Chapter 2

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.

"Noooooo! Ohhhh, it's going ... going in! Ohhhhh, Phil, it's going inside!"

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...."