Chapter 4

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.

"Yeeeessssss!"

"What you want?"

"Want ... fuck ... fuck me ... yessss, more, more, more!"

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!"