Chapter 9
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.