Chapter 6

When Hetty got in the tub the next morning, all she could think of was how it had felt to have Buddy fucking her the night before. As hard as she tried to think of something else, his image came to haunt her. She felt everything. The lap of the water against her small, firm tits when she rested deeper in the bubbles. The burn of the delicate tissues between her thighs where he had rubbed her so hard. After a moment of anguished guilt, she soaped her fingers and finger-fucked herself furiously. She came, but still felt unfulfilled afterwards. That's when she tried to call Hilary.

When no one answered, she thought of going on over to the big house on Elm Street. Hilary was famous for staying in bed half the morning. The only thing that could get her moving was the promise of seeing Phil, the swim instructor.

"Maybe that's where she is," Hetty whispered as she dried her back. It wasn't the day for her lesson, but knowing Hilary, she might've gone to put a little more pressure on Phil. Or even to watch and see that Wilma didn't make any more inroads.

Hetty shook her head as she thought about her best friend. Sure, Phil was nice-looking. But a girl could only take it so far. If he didn't show any interest, Hilary might just as well look elsewhere for a boy friend. Hetty Sue dressed quickly and went to the kitchen to drink a glass of orange juice. She was in too much of a hurry to take time to eat. She had to ask Hilary about some things. Like the way she couldn't seem to get Buddy out of her mind. Was it love? She smiled, felt a blush coming on.

"Hey, Sis," Mona called from her bedroom. "Buddy left something for you on the table."

Hetty almost cut herself getting the envelope open. She tossed the knife down and unfolded the paper inside. A twenty-dollar bill fluttered out and swayed down to the floor. She looked at the single word for a long time before wadding the note and flinging it away.

"Thanks...." She choked on a sob. "He said thanks and ... and this!"

She picked up the twenty. She was about to tear it into little pieces when Mona came up behind her and snatched it away. Mona's hair looked like hell and her face was puffy from the night's revels. Her terry robe hung open enough so that Hetty could see the hickeys on her tits and neck.

"Don't knock it, sweetie," Mona said. "This stuff pays bills."

"But I'm not a damned ... whore!"

Hetty wished she hadn't said it before the words left her lips. Mona blinked and for a second she looked like she might get mad. Then she smiled and folded the twenty neatly and put it in the middle of a book.

"All of us have a little whore in our hearts. Every chick that walks down the aisle is getting paid off for her fucking and sucking and whatever the hell else she does for her hubby."

"That can't be true." Hetty's chest heaved. She felt like bawling. Mona shrugged and pulled a brush through the tangles of her dark hair.

"Buddy must've dug you pretty good last night. I've never tried to get you in on my little games, but now that you've had a taste, it really isn't so bad, is it?"

Hetty wondered what Mona meant by "taste". She felt wicked, worse than wicked. She felt dirty and cheap and a lot of other vile things she couldn't name.

"I gotta go."

"I'll save your twenty for you when you decide you want it."

"I don't ever want it ... ever!" Hetty cried.

"Oh, you'll change your mind," Mona laughed. "You'll change."

Hetty jogged halfway to the Cloverleaf Swimming Club. She talked to herself as she ran, asking questions but not finding the answers. The gate was open when she got to the pool. There was a new guy on the lifeguard stand, somebody she hadn't seen before. A half-dozen kids splashed in the shallow water and a middle-aged woman paddled clumsily across the deep end. Then Hetty saw Wilma Ritter stretched in the sun on a towel. She told the boy at the booth that she just wanted to talk to Wilma for a second, and he let her go in without paying. Wilma sat up on her elbows when she saw her coming.

"You haven't seen Hilary by any chance?"

"What do I care about her?" Wilma snapped.

Hetty swallowed her anger and glanced at the new lifeguard. "Isn't Phil working here any more?"

"Haven't you heard?" Wilma said, "Phil was caught in the act...."

"What act?"

"My parents don't allow me to use those kinds of words." Wilma picked up a pocket mirror and checked her hair and eye-shadow. She looked to Hetty as if she never intended to swim a stroke in her life. "Let's just say they were here at the pool ... together ... without any clothes on." Wilma smiled up at Hetty. "And somebody caught them."

Hetty swallowed and took a slow breath. "Oh. I didn't know...."

"My father is on the municipal board, of course," Wilma went on. "He got rid of Phil so fast the bastard didn't know what hit him!" Wilma tried to cover her venomous outburst, but Hetty saw her breathing through clenched teeth.

"It wasn't you who saw them ... naked ... was it?"

Wilma lay back down on the towel. "What does it matter who saw them? They were-"

"They were fucking, weren't they?" Hetty was proud of herself for finally saying it. "It's a pretty natural thing between two young people."

Wilma's face had gotten very red and it wasn't from the sun. "I wish you'd leave me alone," she said, "I'm trying to get some sun."

Hetty headed for Hilary's house next. She had to stop twice during the walk to lean against a tree and try to get control of her racing emotions. The steady rub of her pussy against itself made her think of sex, and sex made her think of Buddy. But at last she was on Elm crossing the big lawn of the Thompson house. She leaned on the doorbell, heard it chiming inside.

"That's funny. Where would Hilary be?"

She tried the back door, too, but couldn't hear anybody stirring inside. Maybe Phil would know where Hilary was. Hetty thrilled to think of them intertwined on the grass by the swimming pool. So Hilary had slipped in ahead of Wilma after all! But she'd lost Phil's job for him in the process.

Hetty took a bus to the part of town where Phil lived. She'd heard from Hilary once that he had an apartment in the Brussel Arms, an older building where the rents were cheaper. She found the place and scanned the downstairs mailboxes for his name. She paused at his door on the second floor, then knocked lightly. Phil was shirtless, wearing a pair of jeans.

"Hi, I don't know if you remember me...."

"Hilary's friend, right?"

"Right."

He motioned her in and opened a can of beer. She was too nervous to refuse it and Phil got one for himself, too. She told him she'd heard about what had happened, but didn't mention any details.

"I was looking for a job when I found that one," he laughed. "Ii pissed me off at first but I don't give a damn about it now."

"Actually I just stopped by to see if Hilary might be here. I can't locate her anywhere."

"What would she be doing here?" Phil asked.

Hetty shrugged and let it drop. Phil was certainly acting funny. His eyes never left her for a moment. And sometimes she turned to catch him looking at her ass. She tugged at her jeans. They were a little small for her and kept working up into the crack of her ass.

"You wanta smoke some grass?" Phil said. The words made Hetty go stiff. Finally she had the presence of mind to shake her head no. "Well, have some cookies anyway."

Phil held out a tray. Not wanting to be impolite, Hetty took two. They tasted a little funny for chocolate chip but she ate them and took another when Phil offered the tray again.

He sat there rubbing his chest and watching her. Hetty thought he was smiling a little. A mischievous look for sure. She put the last piece of cookie into her mouth and dusted her hands.

"Well, I guess I should go look for Hilary."

"Don't hurry off. I'll put on a record."

Harry felt uncomfortable being there with the guy Hilary had claims on. Even if he didn't seem to care much one way or the other. She would listen to a song or two and then make an excuse to leave.

"More cookies?" Phil asked, holding the tray in front of her face. "Come on, I can't eat them up myself."

"Well ... okay."

Hetty Sue took two more and chewed slowly. The room seemed different than it had before. Was the light changing or was it her eyes? She watched Phil open another beer and suck the foam from the top of the can.

"You're a lot prettier than I remember," he said, sitting down on the couch beside her.

"We only met once," she said, fending off his compliment. She sure didn't want to act like she encouraged any attention. But she was excited by his presence there so close. He wasn't touching her but she could feel the warmth from his fingers as they dangled over her shoulder. So funny ... she feit so funny. Suddenly Hetty was laughing.

"I don't know what's come over me," she giggled.

"God, you're beautiful. I never noticed before."

Phil's fingers brushed her neck and a thrill that seemed a hundred times normal made the juice flood from between Hetty's cunt-lips. She found herself breathing hard, almost panting.

"I got to go...."

Phil slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her against him. "No. Stay here."

"I'm dizzy. I feel like I'm floating...."

Phil was kissing the side of her neck. So close to her ear. So close. Then his teeth caught the lobe and his tongue teased into the dainty orifice.

"Ohhhhhh, God!"

"You smell like strawberries."

His tongue went deeper. Hetty wanted to pull away but the wet tickle was devastating to her will power.

"Phil, I shouldn't do this. You ... you're really Hilary's guy."

"I told you I didn't care how that went."

"But ... Ohhhhhh, please don't! Uhnnnnn!"

Phil had slipped a hand under her shirt and cupped it gently around one of her tits. The touch of her hard little nipple against his palm made her breathless. He rubbed it and squeezed the firm orb deeply with his fingers. Her back arched and she let her head fall back. Then Phil was feasting tenderly on her neck. He started licking her like a cat might. The buzzy, strange feeling in her head intensified. She was high! At last she realized she was high. Something in the cookies ... something....

"Phil, don't unbutton my pants. I don't want you to."

"Like hell you don't. You're panting like crazy."

"But ... noooooo!"

Phil had already got the front of her jeans open. He was gently petting the skimpy nylon of her bikini panties. Some of her blondish curls poked out over the elastic waistband. Phil petted them, too, then started working his fingers under the sheer material. Hetty groaned and caught at his wrist. But her fingers were shaking; they felt so weak. He pushed under her cunt-mound easily and curled his middle finger up between the labes. She felt them come open and heard the little smack as her twat-folds were gouged at.

"I'm shivering all over. I never felt like this!"

And it was true. Even Buddy hadn't made her feel like this. She clawed weakly at Phil's arm, trying to make him stop. But his finger worked at the edge of her cunt-hole now, teasing, slipping deeper. Her ass quivered as she worked her hips against his plunging tickle.

When his lips brushed hers, she whimpered and opened her mouth to him. He sucked her tongue like he hadn't eaten in months. She ground her teeth against his lips and dug her fingers into the nape of his neck. She wanted to fuck him! God, she hadn't realized how bad she really wanted to fuck him.

She pushed him over on his back on the bed. There was a glint of surprise in Phil's face as he let her climb up over his chest. She tore off her shirt and worked her jeans down quickly. Then she was digging at Phil's pants.

"Hetty, baby, you're something else."

"Don't talk. Don't say anything," she gasped, toe shy to meet his eyes.

It was so odd how the force of her hunger was working inside her and yet she felt embarrassed about it, too. But she was trembling now with the need for the lovely male under her. She tossed Phil's jeans on the floor and peeled his underwear down slowly, as if she could hardly stand to see his cock.

"Ohhh!" she cried as it popped free of his constricting underwear.

His prick bobbed a few inches from his stomach. She tossed his skivvies away and touched the hot shaft very tenderly. It was Phil's turn to moan. The flesh of his rod felt like velvet. Slowly, very slowly, Hetty jacked the skin forward and back. The flared crown swelled with blood and darkened. She worked the skin faster, her nostrils flared with excitement. Phil spread his thighs some and writhed on the bed.

"Ohhhh, God, it's beautiful!"

The words from her own mouth surprised her. She'd never said anything like that before. She hadn't even thought about whether a cock was pretty or not. What had been in those cookies anyway? Maybe grass ... as if it mattered. She felt transfixed by the shape and heft of Phil's cock. She ran her fingernails down the underside until she got to his balls. Then she picked each one up and worked it around in its slick sac.

"Baby ... Hetty ... Jesus Christ, I didn't know you were-"

"That I was capable of getting excited?" she finished for him. "That I might want to fuck a man or even be on top like this?" She felt terribly daring. The shyness was still so much a part of her that she couldn't meet Phil's surprised gaze. But she knew what she wanted and was going to get it.

To prove it even more, she steadied his cock and licked up its length. Then she did it again, but slower. Phil went half-crazy. She did it a third time, but let her tongue linger on the flared, purple barb until he was twisting and wiggling. After what Buddy had forced her to do, this seemed like child's play. She pushed Phil's legs apart even wider and held his shaft still while she swathed the bulging knob with her lips and tongue. Once she even made a soft O with her mouth and let the circle slip around that sensitive ridge. When Phil bucked frantically with his hips, she turned her head away.

"Please, baby!"

"How bad do you want me to?"

"Awful bad! Jesus!"

"Like this?"

She licked the two lobes on the underside of his cock-tip and then eased her mouth down over his rod quickly. She let his shaft slide along the trough of her tongue until her throat was full of cock. When she felt her first gag begin, she snatched her mouth away.

Phil was stiff as a board and shivering. With a gasp he found his voice and begged for her to do it again. But Hetty had his prick good and sloppy now. As big as it was, she knew it would fit inside her. And her pussy! It was throbbing. Small convulsions caused the walls of her tube to contract and then expand again. Her clit bulged with blood and had poked its tiny head out of the folds that surrounded it and at most times hid it from sight.

Hetty Sue ran a hand under her panties and gouged up the length of her parted slit. A flood of juice wet her skin and dripped into the panty silk. She worked her way up Phil's body and, straddling his cock, began to ease herself backwards.

"Ohhhh. Ohhhh, God, I can't wait!"

She was panting harder than ever. She hadn't even bothered to take time to remove her panties. It didn't matter. She stretched the silken crotchband to one side and guided the fevered cock-head against her juicy crack. With a hot squish, the barb penetrated the ring of muscles that were convulsing at the opening of her pussy.

"Baby! Baby!" Phil grunted as her strong young cunt muscles tightened behind his cock-tip.

He reached up for Hetty as if to pull her down on him. But she kept her arms stiff. She wanted to experience what it was like to have a male in that position. She had better control of her hips this way, too. She twisted and rocked her body, letting the velvety shaft slide deeper and deeper and deeper into her cunt.

"Is it hot inside me?" she breathed, tilting her pelvis one way and then the other.

"Yeah ... good and hot!"

A sudden lust burned through Hetty. She grabbed Phil's wrists and pinned them up beside his head.

"Pretend I'm raping you!" she growled. "No, don't open your eyes. Don't look at me." The shyness still controlled her. She had to concentrate to keep her mind fooled. To pretend that she was forcing her will on a man!

"Hetty baby, I'll do whatever you want."

"No, you can't help it! I'm on top. I'm stronger. You can't get away!" Saying the words thrilled her unbelievably. Her pussy flooded hot butter and her nipples burned as she worked her ass around in feverish circles, felt Phil's cock slide all the way to the mouth of her womb.

"God ... god damn," Phil moaned, letting his head fall to one side.

Hetty dropped her body down over him then and bit his neck hard as she pumped her trim, soft ass up and down between his spread thighs. She was fucking him like a man might do her! And the slick, slurpy slide of his prick in her cunt was excruciatingly good.

"Wrap your heels around my body," she gasped. When Phil obeyed, she felt a new power. She rammed her cunt down on his prick-shaft and let her teeth cut into his shoulder. The change that had come over her wasn't easy to understand. She didn't want to understand it. She just wanted to experience it.

"I've got you. You can't get away!" She rolled her butt furiously, feeling the flared barb gouging her soft insides, feeling it stretch the tiny pinched opening at the end of her cunt.

"Hetty! I can't take too much more of that without coming all over hell!"

Hetty let her head rest on Phil's chest. She stopped all movement. She inhaled deeply to get her breath again. It was nice to feel his body so warm and hard under hers. Then after a few minutes had passed, she tenderly kissed him, found a small male nipple to feast on.

Hetty only pressed her slickened lips against it at first. She knew her mouth was wet and slippery and hot against Phil's chest. Did he like that sensation? Yes, by his groans, he liked it. He was even trying to get his hands loose, but she dug her nails into his flesh and growled to warn him. Then she took a look at his nipple. It was glossy with her spit and the blood had rushed to the surrounding flesh. The self-knowledge that she'd just been sucking on it excited her. She'd never sucked on anything on a male body before except when she'd been forced to do so. But now she felt the fever. She wanted Phil, wanted him in an aggressive way. She dropped her mouth against his nipple again and sucked it savagely. Phil cried out and writhed under her but she held his wrists down hard and pulled the nipple flesh deeply between her teeth. She knew that if she kept on, it would make a hickey there on his chest. But she wanted to do that, wanted to leave her mark.

"Hetty ... god damn!" Phil jerked a hand free and pushed her head away. She grabbed the wrist again and made him surrender, made him play the game.

"Sorry, I got carried away." She looked at the raw place where she'd attacked him. Inside a shiver of excitement made her lick her chops. Gingerly she lifted her pussy higher, slid it up his cock. Then she eased her velvet-smooth tube down over his rod again. Their bodies fit together very tightly and yet it was easy to fuck his cock by moving herself. The tension caused when she lifted her ass up and pushed it down again was new to her. Hetty liked the things it did. It made her more aware of what was happening. She could feel that sharp, hard tool as it pushed deep. She was doing the pushing and could feel every inch penetrating, stretching, fucking.

"Hetty, I can't believe you. I mean, you're pretty damned shy but-!"

Hetty covered his mouth with hers to quiet him. Her tongue flicked at his lips and then plunged between his teeth. Phil grunted and sucked at it hard. The lovely sensations made Hetty's pussy tickle with hot fires. She began to work her hips faster. The breath panted from her mouth as she held her lips teasingly above Phil again and then I gave him her tongue again.

"I want you, I want you," she babbled, rubbing her small, hard tits against his chest.

He clutched his heels behind her, dug at her butt with them while she fucked faster. The tickle had built into a full-fledged storm of itchy madness. The rub of his cock against her pussy was making her lose control. The hilt of Phil's cock rubbed her clit but she couldn't seem to rub it quite enough.

"Ohhh. Ohhhhh, it feels go good! I can't stand it!" She squirmed her hips in furious circles, plunging, fucking, humping her back sharply only to arch it again.

"Yeah, baby, that's it! I'm gonna go any second. Ohhh, God, Hetty baby!"

"Don't go, Phil. Don't. Don't! Wait just a few more seconds!"

"Don't want to knock you up...."

Hetty made a quick mental calculation. She decided to chance it. "It's okay, darling. It's safe for me right now."

It was all Phil needed. He pulled his hands free from Hetty's grip easily and rolled her over on the bed. She gave a squeal of surprise as she felt her own wrists being pinned. With powerful lunges, Phil began to fuck her! She let the waves of ecstasy sweep over her flesh. It was her turn to surrender, her turn to clench her willowy legs around his strong body. She scissored him tightly as he stabbed and rooted in her slippery cunt-hole.

"Coming, honey! I'm coming!" she whimpered as the stunning convulsions made her body lurch under his hard fucking. She drooled and babbled and couldn't get her breath. Her eyes went out of focus and she had to sink her teeth into his shoulder to keep from losing her mind. She'd never felt anything like it. It was the best, the most thrilling few seconds of her life. And then she was aware of the hot spurts deep inside her cunt. Almost immediately, the thick curds were trickling from the edges of her hole. She threw her hips around until the stuff smacked and crackled where Phil was still spearing her cunt with that wonderful hard prick of his.

"I love you. Ohhhhh, God, I do!" she whined, clawing at his back, running her heels up and down the muscled halves of his ass.

When finally Phil rolled onto his back, Hetty Sue wiggled her head down his belly and gingerly eased his cock into her mouth. It was wilting now, but she nursed what cum still oozed out. She didn't even think about it. It seemed so natural now ... now that a man had really turned her loose. She wanted to kiss Phil all over. He had broken some chains inside her, he'd made her see what it could be like if she let herself go. She ran her tongue along the bottom of his shaft, easing the sticky, sour fluid out of the tube and into her throat.

When Phil had fallen asleep, she got up and walked weakly across the room to a mirror. She smiled at her reflection. There was cum drying on her chin and her nipples jutted out like small, brown fingers. From between her legs a string of cum dripped onto the floor. She scooped it with a finger and sucked the cream off with her lips. It didn't really taste bad at all. She went to the phone and dialed Hilary's number.

It occurred to her that it was kind of perverse to be calling her best friend after she'd just fucked that best friend's dream guy. But she was worried about Hilary. And Phil didn't seem to care about keeping that relationship going. She knew Hilary would understand. But the phone rang and rang and no one picked it up. Hetty put the receiver back in its cradle and went back to the bed.

"Hetty? You up and around?"

"Yes, darling," she cooed, rubbing his flat belly. "And I found out I still love you now that your cock isn't hard and inside me." She blushed but managed to look him in the eyes. "I don't really care if you love me or not. It would be nice if you did, but...."

Phil pulled her against him. He kissed the side of her face and then licked her cummy mouth.

"Phil?"

"Yeah."

"I'm worried about Hilary. I can't get anybody to answer the phone at her place. I mean I'm really worried."

"Maybe we oughta check it out." He slid a hand down between her thighs. "God, you really are long and lean...." He kissed her tit, worked his way down her belly.

"Phil? Aren't we going to find out about Hilary?"

"Sure...." His lips pressed up against her cunt-mound. With a moan she opened her thighs and dug her nails into the back of his head.

"God! Ohhhhh, Phil ... what are you doing?"

"Eating your pretty little pussy."

"But what about Hilary?"

"What about her?"

"Aren't we going to see ... if ... she ... Uhnnnnn, Phil darling ... Ohhhh, yessss!"

His tongue had opened her pussy-petals and he was giving a sweet, subtle friction to the engorged button of her clit. It had never really faded after their fucking. And as he nursed it, she could already feel the electricity building in her cunt. She flopped back on the mattress with a weak sigh as Phil burrowed into the velvet slick of her pussy. Hilary would have to wait. Hilary would just have to wait....