wished she'd never opened her mouth.
"Shit...." Cal brushed past her and ran more water over the ice in his glass. The rub of his arm against her had set off new sensations. "I do it 'cause won't nobody hire a nigger to do nothing else."
"I know you're wrong," Hilary said. She felt her palms sweating. She wanted to get out of the kitchen and leave this mad person alone. He scared her. "Things aren't as bad as they used to be."
"Hell, you whiteys have held the cards so long, it comes natural. What if it was the other way around?"
"What do you mean?"
"What if you was my slave?"
Cal stepped closer. She could see the arrogant, handsome face, the deep, dark eyes. He put the glass down on the counter. His T-shirt seemed to strain from the muscles of his body and she could see where it had torn along one side. Up close Cal was really scary! He looked like he would break a two by four with his bare hands.
"I guess I'd better go get dressed," she said, hating the way her voice broke. She sounded scared and Cal had picked it up.
"Where your mama gone?" he breathed, eyes on the lacy edge of her gown. That part that let the untanned tops of her big tits peek out.
"Uhhhhhh ... to the store. She'll be right back."
"That's bullshit. She went to town. She won't be home till after lunchtime. That's the truth, ain't it?"
Hilary backed against the door. Her mouth was suddenly very dry. And as Cal closed in on her, she felt her legs give at the knees. She could read his eyes as plain as if he were saying it. Then he took her wrist and really did say it.
"I'm gonna fuck you, white girl. I'm gonna fuck you till your pussy falls off!"
"Nooooo!"
Her legs gave then and she sank to the floor. But Cal pulled her up and twisted her arms up behind her back. He shoved her through the house, up the stairs. Into her own room. Still holding her, Cal shut her door and locked it. Tnen he yanked a wad of thick twine from his pocket.
"I been tying up roses with this," he laughed, "but I've been saving it for you."
Hilary shivered and turned her face away. He was looking at her like he hadn't had a meal in days. She'd never seen a look like that on any man!
"Some folks say a black man's crazy over white meat. They say a nigger will do almost anything to get some."
"I don't believe that!" Hilary gasped, shaking her head so hard that her blonde hair tangled across her mouth. Cal petted the light strands away. His finger traced the sensual curve of her lips, her chin.
"Well, you better believe it. I been that way all my life. And I've been dying to lick your pussy since the first day I saw you in one of them damned bikinis."
"Ohhh, God! You know you could get in trouble for this!"
"I don't care about that."
He had twisted his brown fingers into her hair and was forcing her head back. Hilary whimpered as she tilted her chin up. Her back arched from the pain and she felt her silk-draped belly touch the front of Cal's body. He was hot and damp from working in the sun. Then slowly he began to lick and kiss her neck. A throbbing surge of pleasure shot through her body. It was like there were two parts of her-a scared part and a sexy part. She couldn't control the effect Cal's hands and mouth was having on her.
"Don't. I'm begging you to let me go!"
"You can beg all you want," Cal laughed.
His lips found her earlobe and he was sucking it, nibbling at it. She twisted in his embrace. There was a lump at the front of his jeans. He ground the lump against the lower part of her belly. The silk rubbed her and she could feel the heat of Cal's prick right through it. Then he was winding the cord around her wrists. She started to pull away but he gave her a look that froze the blood in her veins. It was funny, he hadn't so much as slapped her yet. But there was a threatening mood that filled the room. She knew better than to really fight. Cal looked so mean sometimes. And how would fighting help? Cal had her and he knew it.
"Now you gonna be my slave," he said, his voice tinged with passion.
Hilary pulled at the cords but her hands were bound firmly behind her back. She didn't know why that had such a devastating effect on her libido, but it did. Cal ran his big hands down her sides, tracing the hidden lines of her body under the flowing silk. Then he caressed each cheek of her ass like it was some kind of priceless object. She winced when one of his fingers pushed the silk gown up inside her crack.
"Nhhhuuuuuhh! Ohhhhh, don't ... don't!"
"Christ, you smell good," he grunted, rooting his mouth over the top of one tit. She felt his tongue slipping under the lacy edge until he'd stretched it down enough to wet one of her nipples. Again Hilary's knees swayed. She leaned back in his arms, her head thrown to the side. She felt so weak, so helpless! And Cal Carter's mouth was so darn hot!
"Ohhhhhh, I c-c-can't stand it. Ohhhhh, nooooo!"
"What can't you stand? My black mouth on your tits?"
Hilary bit her lip. She could never admit it to Cal, but the idea of his brown hands, his brown skin, his brown lips against her whiteness excited her. She was rejecting the situation she found herself in, hating and fearing what was to come. But Cal's dark presence was ravishing her senses. Why couldn't she control her runaway sexuality? It was making it hard for her to think of how she could keep him from fucking her. And she knew she had to keep him from that ... somehow....
"White meat. God damn ... right here in my hands!"
Cal thrust a hand under her nightgown. She felt the warm rub of fingers coming up the inside of her thighs. Weakly she tried to close her legs, but Cal just laughed and forced them apart. Then he brushed a hand across the furred plumpness of her cunt-mound. She tucked her hips away from him, but he touched again and this time she felt the outer cunt-lips part slightly. A seep of slickness dribbled out. Now the gouge of Cal's fingers made a sexy, slurpy noise. She threw her head around, writhing in his embrace. But her bound hands made it impossible to do anything much to stop him.
"Baby, you are hotter than a frying pan."
His fingers pushed into the steamy wetness of her gash. He thumbed her clit and the instant surge of pleasure brought a cry from deep in her throat.
The moan seemed to make Cal go crazy for a second. He threw her back on her own bed and yanked his belt loose.
Hilary didn't want to look at him naked. She was in one hell of a state mentally. Her fear was edged with hot excitement, and there was the ridiculous feeling of how foolish she'd been to be nice to Cal in the first place. But her greatest fear was that of being discovered. If her mother knew, she didn't think she could ever look her in the eyes again. Even though it wasn't all her fault.
"Jesus Christ ... your pussy!"
Cal had yanked her nightgown up and was sitting on his haunches between her legs, his fingers clutching each of her ankles. Hilary couldn't possibly hide her swollen cunt from his raw gaze. And as he looked, he pushed her feet even wider.
"God damn. I'm gonna eat that until you holler!"
Just the words had a devastating effect on Hilary's thoughts. She writhed on her back on the bed, her hands aching from the cord that bound them. Cal got his mouth under the crook of her knee and started licking the soft flesh that thinly covered the veins there. It set off new waves of excitement to feel his rough tongue lapping up her thigh inch by tantalizing inch.
"White meat ... soo good, baby. I love your white meat."
"Noooooo ... Ohhhhhh, please let me go. I won't say anything to my mama!"
"After I'm through, honey, I don't care what you tell your mama!" Cal laughed.
Then he sucked a tender chunk of thigh-meat between his teeth. It tingled furiously as he tongued and bit. Hilary could tell that there would be a hicky left there when the black man took his mouth away.
"It's all white and soft up here where your bikini fits," Cal said.
His voice was subdued now, not angry. He was saying each word with a certain reverence. Like he was in church. Or worshiping something. Hilary trembled as he licked the damp curls of her beaver apart. She knew her cunt was swollen some. Swollen enough to make her pink inner twat-lips push out a little from the plump slit. And Cal saw that, too. He licked again, letting his tongue slip along the entire length of her crack. Then he stiffened and pointed it and pushed it up into her cunt-hole! Hilary flopped her hips around in circles to escape but the movements only made her feel his attack more intensely. She sucked in a breath and bit her bottom lip hard. She had to quit moving! She had to pretend she wasn't being affected by his caresses. Then maybe he would untie her leave her alone.
"I'm gonna untie this little ribbon," Cal said, leaning up over her body.
The ribbon came free and Cal worked the gown up under her armpits. She almost felt the heat of his eyes as they took in every square inch of her tits. Then he lowered his head and she could smell her own pussy-musk on his chin and cheeks. He tongued a nipple and watched it extend like a finger from the large, darkly pigmented circle surrounding it.
"Whitest tits I ever licked," Cal said and again his voice was strangely reminiscent of someone who was awed. A worshiper at the shrine of white cunt, Hilary thought. It all sounded so primitive. And didn't primitive tribes sometimes sacrifice the very things they worshiped? Now she knew she was letting her ignorance take control, her prejudices. Cal wasn't a native with a loin cloth. In fact he wasn't wearing anything at all. The brush of his cock against her belly made her shiver.
"Cal, you don't want this. You're just making it all up in your head."
"I want it all right. Don't be telling me to stay with my own kind."
"I didn't mean that."
"Like hell you didn't."
He cupped her right tit with both hands, holding it, shaping it so he could get his brown lips around it. Hilary tossed her blonde hair furiously as she felt his spit dripping down. Then the soft heat of his sucking covered the nipple and areola, and her back arched. She couldn't stop the shuddering whimper that buret from her throat.
"You like that. Yeah, you like that!"
"Nooooooo...."
"Sweet blonde cunt," Cal breathed, swathing her full tit with spit. He framed it in his hands like some precious animal he'd captured to dine upon. And he was dining! Hilary could feel every excruciating touch of his teeth, his tongue, his lips. So smooth and slippery the way he slid around her bulging jug. She'd never known her tits were so sensitive! But she had to control herself ... had to!
"You won't have a job any more if you do anything to me!"
"Ha!" Cal started kissing her other tit. "I'd give a dozen jobs for this!" He crawled up alongside her and leaned back on his heels. "Now look here, white bitch. I want you to see what I'm gonna shove inside your pretty little pussy."
"Nooooo!" Hilary cried, closing her eyes.
"I want you to look, damnit!"
Cal took her jaw roughly in his hand, squeezed until she cried out with pain. She looked. The dark-brown snake that bobbed stiffly from Cal Carter's crotch looked like something from another planet. The head was swollen out like some strange mushroom. The tiny cum-slit pulsed with a steady rhythm, opening and closing, opening and closing. But more than anything, it was the size of Cal's cock that frightened her! It had to be at least eight inches long and was thicker than the handle of a hammer. For the first time since she'd been forced into her room, Hilary felt like she might faint.
"I ... I never fucked a boy before!" she blurted.
"Where'd you lose your cherry then?" Cal said. "By the side of the road?"
"I ... I...." Hilary closed her eyes and felt her face flush. How could she tell him that she'd done it herself? With the handle of that hunting knife. It sounded so ... so perverse when she thought about it like that.
"I ran my tongue right in there easy," Cal whispered, "and I know for sure that you ain't the Virgin Mary, baby."
"Ohhh, please let me go. Don't do this to me, Cal! I'm begging you."
"Like a slave begs her master. I like to hear you beg."
Cal slipped down between her thighs. She felt him thrust the head of his cock against the throbbing nubbin of her clit. He worked it back and forth against the slippery pussy-petals surrounding the tender spot. Her juices quickly soaked into his dusky, dry cock-crown. Then his teasing movements made a slippery, sexy sound.
Hilary whimpered again as the subtle friction forced flames of passion into her consciousness. She couldn't seem to block out the turbulent fever that rose inside her cunt. The tickles were already building around the dainty folds of her pussy. And her nipples seemed to long for more licking, even as Cal's spit dried on them.
"Feel that?" Cal whispered. He was easing his cock-head into the hollow where her cunt-hole began. She could feel the muscles being forced back around the flared crown. "You so hot, baby. So damn hot!"
Hilary wanted to move her body away from him, but every time she tried, it only let his slickened cock ease deeper against the pinched muscles that still guarded her cunt-hole. If she could just hold her snatch tight like that, maybe Cal wouldn't be able to force his prick inside her without hurting himself. But even as she hoped, Hilary knew that she didn't stand much of a chance of keeping him from fucking her. That was why the world was full up with every kind of animal imaginable. When a male wanted to fuck, he just went ahead and fucked! She tugged at the cords at her wrists but they hadn't stretched at all.
"Ohhhhh, it's going in! Don't do it, Cal! Please don't!"
"Jesus ... Jesus Christ!" he gasped, fingers digging into the meat of her ass-cheeks.
She knew he must be feeling her velvet-slick cunt easing around the head of his cock. What must that feel like? she wondered. What did a woman's pussy feel like when a man stabbed her with his cock?
Then Cal's eyes closed and a funny look came over his face. Hilary knew why. Her tight little cunt-mouth had snapped behind the head of his cock. Her muscles were squeezing that barb of flesh like her pussy wanted to eat it off the shaft. Maybe it was her panic at what was happening to her, or the heat of a real cock triggering unknown instincts.
"Son ... of ... a ... bitch," Cal grunted. He seemed afraid to shove any deeper into her cunt and afraid to try to pull his cock out. But it felt good to him. Hilary knew this because he covered her mouth with his and shoved his tongue halfway down her throat.
"Huuuhnnnnnmmmmm!" she moaned, trying to turn her head.
But Cal held her still while he feasted on her lips and tongue. She could smell her pussy-juice all over him and then he sucked her tongue between his teeth. The tantalizing friction caused her cunt to loosen slightly and Cal drove his powerful hips forward.
"AAAAAAhhhgg!"
Hilary tried to close her legs, but it was too late. She felt that rigid, brown spear opening up her cunt. It slipped deep and hot into her untouched pussy. She thought of how only that knife handle had been inside her cunt before. But never as deep as Cal's cock was penetrating now.
"Don't! Uhnn ... please!"
"You got a fine pussy, baby," he growled, holding her waist now as he fucked his cock deeper.
Hilary squirmed furiously but the movements only made her excitement sharper. It wasn't keeping Cal's cock out of her box. Inch by throbbing inch it was reaching into the steamy depths of her cunt. How could she take all of that huge prick? Hilary kept expecting to feel a sharp pain when the head of the cock reached the end of her pussy. But no pain came. Only the feeling of being filled and filled and filled some more. The delicate surfaces deep inside her cunt were stretching slickly around that hot, hard prick. Her pussy seemed to clasp and suck at the thing as it fucked her!
"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhhh, you're going so deep!
You're going to kill me!" She flopped wildly, her bound hands jerking at the cords that were wrapped so tight.
"How you like that big cock in there?" Cal murmured against her ear. His tongue lashed out, tickling her, teasing her. Hilary threw her head around, blonde hair flopping.
"You won't come, will you? Please don't come inside! I'm begging...."
"Love to hear you beg, white bitch."
Cal kissed her mouth open as she whimpered helplessly. His tongue stroked deep over her, tickling her throat, gouging the insides of her cheek. More than ever she was aware of her body's vulnerability. She was a soft, slender thing full of holes, it seemed. And Cal was a strong, hard thing with a cock. Males had a strong need to stick cocks in holes. Any hole. For a second his tongue felt like a cock, too!
"Mmmmmmmmnnnoooooo!"
She couldn't hold still! The jabbing fury at her crotch was taking her on a trip. Hilary wondered if smoking grass was like fucking. She wondered if Cal smoked that stuff. Other crazy thoughts flitted through her mind as the itchy goodness spread along her cunt-mound. Her belly heaved from the thrusting excitement of the big black who was crushing her down into the bed. She had scary visions of her stomach swelling, of her being hugely pregnant with Cal's baby.
"Ohhhh, stop. Stop now! You've got to stop!"
"Feels good, don't it?"
"Uhnnnnn."
She couldn't tell him the truth. That it was about to drive her crazy it felt so good. There was another plane in her mind that wouldn't allow her to let herself go. It held her back, fed her fear. Like the fact that she was tied in her own room and being raped. Yes, raped! By a black man. His big black cock reaming her virgin pussy out good! And then she would lose track of everything and feel her body responding to the sensual thrust of that hard, hot prick. Hilary was in a terrible turmoil. Her guilt and fear were tearing her apart even as Cal Carter sucked her tongue and tits and held her quivering ass-cheeks up from the bed so he could plunge that glossy black cock into her young cunt again and again and again.
"You're so fine," Cal gasped against her ear.
His muscular body writhed powerfully on top of her. Her tits flattened against his brown chest. She could smell his body musk and the pungent smears of her own cunt-juice on his face. Hilary knew she was losing touch with reality. Her curvy hips began to lurch and jerk under the powerful fucking she was getting. She see-sawed her pelvis wildly, making that swollen shaft press against the dainty insides of her cunt all the harder.
"I knew you'd dig it," Cal said, kneading her butt as he fucked her. The petals near her hole were being ravished by his lunges and her clit felt like a glowing ember. When Cal's prick was all the way inside her cunt, his body rubbed the super-sensitive spot, and raging tickles spread. She recognized the shivery breathlessness that swept over her. She was going to come! She was going to come any second!
"Nhuuh! Nhuuuh! Stop, stop, stop! Ohhhhhh!"
"Get it, baby! Get it now!"
"Cal, I can't breath. I can't think. Ohhhh, Cal, don't come inside!"
Hilary heard her words echoed and strange in the room. She felt like she was slowly falling through a cloud that swept around her flesh. Everything she touched or that touched her was unbelievably sexy to her. And then the glow at her crotch burst into a thrill of consuming intensity. Though she knew there were a lot of things wrong with what she was doing, Hilary drove her heels into the mattress and bucked like a mare. She was dimly aware of her ass plunging up and down as she rubbed her swollen slit against the hilt of Cal Carter's cock. Deep inside her she could feel that flared cock-head rubbing, too, rubbing parts of her cunt she couldn't even reach with her own fingers!
"Uhhhh! UHHHHHHHHH!" She opened her mouth to Cal's kisses.
"You got it, baby! Go ahead on!"
"Help! Ohhhhh! Nhhhuuuh! Can't get my breath! Can't think! NUUUUHHH!"
For a few feverish seconds Hilary felt herself transported to a magic land. A place where there was only the most excruciating pleasure. Where that pleasure was everything and everywhere. She wrapped her long legs around the black man's back and grunted like a hungry piglet. The spasms had faded some when she felt Cal shudder. But then he was pulling his cock out of her pussy! She didn't want that. Not yet! "Baby, watch out!"
She looked to see him kneeling between her legs. His shiny brown cock looked huge bobbing out over her stomach. Cal grabbed the shaft and jacked it three times before a droplet of something white formed on the top. A string dripped down to puddle in her navel. Then another shudder ran through Cal's body and she saw the cream fountain powerfully from the tiny slit. A warm streak plopped across her tits, neck and chin. Her first instinct was one of revulsion. But the spasms in her pussy were still pretty strong, still stirring her sexual hunger. Almost by accident, her tongue flicked out across her bottom lip and she tasted the slick, slightly sour jizz. She did it without thinking. Her mind was still a swirl of sensuality, of the physical enjoyment she'd just been through. And that lingering thrill made her lick again before she realized what she was actually doing.
"Okay, baby, I pulled out before I shot. Hope you 'predate it." Cal continued to stroke the thick fuck-juice from his prick. Hilary's belly was streaked with the stuff and it dribbled down both her tits.
Cal flopped over on his back beside her. He was breathing hard. Hilary couldn't help but look at the big cock as it lost some of its swelling. Still bobbing, it lowered its brown head against Cal's belly and another whitish glop oozed out. A trembly thrill shot through her pussy as she realized that the big, juice-smeared prick had been rooting deep, deep inside her cunt. Hilary closed her eyes.
She realized she'd dozed when Cal rolled her onto her side to untie her hands. With consciousness came her anger. As soon as she got a hand free, she swung at his face as hard as she could. It surprised her when her blow connected. She saw Cal dodge away, holding his cheek.
"Maybe I shoulda expected that," he laughed.
"I hate you, you ... rapist!"
"Maybe you forgot how it started. In the kitchen, remember? And you wearing this little chunk of silk...." He picked at the tangle of her nightgown, still around her neck.
"You tied me up! You fucked me!" She felt an emotion. The kind of thing she'd read about in books. It was like others had experienced it for her and told her how to react. But a tear trickled down her cheek and she sobbed.
"This is where I came in," Cal said, still rubbing his cheek.
He jerked on his pants, grabbed his T-shirt and ducked out of the bedroom. Hilary sat there on the bed, her nighty sticking to her body because of all the cum. She picked up the cord Cal had used to tie her with. She twisted it around her fingers, letting herself cry. Then she went to the bathroom and locked the door behind her.
* * *
"Hilary, are you okay, honey?" It was her mother's voice. "I'm okay."
"I knew it was the day of your swimming lesson. I didn't really expect you to be here when I returned."
"I'm going right away. I'm only a few minutes late."
"You sound funny, darling. Sure everything is all right?"
Hilary hesitated a moment. She was gently massaging her soap-frothed fingers into her still-swollen gash.
"Yes, Mama. I'm just fine."
* * *
When she was dressed and had her bikini rolled up in her towel, Hilary went downstairs. Cal Carter was still working out in the back yard. Some nerve he had! She stared at his back for a while, hardly believing he'd taken the chance that she wouldn't tell her mother. Finally she tore herself away and hurried down the front steps. She needed to do something to get her mind off things. What had happened to her in her very own bed had been so intense that she felt giddy and off balance. She had to concentrate hard on where she was going to keep from running into trees by the sidewalk. But finally she was thinking of Phil Parker, the handsome swim instructor. Would Wilma Ritter be there early again? Though she had no proof, Hilary was almost sure the ex-cheerleader had her sights on Phil.
"But I'm not giving up easy," she said aloud. A tingle ran through her puffy cunt, but she tried not to think of Cal. She credited the tiny thrill to Phil instead, and hurried across the park towards the Cloverleaf Swimming Club.
CHAPTER FOUR
Hetty Sue was having problems. She'd always been interested in the opposite sex, sure. But it had been the enjoyment of attention from a male admirer before. Or the amusement of being pursued a little. Even her first fuck in that closet hadn't been very great. But that was before Hilary had started talking all the time about sex. And there was Mona's men.
What had been irritating noise before now began to interest her. She couldn't sleep so easily at night any more. She could hear the drinking and laughing and carrying on through the thin walls of the trailer. Then the groans and the bed bouncing. Hetty would break out in a sweat. She could remember vividly how Mona had looked sucking that guy's cock a week before. She could remember, too, the day she'd peeked into the window of the shower room at the Cloverleaf Swimming Club. That was what really got to her. The way Phil had been eating at the slippery, soft gash between Wilma Ritter's long legs. It blew her mind completely. She couldn't get over the shivery way these new thoughts made her feel. Now she found herself thinking all the way back to when she'd been fucked by a baggie-covered cock. Now even that memory became more intense. Hetty realized that she had actually been fucked. And she hadn't really appreciated it. Not that it was anything she should be proud of. Young girls weren't supposed to run around fucking anything that walked. Just because her older sister did, didn't make it right. Still, Hetty found her thoughts swamped with sex now. And it was starting to get to her.
Saturday came and with it came a party. Mona had two men over to the trailer early in the afternoon. The music was going good and loud, and the guys took turns dancing with Mona. She seemed to love the attention. Hetty kept herself aloof from the goings-on. These were grown men. They had a look in their eyes that said they'd seen plenty. And Hetty could hardly carry on a conversation with a guy her own age. She sat outside in the shade of a tree, reading.
Buddy, the tall blond guy, kept going out for more to drink. Coming back from his third trip, he stopped by Hetty and asked what she was reading.
"Just a b-b-book," she said, blushing a little.
"Yeah," Buddy said seriously, "I guess it is a book at that." She laughed then and Buddy disappeared into the trailer. She wondered what he was thinking of doing with Mona. Were both males going to climb into bed with her sister? The other one was shorter than Buddy. Shorter and meaner-looking. He had a tattoo on one forearm and a cast to his eye that Hetty didn't like.
Later she went to her room to change clothes. It was a warm evening and she slipped on a tight-fitting little top and a short skirt. When she went through the front room again, Buddy leaned close to her. He smelled like a brewery.
"Does your big sis let you attend parties?"
"No!" Hetty blurted. "I'm only sixteen." This seemed to amuse Buddy something awful. Hetty ducked out of the trailer and walked quickly towards the lights of town.
But there was nothing happening. A dumb Walt Disney flick at the theater. Couples strolling by the closed stores. She hung out in the drugstore for a while, but after finishing her malted, there wasn't any reason for her to stay. She walked back home slowly, wondering what Hilary was doing. Hilary had said she meant to ask Phil over to her folks' place for supper.
Hetty felt a rush of excitement. Why would he go eat at Hilary's place when he had Wilma Ritter to eat? She giggled but felt guilty immediately for not telling Hilary what she'd observed through the window of the swimming club that day. At least her friend would have had something to go on then. She'd know what kind of competition she was up against.
Hetty Sue turned into the trailer park and walked along under the trees. She waved at the Fosgroves, an elderly couple who were sitting out to watch cars going by. She could hear the party Mona was throwing even before she could see the trailer.
Buddy was kissing Mona when she came in. Her sister had her fingers entwined in the blond man's hair. But what really blew Hetty's mind was what the other guy, the guy with the tattoo, was doing. He had his hand under Mona's dress. The way Mona was squirming around told Hetty that she was getting finger-fucked good. Then she saw her sister's fingers holding something. The light was so dim in the room and the music so loud that none of them noticed Hetty as she sneaked past to her room. But before she tiptoed down the hall, she saw what it was that her sister was playing with. It was the dark-haired guy's cock! She was jacking him off while she kissed Buddy. And the tattooed guy was playing with her pussy at the same time.
Hetty Sue felt like she was tingling with electricity. Every square inch of her skin was flushed and alive. She splashed cold water on her face and then went to her bedroom. It was going to be a hot, still night. She started to undo her braids, decided to let them go. Why couldn't she relax? Why did she keep thinking about her hot little pussy and the way it felt so slippery and strange? Was she turning into a sex maniac or something? Hetty laughed. She'd be shit out of luck if that happened. She hadn't been asked out for a date yet that summer.
She stood by the window playing with the ends of her braids. She knew she was weakening, that in a few seconds she would slip her hand down her belly, under the short skirt. Why bother to put it off?
"Ohhhh, that feels good," she whispered in the still room.
Her finger was petting the silken panty crotch. She was teasing herself, holding back. The outer lips of her cunt swelled and pulsed as if they were begging to be opened and gouged at. The crotchband was getting damp, too, as her cunt-juice began to flow more freely. A faint mush wafted through the room. The smell of her own cunt always excited Hetty, she wasn't sure why. She wondered what a cock smelled like. And she wondered, too, if a man liked the way a cunt smelled. They sure didn't seem to mind getting pussy-butter all over their fingers. And she'd watched Phil eat Wilma Ritter's cunt! At least he didn't mind the way a girl smelled or tasted.
All these thoughts were having a devastating effect on Hetty's control. She was trembling now, finding it hard to keep standing. She draped her skirt neatly on a chair back and peeled her little top off, too. She left her panties on. Maybe because she didn't feel completely secure or alone in the trailer with all that carrying on in the next room. The locks on the doors weren't all that secure, though Mona and Mona's friends had never threatened to invade her privacy. She just felt a little less naughty in her panties, even though she was going to get under them real quick.
As her forefinger slid into the seepy crack of her cunt, Hetty let her mouth fall open and gave a shuddery sigh of relief. It didn't take much moving around down there to feel good. Boys usually did too much. But Hetty had had a little practice. Gingerly she moved the finger forward and back, forward and back. She heard her breathing change, felt her pulse quicken. The light friction she was giving to the hot nubbin of her clit was excruciatingly sexy. She opened her thighs slightly and fanned her toes. She had moved the panty crotch over to one side now so that she could really get to the fluff-covered cunt-mound that held her most sensitive and secret parts. "Gosh. Ohhhh, shit!"
She writhed a little as she got a middle finger up into her hole. She could hardly feel the pressure so she tried two fingers and then three. That was better! She tried plunging those three fingers in and out of her cunt like a cock might do. There was a faint sucking noise and the muscles around her hole tightened and loosened in time to her fuck-movements. A glowing tingle spread across her skin. Sweat popped out on her upper lip and she licked it off. She was breathing much faster now, panting almost. That was when she heard something heavy bump against her bedroom door.
Hetty Sue sat up with a start.
"Who is it?"
"Hey, I'm lonesome, baby. I need your company."
It was Buddy, the blond guy. In the background she could still hear the music going. Didn't Mona know that one of her men was back here fooling around? Hetty felt a tingle of anger mixed with fear. Well, the door was locked.
"I'm in bed. I don't want any company."
The door handle turned and Buddy put his shoulder against it hard. Hetty covered her small tits with her hands, staring in disbelief at the thin wood panel bending in. "Go away!" she cried.
But in the moonlight slanting in the window she could see the knob turn again. Then the door burst open suddenly and Buddy closed it behind him. He leaned against it smiling at her. His hair was mussed and his shirt unbuttoned down to his belt. He looked a little drunk and plenty wild. He was bigger than she'd thought at first. Over six feet and muscled like a construction worker. Maybe that was what he was. All sorts of crazy thoughts flicked through her head.
"Your sister likes two on one," Buddy drawled. "Me, I like to find mine and drag her off to some cave where I can do what I want to without nobody watching."
"You'd better turn around and get the hell out of here," Hetty hissed. She was surprised she'd found the courage to say even that.
"Now you don't really mean that, do you?" Buddy swaggered towards her. She cringed against the wall, pulling her heels up against her cunt, hiding her tits with her arms now.
Buddy pulled at her and she rolled onto her hands and knees. She didn't know what to do, how to make him stop. His hard hands covered her body, petting and stroking. He caught her wrist and pulled her hand to his mouth to kiss it. She heard him sniffing the aroma of her cunt-musk that still clung to her skin.
"Ain't this sweet," he laughed. "You been in here finger-fucking, ain't you!"
"Noooooo!"
But she knew Buddy didn't believe her lie. He was sucking her fingers hungrily. She whimpered as the touch of his tongue against the delicate places between each digit made flames lick up through the core of her body. She was too scared to enjoy his attentions, though, much too scared.
Hetty tightened herself into the fetal position, head against the mattress, knees pulled up to her tits, ass against her heels. She was surprised that Buddy didn't try to pull her over onto one side or the other, but he didn't. He just let her stay like that, like a turtle. But he kept petting her back. Petting it lower and lower. Until finally he was playing with the elastic waistband of her panties.
"I could scream for my sister!" she threatened.
"Your sister is passed out with Leroy's cock in her mouth," Buddy said.
He quit trying to get under the sheer stretch of her panties and petted down her ass-cheeks instead. He wiggled his fingers into the small place between her heels and her butt.
She whimpered, afraid of what he was trying to do. But the juices from her box rushed out to drench the nylon. Buddy had the flat of his hand against both cheeks of her ass, his middle finger curved upwards as he gouged at the edge of the crotchband. Hetty Sue whimpered again as she felt him shoving it aside. And then his finger entered her cunt roughly. It went deeper than she'd been able to reach with her own hand. "Hot. You're hot!"
He shook her cunt like that, finger deep inside her hole. The shaking had the effect of making her unfold some. She was on her hands and knees on the mattress, Buddy bending over her like a doctor about to operate. She hung her head between her arms as he fingered the dripping velvet parts of her slit. Her clit was as hard as she'd ever felt it.
With a quick jerk, Buddy tore out the crotchpiece of her panties. The shock of what had happened made Hetty give a weak little cry but Buddy only laughed. Her swollen young pussy was completely unprotected now and he shoved his fingers deep again. He was fucking her with a sexy, slow rhythm. His thumb raked her clit every time he teased his middle finger deep.
"Don't! Ohhhh, d-d-don't!"
"Honey, you got the prettiest sweetest little pussy I ever saw."
Buddy's other hand petted the underside of her body, raked across her firm tits. The nipples exploded outwards to meet his touch. Hetty found herself unable to resist squirming her chest down against his petting.
"Nhhhuuuuu!"
Buddy stopped what he was doing and stood up by the bed. Hetty started to collapse but felt something wrap tightly around her neck. It was Buddy's wide, leather belt. He put the end through the buckle and drew the loop tight. Hetty Sue had never experienced anything like it in her life. The leather fit tight. She felt like an animal in some kind of harness. When Buddy pulled the end, she was completely at his mercy.
"Got you now, little filly."
"Ohhhhh ... what are you going to do to me?"
"Awful things," Buddy laughed. "Terrible things."
"Nooooooo!"
He was undressing as he held the belt. She started to fall to one side, but he yanked her back to her hands and knees. Then she felt him getting on the bed beside her. There was the shape of something huge swinging under his belly. The moonlight glinted through the curtains and she saw the jutting white cock, its sensitive tip swathed with flesh. Buddy wasn't circumcised and it made his prick look huge!
A squall of cats outside her window made Hetty jump. Cats fucking and fighting at the same time. That's how she felt, except she was too weak to fight. And Buddy had everything going his way. That belt felt so strange. It made her tremble so, made her pussy throb with feverish hunger. Why was she losing control? What was happening to her body?
Then Buddy rolled onto his back and scissored his legs around Hetty's body. She found herself staring down at that bobbing chunk of cock-meat! She almost stopped breathing. Buddy was grabbing her hands, making her put them against his balls. The feel of those hot, spongy orbs inside their sac made her dizzy. And the belt was tightened as Buddy grinned wickedly at her in the moonlight.
"Baby, you sure got a nice mouth," he said, voice low. "Looks like it might fit my cock just right."
"Oh, God, I'd die! I ... I...."
She tried to pull her hands away, but Buddy jerked the belt and she choked for air. Quickly she grabbed the fevery cock-shaft and started to massage the outer skin. As she moved it, the tip became visible. It looked very dark, very swollen. And it was so glossy! Slick. Like the inside of her pussy.
"Half my life I've dreamed of getting head from a freckle-faced, pig-tailed nymph."
"I don't know h-h-how."
"You'll know before you're finished."
"Noooooo."
"Baby, I say yes!"
Buddy gave the belt a polite jerk. Hetty Sue dropped her eyes and looked at the blood-packed prick that pulsed there a few inches from her lips. Buddy touched her hair.
"You work that foreskin back now, honey. Take a good look at what you're going to get down your throat."
"Ohhhh, God!"
She tightened her forefinger in a circle around the white, soft flesh and eased it back. There was a sticky, slick sound as the cock-head was exposed. It looked so smooth, so tender. It was different from a circumcised one. And she'd only seen one of those. But the tip was sure not the same at all. It was like a throbbing, dripping knob that only poked out when it was going to fuck a girl. Hetty shuddered. Or when it was about to be sucked.
"I can't. I'll get sick!"
"Let's see if you do," Buddy growled, pulling the belt, forcing her head forward and down.
As her lips brushed the slippery barb of cock-flesh, she smelled his musky male aroma. The juice that had smeared across her mouth was like her own seeping twat-butter. But how could she take such stuff into her mouth? Was Buddy actually going through with this?
She didn't have long to wait to realize he meant business. He forced her jaw apart with his right hand. It hurt but with the belt tight around her neck, she couldn't resist. Then he pulled her down until his throbbing knob was resting on her bottom lip. She whimpered and tried to curl her upper lip back away from it, but the saliva dribbled from her mouth and wet the thing. The tension on the belt was too much to fight. She gave one last moan and let the streamlined cock-head slip across her tongue.
"Mhhhhuuuuuuhhhh."
"Yeah, baby. Suck. Suck it now, suck it good. Suck it!"
"Mmmmmnnnnoooohhh!"
Her trembling fingers clutched around the base of Buddy's prick. She was trying to push herself away from it, trying to keep his cock from going any deeper. It felt so hot against her tongue! And she could feel the effect it was having on the rest of her body. Her cunt dripped butter down the insides of her thighs. Her heart pounded. Her head swirled with the realization of what was taking place. There was a man's cock in her mouth! Something was happening she never even had sex dreams about. Really happening!
The shape of Buddy's cock was so strange. The little lobes at the underside of the cock-tip seemed most sensitive. She didn't want to do anything to excite him, but the natural movements of her tongue when she swallowed caused a friction against the swollen knob. And when she accidentally sanded those lumps, Buddy groaned and tried to fuck deeper. Spit leaked from the comer of her mouth. Buddy seemed to like it when it dripped down onto his balls.
"Yeah. Yeah, baby, suck hard now!"
"Noooommmmmmuuhh!"
The foreskin was stretched back completely from the hard shaft underneath. Though she didn't want to, Hetty could feel the shape of that barb as Buddy eased it in and out of her mouth. It made a sucking sound in her nostrils as he fucked her like that, the belt keeping her under his power so easily. Every so often he gave it a little jerk and laughed. Reminding her that he could make her do anything he wanted. Hetty Sue began to fear that he meant to spurt his jizz into her throat and then watch her swallow it down as best she could.
"Get hold of my balls. Hurry up, dammit!"
Hetty took each firm egg. She knew from watching high-school sports that boys were very tender there. She could bring a lot of pain to Buddy if she wanted. But she feared his anger more than anything. He was an unknown quantity. He was a friend of her sister's and any friend of her sister's was not to be trusted. She just squeezed them gently in her palm as she swallowed the spit which kept flooding her mouth. And with each swallow, the trough of her tongue stroked the underside of Buddy's swollen prick.
It had gotten even bigger than before. His cock seemed way too long to ever fit inside a girl's body, and when he fucked his hips forward, the bulging tip brushed her tonsils and made her almost gag.
With a shudder that shook his muscled body, Buddy relaxed his grip on the belt end. He was on his back, heels draped over her sides as she worked at his crotch. But Hetty saw that something was happening to him, something that took his attention from holding her tightly under his thumb. She pushed the point of her tongue against the bulging crown and sanded hard. She didn't want to make his cum flood out, but she saw that as Buddy's excitement became more intense, so his attention to her faded. Even his hands fell to his sides for a moment and that was when she rolled away from him and felt the floor under her bare feet.
"Bitch!" she heard, fumbling in the dark, trying to make it to the door.
But Buddy caught her as she was trying to turn the knob. His big forearms went around her neck and he pressed her helplessly forward. She was standing, feet apart, belly and thighs shoved against the unyielding wall of her room. Then she felt the hot, spit-drenched knob of his cock being shoved past the tattered crotch of her panties. It dug along her swollen slit until Buddy sensed that he'd found that soft hollow of dripping juice that opened up into her cunt.
"Ohhhh, don't do it! Don't fuck me!"
"After what you just pulled?"
Buddy bit her shoulder hard enough to make her gasp. Then he lunged and Hetty lifted herself up on tiptoes as if to escape the penetration of that hot prick.
"Yeah, you're fucked, baby. You're fucked good!"
"Uhhhhhhh!"
Hetty gasped as she felt her hole being stretched. The muscles convulsed furiously around the invading prick but couldn't keep it out. Buddy was still pinning her between the wall and his body, holding her up off the floor. She kicked her feet weakly and then just let them dangle as he lunged powerfully, jabbing upwards with short, hard jerks. The slick sounds of her pussy opening to his force made her babble half-words and the breath was forced from her lungs in puffs.
Now she was intensely aware of how much stronger, how much bigger her attacker was. He held her like a slender willow as his hips lurched and danced below her dripping crack. The insides of her cunt tingled furiously from the steady, jabbing friction of his fucking. She was half-full now, she could feel the sides of her pussy being stretched around that flared knob as he skewered her like a chunk of meat.
Hetty kicked her feet again. "Ohhh, let me go, let me go!"
Buddy bent her arms behind her. Just the weight of his body pressing her against the wall held her toes off the floor. Her ruined panties were high on her waist now since there was no crotchband left to hold them down. She could feel the juice-soaked tatters sticking against one cheek of her ass. Then Buddy lunged again and her pussy fit down against the hilt of his body. She didn't know how big his cock was, but she had all of it up inside her young cunt. And she was scared.
"How does it feel?" Buddy breathed into her ear.
"Ohhhh, I'm scared, Buddy. I'm so scared I can't think."
He curled an arm around the front of her body and walked across the room. Her feet swung back and forth as he carried her, stuck on his cock. She whimpered with the sensations that rippled excitedly inside her. Her pussy clasped tightly around the rigid shaft, sucking at it like it wanted more.
Buddy let her down slowly, careful to keep his cock deep inside her pussy. Then he pushed her hands high above her head and pinned them there as he continued to fuck her slowly from the back. Her thighs were apart and she was aware of the way his belly fit against the swells of her ass as he pumped. He was taking his time, pulling his cock almost out of her cunt and teasing her with the flared head until she was breathless from the strange emotions that had taken control of her senses. The pop of his ridged cock-tip as it forced in and out of that circle of muscles that was the doorway to her body ... the easy slide of his velvety prick-flesh as it stretched her cunt.
Now Hetty was understanding why women could get a little crazy from fucking. Like Mona had. There was a tickle that was different than the tickle she put there with her own fingers. It was deeper, stronger, more insistent. She couldn't seem to disobey what the tickle seemed to want. She had to move. She rocked her hips, then squirmed in a slow, hunching circle. The gouge of Buddy's prick against the insides of her cunt was too intense to bear.
"Uhhhnnnnnn!"
"You like it, don't you?"
"Nooooo."
"Here ... just the tip. I'm going to let you have that first inch to play with, baby."
Buddy let that swollen tip hang just inside her hole. Losing control completely, Hetty lurched her butt wildly, tried to suck the hot, hard prick inside again.
"Ohh. Ohhh, God! Ohhh, shit!"
"What's wrong, honey?" Buddy whispered.
"Mmmmmm. Nuuuhhhh."
She tried to get her hands down. Buddy held her wrists for a few moments, then let her free. She worked her fingers under her body, under her cunt-mound. She found the long, slippery snake with its collar of white skin. She clutched his cock frantically and tried to pull it forward, tried to impale her cunt with it. And all the while her butt pranced and wiggled and bobbed. But Buddy kept his cock-tip barely brushing her steamy pussy petals.
"You want something, Hetty?" he asked again, tonguing her ear until the spit dripped down her neck.
As she squealed with lust, she felt him easing his body forward, letting her have his lovely, hard prick again. She clawed at it, fit the head into her hole with slippery, trembling fingers. Then she kept her hands there, feeling the easy slide of that cock going in! It was tight, but her cunt almost sucked it deeper. And then Buddy's balls fit up against her clit and she clutched them to it.
"Shit ... shit...." she gasped, pumping her ass up and down.
The flutter/ thrills were on her so suddenly Hetty Sue couldn't get her breath. She felt burning tingles shoot up the insides of her legs. She felt her belly seem to dissolve. Her nipples itched so furiously that she rubbed her chest against the bed. Buddy was fucking her with a passion now. The steady slap of his hips against her ass made her grunt hungrily. And the steady jab of his cock going all the way into her pussy pushed her quickly to the peak of her come.
She came screaming, her legs pounding the mattress. Buddy kept her wrists pinned to the bed as he fucked her. She was intensely aware of the walls of her cunt closing down on that spearing, bulging cock. And that tightening was having an effect on Buddy, too. She peaked twice and then floundered with the afterglow for a few moments before she felt her third orgasm rushing upon her like a tornado. She whipped her ass around, making that hard shaft gouge and stretch her delicate insides. Her juices flooded out all over the place.
Buddy was making funny sounds, kissing her back, licking, biting. And then suddenly she felt him jerk his cock out of her pussy. The shock made her squeal. But immediately he shoved it down between the plump halves of her butt and pumped back and forth. The slickness he'd dragged out of her pussy made the slide of his cock feel strange. Her asshole clenched tight for fear of being raped. But Buddy didn't seem to want to fuck her ass. He panted and bit her neck and let his big hot cock slip between the twin softnesses of her juice crackled against her pinched shitter.
The first throb of his cock was like some small, strong animal lurching against her. Then Hetty felt a hot lick of something streak up her back. Again Buddy's prick bulged and throbbed. More sap spattered over her skin and she felt hot droplets on her shoulders and arms.
"Baby! Sonofabitch! Ohhhh, baby!"
"Buddy, what's happening? Ohhhh, God!"
Another thick jet of jizz splattered out onto the small of her back. And then Hetty found her wits enough to be-relieved. Relieved that Buddy had had the presence of mind to come outside her cunt, not inside.
"Yeah, it's good. Awful good!"
It was some time after Buddy had left her alone in her room that Hetty got up and staggered to the bathroom to wash the drying smears of his jizz from her body. She could hear the party still going in the next room. Maybe Mona had been revived for more fun and games. Maybe she was going to take care of Buddy. She didn't really care. But when she got back in bed and tried to sleep, she kept feeling his body against hers, kept hearing his words.
And when she dreamed, she dreamed that that thick, warm cock was sliding slowly into her pussy. At four in the morning, Hetty awoke in a hot flush. Somehow she'd twisted the sheet up between her legs and the friction against her cunt was making her come. Still half-asleep she felt the stormy throes overtake her. Moaning, crying, she bucked her slim body, grinding the strange pleasure against the bed.
"Buddy," she gasped. "Ohhhh, Buddy!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Hilary was ecstatic. It was past nine and Wilma Ritter hadn't showed up yet. That left Phil to her and her alone. He was watching her now as she splashed by, doing her best butterfly.
"You're going too deep," he said, smiling, coming towards her as she hung from the splash gutter. "After you bring your arms back, don't let your head go down so far. It breaks your forward momentum."
Hilary treaded water as he came up. They bobbed there in the deep end, the waves making small sucking sounds under their arms. Phil pushed hair off his forehead. Hilary felt a certain glow from him. Like maybe he was beginning to notice her for a change. She prayed again that Wilma was sick, that she wouldn't show up suddenly and ruin everything.
"Don't you get tired of being coach all the time?" she asked.
"It's not so bad when I have a student like you," Phil said.
"I bet you said that to Wilma, too."
"No, Wilma doesn't have your natural ability."
Hilary looked around. The club was all theirs. When she glanced back at Phil, his eyes flashed, too. She decided to push things, to see how the handsome instructor would react to a real woman. Wasn't that supposed to be her image? She swallowed hard and tried to think of what a real woman, a liberated woman might do in similar circumstances.
"I get tired of swimming around in a bikini," she said suddenly. "Help me untie this thing, would ya?"
Phil didn't move at first. But she turned her back to him, dog-paddling to stay afloat. He kicked his feet as he undid the little tie in back. Hilary let the cups float away from her full tits. She had nothing to be ashamed of. They were some of the nicest tits in town. She let her body turn in the water.
Phil's eyes widened as the wavelets caressed the white tops of each full swell. She let her body ride higher in the water sc that a brown nipple peeked over the surface.
"Mmmmmm, that feels better."
Phil took her hand under the water. Down between his legs she thought she could see his trunks all bunched out in front but the moving surface distorted things too much for her to be sure.
"Is holding my hand a part of today's lesson?"
"I think it is," he breathed. His voice had gotten deeper, huskier. He was interested all right. Hilary let go of his hand and swam slowly away. He swam lazily after her. When they were in the deep part of the pool, she kicked her feet up and dove. Phil dove, too. She could see the blurry shape of him not far away. She frog-kicked all the way down to the ten-foot drain. The pressure of the water on her ears made them buzz. She let out some air to make her less buoyant and started undoing the bottom of her bikini.
It was a spur of the moment thing. She hadn't preplanned anything. But she felt so ... so crazy today! She knew that males desired her. Black males, white males ... Hilary sensed she had a power over them, a power she had not fully understood in the past. A girl's body had curves and bumps and hollows that did something to a male's mind. It was almost magical, this effect. She'd seen it in Phil's eyes when she'd let him see her naked tits. And Cal had gone through the same change when he'd glimpsed her ass under the sheer nylon of her nighty.
The bikini bottom came loose and she let it go. Slowly weaving back and forth, it floated to the surface. Phil paddled his hands to stay at her depth. Hilary felt drunk with excitement. She threw her legs wide and arched her back. As she floated upwards, she felt Phil's fingers tighten around one ankle. He drew her close to him. Her body trembled. Blurrily she saw that he was peeling his trunks. When his cock bobbed free in the water, she kicked free and swam underwater to the shallower end of the pool. She knelt on the bottom, watching Phil's naked body slip through the pool after her.
"If somebody saw you," she said when he surfaced, "you'd lose your job."
"No big deal," he said. His cock-tip bobbed out of the surface for a second, then submerged.
"I don't see how you can teach swimming with that thing in the way," Hilary teased. She was surprised at how daring she was. Phil's eyes were hot. He grabbed her wrist, put her palm to his mouth. The tickle of his tongue made Hilary feel weak.
"Maybe if you helped me, I could get rid of it."
Hilary blushed. Then she splashed away, Phil closer than ever. They swam to the deep end again. Phil grabbed her from behind and pulled her backwards. They were floating almost upside down, the light patterns from the surface flickering over their skin. Phil had her waist. He was pulling her down, down to him. Then he kick-turned and his head was between her thighs.
The excitement of being touched underwater made Hilary need air. She got her face to the surface and sucked in a huge lungful. But Phil was still holding on underneath her. She felt something hot touch the inside of her thigh. Phil's tongue. Then the coldness of the water on her pubes was gone and she felt his lips forcing back her outer labes.
"Nuuuhhhnnnn!" she gasped. How could he hold his breath so long? How could he....
"Ohhhhh, God!"
Now his tongue was dividing the inner pussy-petals, making quick jabs at her clit. He held her knees apart as he rooted in her cunt. His nose brushed into her slit. His tongue was going crazy and so was she. Now Hilary wondered if things weren't going along a little too quickly. She'd been out to get Phil interested all right, but he was really getting into it. She felt out of her depth and it didn't have anything to do with water.
To escape the subtle and exciting friction between her thighs, she kicked free and dove again. Phil surfaced for air and came after her. He was the stronger swimmer and overtook her in the deep part again. He grabbed her hand and put it against his cock. She could see the blurry shape but didn't want to act too free with him. But Phil pulled her body close against him and they kissed. She jacked his cock slowly and he kissed her harder yet.
Again Hilary got away from him and made it to the edge of the pool. She felt so heavy, so weak. She had just wiggled the upper part of her body up onto the slippery tiles when Phil broke surface behind her and grabbed her ankles. She was half in and half out of the water. Her belly was stretched over the splash gutter and she couldn't get hold of anything to pull her any farther out. Not with Phil holding her legs. He circled each of his arms around her thighs.
"Phil, let me go."
"Not yet."
And then he kissed her between the cheeks of her ass. The shock made Hilary dizzy. It was so unheard of, so ... vulgar that she didn't know what to say.
"Phil! God, what are you doing?"
"I'm kissing your pretty little asshole."
"Don't! Noooo! God, please don't!"
"It's clean. You've been swimming around in this chlorinated pool all morning, for Christ sake."
"Yes, but it ... it's wrong. I just don't...."
Phil licked her shitter again. He was doing it like he might lick an ice-cream cone. He wasn't poking inside or anything, just swathing her asshole with his hot tongue. And though she was still shocked, Hilary had to admit to herself that it was furiously exciting. Phil liked her that much.
She relaxed some, let her body flop against the wet tiles by the pool's edge as Phil continued to kiss her. He bit each plump cheek of her ass and nibbled his way to the small of her back and down again. By the time he was burrowing into the fur of her cunt-mound, she knew she was a seeping, steaming mess.
Hilary was only dimly aware of Phil getting his knees up into the splash gutter. Then she felt him leaning over her as her feet dangled in the water. Her big tits were flattened against the tiles, her body bent slightly where she lay half in, half out of the pool. Then Phil's weight dropped down on her and she felt the flared crown of his cock pressing against the silky inner lining of her slit.
"Ohhhhh, Phil, we shouldn't. Not here!"
"Hilary, I'm crazy for you."
"Nooo ... don't, Phil. I'm afraid."
Hilary dragged her fingers across the slippery tiles but found no hold. Phil was pushing up and in now. She felt her muscles dividing, felt the smooth insides of her cunt curving around the invading shaft. The itchy goodness was breath-taking as she felt her young box penetrated.
"Hilary ... Jesus, you're hot inside! So hot!"
Phil worked his hips, fucking her from behind. She let her head lay on the tiles. Phil kissed her ear and ate at her chin and the side of her mouth. Each jabbing movement of his body shoved that hot prick deeper into her cunt. Hilary pointed her toes out behind her and splashed. She could feel his cock going deep, really deep. She had her man. But did he like her?
"Oh, Phil, you do like me, don't you? You won't think I'm wrong afterwards?"
"Baby, you're wonderful."
He ground his hips around, making his fleshy barb poke at the dainty walls of her cunt. She groaned and ground her butt, too. Her plump ass was curved up into the hollow of his belly. He was trying to get his hands under her chest to touch her tits, and Hilary pushed up enough to let him. When he thumbed her nipples, she quivered and began to pant.
"You're all woman, Hilary. You're beautiful."
The words sent lovely chills through her body. She wanted him to love her someday. She felt his teeth cutting gently against her shoulder, felt him driving powerfully into her soft twat.
"Is it good for you, darling?" she gasped. "God damn, you're so tight. Like a virgin."
"Is this better?" she moaned, making her cunt muscles close down on his prick. She held her pussy like that as she squirmed her hips furiously. Phil sounded like he was having some kind of attack.
"Hilary ... God ... yessss!"
"And like this?" she cried, bucking, twisting, wiggling until she thought she wouldn't be able to wiggle another second. Phil fucked like he wanted to imbed his swollen cock inside her cunt and leave it there forever.
"Better ... pull ... out...." Phil grunted.
Hilary knew he didn't want to knock her up. But she was pretty sure of her menstrual cycle, too. Unless she was very unlucky, this would be a safe day. And she wanted so much to please Phil this first time.
"It's all right, darling," she gasped, feeling as if she couldn't quite catch her own hot tickle. She was excited, but the friction wasn't quite right to bring her off.
"Hilary ... you sure?"
"Yes, Phil. Come inside, honey! Ohhh, come inside me!"
And Phil came inside. She felt the powerful spurts of jizz washing her pussy warmly. She twisted her ass around with frantic passion as he jetted. She wanted to milk his balls good, make it a fuck he'd never ever forget. Phil bit and kissed and licked her shoulders and the nape of her neck.
Maybe next time he'd want to fuck her from the front. She liked it better that way, liked to have her clit rubbed by the base of a male cock. Like Cal's cock had rubbed her. She'd sure come hard that time and she was positive it had to do with position.
Phil was going crazy against her soft ass-cheeks. His body slapped them every time he jabbed deep. And her tightened cunt-hole was stripping the hot cream from his cock, milking it into her depths where she hoped it would melt and become a part of her. Ohh, she loved him so much. He had to love her back. Had to!
"Oh, no," Phil moaned suddenly.
Hilary heard the footsteps then, looked up to see the narrow, feminine ankles of Wilma Ritter. Phil shoved himself backwards into the pool. Hilary saw his glossy cock go under, saw the white strings float away from it as Phil submerged.
"So what have you two been doing?" Wilma hissed. "Oh, I feel sick to my stomach, really sick!"
"Wilma...." But Hilary had no words to express her embarrassment. What could she say to the girl who'd been making a play for Phil, too?
"You must think you're the only one he fools around with," Wilma snapped. Hilary wiggled back into the water. Behind her Phil broke the surface for a second but dove again. She knew he must be looking for his trunks.
"It just happened," Hilary said, dog-paddling towards the top to her bikini.
"Just like it happened to me the other day in the shower room," Wilma said.
She tossed her dark hair angrily and put her hands on her pretty hips. Hilary tied the skimpy top in front and twisted the cups around until she could get her big tits in them. Then she swam to where the other half floated by a ladder. Wilma circled the pool, talking all the while.
"See, that sonofabitch won't even come up for air. He knows what I'm gonna be telling you. That last Wednesday he ate my pussy-" A sob choked Wilma-"and fucked me."
Hilary didn't believe it. She'd boosted Hetty Sue up to that window. Yes, on Wednesday! Hetty swore she hadn't seen a thing. Out in the middle of the pool, Phil surfaced, looked briefly at both girls, and paddled for the ladder.
"You ... you dirty bastard!" Wilma screamed, heading around the edge of the pool towards him. "You lousy sonofabitch!"
"Look, Wilma, could I speak with you alone?"
Phil was climbing up the ladder when Wilma got to him. Hilary saw the leggy girl's foot jerk out. There was a wet thud and Phil fell backwards into the water again. Hilary got into her bikini bottom and boosted herself over the edge. But Wilma hurried around the pool again and caught her by the hair before she could get to her feet.
"I hope you both drown!" the pretty brunette shrieked, shoving Hilary into the pool again. She hit Phil as he was coming to the surface and they both went down in a mass of bubbles and sliding flesh. Their heads broke surface together. Wilma Ritter was at the gate to the pool. She fished a key from her swim suit and threw it at Phil.
"Wait till I tell my father what you've been doing over here every morning," the girl cried, shoulders shaking with sobs. "I'll tell him you tried to seduce me!"
"Wilma, you've got to calm down, baby," Phil called, but she was already stalking out of the gate.
"Guess we messed up," Hilary said.
Phil got out of the pool and helped her out, too. He seemed cold, distant. She put an arm around his waist.
"I hope you won't get in trouble."
He shrugged and unhooked her hand. "I got some thinking to do. I'll see ya later."
"But Phil honey...." She looked at his muscled back as he walked towards the showers. She felt like she'd been left hanging at the edge of a cliff. How could he treat her like that after ... after....
"Phil! You didn't let me tell you...." He stopped and waited for her to run up beside him. She took his hand and squeezed it between both of hers.
"Hurry up," he said. "I've got some pretty heavy hassles ahead of me."
"My folks are going out of town for a week. We could ... you could...." She blushed slightly. "Well, you could come over. I'll fix you supper and everything."
"Sounds great," he said, voice flat. "Maybe later if I get this mess straightened out." He shook himself free of her grasp and disappeared into the showers. Hilary thought she might cry.
"Big girls don't cry," she whimpered, remembering the title to the golden oldie a local disc jockey had played recently. She got her towel and headed for home.
* * *
The morning her folks left for their week's vacation, Hilary was in a terrible state. She hadn't heard from Phil since the incident at the pool. Not so much as a phone call. But she'd heard through the grapevine that he was no longer instructing swimming classes at the Cloverleaf Club. There'd been no big splash as she'd feared. But the crap had hit the fan somewhere along the line, she was certain. Wilma Ritter's daddy had a lot of influence in town. Whatever Wilma had said to him had gotten the job done. If Mr. Ritter so much as suspected a swim instructor was making a pass at his daughter, that would've been enough.
No one had seen Phil. Hilary guessed he was staying out of sight until the heat blew over. But why didn't he come see her? He'd be welcome and he knew it. And they'd have the whole place to themselves. Even Cal was gone, his jobs finished.
Hilary was making herself a glass of lemonade when the back-door buzzer made her jump. It had to be Phil. He would sneak up the alley and into her yard so no one would notice. She was wearing only a cowboy shirt and a pair of panties and she was glad. She padded quickly to the door and looked out. Before she could lock the screen, Cal Carter yanked it open and pushed inside.
"Hey, baby, what's happenin'?"
"You're not supposed to be working this week," Hilary said, voice trembling. "My dad said so."
"Does a white man think he can get rid of the nigger just because he tells him to go on home?"
Cal smiled his white, perfect teeth at her. She was walking backwards as he came at her. Her ass bumped the corner of the counter. The touch against her bare thighs reminded Hilary of the half-dressed state she was in.
"Cal, you'd better leave. I want you to leave. Now, Cal. Right now."
She didn't want to stop talking for fear she'd lose her voice completely. But Cal Carter wasn't paying any attention to her warning. He pulled something from his pocket. It jingled. A chrome chain like the kind people used on dogs. It had a slip ring that would tighten the loop when pulled. Cal slipped the choke chain over her head. It was cold on her neck as he worked it under her hair.
"I liked that little slave game we played the other day."
"You were playing it," Hilary murmured, "not me."
"Slave ain't supposed to want to play. That's the whole idea."
Cal attached a leather leash to the choke chain. He led Hilary through the house to the stairs. She stopped there, legs shaking.
"What are you going to make me do?" she whispered.
"Come along, slave," Cal laughed, pulling her up the stairs.
They went into her parents' bedroom. Cal pulled off his clothes quickly and sat in the big leather chair her dad relaxed in after a hard day at the office. The color of his skin was almost the same tone as the leather. He pulled her closer, using the chain gently but firmly. His cock looked enormous. She realized that she'd shoved her experience with him to the back of her mind. She could hardly believe that he had actually fitted that big cock up inside her cunt. It was lots bigger than Phil's prick.
"Get on to it," Cal said, winding the chain around and around his fingers, pulling her mouth closer to his crotch.
"Ohhh, I can't. I just can't do it."
"Baby, you sure as shit will do it."
"Cal, don't make me. I ... I...."
Her lips brushed the dusky knob. It was shaped much like Phil's cock-head but fatter, darker. It was even hotter. She tried to twist her head to the side but Cal made the choke chain cut off her breathing for a few seconds and she pressed her closed lips against the very tip of his shaft.
"I'm gonna make you like it," he said.
"Never!" she said back.
Cal passed the leash down between her legs and up over her back. Now he could use the choke chain and tighten the smooth leather up into her gash. Already the thing was slipping deep into her glossy crack. He tested his control and made the leash rub her clit back and slowly forward.
"Nhhhhhhoooohh!" Hilary groaned.
She didn't want to feel the subtle friction. She tried to block it from her mind. But it was too good. Cal rubbed her neck and face, searching with his fingers until he found that sensitive spot under her ear. Then he pressed and made her open her jaw. The brown barb of cock-flesh slipped into her mouth with a wet sound. Gasping, trying to keep it from going deep, Hilary shoved at the prick-head with her tongue. Cal stiffened and let out a shuddering breath. Then he started working the leash back and forth, back and forth. Her pussy-butter drenched the rubbing strap. And as it grew slicker, the friction against her tenderest folds was excruciatingly exciting.
Hilary felt Cal pushing her blonde hair back from her face. And when he did she caught a glimpse of herself in the big floor-to-ceiling mirror near her mother's closet. The reflection shocked her breathless. There she was, her long and shapely legs, her slender body and big tits. She was on her knees on the rug, her hands against Cal's parted thighs to support herself. He was slumped deeply into the leather chair, knees thrown wide, head lolling to one side as her check bulged with the head of his cock!
Yet after the initial shame had passed, Hilary felt her body respond to this strange picture of herself. Her own spit made the shaft of the brown prick shiny when she bobbed her head up. When she was forced back down by Cal's yank on the choke chain, her throat bulged to make room for that swollen tip. It was all she could do to keep from gagging. And she found it hard not to keep sneaking glances at that mirror!
"Use your hands, baby," Cal moaned.
Hilary knew she was helpless to do anything but obey. She might make a fuss, but in the end it would be useless. Maybe if she cooperated some, Cal would ease up on his demands. She gently cupped his hairy balls in her fingers and started to massage them, slide them around.
Cal liked it. His cock hardened even more in her mouth. But the tip was still spongy. She'd never felt a texture quite like that in her whole life. She poked the point of her tongue into the heated knob to see Cal's reaction. Almost anything she did to it made him shiver and groan and take quick breaths.
"Yeah, that's the way. You got it good now," Cal said.
If she had it good, it was because Cal had pulled the choke chain down hard and made her take the bulging crown into her throat. Her stomach bucked as she fought to suppress her gagging reflex. Her throat closed around the slippery cock-tip, clasping it, trying to expel it.
"Ghhhaaaa!"
"Jesus!"
Feeling his grip relax on the choke chain, Hilary jerked her mouth free from the throbbing, swelling cock.
"That ain't gonna do you no good," Cal said.
He was still smiling and Hilary felt relief. She didn't think she could stand to have him come in her mouth, but she didn't want to make him mad, either. Not too mad anyway.
"Please don't make me do this."
"Oh, you're gonna do it all right," he laughed, pulling her back down.
Her lips dripped spit onto the head of his cock again. She gave a whimper of defeat and let him ease the bulging knob inside her mouth again. This time it seemed hotter than ever, bigger than ever.
"While you suck nice and slow, I'll tell you something about myself. I'm not normal, baby. What I mean is, I don't come like most men. I come more, you know what I mean?"
Hilary looked up at him, her mouth too full of cock to answer. A wet sucking sound crackled from her nostrils as she slowly licked the smooth surface of his knob. If only it didn't have such an effect on her. That feeling of a cock in the trough of her tongue. The knowledge that she was giving the most intimate experience to a male she hardly knew. Yes, she was getting excited. Though a part of her wanted to deny everything that was happening, she was getting hot. Her pussy dripped juice down the inside of her thigh and she longed to rub her cunt against something, anything.
"I come quarts when I pop," Cal went on. "Of course that is a slight exaggeration, but I mean to say that when it starts, you're gonna have a mouthful, not a spoonful."
"Mmmmmmmnnnhhooo!"
"Oh yeah, blondie. I ain't just saying all this."
Cal's face changed as her tongue swathed his cock again and again. She had to suck on that thing. It was like putting a lollipop in a child's mouth and telling him not to move a muscle. The way her tongue curved under the lobes and shaft of Cal's brown prick seemed as if nature had planned it that way. But that couldn't be right, could it? It wasn't really natural for a girl to have a man's cock in her mouth, was it?
And what was this maniac doing now? He was giving the leash quick, rhythmic jerks that caused tiny explosions to burst at the mouth of her pussy. She started to moan, swept along by the turbulent thrills that shivered over her skin.
Cal had started wriggling around in the big leather chair, pumping his ass up and down, groaning. Hilary breathed through her nose. The crown of Cal's cock had grown so huge that it was hard to fit her teeth around it without biting him. She didn't want to bite him. And when she teased that heated know with her tongue, it felt so firm, so packed with blood!
She knew that in a few seconds Cal would come. She tested the tautness of the choke chain and found he was holding it with both hands in case she tried to jerk away at the last minute. His words came back to her. He was different, he'd bragged. But was it just bragging or was there some truth to it? By the size of his balls, she could believe it. And inside his man's body there were other reservoirs. How much cum would Cal spurt into her mouth?
She felt a sudden panic. Forgetting how tightly Cal held her in his power, Hilary bolted from between his legs. The chain went tight around her neck. Cal jerked back but she'd managed to twist her face, managed to get that huge, choking prick out of her mouth.
"Bitch!"
He went at her neck with both hands. She floundered backwards, knees working against the rug. She couldn't get to her feet because of the rubbing leather leash and the force of Cal's hands on her throat. He was on his feet and she was still on her knees when he cornered her against the bed and the wall.
"Nooooo!"
"Eat my cock," he growled.
As it came near her lips again, Hilary saw a white bubble at the tip. Underneath the shaft she could see the tube swelling with its load of cum. And then a hot jet spattered slick droplets of cum across her face and neck. With a lunge, Cal forced the throbbing cock-head between her teeth. Two seconds passed and a furious flood of his seed puddled in the trough of her tongue and leaked down her throat.
It came so fast that Hilary couldn't even think of escape. She had to concentrate on swallowing. A white froth leaked from the corners of her mouth and she felt jism exploding up into her nasal passage. She jerked and struggled, but Cal had her head in his hands as he worked his cock in and out of her mouth. He was fucking her head! Her throat convulsed as she gagged. Sticky strings of fuck-cream oozed into her stomach. And there was always more, much more than the fabled teaspoon. Would it ever stop spurting?
"Yeah, do it, baby! Suck it now! Harder! Jesus fucking Christ!"
"Huuuunnnnn!"
Again Cal's grip on her weakened as he was overcome with the tickling explosion at the end of his big cock. Hilary lurched away and crawled on her hands and knees, the leather leash still deep between her cunt-lips. She heard Cal's footsteps coming after her. Then the hot splat of jizz against her skin. He kicked her over onto her back and stood above her. His cock was huge and the strings of cum leaked down upon her belly and tits as Cal tried to smile through his agony of pleasure.
* * *
It was later when she heard him coming again. He opened the door to the bedroom. She was naked on the bed, the cum smears dry and cracking on the skin of her belly. She was tied to the bedposts. It hadn't been hard for him to do it. Hilary had been crying with fear after her experience and Cal had wound the clothesline around her ankles and wrists and made her his captive nymph. She'd been in a kind of daze, a trance of blurry non-reality. As if she didn't want to face what was happening. But now she had to face it. Her abductor was standing at the side of the bed.
"I've been out shopping," he said, touching her belly. "
She sucked in a breath, turned her head away. But when she heard him undressing, she had to look. He held a shiny vibrator in his right hand, the kind some women used on their faces. At least that was the way they were demonstrated in department stores. Hilary had wondered what a woman might really do with one. Then Cal reached into the paper sack he had and showed her another vibrator, only smaller than the first.
"I got one for every hole in your body," he laughed.
"You're crazy."
"Yeah. A little." He ran a brown finger down between her tits, down her belly until it squished into the dampness of her slit. "But you, you're my slave, white girl."
Off in another room the phone rang. Cal jerked, then relaxed again.
"I guess I'll have to let you answer it next time. Just so nobody will get any ideas that you're being held against your will."
"What makes you think I won't scream for help?"
"Oh, you won't. I'm going to make sure of that."
Cal turned on one of the vibrators and held it against her nipple. Hilary arched her back from the sudden tingle that made her skin flush. It was so hard to think when he was messing with her, tickling her. But she had to try. She had to think of a way to get out of the house. Had to ... had to....
CHAPTER SIX
When Hetty got in the tub the next morning, all she could think of was how it had felt to have Buddy fucking her the night before. As hard as she tried to think of something else, his image came to haunt her. She felt everything. The lap of the water against her small, firm tits when she rested deeper in the bubbles. The burn of the delicate tissues between her thighs where he had rubbed her so hard. After a moment of anguished guilt, she soaped her fingers and finger-fucked herself furiously. She came, but still felt unfulfilled afterwards. That's when she tried to call Hilary.
When no one answered, she thought of going on over to the big house on Elm Street. Hilary was famous for staying in bed half the morning. The only thing that could get her moving was the promise of seeing Phil, the swim instructor.
"Maybe that's where she is," Hetty whispered as she dried her back. It wasn't the day for her lesson, but knowing Hilary, she might've gone to put a little more pressure on Phil. Or even to watch and see that Wilma didn't make any more inroads.
Hetty shook her head as she thought about her best friend. Sure, Phil was nice-looking. But a girl could only take it so far. If he didn't show any interest, Hilary might just as well look elsewhere for a boy friend. Hetty Sue dressed quickly and went to the kitchen to drink a glass of orange juice. She was in too much of a hurry to take time to eat. She had to ask Hilary about some things. Like the way she couldn't seem to get Buddy out of her mind. Was it love? She smiled, felt a blush coming on.
"Hey, Sis," Mona called from her bedroom. "Buddy left something for you on the table."
Hetty almost cut herself getting the envelope open. She tossed the knife down and unfolded the paper inside. A twenty-dollar bill fluttered out and swayed down to the floor. She looked at the single word for a long time before wadding the note and flinging it away.
"Thanks...." She choked on a sob. "He said thanks and ... and this!"
She picked up the twenty. She was about to tear it into little pieces when Mona came up behind her and snatched it away. Mona's hair looked like hell and her face was puffy from the night's revels. Her terry robe hung open enough so that Hetty could see the hickeys on her tits and neck.
"Don't knock it, sweetie," Mona said. "This stuff pays bills."
"But I'm not a damned ... whore!"
Hetty wished she hadn't said it before the words left her lips. Mona blinked and for a second she looked like she might get mad. Then she smiled and folded the twenty neatly and put it in the middle of a book.
"All of us have a little whore in our hearts. Every chick that walks down the aisle is getting paid off for her fucking and sucking and whatever the hell else she does for her hubby."
"That can't be true." Hetty's chest heaved. She felt like bawling. Mona shrugged and pulled a brush through the tangles of her dark hair.
"Buddy must've dug you pretty good last night. I've never tried to get you in on my little games, but now that you've had a taste, it really isn't so bad, is it?"
Hetty wondered what Mona meant by "taste". She felt wicked, worse than wicked. She felt dirty and cheap and a lot of other vile things she couldn't name.
"I gotta go."
"I'll save your twenty for you when you decide you want it."
"I don't ever want it ... ever!" Hetty cried.
"Oh, you'll change your mind," Mona laughed. "You'll change."
Hetty jogged halfway to the Cloverleaf Swimming Club. She talked to herself as she ran, asking questions but not finding the answers. The gate was open when she got to the pool. There was a new guy on the lifeguard stand, somebody she hadn't seen before. A half-dozen kids splashed in the shallow water and a middle-aged woman paddled clumsily across the deep end. Then Hetty saw Wilma Ritter stretched in the sun on a towel. She told the boy at the booth that she just wanted to talk to Wilma for a second, and he let her go in without paying. Wilma sat up on her elbows when she saw her coming.
"You haven't seen Hilary by any chance?"
"What do I care about her?" Wilma snapped.
Hetty swallowed her anger and glanced at the new lifeguard. "Isn't Phil working here any more?"
"Haven't you heard?" Wilma said, "Phil was caught in the act...."
"What act?"
"My parents don't allow me to use those kinds of words." Wilma picked up a pocket mirror and checked her hair and eye-shadow. She looked to Hetty as if she never intended to swim a stroke in her life. "Let's just say they were here at the pool ... together ... without any clothes on." Wilma smiled up at Hetty. "And somebody caught them."
Hetty swallowed and took a slow breath. "Oh. I didn't know...."
"My father is on the municipal board, of course," Wilma went on. "He got rid of Phil so fast the bastard didn't know what hit him!" Wilma tried to cover her venomous outburst, but Hetty saw her breathing through clenched teeth.
"It wasn't you who saw them ... naked ... was it?"
Wilma lay back down on the towel. "What does it matter who saw them? They were-"
"They were fucking, weren't they?" Hetty was proud of herself for finally saying it. "It's a pretty natural thing between two young people."
Wilma's face had gotten very red and it wasn't from the sun. "I wish you'd leave me alone," she said, "I'm trying to get some sun."
* * *
Hetty headed for Hilary's house next. She had to stop twice during the walk to lean against a tree and try to get control of her racing emotions. The steady rub of her pussy against itself made her think of sex, and sex made her think of Buddy. But at last she was on Elm crossing the big lawn of the Thompson house. She leaned on the doorbell, heard it chiming inside.
"That's funny. Where would Hilary be?"
She tried the back door, too, but couldn't hear anybody stirring inside. Maybe Phil would know where Hilary was. Hetty thrilled to think of them intertwined on the grass by the swimming pool. So Hilary had slipped in ahead of Wilma after all! But she'd lost Phil's job for him in the process.
Hetty took a bus to the part of town where Phil lived. She'd heard from Hilary once that he had an apartment in the Brussel Arms, an older building where the rents were cheaper. She found the place and scanned the downstairs mailboxes for his name. She paused at his door on the second floor, then knocked lightly. Phil was shirtless, wearing a pair of jeans.
"Hi, I don't know if you remember me...."
"Hilary's friend, right?"
"Right."
He motioned her in and opened a can of beer. She was too nervous to refuse it and Phil got one for himself, too. She told him she'd heard about what had happened, but didn't mention any details.
"I was looking for a job when I found that one," he laughed. "Ii pissed me off at first but I don't give a damn about it now."
"Actually I just stopped by to see if Hilary might be here. I can't locate her anywhere."
"What would she be doing here?" Phil asked.
Hetty shrugged and let it drop. Phil was certainly acting funny. His eyes never left her for a moment. And sometimes she turned to catch him looking at her ass. She tugged at her jeans. They were a little small for her and kept working up into the crack of her ass.
"You wanta smoke some grass?" Phil said. The words made Hetty go stiff. Finally she had the presence of mind to shake her head no. "Well, have some cookies anyway."
Phil held out a tray. Not wanting to be impolite, Hetty took two. They tasted a little funny for chocolate chip but she ate them and took another when Phil offered the tray again.
He sat there rubbing his chest and watching her. Hetty thought he was smiling a little. A mischievous look for sure. She put the last piece of cookie into her mouth and dusted her hands.
"Well, I guess I should go look for Hilary."
"Don't hurry off. I'll put on a record."
Harry felt uncomfortable being there with the guy Hilary had claims on. Even if he didn't seem to care much one way or the other. She would listen to a song or two and then make an excuse to leave.
"More cookies?" Phil asked, holding the tray in front of her face. "Come on, I can't eat them up myself."
"Well ... okay."
Hetty Sue took two more and chewed slowly. The room seemed different than it had before. Was the light changing or was it her eyes? She watched Phil open another beer and suck the foam from the top of the can.
"You're a lot prettier than I remember," he said, sitting down on the couch beside her.
"We only met once," she said, fending off his compliment. She sure didn't want to act like she encouraged any attention. But she was excited by his presence there so close. He wasn't touching her but she could feel the warmth from his fingers as they dangled over her shoulder. So funny ... she feit so funny. Suddenly Hetty was laughing.
"I don't know what's come over me," she giggled.
"God, you're beautiful. I never noticed before."
Phil's fingers brushed her neck and a thrill that seemed a hundred times normal made the juice flood from between Hetty's cunt-lips. She found herself breathing hard, almost panting.
"I got to go...."
Phil slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her against him. "No. Stay here."
"I'm dizzy. I feel like I'm floating...."
Phil was kissing the side of her neck. So close to her ear. So close. Then his teeth caught the lobe and his tongue teased into the dainty orifice.
"Ohhhhhh, God!"
"You smell like strawberries."
His tongue went deeper. Hetty wanted to pull away but the wet tickle was devastating to her will power.
"Phil, I shouldn't do this. You ... you're really Hilary's guy."
"I told you I didn't care how that went."
"But ... Ohhhhhh, please don't! Uhnnnnn!"
Phil had slipped a hand under her shirt and cupped it gently around one of her tits. The touch of her hard little nipple against his palm made her breathless. He rubbed it and squeezed the firm orb deeply with his fingers. Her back arched and she let her head fall back. Then Phil was feasting tenderly on her neck. He started licking her like a cat might. The buzzy, strange feeling in her head intensified. She was high! At last she realized she was high. Something in the cookies ... something....
"Phil, don't unbutton my pants. I don't want you to."
"Like hell you don't. You're panting like crazy."
"But ... noooooo!"
Phil had already got the front of her jeans open. He was gently petting the skimpy nylon of her bikini panties. Some of her blondish curls poked out over the elastic waistband. Phil petted them, too, then started working his fingers under the sheer material. Hetty groaned and caught at his wrist. But her fingers were shaking; they felt so weak. He pushed under her cunt-mound easily and curled his middle finger up between the labes. She felt them come open and heard the little smack as her twat-folds were gouged at.
"I'm shivering all over. I never felt like this!"
And it was true. Even Buddy hadn't made her feel like this. She clawed weakly at Phil's arm, trying to make him stop. But his finger worked at the edge of her cunt-hole now, teasing, slipping deeper. Her ass quivered as she worked her hips against his plunging tickle.
When his lips brushed hers, she whimpered and opened her mouth to him. He sucked her tongue like he hadn't eaten in months. She ground her teeth against his lips and dug her fingers into the nape of his neck. She wanted to fuck him! God, she hadn't realized how bad she really wanted to fuck him.
She pushed him over on his back on the bed. There was a glint of surprise in Phil's face as he let her climb up over his chest. She tore off her shirt and worked her jeans down quickly. Then she was digging at Phil's pants.
"Hetty, baby, you're something else."
"Don't talk. Don't say anything," she gasped, toe shy to meet his eyes.
It was so odd how the force of her hunger was working inside her and yet she felt embarrassed about it, too. But she was trembling now with the need for the lovely male under her. She tossed Phil's jeans on the floor and peeled his underwear down slowly, as if she could hardly stand to see his cock.
"Ohhh!" she cried as it popped free of his constricting underwear.
His prick bobbed a few inches from his stomach. She tossed his skivvies away and touched the hot shaft very tenderly. It was Phil's turn to moan. The flesh of his rod felt like velvet. Slowly, very slowly, Hetty jacked the skin forward and back. The flared crown swelled with blood and darkened. She worked the skin faster, her nostrils flared with excitement. Phil spread his thighs some and writhed on the bed.
"Ohhhh, God, it's beautiful!"
The words from her own mouth surprised her. She'd never said anything like that before. She hadn't even thought about whether a cock was pretty or not. What had been in those cookies anyway? Maybe grass ... as if it mattered. She felt transfixed by the shape and heft of Phil's cock. She ran her fingernails down the underside until she got to his balls. Then she picked each one up and worked it around in its slick sac.
"Baby ... Hetty ... Jesus Christ, I didn't know you were-"
"That I was capable of getting excited?" she finished for him. "That I might want to fuck a man or even be on top like this?" She felt terribly daring. The shyness was still so much a part of her that she couldn't meet Phil's surprised gaze. But she knew what she wanted and was going to get it.
To prove it even more, she steadied his cock and licked up its length. Then she did it again, but slower. Phil went half-crazy. She did it a third time, but let her tongue linger on the flared, purple barb until he was twisting and wiggling. After what Buddy had forced her to do, this seemed like child's play. She pushed Phil's legs apart even wider and held his shaft still while she swathed the bulging knob with her lips and tongue. Once she even made a soft O with her mouth and let the circle slip around that sensitive ridge. When Phil bucked frantically with his hips, she turned her head away.
"Please, baby!"
"How bad do you want me to?"
"Awful bad! Jesus!"
"Like this?"
She licked the two lobes on the underside of his cock-tip and then eased her mouth down over his rod quickly. She let his shaft slide along the trough of her tongue until her throat was full of cock. When she felt her first gag begin, she snatched her mouth away.
Phil was stiff as a board and shivering. With a gasp he found his voice and begged for her to do it again. But Hetty had his prick good and sloppy now. As big as it was, she knew it would fit inside her. And her pussy! It was throbbing. Small convulsions caused the walls of her tube to contract and then expand again. Her clit bulged with blood and had poked its tiny head out of the folds that surrounded it and at most times hid it from sight.
Hetty Sue ran a hand under her panties and gouged up the length of her parted slit. A flood of juice wet her skin and dripped into the panty silk. She worked her way up Phil's body and, straddling his cock, began to ease herself backwards.
"Ohhhh. Ohhhh, God, I can't wait!"
She was panting harder than ever. She hadn't even bothered to take time to remove her panties. It didn't matter. She stretched the silken crotchband to one side and guided the fevered cock-head against her juicy crack. With a hot squish, the barb penetrated the ring of muscles that were convulsing at the opening of her pussy.
"Baby! Baby!" Phil grunted as her strong young cunt muscles tightened behind his cock-tip.
He reached up for Hetty as if to pull her down on him. But she kept her arms stiff. She wanted to experience what it was like to have a male in that position. She had better control of her hips this way, too. She twisted and rocked her body, letting the velvety shaft slide deeper and deeper and deeper into her cunt.
"Is it hot inside me?" she breathed, tilting her pelvis one way and then the other.
"Yeah ... good and hot!"
A sudden lust burned through Hetty. She grabbed Phil's wrists and pinned them up beside his head.
"Pretend I'm raping you!" she growled. "No, don't open your eyes. Don't look at me." The shyness still controlled her. She had to concentrate to keep her mind fooled. To pretend that she was forcing her will on a man!
"Hetty baby, I'll do whatever you want."
"No, you can't help it! I'm on top. I'm stronger. You can't get away!" Saying the words thrilled her unbelievably. Her pussy flooded hot butter and her nipples burned as she worked her ass around in feverish circles, felt Phil's cock slide all the way to the mouth of her womb.
"God ... god damn," Phil moaned, letting his head fall to one side.
Hetty dropped her body down over him then and bit his neck hard as she pumped her trim, soft ass up and down between his spread thighs. She was fucking him like a man might do her! And the slick, slurpy slide of his prick in her cunt was excruciatingly good.
"Wrap your heels around my body," she gasped. When Phil obeyed, she felt a new power. She rammed her cunt down on his prick-shaft and let her teeth cut into his shoulder. The change that had come over her wasn't easy to understand. She didn't want to understand it. She just wanted to experience it.
"I've got you. You can't get away!" She rolled her butt furiously, feeling the flared barb gouging her soft insides, feeling it stretch the tiny pinched opening at the end of her cunt.
"Hetty! I can't take too much more of that without coming all over hell!"
Hetty let her head rest on Phil's chest. She stopped all movement. She inhaled deeply to get her breath again. It was nice to feel his body so warm and hard under hers. Then after a few minutes had passed, she tenderly kissed him, found a small male nipple to feast on.
Hetty only pressed her slickened lips against it at first. She knew her mouth was wet and slippery and hot against Phil's chest. Did he like that sensation? Yes, by his groans, he liked it. He was even trying to get his hands loose, but she dug her nails into his flesh and growled to warn him. Then she took a look at his nipple. It was glossy with her spit and the blood had rushed to the surrounding flesh. The self-knowledge that she'd just been sucking on it excited her. She'd never sucked on anything on a male body before except when she'd been forced to do so. But now she felt the fever. She wanted Phil, wanted him in an aggressive way. She dropped her mouth against his nipple again and sucked it savagely. Phil cried out and writhed under her but she held his wrists down hard and pulled the nipple flesh deeply between her teeth. She knew that if she kept on, it would make a hickey there on his chest. But she wanted to do that, wanted to leave her mark.
"Hetty ... god damn!" Phil jerked a hand free and pushed her head away. She grabbed the wrist again and made him surrender, made him play the game.
"Sorry, I got carried away." She looked at the raw place where she'd attacked him. Inside a shiver of excitement made her lick her chops. Gingerly she lifted her pussy higher, slid it up his cock. Then she eased her velvet-smooth tube down over his rod again. Their bodies fit together very tightly and yet it was easy to fuck his cock by moving herself. The tension caused when she lifted her ass up and pushed it down again was new to her. Hetty liked the things it did. It made her more aware of what was happening. She could feel that sharp, hard tool as it pushed deep. She was doing the pushing and could feel every inch penetrating, stretching, fucking.
"Hetty, I can't believe you. I mean, you're pretty damned shy but-!"
Hetty covered his mouth with hers to quiet him. Her tongue flicked at his lips and then plunged between his teeth. Phil grunted and sucked at it hard. The lovely sensations made Hetty's pussy tickle with hot fires. She began to work her hips faster. The breath panted from her mouth as she held her lips teasingly above Phil again and then I gave him her tongue again.
"I want you, I want you," she babbled, rubbing her small, hard tits against his chest.
He clutched his heels behind her, dug at her butt with them while she fucked faster. The tickle had built into a full-fledged storm of itchy madness. The rub of his cock against her pussy was making her lose control. The hilt of Phil's cock rubbed her clit but she couldn't seem to rub it quite enough.
"Ohhh. Ohhhhh, it feels go good! I can't stand it!" She squirmed her hips in furious circles, plunging, fucking, humping her back sharply only to arch it again.
"Yeah, baby, that's it! I'm gonna go any second. Ohhh, God, Hetty baby!"
"Don't go, Phil. Don't. Don't! Wait just a few more seconds!"
"Don't want to knock you up...."
Hetty made a quick mental calculation. She decided to chance it. "It's okay, darling. It's safe for me right now."
It was all Phil needed. He pulled his hands free from Hetty's grip easily and rolled her over on the bed. She gave a squeal of surprise as she felt her own wrists being pinned. With powerful lunges, Phil began to fuck her! She let the waves of ecstasy sweep over her flesh. It was her turn to surrender, her turn to clench her willowy legs around his strong body. She scissored him tightly as he stabbed and rooted in her slippery cunt-hole.
"Coming, honey! I'm coming!" she whimpered as the stunning convulsions made her body lurch under his hard fucking. She drooled and babbled and couldn't get her breath. Her eyes went out of focus and she had to sink her teeth into his shoulder to keep from losing her mind. She'd never felt anything like it. It was the best, the most thrilling few seconds of her life. And then she was aware of the hot spurts deep inside her cunt. Almost immediately, the thick curds were trickling from the edges of her hole. She threw her hips around until the stuff smacked and crackled where Phil was still spearing her cunt with that wonderful hard prick of his.
"I love you. Ohhhhh, God, I do!" she whined, clawing at his back, running her heels up and down the muscled halves of his ass.
When finally Phil rolled onto his back, Hetty Sue wiggled her head down his belly and gingerly eased his cock into her mouth. It was wilting now, but she nursed what cum still oozed out. She didn't even think about it. It seemed so natural now ... now that a man had really turned her loose. She wanted to kiss Phil all over. He had broken some chains inside her, he'd made her see what it could be like if she let herself go. She ran her tongue along the bottom of his shaft, easing the sticky, sour fluid out of the tube and into her throat.
When Phil had fallen asleep, she got up and walked weakly across the room to a mirror. She smiled at her reflection. There was cum drying on her chin and her nipples jutted out like small, brown fingers. From between her legs a string of cum dripped onto the floor. She scooped it with a finger and sucked the cream off with her lips. It didn't really taste bad at all. She went to the phone and dialed Hilary's number.
It occurred to her that it was kind of perverse to be calling her best friend after she'd just fucked that best friend's dream guy. But she was worried about Hilary. And Phil didn't seem to care about keeping that relationship going. She knew Hilary would understand. But the phone rang and rang and no one picked it up. Hetty put the receiver back in its cradle and went back to the bed.
"Hetty? You up and around?"
"Yes, darling," she cooed, rubbing his flat belly. "And I found out I still love you now that your cock isn't hard and inside me." She blushed but managed to look him in the eyes. "I don't really care if you love me or not. It would be nice if you did, but...."
Phil pulled her against him. He kissed the side of her face and then licked her cummy mouth.
"Phil?"
"Yeah."
"I'm worried about Hilary. I can't get anybody to answer the phone at her place. I mean I'm really worried."
"Maybe we oughta check it out." He slid a hand down between her thighs. "God, you really are long and lean...." He kissed her tit, worked his way down her belly.
"Phil? Aren't we going to find out about Hilary?"
"Sure...." His lips pressed up against her cunt-mound. With a moan she opened her thighs and dug her nails into the back of his head.
"God! Ohhhhh, Phil ... what are you doing?"
"Eating your pretty little pussy."
"But what about Hilary?"
"What about her?"
"Aren't we going to see ... if ... she ... Uhnnnnn, Phil darling ... Ohhhh, yessss!"
His tongue had opened her pussy-petals and he was giving a sweet, subtle friction to the engorged button of her clit. It had never really faded after their fucking. And as he nursed it, she could already feel the electricity building in her cunt. She flopped back on the mattress with a weak sigh as Phil burrowed into the velvet slick of her pussy. Hilary would have to wait. Hilary would just have to wait....
CHAPTER SEVEN
Why didn't Phil come? Didn't he still care for her? She'd done what he wanted, she'd given her body to him, but he didn't come to rescue her. Hilary had heard the phone ringing and hoped that it had been Phil. But she couldn't be sure. And unless someone came for her soon, she would lose her mind. She was losing part of it right now.
"Ohhhh, please. Just leave them inside me this time," she groaned.
Cal stood at the foot of the bed. He was naked, his brown body sinewy and strong-looking as he jacked the skin of his cock and watched her writhe. She was still bound hand and foot to the bedposts. But for the past four hours she had been driven close to total madness by the crazed black. Deep in her ass was a vibrator. Inside her cunt was another. Both of them had been replenished with fresh batteries, batteries that Cal kept digging from the paper sack on the dresser. He had a string on each vibrator. When he felt her tormented body begin to convulse with a climax, Cal would pull the things from her holes. And then she would cry. She had been crying a lot.
Once Hilary had tried to fake it. She'd pretended that she wasn't coming at all. But when the furious edge of excitement got too near, she gave herself away. She plunged her ass up and down frantically, trying to catch that tickly itch and grind out the pleasure. Cal had stopped it, though ... stopped it just before she climaxed. And he would stop this one, too ... and maybe the next.
"What do you want of me?" she groaned. "Why can't I come?"
"I'm just getting you ready for this, baby," he said, holding his heavy, brown cock out for her to see.
"Then fuck me, for God's sake! Do it and get it over with!"
Cal walked to the bed and eased the vibrator from her butt. It came out with a sticky sound of Vaseline. He tossed it in a sack and wiped his hands on a towel. Hilary had never before realized that her asshole was an erogenous zone. But with that thing removed from her shitter, she could still feel the tingles, she could still feel the spasming clutch of her muscles searching for the plastic bullet. And that sensation of having the thing slid from her guts had excited her enough so that she could almost feel another climax beginning. She shut her eyes and concentrated. She tensed the muscles in her thighs and let go again. Tight and loose, tight and loose as the thundering thrills poured down on her. Yes, she would be able to come ... if she could only have that smooth, tickling bullet in her for a few more seconds.
"Easy come, easy go," Cal laughed, slipping the long thing out of her pussy. Hilary let out a shuddering cry of anger. Her hips bucked but she was empty now and the buzzing excitement was gone, too. Her cunt-hole milked empty space, almost as if it was begging for something hard and hot.
"Why? God in heaven, why?"
"I guess you're primed good enough now," Cal said. "Hey, Willy, you can come on in now."
Hilary jerked against the ropes, her blonde hair flying. The bed creaked but her bonds held. What was going to happen to her now? Another man? But every movement was tantalizing, teasing her with that which she couldn't have.
"Willy's my cousin. He's cherry, you dig? I mean he ain't never fucked a girl, not a black, brown, or white."
Cal strutted around the side of her bed. His big cock bumped her hand but Hilary only curled her nails against her palm. Was this really happening? Or had she gone mad and hallucinated the whole thing?
"Let me go. Ohhhhh, I can't stand any more!"
"Willy is fourteen," Cal went on, ignoring her pleas.
"Fourteen? God, he's just a boy."
"And you're a girl," Cal laughed, running a finger over her big tits. He petted her belly and worked lower until his fingers tangled in her cunt hair. Hilary tried not to respond but her body was so hungry for release that she writhed and bit her lips and couldn't stop working her ass up and down. Someone appeared in the doorway and Cal motioned him over.
"Come 'ere, Willy, and meet your piece. Me, I'm going downstairs and have some more of her old man's Scotch." He laughed and bopped out of the room.
Willy was a lanky, coffee and cream boy with alert eyes. He took everything in with a few glances and stood at the end of the bed. He was wearing basketball shoes and a cut-off jeans, no shirt.
"You're so white," he murmured.
The tone of his voice was strange. He came around the bed. His light-brown fingers touched her knee and traced a line upwards. He trembled a little when he got to where her cunt hair curled thickly.
"Don't look at me like that," he said. "I don't like people to look at me."
"I guess it won't do any good to ask you to turn me loose."
"Naw. I ain't gonna turn you loose. I'm gonna fuck your white pussy."
Willy kicked off his shoes and started yanking down his jean shorts. Hilary knew that her body was so worked up that the minute he started fooling around with her, she wouldn't be able to keep herself from getting excited. She was tired of resisting. Cal had worn her down with the vibrators. She felt Willy climbing up beside her, and she closed her eyes again. She felt suddenly grateful for him. She wanted to be fucked, wanted to feel the final release which could free her. At least for a while.
His hands rubbed her belly and her tits. He kissed her neck. Then he was grinding his hips against her thigh. But something was wrong. The poor kid didn't have a hard-on. His cock soft and warm and wiggly. He was afraid of her, even though she was tied up.
"White bitch," he muttered.
It seemed the only phrase he knew. Cal had been a good teacher, but it wasn't going to help the kid now that the chips were down. She writhed under his warm, young body as he kept touching her. But he wasn't going to make it.
"Don't say a damn thing," Willy said. "If Cal comes back, you tell him I fucked you." The kid sat up and rubbed his arm.
"Willy?"
"I said I don't want to hear."
"But maybe I can help."
"I ain't gonna untie you, goddammit."
Willy looked down at his sagging cock. It was pretty big, even in the soft stage. Hilary felt a hot thrill burn through her cunt. She longed to have it inside her. She needed it so bad. The empty place where the vibrator had been seemed emptier than ever now.
"Maybe I'm willing."
"Huh?"
"Maybe I want to screw. Did that ever occur to you?"
The sharp eyes scanned her darkly. He moved quickly to untie one of her hands. Then he lay up close so that she could reach his cock. Hilary circled her fingers around the soft, hot meat and started to massage it. Slowly it thickened, stiffened. Willy watched her as if he hadn't seen anything like that in his life.
"Just because I'm white, you think I don't want to touch you?"
Hilary licked her lips. She could hardly wait until she could get that lovely, dark prick inside her cunt. But Willy was still suspicious. He was breathing faster now and his eyes flicked faster, too. As if she might pull some hidden weapon from under the pillow. It was true that she was almost as tall as he was, and probably outweighed him one or two pounds. But she didn't want to fight. She wanted to fuck!
That long, brown snake had turned out to be a surprise. His cock wasn't quite as thick as Cal's, not as broad across the head. But it was longer! At least eight and a half inches. Slender and long, with a tight little ball-sac pulled up against the spot where the shaft grew out of Willy's body. She ran her fingers up and down it, touching the veins and the long tube that stretched up the underside. Will was starting to respond now. His cock throbbed and swelled with each beat of his heart.
"I could do better if I had both hands...." Hilary said, not looking at Willy.
She was watching the way the flared cock-tip bulged every time she brought her fingers up against it. Up and down ... slowly, lovingly. Willy reached across and undid the knot that held her other arm up against the bedpost. She didn't even bother to rub the place where the clothesline had cut into her skin. She sat up slightly and eased Willy back on the bed. He still kept his eyes on her, but Hilary knew she was gaining his trust. If only he knew how hungry she was for him now! His long, lean body was a feast for someone who had been teased to the point of madness for eight hours. She kissed his light-brown chest and made a wet line of caresses down his flat belly. "Jeez...."
"You're beautiful," she breathed, warming his cock-tip with the spoken words.
Willy writhed under her touch. He probably didn't think she would do it. But Hilary licked her lips slick and then eased them down over his spongy, throbbing prick-head.
"Wow! God damn!"
"Mmmmmmmnnnnn," she cooed, jacking his cock gently as she nursed on his feverish hard-on.
She tongued the underside with ginger movements. She cupped his firm balls, massaging them until the sac loosened and dropped the orbs down. Poor Willy was almost in a coma of ecstasy now. He didn't even notice when she stretched down to undo the ropes at each of her ankles.
By now Hilary's pussy was dripping slick juice. She eased her body up over the pretty brown-skinned boy. He was dimly aware of her new position but she kissed him to keep him calm. The kiss was good, better than she'd expected. His full, soft lips curved eagerly around hers and she drove her tongue into his mouth and lured his own tongue in between her teeth.
"Ohhhhh, Willy! I want you so bad!"
She was on her knees, straddling his slim body. Slowly she eased herself back, eased down on the long and slender prick she steadied with shaking hands. As the fevered tip touched her pussy-petals, Hilary groaned and plunged her ass hungrily.
"Ohhhhh, it's going in. Can't you feel it?" she gasped.
"Yeah. Shit! Ohhhhh, you're really hot inside!"
Hilary almost said all girls are, but didn't. The kid was finally making it. And she was in no way going to risk ruining things. She needed that slender, pulsing prick up inside her cunt! Needed it worse than anything.
Her soft cunt-flesh melted around the boy's cock and she made slow circular movements with her ass as she pressed back, back. She took seven, seven and a half, eight inches and then felt the pressure against the mouth of her womb. But it felt so good that she pushed harder yet. Even the pain was wonderful now!
"Yessss! Ohhhh, yesssss!"
She covered the light-brown face with kisses. Willy was squirming around under her warm body, pumping his ass up from the bed. Hilary wrapped her legs around his and tried fucking that way for a while. Then she put one thigh in between his legs and the other out. Any way she did it was fantastic. The slippery rub of his cock in and out of her swollen, velvety cuntal tissues brought shuddering groans from deep within her. And when she really pushed back hard, she could feel part of her cunt being stabbed at. His cock was actually longer than she could handle. But she wished that somehow she could get all of his prick inside! She changed the angle of her body, humped her back sharply to let the flared tip press directly against the tiny stricture that was the opening to her womb.
Willy moaned and flopped his head back and forth. She caught his face in her hands and kissed him wetly.
"You beautiful, beautiful boy," she gasped, eating at his lips.
"Baby, you something else for a white girl."
Hilary smiled at this. As if he'd had much experience! She strained harder, feeling that taut, hot cock-head actually forcing her womb open. Could it happen? Could she actually get that slender prick inside her womb? She forced harder and felt a tiny pain spread deep inside her body.
"What you trying to do?" Willy gasped.
"Soooo deep. Ohhhhh! Uhnnnnnn!"
Hilary didn't hear the footsteps behind her. But suddenly she was aware of Cal getting onto the bed, lowering his body over hers.
"You fuck her good, Willy!" Cal said. "I've got her in the other hole."
Hilary struggled briefly, but Cal caught her wrists and held them as he eased his well-greased cock between the plump cheeks of her ass. She bobbed her butt wildly, but the tip of his prick had wedged against the knot of her asshole. She was helpless as he gave a short jab and the muscles gave. Suddenly she was full ... soooo full of hot, brown cock! Every movement sent new thrills bursting through her.
Cal bit her shoulder. "You really gonna be fucked this time, white bitch!"
His cock sunk deeper into her guts. She bucked herself around and the tension and friction increased unbelievably. The hot bodies sandwiched her with sensuality. The two blacks had made a white meat sandwich and she was skewered firmly between them.
Willy was surprised at first, but his passion had been brought to such a high peak that he could only pump his hips under her, rubbing and fucking and shoving his cock hard against part of her pussy. And Cal was all the way inside, too. The thick feel of his cock between the plump halves of her ass was fantastic. It was much better than the vibrator had been. She squirmed feverishly between the dark bodies. Hands felt her all over. Her tits were squeezed by Cal and Willy dug his strong fingers into the meat of her ass even as Cal fucked her there.
"Baby, baby!" Cal gasped, swept up in the three-way orgy.
He nibbled at the nape of her neck while Willy kissed her mouth. Every muscle in her body tightened as the tickling ecstasy pounded through her. The bed rocked as the three of them pumped and squirmed and fucked! Hilary had never felt anything like it in her life and knew she never would again. Her come started slowly, teasingly. She plunged her white ass up and down between the black bodies. She could clearly feel each hot cock stabbing deep in her holes.
"Ohhhhhh, God! I'm gonna come! I'm gonna die coming!"
The three of them rolled over on the bed and for a little while, Willy was on top, his slim hips thrusting wildly now that he wasn't crushed under two bodies. But Cal wanted to return to his superior position and they rolled over again.
Hilary came with a whimpering cry of ecstasy. Her pussy sent out a frothy slickness that smacked as the two men rammed her with their hot cocks. And soon the froth was mixed with their own steamy jizz as the droplets made hot lines down her skin.
Now the smacking, slurping, fucking noise filled the room as the young black men speared her cunt and asshole again and again, fucking her furiously.
"Ohhhhh, why can't it last forever?" Hilary cried, her heels drumming the bed as another jolt of pure pleasure racked her body. "Why can't it?"
CHAPTER EIGHT
By the time Hetty Sue got home, she was already thinking of Phil again. She wanted to call him, to ask when they could be together again. It was all she could do to keep her hands off herself. But the guilt she felt about horning in on Hilary's boy friend made her hang up the phone in the middle of dialing. She waited till she'd caught her breath and then dialed another number. Hilary's.
Like before, the phone rang and rang but no one picked it up. At last, Hetty hung it up and hurried to her closet to find something different to wear. Being with Phil had really messed up the clothes she had on and she felt sweaty and slurpy besides. She picked a summer dress and a gay, striped top to go with it. Then she jumped in the shower to freshen up.
Hetty was careful to keep the spray a little on the cool side. It would be so easy to let her thoughts take over. It would be easy to think of Phil and slip a finger up inside her cunt-hole and give herself a lovely, gasping finger-fuck. But she had to take care of business first. And business this time meant finding out if her very best friend was okay or not.
Hetty began to have visions of poor Hilary lying unconscious on the floor. She might've been the victim of a burglar or a rapist or just about anybody. And Hetty had been all over town and nobody she knew had seen Hilary for two days.
* * *
The bus dropped her four blocks from Hilary's street. She hurried along, her sandals clapping on the sidewalk, her heart in her throat. More and more she was afraid for Hilary's well-being. Nowadays almost anything could happen. And with her folks out of town, something just might have gone wrong.
The old car that pulled up alongside of her was making a lot of racket and at first Hetty didn't pay any attention. Until she saw Buddy hang his head out the window. His blond hair glinted in the sun and he had a big smile on his face. At first she cringed inwardly. She didn't know how to handle herself. Being confronted by someone who had ... had done really awful things to her that night Mona threw the party, made her lose her composure completely. And she was blushing besides.
"Hey, beautiful, you didn't think I forgot you, did you?"
"No ... yes ... I mean, I don't know...."
"Hop in."
"I can't, Buddy. I'm in a hurry."
Buddy gave her coltish legs a long look. "So am I, but I guess I can wait. They say anything as good as you is worth being patient for."
Hetty kept walking. But Buddy kept apace until he had to stop at the stop sign at an intersection. Hetty wasn't going to give in that easy, though. Not after Buddy had treated her like he had. Every time she thought of that twenty-dollar bill it made her mad. She wasn't a whore like her sister, and she wasn't going to be treated like one.
"I know what you're pissed about," Buddy called, speeding up alongside of her again as she crossed the street. "Because I didn't call the next day, right?"
"Wrong!" Hetty snapped. She wished she had that twenty with her. Then she could fling it through his window and run off.
"You sure keep a guy in the dark," he said. A kid on a bicycle weaved close to his car and he had to wait until he could get around. "Hey, I sure feel silly talking to you while I drive. Why don't you climb in and I'll take you where you're going."
Hetty thought she could trust him that far. And when she was sitting in the car, she felt like opening up. She was scared to go to Hilary's house all by herself. Maybe Buddy would understand. And he did. He listened sympathetically as she told of her concern for her friend.
"Well, let's go have a look. What do you say?"
"I'd really appreciate it, Buddy. I'm scared stiff to go up there alone."
As she'd expected, the doorbell didn't bring anybody to greet them. But Hetty thought she saw a curtain move in an upstairs bedroom. Buddy went around back and she went with him. There was something creepy going on. She just knew it.
"I'm gonna force the lock on this door," Buddy told her. He used a rusty dandelion digger and got it open in a few minutes. They were walking slowly down the hall from the kitchen when someone came flying down the stairs and crashed out the front door. All Hetty could see was that the man was black.
"You better wait here," Buddy ordered. "I'll see if I can follow him." Before she had a chance to reply, Buddy was thundering out of the house not fifty yards behind the black dude.
Hetty feared what she might find upstairs. She'd read terrible accounts of things like this in the papers. But Hilary was her friend. She had to go.
She called Hilary's name as she mounted the stairs. She thought she heard a groan, but it could have been her imagination. The steps creaked louder than usual under her sandaled feet. Hetty was shaking by the time she reached the top. Hilary's bedroom was only a few steps away. Hetty took a deep breath and started for the doorway.
"Ease up, white girl," the voice from behind said. Something hard touched her ribs. Hetty came close to wetting her panties. She could feel her heart labor in her chest. "Put your hands behind your back," the voice commanded. Hetty obeyed. Whatever had been touching her ribs went away while something was bound tightly around her wrists. The voice sounded so young. And the accent, the use of words made her almost positive that her abductor was a black man. Or boy.
Staying behind her, her captor guided her to the stairs. This time she was sure she heard Hilary groan as she started down. But it wasn't a groan of pain or semi-consciousness. It had sounded like a moan of pleasure.
The hard thing was stuck against her back again now as she reached the first-floor landing and was marched to the kitchen. Down again. The basement. Hetty Sue knew that there was a playroom down there and the laundry room and Mr. Thompson's workshop.
"I don't know who you are," she said, "but I don't mean you any harm. You won't hurt me, will you?"
The young black voice laughed. "Shit no. That ain't what I had in mind."
Hetty's heart skipped another beat. She was marched over to the sofa. It had a low broad back that she was forced to bend forward over. Her dress was lifted and warm, strong hands smoothed over the small of her back and then caressed her silk-covered butt. Despite her fear, Hetty felt the shooting thrills she'd grown to love. The black kid, for she was sure she'd guessed right on that, kissed her then. She felt her panties being inched down as he kissed the just-exposed skin.
"Ohhhh, I ... I want you to leave me alone...."
"Maybe you forget who's in charge here, baby," the boy said. He had skinned her skimpy panties down to her knees now. He was kissing her everywhere back there. The soft spots where her legs bent were so sensitive! And the way he was gouging them with his tongue!
"My friend ... Hilary ... is she okay?"
"Her? Oh, hell, she's fine. She sure like to fuck."
Hetty couldn't believe that it was quite like this kid was telling it. She didn't know what had happened, but she couldn't imagine Hilary entertaining a houseful of black guys and letting the phone ring off the wall. Another hot thrill made her catch her breath. The boy was massaging the insides of her thighs. She was so helpless with her arms tied behind her, bent over the back of the sofa. She couldn't even quite reach the floor with her feet and the kid's touches were becoming dangerously erotic. Her panties slipped down off of one foot and dangled from the other ankle.
"Nooooo! Let me go!"
"Oh, baby, you the best yet. I thought that Hilary was something. But you ... you so fine. Slim little body I can't believe. I really dig you, really do."
"You're insane. I don't even know what you look like. Uhhhnnnnnooooo!"
The kid had just spread her cunt with his fingers and found the hot nubbin that rested down deep in the slippery folds and hollows. He petted it out a little clumsily at first but when her reactions came, lightened his touch and made her give shuddering gasps of pleasure. He was learning fast. Too fast.
Hetty didn't want to act like she was enjoying it. But the face was that the boy's hands were the most exciting thing she'd had happen to her in months. Her primer into sex had been fantastic enough with Buddy and Phil. But this time her teacher was younger than she was and he was black, too. What made it even more tantalizing was that he was a complete stranger. A stranger she still hadn't laid eyes on!
"Ohhhh. Ohhhh, don't! Please don't! Don't!"
"You all pink inside ... and dripping slick. God, I'm gonna eat it!"
Hetty gave a cry as she felt an open mouth invade her young, firm pussy. The licking, the rubbing, the gingerly nibbles ... she couldn't possibly keep still now. She writhed her ass unashamedly. It would be like holding her breath to keep from moving. The shivery waves of pleasure made her ass-cheeks flush red and more dripping cunt-honey leaked into the boy's mouth. The slurping noises there between her thighs became so ravenous, so outrageously sexy that Hetty knew she was really being eaten out. The other times had been mere kisses or touches with tongues. But this black kid was eating her! Taking her cunt-lips between his teeth and shaking his head like a hungry dog! The sharp jolts of pleasure made her drool as she hung helplessly over the back of the sofa.
"Yeah, baby, you eat fine. Real fine!"
"Ohhhh ... ohhh, what's happening to me?"
"You like it, don't you?"
"Yessssss!"
The boy eased his lips away from her pussy. Hetty felt her inner muscles convulse and the mouth of her hole worked as if it was reaching for that loving that had brought it to such a sudden fever.
Something else touched her then. It was dry and spongy and very smooth. Smooth as velvet. The kid worked it up against the back of her thigh and then lightly touched it to the blossomed petals of her cunt.
"Ahhhh, soooo hot. I never felt anything ... like ... that...."
Hetty realized she was babbling and blushed and shut her mouth. The smooth hands caressed her ass again as the touch of that brown barb kept pressing into the glossy mess of her cunt. Her slit was flooding the hot thing with juices and she knew that it would be as slick as her cunt was in just a few seconds. Hetty knew that she was going to be fucked. It was as inevitable as the sunrise. Her little hole almost seemed to reach out for that slender prick.
The boy worked his hips and her cunt-folds opened easily, their silky slick surfaces smoothing up around the pounding cock-tip. Her body responded to a new fever. She drooled again and plunged her trim ass up and down, impatient to feel her cunt skewered.
"Do it. Ohhh, God, don't just tease me! Do it!"
The cock was pulled back some, her pussy-petals squishing as they came unclung from the sensitive head.
"How bad you want it, white girl?" The boy sounded like he was about to laugh. But his voice was tinged with passion, too. Hetty knew that he was having a hard time playing it cool.
"As bad as you do," she managed to gasp. There was a moment of silence. And then the long fingers at her ass hooked around the front of her waist. Her young butt was pulled back and at the same time the boy's hips snapped forward.
Hetty Sue threw her head upwards and screamed. It was a scream of thankfulness, of ravenous hunger. The cock glided into her hole with a sound she knew must be the nicest sound in the world. The sound of hard cock penetrating a soft, wet pussy. She jerked against the cord binding her wrists. Her sandaled feet flailed an inch above the floor. And her glowing butt bucked and jerked and plunged as the boy fucked her with a strong, even rhythm.
Hetty felt herself being pulled up from the sofa. She was standing on her feet again, the boy's strong arms around her waist as he pumped upwards, jabbing deep at her cunt. She could see his brown skin now and that set off new charges of pleasure between her legs.
Her nipples seemed to explode outwards from her tits, and as if the boy sensed this change, he slid a hand quickly under her top and smoothed the hard little buttons with his palm. Hetty came unglued. She squirmed and groaned in the black kid's arms, rubbing her soft ass against his belly as he fucked her from behind. The juice dripped from his balls and more flooded out from her delicate folds to replace that.
"God, you got my cock nice and tight!"
To show him some talent, Hetty made her pussy tighten around his dick. Her muscles at the start of her hole were the strongest and she knew they were closing down good and hard at the base of his prick. Holding his cock deep inside, she plunged her ass around in circles as the boy rubbed her flaming tits.
Hetty came. And as she came, she heard a strangled breath behind her as the boy succumbed to her lust. The feather-soft lining of her pussy was swathing his sensitive cock-tip in the steamy heat of her belly. It was too intense, too good for him to restrain himself any longer. Hetty felt the bulge swell along the underside of his prick. The bulge forced past her constricting muscles and up the cock that was held inside her. Then the creamy sap exploded powerfully from the tip, bathing her cunt with jizz.
"Damn!"
They fell over the back of the sofa and Hetty felt herself crushed under the black boy's body as he pumped out his lust, spurted his hot fuck-cream into her pussy as he kissed the nape of her neck and squeezed her tits with both hands.
Her come lasted and lasted and lasted ... or was she having two or three? Hetty didn't know. She just knew that the tickles kept breaking out in strange places all over her body, only to be focused once again at the squishy, fevered spot between the lips of her cunt.
"Another one. Ohhh, God, it's gonna kill me!"
She poked her butt up high and arched her back so that black cock could dive as deep as it could possibly go. The black kid had already blown his seed into her pussy but was trying to keep things going. She thought she was about to start coming all over again when he gave a grunt of pain and eased his prick out of her swollen cunt-hole.
"Noooo! More! I want more!"
Hetty caught a glimpse of his ring as he pulled his hand from under her jersey. It was a silver ring with one blue stone. The look of that ring was still with her when she heard the boy's footsteps fading up the steps.
"Don't leave! I'm still coming!"
But Hetty had to grind out what was left of her passion on the rough sofa cushion. It didn't take long. Three sharp jolts of pleasure that left her panting like a dog. Somehow she forced herself up and looked at the mess between her thighs.
"Gotta get these darned ropes off."
She limped into Mr. Thompson's workshop. It took her some strange contortions to get the chisel between the jaws of the vise and tighten it down. But then it was easy to saw the rope against the razor-sharp edge. She put everything back like it had been and found a towel to clean herself up with.
The boy, whoever he was, had stolen her panties. Hetty straightened her dress, took a look at her flushed face in the mirror and hurried upstairs. To her surprise, Hilary was just stepping out of the shower. She was humming to herself and smiled when she saw Hetty.
"Are you okay?" Hetty asked, feeling a little weak herself.
"Sure. Sure, I'm okay." Hilary bounced into her bedroom. As she toweled off her hair, Hetty noticed the marks at her wrists and ankles where somebody had tied her. Hetty decided not to mention anything at all about what had just happened to her in the basement playroom.
"I've been calling you and nobody answered."
Hilary didn't even bother to make an excuse. "Well, I'm okay as you can see." The front door bell rang and Hetty hurried down to answer it.
"Couldn't catch that damned nigger," Buddy said.
He looked hot and disheveled. Hetty Sue found his use of the word "nigger" somewhat disagreeable. Even though the boy who'd fucked her and the guy Buddy had chased were two different people, she felt ... well, more open then she had before.
Buddy was pissed when he found out that not only was Hilary unimpressed with his chase of the trespasser, but that she pretended she didn't know anything about the black man being upstairs. Hetty knew different of course. But she kept quiet about the rope burns on Hilary's wrists and her little interlude with the boy rapist in the basement. Finally Buddy stormed out, muttering something about how crazy women were.
Only then did Hilary confess her adventures of the past few days.
"At first I was scared," she told Hetty, "but towards the end I ... well, I liked it!" It was the first time Hetty had ever seen Hilary blush.
"You mean there were two of them doing it to you?" she asked. Hilary nodded with shy pride.
Hetty almost told Hilary that she had connected with the young member of the team when he was on his way out. But something made her keep this thrilling secret to herself. It was all the more exciting that she didn't even know what he looked like. And as the weeks turned to months and the school year loomed close, that was just about all Hetty thought of. The black kid with the slender cock and strong arms. Would she ever know who he really was?
CHAPTER NINE
The rest of the summer was terribly boring as far as Hetty was concerned. She and Hilary talked a lot about the wild week. In fact Hilary was obsessed with ropes now and many times begged Hetty to tie her up so she could squirm around naked on the bed, a pillow stuffed between her thighs like it was some guy trying to get in her cunt.
This was embarrassing to Hetty but she went along. She was reminded all too vividly of what had happened to her that day in the basement of the Thompson home. Though Phil had called her up once in his lazy, matter-of-fact way, Hetty had denied him a date. Though Hilary didn't seem to be gunning for him any longer, Hetty was sensitive to the rules and taboos of friendship. Anyway Phil wasn't so hot.
And Buddy didn't interest her any longer either. He seemed crude and crass compared to ... That boy. That black boy. The only memory which still haunted her. Who and what and why? For all she knew he was a vampire! All she'd seen was that ring. That silver and blue stone ring. And that was probably all she'd ever know about him.
* * *
Then school began and Hetty forgot all the events of summer in the hustle and bustle of getting new clothes and picking out her classes for the coming year. There were the new students bussed in from another school. The handsome new guys who gave her the long look in the halls. And the day ended with the hobby period. Actually it was the goof-off period. For teachers and students alike. Hetty wasn't really knocked out about photography. But it was a heck of a lot better than covering herself with sawdust in the woodworking class. Or learning crappy recipes in cooking class.
The photo class could go outside and shoot up film and goof off. It seemed the most painless way to end the school day and so there she was, sitting in the back of the room drawing doodles while the instructor told them what equipment they'd need for the coming year.
When the instructor called Willy Carter up to tell about his photography experience in the school he'd attended the year before, Hetty didn't even blink. Until she ran the boy's name around in her head a couple of times. Carter. Wasn't that the name of the dude who'd fooled around with Hilary? The big black guy who'd tied her up? But his first name had been Cal and the boy at the front of the class wasn't very big at all. A crazy coincidence, that was all. But Hetty perked up anyway. It wouldn't hurt to listen and look.
Willy Carter had been bussed in from another school this year. Apparently he'd been the head dude in a photo club there the year before. He spoke in muted tones, overcoming his embarrassment finally and ending with a soft laugh. Hetty noticed his smooth, brown skin, his lanky body and slim hips. He was as graceful as a cat. But it was when he passed down the aisle that she noticed the most important thing of all. The silver, blue stone ring he had on his right hand.
* * *
The first week went quickly. Hetty kept her school work caught up so she wouldn't have much homework. The subjects were easy enough so far. Yet none interested her all that much ... except her photo-club period. She looked forward to that time of day. And whenever she saw the slim, brown boy with the silver ring, her heart pounded. He hadn't acknowledged her yet. Hetty was even afraid that he might have forgotten her altogether. But she hadn't forgotten him. Her panties got damp every time she remembered the fantastic things he'd done with his cock. Still, his eyes met hers like he looked at everybody else in the class. His cool facade never differed. But he had to remember, had to! One Friday Hetty discovered that he did.
They were in the darkroom together. There were two other kids in there with them, but Hetty felt the electric excitement of Willy's presence only. She stood there with him by the developing trays. Once her arm brushed his, but Willy pretended nothing had happened. She looked at her light tan skin, the blonde down that went with her complexion. Willy was so dark. Dusky smooth. How she ached to just touch his arm once.
Then the unbelievable happened. Classtime was over but there were some negatives yet to be rinsed and a trayful of prints setting up. In the glow of the red safety lamp Willy told the instructor that Hetty had agreed to stay late and clean everything up. Willy had shown the teacher before that he was responsible and the man handed him the key to the lab with instructions to lock up when everything was in order.
Hetty was breathless. The kid had taken a chance; she hadn't agreed to stay at all. But she could hardly keep her knees from caving in for the excitement of harboring their little secret. When the rest of the class was gone and the instructor popped in for a last check with Willy, Hetty stood by the red lamp on the wall, watching Willy.
He locked the door from the inside and smiled at her.
"I knew it was you," Hetty breathed. "I just knew."
"I was afraid you might raise hell if I talked to you or anything."
"Ohhhh, no!" she said, closing her eyes. "I ... I was glad I saw you again."
And then they were in each other's arms. Willy's hands were as eager as they had been that first time. Hetty pulled his T-shirt up so she could kiss his hairless, brown chest. Willy worked his fingers under the hem of her dress and stretched the crotch of her panties to the side so he could pet her honey-slick gash. Giving him her tongue, Hetty plunged her butt up and down against his touch. She was hot enough, anticipating enough that it wouldn't take her a minute to come. But she didn't want to go that fast. She wanted more than a finger-fuck.
"I want to fuck you, Hetty," Willy gasped, nibbling her small, pink ear.
"That sounds so nice. Hearing you say my name." She laughed against his neck. "You called me white girl that first time."
"Baby ... baby, you smell like heaven...." He was getting his cock out of his pants. In the shimmering red glow, Hetty could see the head expand as he pressed the hot shaft into her palm.
"I'd get pregnant if I let you stick it in me, Willy." She bent to brush the dusky knob with her lips. The glossy smear of her own spit there made a glow of pleasure spread across her belly.
"I got something...."
"No, Willy, not here."
Hetty couldn't resist stringing him out a little. She knew that she wanted to have her young cunt filled with black meat again. But she could pretend she was scared, couldn't she? Just pretending made her tremble and Willy caught her around the waist.
"Last time I just took what I wanted. You didn't fight me too hard."
Hetty laughed again. "I guess I didn't, did I?"
Willy kissed her. She liked the soft full feel of his lips. She liked the way it made her pussy run over with butter. Willy felt the new rush of juice on his fingers and worked deeper into her clasping tube.
"Ohhhhh, don't do that. It makes me so weak. I'm afraid I'll let you go too far!"
"Here, put this on for me," Willy growled, handing her a small foil packet. With trembling fingers, Hetty opened it and dug out the transparent doughnut of rubber. She knew roughly how the thing was to be used. Willy showed her how to roll it down over his bulging cock-head. It made her gasp with anticipation as she smoothed the membrane back over the veins and bumps.
"Is that the way?" she breathed. "Is that tight enough?"
"Yeah...."
"It won't leak, will it?"
"You wouldn't want a black baby, would ya?" The edge to his voice made Hetty stare angrily at him.
"If it was your baby, I wouldn't care if it was polka-dotted," she snapped. "But at sixteen I figure I'm a little young to be making babies."
"Sorry, baby. I guess I get that crap from my cousin Cal."
Hetty looked at the slender young cock that pulsed in her hand. They were standing close to the counter and since the floor was pretty dusty, she slid up onto it and peeled her dress off. Willy took her panties before she could drop them with her other clothes. He nuzzled and licked at the soppy silk crotch until Hetty thought he might come right there where he stood. She squeezed his rubber-sheathed cock.
"If Mr. Ruggles knew we were in here doing this kind of developing...."
Willy climbed up on the counter and worked his way between her parted knees. They avoided each other's eyes now and though Willy was acting cool, she knew he was as embarrassed as she was.
"Let me put it in," she sighed, parting her thighs a little more as he eased his body closer.
Willy grunted affirmatively and she guided the hot knob against her bulging pussy-petals. The softness squished with her juice as the tissues gave around the invading male prick. Willy's chest heaved and he licked his brown lips.
"It's even better than the first time," he managed to say.
Then his hips moved and Hetty threw her head back. The sensations of her cunt fitting around that hard, hot prick was lovely! She bobbed her ass up and down slowly, making the angle better, pulling his cock inside of her hungrily. It was a fight fit. And when his cock was really, really deep, Hetty could feel a pressure against her womb. Thank God that rubber was in place. She could just imagine all that potent fuck-cream fountaining into the mouth of her baby maker.
"What does it feel like?" she whispered. "I always wondered what it felt like for a boy?"
"Hot. Hot and slick." Willy took a deep breath. "I mean, you can't believe what it feels like unless you knew. It ... it. kinda grabs around you. All that slick, hot. pussy-flesh. And when you move your ass around ... yeah ... uhnnnn ... like that. When you move like that, it rubs me like the softest satin in the world!"
Hetty pumped her butt up and down, watching the expression on Willy's face change. She found a certain twist that really made him look knocked out. She did it again and Willy's eyes rolled back in his head.
"Ohhh, your cock's really hard! I love it so hard like that ... and me being so soft!"
"Yeah, Hetty. Ohhh, God, your skin is so white."
"And yours is so brown," she laughed, kissing his shoulder. "I love .the way we look together. Even under this weird red light."
They laughed and kissed slowly, Willy moving his prick-shaft easily inside her cunt. She wrapped her heels over his back and pulled his cock as deep as it could go. There was a little stretching pain way, way inside, but Hetty ignored it. Sooner or later Willy's cock would stretch her cunt to fit him.
He put his long fingers deep in her hair and kissed her mouth until it was dripping with their mingled spit. Hetty gasped into his mouth.
"Is it true that black guys really want to fuck white chicks?" she asked, surprised at how easy she felt with Willy when her pussy was jammed full of his cock.
"Naw, not necessarily so. But in this case, yeah."
"You mean, you don't really like me for me?"
"At first I didn't. Not until I saw you in class this year. Then I remembered this fairy-tale book I used to jack off to when I was younger. It had this white fairy princess in it and she looked just like you." He kissed Hetty's mouth again, tonguing and sucking her lips until she moaned and dug her hands into the flesh of his back.
"Ohhh, you're so hard, so hot, so wonderful!"
"We fit good, don't we?"
"God, yes," she gasped. "I want that cock all the time now. I'll have to have it every day ... at least once."
They laughed and kissed and fondled each other's bodies. Hetty could tell by the way Willy's cock had enlarged inside her cunt that he could come at any moment. The slender shaft was pounding like a bomb about to blow.
"Someday I want to watch that ... that stuff come out," she whispered.
"Why not now?"
"Could you ... do it again afterwards?" Hetty blushed. "I mean, could you do it again so I could have fun, too?"
"You want your cum and eat it, too."
"Noooo ... I don't want to eat it, silly."
But in her heart, Hetty felt curious about that, too. Before she could continue with this thought, Willy eased his cock out of her cunt and rolled over on the counter on his back.
"Take that damned thing off, baby. It's about to go! Uhnnnnn!"
Hetty stripped the rubber off and grasped the hot, throbbing cock in her hand. She jacked him slowly, moving the skin up against the flared tip and then down again. She watched Willy to know she was doing it right.
Yes, she was doing it right! His face was lined with pleasure. His breath came short and fast. And the muscles in his thighs and belly were rock-hard. Then a dewy, white droplet appeared at the tip of his cock. The droplet grew until it was too heavy to cling there any longer. She felt it slide down over her clasping fingers.
When Willy's balls really exploded, a feverish, almost frantic feeling jolted through Hetty. She found herself hysterically excited by the spectacle of male jizz fountaining into the air. She cupped her free hand and caught as much of the lovely stuff as she could. Then she was giggling like a maniac and smearing it over her face and neck and tits. In a few seconds she was glossy with the sticky stuff. Her clit bugled with itchy excitement. She knew that she'd worked herself to within an inch of coming ... and just by taking a cum-bath with Willy's potent sap.
"Ohhh, hurry!" she cried, clutching the base of his cock before the blood could leak back into his body. "Get it in me!"
"What about that baby you didn't want to make?"
"I don't care about anything now except having your cock in my pussy!"
And Hetty plunged the still firm head between the lips of her cunt and pumped her body down on the wonderful spear of cock-flesh. It was probably safe anyway. She could squirt a hot cock up inside her cunt later. She could do any of that, but now was the only time she could have a naked, brown cock in her horny cunt.
"Fuck me!" she cried, climbing up onto Willy. "Fuck me forever!"
As the feverish throes burst through her, Hetty Sue pointed her toes and squirmed like a seal. The itch exploded into tickling ecstasy as Willy dug his fingers into her ass and gave her his last few jets of foamy seed. And Hetty was happy. She was the happiest girl in the world.
