Chapter 1

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.