Chapter 5
Hilary was ecstatic. It was past nine and Wilma Ritter hadn't showed up yet. That left Phil to her and her alone. He was watching her now as she splashed by, doing her best butterfly.
"You're going too deep," he said, smiling, coming towards her as she hung from the splash gutter. "After you bring your arms back, don't let your head go down so far. It breaks your forward momentum."
Hilary treaded water as he came up. They bobbed there in the deep end, the waves making small sucking sounds under their arms. Phil pushed hair off his forehead. Hilary felt a certain glow from him. Like maybe he was beginning to notice her for a change. She prayed again that Wilma was sick, that she wouldn't show up suddenly and ruin everything.
"Don't you get tired of being coach all the time?" she asked.
"It's not so bad when I have a student like you," Phil said.
"I bet you said that to Wilma, too."
"No, Wilma doesn't have your natural ability."
Hilary looked around. The club was all theirs. When she glanced back at Phil, his eyes flashed, too. She decided to push things, to see how the handsome instructor would react to a real woman. Wasn't that supposed to be her image? She swallowed hard and tried to think of what a real woman, a liberated woman might do in similar circumstances.
"I get tired of swimming around in a bikini," she said suddenly. "Help me untie this thing, would ya?"
Phil didn't move at first. But she turned her back to him, dog-paddling to stay afloat. He kicked his feet as he undid the little tie in back. Hilary let the cups float away from her full tits. She had nothing to be ashamed of. They were some of the nicest tits in town. She let her body turn in the water.
Phil's eyes widened as the wavelets caressed the white tops of each full swell. She let her body ride higher in the water sc that a brown nipple peeked over the surface.
"Mmmmmm, that feels better."
Phil took her hand under the water. Down between his legs she thought she could see his trunks all bunched out in front but the moving surface distorted things too much for her to be sure.
"Is holding my hand a part of today's lesson?"
"I think it is," he breathed. His voice had gotten deeper, huskier. He was interested all right. Hilary let go of his hand and swam slowly away. He swam lazily after her. When they were in the deep part of the pool, she kicked her feet up and dove. Phil dove, too. She could see the blurry shape of him not far away. She frog-kicked all the way down to the ten-foot drain. The pressure of the water on her ears made them buzz. She let out some air to make her less buoyant and started undoing the bottom of her bikini.
It was a spur of the moment thing. She hadn't preplanned anything. But she felt so ... so crazy today! She knew that males desired her. Black males, white males ... Hilary sensed she had a power over them, a power she had not fully understood in the past. A girl's body had curves and bumps and hollows that did something to a male's mind. It was almost magical, this effect. She'd seen it in Phil's eyes when she'd let him see her naked tits. And Cal had gone through the same change when he'd glimpsed her ass under the sheer nylon of her nighty.
The bikini bottom came loose and she let it go. Slowly weaving back and forth, it floated to the surface. Phil paddled his hands to stay at her depth. Hilary felt drunk with excitement. She threw her legs wide and arched her back. As she floated upwards, she felt Phil's fingers tighten around one ankle. He drew her close to him. Her body trembled. Blurrily she saw that he was peeling his trunks. When his cock bobbed free in the water, she kicked free and swam underwater to the shallower end of the pool. She knelt on the bottom, watching Phil's naked body slip through the pool after her.
"If somebody saw you," she said when he surfaced, "you'd lose your job."
"No big deal," he said. His cock-tip bobbed out of the surface for a second, then submerged.
"I don't see how you can teach swimming with that thing in the way," Hilary teased. She was surprised at how daring she was. Phil's eyes were hot. He grabbed her wrist, put her palm to his mouth. The tickle of his tongue made Hilary feel weak.
"Maybe if you helped me, I could get rid of it."
Hilary blushed. Then she splashed away, Phil closer than ever. They swam to the deep end again. Phil grabbed her from behind and pulled her backwards. They were floating almost upside down, the light patterns from the surface flickering over their skin. Phil had her waist. He was pulling her down, down to him. Then he kick-turned and his head was between her thighs.
The excitement of being touched underwater made Hilary need air. She got her face to the surface and sucked in a huge lungful. But Phil was still holding on underneath her. She felt something hot touch the inside of her thigh. Phil's tongue. Then the coldness of the water on her pubes was gone and she felt his lips forcing back her outer labes.
"Nuuuhhhnnnn!" she gasped. How could he hold his breath so long? How could he....
"Ohhhhh, God!"
Now his tongue was dividing the inner pussy-petals, making quick jabs at her clit. He held her knees apart as he rooted in her cunt. His nose brushed into her slit. His tongue was going crazy and so was she. Now Hilary wondered if things weren't going along a little too quickly. She'd been out to get Phil interested all right, but he was really getting into it. She felt out of her depth and it didn't have anything to do with water.
To escape the subtle and exciting friction between her thighs, she kicked free and dove again. Phil surfaced for air and came after her. He was the stronger swimmer and overtook her in the deep part again. He grabbed her hand and put it against his cock. She could see the blurry shape but didn't want to act too free with him. But Phil pulled her body close against him and they kissed. She jacked his cock slowly and he kissed her harder yet.
Again Hilary got away from him and made it to the edge of the pool. She felt so heavy, so weak. She had just wiggled the upper part of her body up onto the slippery tiles when Phil broke surface behind her and grabbed her ankles. She was half in and half out of the water. Her belly was stretched over the splash gutter and she couldn't get hold of anything to pull her any farther out. Not with Phil holding her legs. He circled each of his arms around her thighs.
"Phil, let me go."
"Not yet."
And then he kissed her between the cheeks of her ass. The shock made Hilary dizzy. It was so unheard of, so ... vulgar that she didn't know what to say.
"Phil! God, what are you doing?"
"I'm kissing your pretty little asshole."
"Don't! Noooo! God, please don't!"
"It's clean. You've been swimming around in this chlorinated pool all morning, for Christ sake."
"Yes, but it ... it's wrong. I just don't...."
Phil licked her shitter again. He was doing it like he might lick an ice-cream cone. He wasn't poking inside or anything, just swathing her asshole with his hot tongue. And though she was still shocked, Hilary had to admit to herself that it was furiously exciting. Phil liked her that much.
She relaxed some, let her body flop against the wet tiles by the pool's edge as Phil continued to kiss her. He bit each plump cheek of her ass and nibbled his way to the small of her back and down again. By the time he was burrowing into the fur of her cunt-mound, she knew she was a seeping, steaming mess.
Hilary was only dimly aware of Phil getting his knees up into the splash gutter. Then she felt him leaning over her as her feet dangled in the water. Her big tits were flattened against the tiles, her body bent slightly where she lay half in, half out of the pool. Then Phil's weight dropped down on her and she felt the flared crown of his cock pressing against the silky inner lining of her slit.
"Ohhhhh, Phil, we shouldn't. Not here!"
"Hilary, I'm crazy for you."
"Nooo ... don't, Phil. I'm afraid."
Hilary dragged her fingers across the slippery tiles but found no hold. Phil was pushing up and in now. She felt her muscles dividing, felt the smooth insides of her cunt curving around the invading shaft. The itchy goodness was breath-taking as she felt her young box penetrated.
"Hilary ... Jesus, you're hot inside! So hot!"
Phil worked his hips, fucking her from behind. She let her head lay on the tiles. Phil kissed her ear and ate at her chin and the side of her mouth. Each jabbing movement of his body shoved that hot prick deeper into her cunt. Hilary pointed her toes out behind her and splashed. She could feel his cock going deep, really deep. She had her man. But did he like her?
"Oh, Phil, you do like me, don't you? You won't think I'm wrong afterwards?"
"Baby, you're wonderful."
He ground his hips around, making his fleshy barb poke at the dainty walls of her cunt. She groaned and ground her butt, too. Her plump ass was curved up into the hollow of his belly. He was trying to get his hands under her chest to touch her tits, and Hilary pushed up enough to let him. When he thumbed her nipples, she quivered and began to pant.
"You're all woman, Hilary. You're beautiful."
The words sent lovely chills through her body. She wanted him to love her someday. She felt his teeth cutting gently against her shoulder, felt him driving powerfully into her soft twat.
"Is it good for you, darling?" she gasped. "God damn, you're so tight. Like a virgin."
"Is this better?" she moaned, making her cunt muscles close down on his prick. She held her pussy like that as she squirmed her hips furiously. Phil sounded like he was having some kind of attack.
"Hilary ... God ... yessss!"
"And like this?" she cried, bucking, twisting, wiggling until she thought she wouldn't be able to wiggle another second. Phil fucked like he wanted to imbed his swollen cock inside her cunt and leave it there forever.
"Better ... pull ... out...." Phil grunted.
Hilary knew he didn't want to knock her up. But she was pretty sure of her menstrual cycle, too. Unless she was very unlucky, this would be a safe day. And she wanted so much to please Phil this first time.
"It's all right, darling," she gasped, feeling as if she couldn't quite catch her own hot tickle. She was excited, but the friction wasn't quite right to bring her off.
"Hilary ... you sure?"
"Yes, Phil. Come inside, honey! Ohhh, come inside me!"
And Phil came inside. She felt the powerful spurts of jizz washing her pussy warmly. She twisted her ass around with frantic passion as he jetted. She wanted to milk his balls good, make it a fuck he'd never ever forget. Phil bit and kissed and licked her shoulders and the nape of her neck.
Maybe next time he'd want to fuck her from the front. She liked it better that way, liked to have her clit rubbed by the base of a male cock. Like Cal's cock had rubbed her. She'd sure come hard that time and she was positive it had to do with position.
Phil was going crazy against her soft ass-cheeks. His body slapped them every time he jabbed deep. And her tightened cunt-hole was stripping the hot cream from his cock, milking it into her depths where she hoped it would melt and become a part of her. Ohh, she loved him so much. He had to love her back. Had to!
"Oh, no," Phil moaned suddenly.
Hilary heard the footsteps then, looked up to see the narrow, feminine ankles of Wilma Ritter. Phil shoved himself backwards into the pool. Hilary saw his glossy cock go under, saw the white strings float away from it as Phil submerged.
"So what have you two been doing?" Wilma hissed. "Oh, I feel sick to my stomach, really sick!"
"Wilma...." But Hilary had no words to express her embarrassment. What could she say to the girl who'd been making a play for Phil, too?
"You must think you're the only one he fools around with," Wilma snapped. Hilary wiggled back into the water. Behind her Phil broke the surface for a second but dove again. She knew he must be looking for his trunks.
"It just happened," Hilary said, dog-paddling towards the top to her bikini.
"Just like it happened to me the other day in the shower room," Wilma said.
She tossed her dark hair angrily and put her hands on her pretty hips. Hilary tied the skimpy top in front and twisted the cups around until she could get her big tits in them. Then she swam to where the other half floated by a ladder. Wilma circled the pool, talking all the while.
"See, that sonofabitch won't even come up for air. He knows what I'm gonna be telling you. That last Wednesday he ate my pussy-" A sob choked Wilma-"and fucked me."
Hilary didn't believe it. She'd boosted Hetty Sue up to that window. Yes, on Wednesday! Hetty swore she hadn't seen a thing. Out in the middle of the pool, Phil surfaced, looked briefly at both girls, and paddled for the ladder.
"You ... you dirty bastard!" Wilma screamed, heading around the edge of the pool towards him. "You lousy sonofabitch!"
"Look, Wilma, could I speak with you alone?"
Phil was climbing up the ladder when Wilma got to him. Hilary saw the leggy girl's foot jerk out. There was a wet thud and Phil fell backwards into the water again. Hilary got into her bikini bottom and boosted herself over the edge. But Wilma hurried around the pool again and caught her by the hair before she could get to her feet.
"I hope you both drown!" the pretty brunette shrieked, shoving Hilary into the pool again. She hit Phil as he was coming to the surface and they both went down in a mass of bubbles and sliding flesh. Their heads broke surface together. Wilma Ritter was at the gate to the pool. She fished a key from her swim suit and threw it at Phil.
"Wait till I tell my father what you've been doing over here every morning," the girl cried, shoulders shaking with sobs. "I'll tell him you tried to seduce me!"
"Wilma, you've got to calm down, baby," Phil called, but she was already stalking out of the gate.
"Guess we messed up," Hilary said.
Phil got out of the pool and helped her out, too. He seemed cold, distant. She put an arm around his waist.
"I hope you won't get in trouble."
He shrugged and unhooked her hand. "I got some thinking to do. I'll see ya later."
"But Phil honey...." She looked at his muscled back as he walked towards the showers. She felt like she'd been left hanging at the edge of a cliff. How could he treat her like that after ... after....
"Phil! You didn't let me tell you...." He stopped and waited for her to run up beside him. She took his hand and squeezed it between both of hers.
"Hurry up," he said. "I've got some pretty heavy hassles ahead of me."
"My folks are going out of town for a week. We could ... you could...." She blushed slightly. "Well, you could come over. I'll fix you supper and everything."
"Sounds great," he said, voice flat. "Maybe later if I get this mess straightened out." He shook himself free of her grasp and disappeared into the showers. Hilary thought she might cry.
"Big girls don't cry," she whimpered, remembering the title to the golden oldie a local disc jockey had played recently. She got her towel and headed for home.
The morning her folks left for their week's vacation, Hilary was in a terrible state. She hadn't heard from Phil since the incident at the pool. Not so much as a phone call. But she'd heard through the grapevine that he was no longer instructing swimming classes at the Cloverleaf Club. There'd been no big splash as she'd feared. But the crap had hit the fan somewhere along the line, she was certain. Wilma Ritter's daddy had a lot of influence in town. Whatever Wilma had said to him had gotten the job done. If Mr. Ritter so much as suspected a swim instructor was making a pass at his daughter, that would've been enough.
No one had seen Phil. Hilary guessed he was staying out of sight until the heat blew over. But why didn't he come see her? He'd be welcome and he knew it. And they'd have the whole place to themselves. Even Cal was gone, his jobs finished.
Hilary was making herself a glass of lemonade when the back-door buzzer made her jump. It had to be Phil. He would sneak up the alley and into her yard so no one would notice. She was wearing only a cowboy shirt and a pair of panties and she was glad. She padded quickly to the door and looked out. Before she could lock the screen, Cal Carter yanked it open and pushed inside.
"Hey, baby, what's happenin'?"
"You're not supposed to be working this week," Hilary said, voice trembling. "My dad said so."
"Does a white man think he can get rid of the nigger just because he tells him to go on home?"
Cal smiled his white, perfect teeth at her. She was walking backwards as he came at her. Her ass bumped the corner of the counter. The touch against her bare thighs reminded Hilary of the half-dressed state she was in.
"Cal, you'd better leave. I want you to leave. Now, Cal. Right now."
She didn't want to stop talking for fear she'd lose her voice completely. But Cal Carter wasn't paying any attention to her warning. He pulled something from his pocket. It jingled. A chrome chain like the kind people used on dogs. It had a slip ring that would tighten the loop when pulled. Cal slipped the choke chain over her head. It was cold on her neck as he worked it under her hair.
"I liked that little slave game we played the other day."
"You were playing it," Hilary murmured, "not me."
"Slave ain't supposed to want to play. That's the whole idea."
Cal attached a leather leash to the choke chain. He led Hilary through the house to the stairs. She stopped there, legs shaking.
"What are you going to make me do?" she whispered.
"Come along, slave," Cal laughed, pulling her up the stairs.
They went into her parents' bedroom. Cal pulled off his clothes quickly and sat in the big leather chair her dad relaxed in after a hard day at the office. The color of his skin was almost the same tone as the leather. He pulled her closer, using the chain gently but firmly. His cock looked enormous. She realized that she'd shoved her experience with him to the back of her mind. She could hardly believe that he had actually fitted that big cock up inside her cunt. It was lots bigger than Phil's prick.
"Get on to it," Cal said, winding the chain around and around his fingers, pulling her mouth closer to his crotch.
"Ohhh, I can't. I just can't do it."
"Baby, you sure as shit will do it."
"Cal, don't make me. I ... I...."
Her lips brushed the dusky knob. It was shaped much like Phil's cock-head but fatter, darker. It was even hotter. She tried to twist her head to the side but Cal made the choke chain cut off her breathing for a few seconds and she pressed her closed lips against the very tip of his shaft.
"I'm gonna make you like it," he said.
"Never!" she said back.
Cal passed the leash down between her legs and up over her back. Now he could use the choke chain and tighten the smooth leather up into her gash. Already the thing was slipping deep into her glossy crack. He tested his control and made the leash rub her clit back and slowly forward.
"Nhhhhhhoooohh!" Hilary groaned.
She didn't want to feel the subtle friction. She tried to block it from her mind. But it was too good. Cal rubbed her neck and face, searching with his fingers until he found that sensitive spot under her ear. Then he pressed and made her open her jaw. The brown barb of cock-flesh slipped into her mouth with a wet sound. Gasping, trying to keep it from going deep, Hilary shoved at the prick-head with her tongue. Cal stiffened and let out a shuddering breath. Then he started working the leash back and forth, back and forth. Her pussy-butter drenched the rubbing strap. And as it grew slicker, the friction against her tenderest folds was excruciatingly exciting.
Hilary felt Cal pushing her blonde hair back from her face. And when he did she caught a glimpse of herself in the big floor-to-ceiling mirror near her mother's closet. The reflection shocked her breathless. There she was, her long and shapely legs, her slender body and big tits. She was on her knees on the rug, her hands against Cal's parted thighs to support herself. He was slumped deeply into the leather chair, knees thrown wide, head lolling to one side as her check bulged with the head of his cock!
Yet after the initial shame had passed, Hilary felt her body respond to this strange picture of herself. Her own spit made the shaft of the brown prick shiny when she bobbed her head up. When she was forced back down by Cal's yank on the choke chain, her throat bulged to make room for that swollen tip. It was all she could do to keep from gagging. And she found it hard not to keep sneaking glances at that mirror!
"Use your hands, baby," Cal moaned.
Hilary knew she was helpless to do anything but obey. She might make a fuss, but in the end it would be useless. Maybe if she cooperated some, Cal would ease up on his demands. She gently cupped his hairy balls in her fingers and started to massage them, slide them around.
Cal liked it. His cock hardened even more in her mouth. But the tip was still spongy. She'd never felt a texture quite like that in her whole life. She poked the point of her tongue into the heated knob to see Cal's reaction. Almost anything she did to it made him shiver and groan and take quick breaths.
"Yeah, that's the way. You got it good now," Cal said.
If she had it good, it was because Cal had pulled the choke chain down hard and made her take the bulging crown into her throat. Her stomach bucked as she fought to suppress her gagging reflex. Her throat closed around the slippery cock-tip, clasping it, trying to expel it.
"Ghhhaaaa!"
"Jesus!"
Feeling his grip relax on the choke chain, Hilary jerked her mouth free from the throbbing, swelling cock.
"That ain't gonna do you no good," Cal said.
He was still smiling and Hilary felt relief. She didn't think she could stand to have him come in her mouth, but she didn't want to make him mad, either. Not too mad anyway.
"Please don't make me do this."
"Oh, you're gonna do it all right," he laughed, pulling her back down.
Her lips dripped spit onto the head of his cock again. She gave a whimper of defeat and let him ease the bulging knob inside her mouth again. This time it seemed hotter than ever, bigger than ever.
"While you suck nice and slow, I'll tell you something about myself. I'm not normal, baby. What I mean is, I don't come like most men. I come more, you know what I mean?"
Hilary looked up at him, her mouth too full of cock to answer. A wet sucking sound crackled from her nostrils as she slowly licked the smooth surface of his knob. If only it didn't have such an effect on her. That feeling of a cock in the trough of her tongue. The knowledge that she was giving the most intimate experience to a male she hardly knew. Yes, she was getting excited. Though a part of her wanted to deny everything that was happening, she was getting hot. Her pussy dripped juice down the inside of her thigh and she longed to rub her cunt against something, anything.
"I come quarts when I pop," Cal went on. "Of course that is a slight exaggeration, but I mean to say that when it starts, you're gonna have a mouthful, not a spoonful."
"Mmmmmmmnnnhhooo!"
"Oh yeah, blondie. I ain't just saying all this."
Cal's face changed as her tongue swathed his cock again and again. She had to suck on that thing. It was like putting a lollipop in a child's mouth and telling him not to move a muscle. The way her tongue curved under the lobes and shaft of Cal's brown prick seemed as if nature had planned it that way. But that couldn't be right, could it? It wasn't really natural for a girl to have a man's cock in her mouth, was it?
And what was this maniac doing now? He was giving the leash quick, rhythmic jerks that caused tiny explosions to burst at the mouth of her pussy. She started to moan, swept along by the turbulent thrills that shivered over her skin.
Cal had started wriggling around in the big leather chair, pumping his ass up and down, groaning. Hilary breathed through her nose. The crown of Cal's cock had grown so huge that it was hard to fit her teeth around it without biting him. She didn't want to bite him. And when she teased that heated know with her tongue, it felt so firm, so packed with blood!
She knew that in a few seconds Cal would come. She tested the tautness of the choke chain and found he was holding it with both hands in case she tried to jerk away at the last minute. His words came back to her. He was different, he'd bragged. But was it just bragging or was there some truth to it? By the size of his balls, she could believe it. And inside his man's body there were other reservoirs. How much cum would Cal spurt into her mouth?
She felt a sudden panic. Forgetting how tightly Cal held her in his power, Hilary bolted from between his legs. The chain went tight around her neck. Cal jerked back but she'd managed to twist her face, managed to get that huge, choking prick out of her mouth.
"Bitch!"
He went at her neck with both hands. She floundered backwards, knees working against the rug. She couldn't get to her feet because of the rubbing leather leash and the force of Cal's hands on her throat. He was on his feet and she was still on her knees when he cornered her against the bed and the wall.
"Nooooo!"
"Eat my cock," he growled.
As it came near her lips again, Hilary saw a white bubble at the tip. Underneath the shaft she could see the tube swelling with its load of cum. And then a hot jet spattered slick droplets of cum across her face and neck. With a lunge, Cal forced the throbbing cock-head between her teeth. Two seconds passed and a furious flood of his seed puddled in the trough of her tongue and leaked down her throat.
It came so fast that Hilary couldn't even think of escape. She had to concentrate on swallowing. A white froth leaked from the corners of her mouth and she felt jism exploding up into her nasal passage. She jerked and struggled, but Cal had her head in his hands as he worked his cock in and out of her mouth. He was fucking her head! Her throat convulsed as she gagged. Sticky strings of fuck-cream oozed into her stomach. And there was always more, much more than the fabled teaspoon. Would it ever stop spurting?
"Yeah, do it, baby! Suck it now! Harder! Jesus fucking Christ!"
"Huuuunnnnn!"
Again Cal's grip on her weakened as he was overcome with the tickling explosion at the end of his big cock. Hilary lurched away and crawled on her hands and knees, the leather leash still deep between her cunt-lips. She heard Cal's footsteps coming after her. Then the hot splat of jizz against her skin. He kicked her over onto her back and stood above her. His cock was huge and the strings of cum leaked down upon her belly and tits as Cal tried to smile through his agony of pleasure.
It was later when she heard him coming again. He opened the door to the bedroom. She was naked on the bed, the cum smears dry and cracking on the skin of her belly. She was tied to the bedposts. It hadn't been hard for him to do it. Hilary had been crying with fear after her experience and Cal had wound the clothesline around her ankles and wrists and made her his captive nymph. She'd been in a kind of daze, a trance of blurry non-reality. As if she didn't want to face what was happening. But now she had to face it. Her abductor was standing at the side of the bed.
"I've been out shopping," he said, touching her belly. "
She sucked in a breath, turned her head away. But when she heard him undressing, she had to look. He held a shiny vibrator in his right hand, the kind some women used on their faces. At least that was the way they were demonstrated in department stores. Hilary had wondered what a woman might really do with one. Then Cal reached into the paper sack he had and showed her another vibrator, only smaller than the first.
"I got one for every hole in your body," he laughed.
"You're crazy."
"Yeah. A little." He ran a brown finger down between her tits, down her belly until it squished into the dampness of her slit. "But you, you're my slave, white girl."
Off in another room the phone rang. Cal jerked, then relaxed again.
"I guess I'll have to let you answer it next time. Just so nobody will get any ideas that you're being held against your will."
"What makes you think I won't scream for help?"
"Oh, you won't. I'm going to make sure of that."
Cal turned on one of the vibrators and held it against her nipple. Hilary arched her back from the sudden tingle that made her skin flush. It was so hard to think when he was messing with her, tickling her. But she had to try. She had to think of a way to get out of the house. Had to ... had to....