Chapter 8
By the time Hetty Sue got home, she was already thinking of Phil again. She wanted to call him, to ask when they could be together again. It was all she could do to keep her hands off herself. But the guilt she felt about horning in on Hilary's boy friend made her hang up the phone in the middle of dialing. She waited till she'd caught her breath and then dialed another number. Hilary's.
Like before, the phone rang and rang but no one picked it up. At last, Hetty hung it up and hurried to her closet to find something different to wear. Being with Phil had really messed up the clothes she had on and she felt sweaty and slurpy besides. She picked a summer dress and a gay, striped top to go with it. Then she jumped in the shower to freshen up.
Hetty was careful to keep the spray a little on the cool side. It would be so easy to let her thoughts take over. It would be easy to think of Phil and slip a finger up inside her cunt-hole and give herself a lovely, gasping finger-fuck. But she had to take care of business first. And business this time meant finding out if her very best friend was okay or not.
Hetty began to have visions of poor Hilary lying unconscious on the floor. She might've been the victim of a burglar or a rapist or just about anybody. And Hetty had been all over town and nobody she knew had seen Hilary for two days.
The bus dropped her four blocks from Hilary's street. She hurried along, her sandals clapping on the sidewalk, her heart in her throat. More and more she was afraid for Hilary's well-being. Nowadays almost anything could happen. And with her folks out of town, something just might have gone wrong.
The old car that pulled up alongside of her was making a lot of racket and at first Hetty didn't pay any attention. Until she saw Buddy hang his head out the window. His blond hair glinted in the sun and he had a big smile on his face. At first she cringed inwardly. She didn't know how to handle herself. Being confronted by someone who had ... had done really awful things to her that night Mona threw the party, made her lose her composure completely. And she was blushing besides.
"Hey, beautiful, you didn't think I forgot you, did you?"
"No ... yes ... I mean, I don't know...."
"Hop in."
"I can't, Buddy. I'm in a hurry."
Buddy gave her coltish legs a long look. "So am I, but I guess I can wait. They say anything as good as you is worth being patient for."
Hetty kept walking. But Buddy kept apace until he had to stop at the stop sign at an intersection. Hetty wasn't going to give in that easy, though. Not after Buddy had treated her like he had. Every time she thought of that twenty-dollar bill it made her mad. She wasn't a whore like her sister, and she wasn't going to be treated like one.
"I know what you're pissed about," Buddy called, speeding up alongside of her again as she crossed the street. "Because I didn't call the next day, right?"
"Wrong!" Hetty snapped. She wished she had that twenty with her. Then she could fling it through his window and run off.
"You sure keep a guy in the dark," he said. A kid on a bicycle weaved close to his car and he had to wait until he could get around. "Hey, I sure feel silly talking to you while I drive. Why don't you climb in and I'll take you where you're going."
Hetty thought she could trust him that far. And when she was sitting in the car, she felt like opening up. She was scared to go to Hilary's house all by herself. Maybe Buddy would understand. And he did. He listened sympathetically as she told of her concern for her friend.
"Well, let's go have a look. What do you say?"
"I'd really appreciate it, Buddy. I'm scared stiff to go up there alone."
As she'd expected, the doorbell didn't bring anybody to greet them. But Hetty thought she saw a curtain move in an upstairs bedroom. Buddy went around back and she went with him. There was something creepy going on. She just knew it.
"I'm gonna force the lock on this door," Buddy told her. He used a rusty dandelion digger and got it open in a few minutes. They were walking slowly down the hall from the kitchen when someone came flying down the stairs and crashed out the front door. All Hetty could see was that the man was black.
"You better wait here," Buddy ordered. "I'll see if I can follow him." Before she had a chance to reply, Buddy was thundering out of the house not fifty yards behind the black dude.
Hetty feared what she might find upstairs. She'd read terrible accounts of things like this in the papers. But Hilary was her friend. She had to go.
She called Hilary's name as she mounted the stairs. She thought she heard a groan, but it could have been her imagination. The steps creaked louder than usual under her sandaled feet. Hetty was shaking by the time she reached the top. Hilary's bedroom was only a few steps away. Hetty took a deep breath and started for the doorway.
"Ease up, white girl," the voice from behind said. Something hard touched her ribs. Hetty came close to wetting her panties. She could feel her heart labor in her chest. "Put your hands behind your back," the voice commanded. Hetty obeyed. Whatever had been touching her ribs went away while something was bound tightly around her wrists. The voice sounded so young. And the accent, the use of words made her almost positive that her abductor was a black man. Or boy.
Staying behind her, her captor guided her to the stairs. This time she was sure she heard Hilary groan as she started down. But it wasn't a groan of pain or semi-consciousness. It had sounded like a moan of pleasure.
The hard thing was stuck against her back again now as she reached the first-floor landing and was marched to the kitchen. Down again. The basement. Hetty Sue knew that there was a playroom down there and the laundry room and Mr. Thompson's workshop.
"I don't know who you are," she said, "but I don't mean you any harm. You won't hurt me, will you?"
The young black voice laughed. "Shit no. That ain't what I had in mind."
Hetty's heart skipped another beat. She was marched over to the sofa. It had a low broad back that she was forced to bend forward over. Her dress was lifted and warm, strong hands smoothed over the small of her back and then caressed her silk-covered butt. Despite her fear, Hetty felt the shooting thrills she'd grown to love. The black kid, for she was sure she'd guessed right on that, kissed her then. She felt her panties being inched down as he kissed the just-exposed skin.
"Ohhhh, I ... I want you to leave me alone...."
"Maybe you forget who's in charge here, baby," the boy said. He had skinned her skimpy panties down to her knees now. He was kissing her everywhere back there. The soft spots where her legs bent were so sensitive! And the way he was gouging them with his tongue!
"My friend ... Hilary ... is she okay?"
"Her? Oh, hell, she's fine. She sure like to fuck."
Hetty couldn't believe that it was quite like this kid was telling it. She didn't know what had happened, but she couldn't imagine Hilary entertaining a houseful of black guys and letting the phone ring off the wall. Another hot thrill made her catch her breath. The boy was massaging the insides of her thighs. She was so helpless with her arms tied behind her, bent over the back of the sofa. She couldn't even quite reach the floor with her feet and the kid's touches were becoming dangerously erotic. Her panties slipped down off of one foot and dangled from the other ankle.
"Nooooo! Let me go!"
"Oh, baby, you the best yet. I thought that Hilary was something. But you ... you so fine. Slim little body I can't believe. I really dig you, really do."
"You're insane. I don't even know what you look like. Uhhhnnnnnooooo!"
The kid had just spread her cunt with his fingers and found the hot nubbin that rested down deep in the slippery folds and hollows. He petted it out a little clumsily at first but when her reactions came, lightened his touch and made her give shuddering gasps of pleasure. He was learning fast. Too fast.
Hetty didn't want to act like she was enjoying it. But the face was that the boy's hands were the most exciting thing she'd had happen to her in months. Her primer into sex had been fantastic enough with Buddy and Phil. But this time her teacher was younger than she was and he was black, too. What made it even more tantalizing was that he was a complete stranger. A stranger she still hadn't laid eyes on!
"Ohhhh. Ohhhh, don't! Please don't! Don't!"
"You all pink inside ... and dripping slick. God, I'm gonna eat it!"
Hetty gave a cry as she felt an open mouth invade her young, firm pussy. The licking, the rubbing, the gingerly nibbles ... she couldn't possibly keep still now. She writhed her ass unashamedly. It would be like holding her breath to keep from moving. The shivery waves of pleasure made her ass-cheeks flush red and more dripping cunt-honey leaked into the boy's mouth. The slurping noises there between her thighs became so ravenous, so outrageously sexy that Hetty knew she was really being eaten out. The other times had been mere kisses or touches with tongues. But this black kid was eating her! Taking her cunt-lips between his teeth and shaking his head like a hungry dog! The sharp jolts of pleasure made her drool as she hung helplessly over the back of the sofa.
"Yeah, baby, you eat fine. Real fine!"
"Ohhhh ... ohhh, what's happening to me?"
"You like it, don't you?"
"Yessssss!"
The boy eased his lips away from her pussy. Hetty felt her inner muscles convulse and the mouth of her hole worked as if it was reaching for that loving that had brought it to such a sudden fever.
Something else touched her then. It was dry and spongy and very smooth. Smooth as velvet. The kid worked it up against the back of her thigh and then lightly touched it to the blossomed petals of her cunt.
"Ahhhh, soooo hot. I never felt anything ... like ... that...."
Hetty realized she was babbling and blushed and shut her mouth. The smooth hands caressed her ass again as the touch of that brown barb kept pressing into the glossy mess of her cunt. Her slit was flooding the hot thing with juices and she knew that it would be as slick as her cunt was in just a few seconds. Hetty knew that she was going to be fucked. It was as inevitable as the sunrise. Her little hole almost seemed to reach out for that slender prick.
The boy worked his hips and her cunt-folds opened easily, their silky slick surfaces smoothing up around the pounding cock-tip. Her body responded to a new fever. She drooled again and plunged her trim ass up and down, impatient to feel her cunt skewered.
"Do it. Ohhh, God, don't just tease me! Do it!"
The cock was pulled back some, her pussy-petals squishing as they came unclung from the sensitive head.
"How bad you want it, white girl?" The boy sounded like he was about to laugh. But his voice was tinged with passion, too. Hetty knew that he was having a hard time playing it cool.
"As bad as you do," she managed to gasp. There was a moment of silence. And then the long fingers at her ass hooked around the front of her waist. Her young butt was pulled back and at the same time the boy's hips snapped forward.
Hetty Sue threw her head upwards and screamed. It was a scream of thankfulness, of ravenous hunger. The cock glided into her hole with a sound she knew must be the nicest sound in the world. The sound of hard cock penetrating a soft, wet pussy. She jerked against the cord binding her wrists. Her sandaled feet flailed an inch above the floor. And her glowing butt bucked and jerked and plunged as the boy fucked her with a strong, even rhythm.
Hetty felt herself being pulled up from the sofa. She was standing on her feet again, the boy's strong arms around her waist as he pumped upwards, jabbing deep at her cunt. She could see his brown skin now and that set off new charges of pleasure between her legs.
Her nipples seemed to explode outwards from her tits, and as if the boy sensed this change, he slid a hand quickly under her top and smoothed the hard little buttons with his palm. Hetty came unglued. She squirmed and groaned in the black kid's arms, rubbing her soft ass against his belly as he fucked her from behind. The juice dripped from his balls and more flooded out from her delicate folds to replace that.
"God, you got my cock nice and tight!"
To show him some talent, Hetty made her pussy tighten around his dick. Her muscles at the start of her hole were the strongest and she knew they were closing down good and hard at the base of his prick. Holding his cock deep inside, she plunged her ass around in circles as the boy rubbed her flaming tits.
"Uhhhnnnn! Ohhhh, God, I'm gonna come! Gonna come!"
Hetty came. And as she came, she heard a strangled breath behind her as the boy succumbed to her lust. The feather-soft lining of her pussy was swathing his sensitive cock-tip in the steamy heat of her belly. It was too intense, too good for him to restrain himself any longer. Hetty felt the bulge swell along the underside of his prick. The bulge forced past her constricting muscles and up the cock that was held inside her. Then the creamy sap exploded powerfully from the tip, bathing her cunt with jizz.
"Damn!"
They fell over the back of the sofa and Hetty felt herself crushed under the black boy's body as he pumped out his lust, spurted his hot fuck-cream into her pussy as he kissed the nape of her neck and squeezed her tits with both hands.
Her come lasted and lasted and lasted ... or was she having two or three? Hetty didn't know. She just knew that the tickles kept breaking out in strange places all over her body, only to be focused once again at the squishy, fevered spot between the lips of her cunt.
"Another one. Ohhh, God, it's gonna kill me!"
She poked her butt up high and arched her back so that black cock could dive as deep as it could possibly go. The black kid had already blown his seed into her pussy but was trying to keep things going. She thought she was about to start coming all over again when he gave a grunt of pain and eased his prick out of her swollen cunt-hole.
"Noooo! More! I want more!"
Hetty caught a glimpse of his ring as he pulled his hand from under her jersey. It was a silver ring with one blue stone. The look of that ring was still with her when she heard the boy's footsteps fading up the steps.
"Don't leave! I'm still coming!"
But Hetty had to grind out what was left of her passion on the rough sofa cushion. It didn't take long. Three sharp jolts of pleasure that left her panting like a dog. Somehow she forced herself up and looked at the mess between her thighs.
"Gotta get these darned ropes off."
She limped into Mr. Thompson's workshop. It took her some strange contortions to get the chisel between the jaws of the vise and tighten it down. But then it was easy to saw the rope against the razor-sharp edge. She put everything back like it had been and found a towel to clean herself up with.
The boy, whoever he was, had stolen her panties. Hetty straightened her dress, took a look at her flushed face in the mirror and hurried upstairs. To her surprise, Hilary was just stepping out of the shower. She was humming to herself and smiled when she saw Hetty.
"Are you okay?" Hetty asked, feeling a little weak herself.
"Sure. Sure, I'm okay." Hilary bounced into her bedroom. As she toweled off her hair, Hetty noticed the marks at her wrists and ankles where somebody had tied her. Hetty decided not to mention anything at all about what had just happened to her in the basement playroom.
"I've been calling you and nobody answered."
Hilary didn't even bother to make an excuse. "Well, I'm okay as you can see." The front door bell rang and Hetty hurried down to answer it.
"Couldn't catch that damned nigger," Buddy said.
He looked hot and disheveled. Hetty Sue found his use of the word "nigger" somewhat disagreeable. Even though the boy who'd fucked her and the guy Buddy had chased were two different people, she felt ... well, more open then she had before.
Buddy was pissed when he found out that not only was Hilary unimpressed with his chase of the trespasser, but that she pretended she didn't know anything about the black man being upstairs. Hetty knew different of course. But she kept quiet about the rope burns on Hilary's wrists and her little interlude with the boy rapist in the basement. Finally Buddy stormed out, muttering something about how crazy women were.
Only then did Hilary confess her adventures of the past few days.
"At first I was scared," she told Hetty, "but towards the end I ... well, I liked it!" It was the first time Hetty had ever seen Hilary blush.
"You mean there were two of them doing it to you?" she asked. Hilary nodded with shy pride.
Hetty almost told Hilary that she had connected with the young member of the team when he was on his way out. But something made her keep this thrilling secret to herself. It was all the more exciting that she didn't even know what he looked like. And as the weeks turned to months and the school year loomed close, that was just about all Hetty thought of. The black kid with the slender cock and strong arms. Would she ever know who he really was?