Chapter 3

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.