Anthony closed his eyes as soon as he buckled his seatbelt on the airliner. Funny how taking off in a plane always made him feel drowsy. Drowsy and sleepy, a bit like he had sometimes felt in the dentist's chair when they administered that little cup over his face and told him to inhale. It had always been Doctor Hall's busty young nurse who strapped the leather "inhaler" around his head, her full breasts resting softly on his shoulder, creating a "thought injection" of its own. He thought of the warm feel of those breasts now, although he knew it wasn't the dentist's relaxing "sleep machine" that was making him feel so aloof to his surroundings this time. It was the three shots of Scotch he had sneaked while in the men's room at the airport. No matter, it caused the same euphoria that he now experienced as the drone of the plane's engine drifted farther away from his conscious mind.
His drifting mind remembered what had happened the two times he arrived home from that dentist's office. He had told his wife, Helen, that he just had to sleep for a while, making more of the pain he had been through than was actually the truth. Then, in his bedroom, he had remembered the warmth of those breasts again, the nurse's blonde "Orphan Annie" curly-short hairdo, the rosy cheeks that made her look even more like the comic-strip character, the slim waist, the bubbly little ass inside that white uniform. And his penis was in his fist, and he lobbed it heavily up and down, sliding his palm for the similar friction of pussy-womb warmth. In his imagining mind, the sweet young thing of a nurse was done for the day, and he had waited downstairs from the office for her. He had taken her to her apartment where she had undressed for him, doing a slow, tantalizing belly dance as she did.
And as he heard his wife turn on the dishwasher out in the kitchen, Anthony had pumped his penis evenly under the covers, dreaming of the nurse's pixie-like face, with its pert little nose buried in his pubic hair, an incredulously warm tongue working its magic around his rod, licking, sucking, tongue-dipping...all in slow-motion to the rhythm of his drowsy thoughts.
Then her white thighs were locked over his hips, like a soft but demanding vise. His mind's eye saw his pulsing staff churning up into her mushy depths, saw her throw her curly-haired head up toward the ceiling as she screamed with ecstasy at the joy he was giving her, the skewering that he was pumping up and into her.
My God, he thought here on this plane, that was three months ago and I'm still remembering it.
He had probably jerked off a hundred times in his life, so why should he remember that particular masturbation?
Because I've got problems at home, that's why! he comforted himself with.
Do other men have to masturbate to get a heavy load off? The question hung in his mind like a dark, troublesome cloud. Naw, he was normal, hell, that little bitch of a nurse would cause any healthy-minded American man to jerk off. Five will get you ten Dr. Hall is screwing her ass off after hours three or four times a week.
He squirmed in his seat, his tight jockey shorts suddenly seeming tighter, for some reason or other.
Anthony Hibberd tugged a leather-covered flask of Scotch from his hip pocket and took a surreptitious gulp as soon as the jetliner reached operational height. "Just in case that smog on the coast goes to my chest!" he had told his wife when she caught him filling it from the decanter before he left for the airport.
"But you can get drinks on the plane!" Helen had protested.
"I know, baby. But only two. And it's a hell of a long way from Detroit to San Francisco! The jet may not need to refuel on that flight, but I sure will! Besides, my seat's right at the back; it may be some time before one of those cute little stewardesses gets around to me."
Helen Hibberd had tried to smile, shaking her long blonde hair like a golden bell. But she couldn't hide the resignation-and the hurt-that showed so often in her violet eyes these days. Anthony knew that his drinking caused her a lot of unhappiness...but dammit, he wasn't an alcoholic, a problem drinker! He wasn't the kind of guy who allowed liquor to interfere with his business or with his family life; he was simply one of those characters who liked a good time-and who found that the good times got even better when he had a few shots of the hard stuff under his belt. What was so wrong with that?
Anyway, if his wife was honest, she'd have to admit that it wasn't really the drink that she objected to. Shit, she drank herself, didn't she? Cocktails with him before dinner, highballs or maybe brandies after, sometimes a beer out at the club on Sunday mornings. No-what really riled her was the fact that drink stimulated him, excited him, and when he was excited, well, he just couldn't wait to get his voluptuous blonde wife into the sack.. . .
And what was so wrong about that either? Helen's curvaceous body-her broad-hipped, full-breasted, slender-waisted figure with its satiny skin-would turn on any man with red blood in him. Even now, after nineteen years of marriage, it made Anthony's cock jerk in his pants every time she walked past him in those tight-assed little pants that she wore around the house...her full-rounded buttocks moving suggestively beneath the skin-hugging material, the seam snuggling provocatively into the crevice between her ass-cheeks. Forgetting where he was, he let out a low wolf whistle just at the thought of her-surprising an indignant look from a dark-haired stewardess mincing down the aisle with her tray of tea and coffee and Coke.
Hibberd ran his eyes lecherously over the girl's pert young figure, set off to advantage by the mini-skirted uniform she wore. Not bad! he mused, staring at the firmly swelling breasts straining against the trimly tailored cloth of her jacket. Not bad at all! She ought to be a great little fuck by the look of her! He unscrewed the cap of his flask and took another swig. Yes, she could be a mind-blowing screw, that one! Jeez, she looked as hot as a firecracker!
He gulped a third time and shook his head. But you never could tell, could you? Helen now-she had looked like that when she was this kid's age. Dammit, she still looked like it! She had the same sultry look she handed out from under her half-closed eyelids, the feline way she moved that was almost an invitation in itself, the lovely expressive oval of her face-Christ! She had everything! But then, when he got her into bed...
Hibberd sucked in his breath, choked on the Scotch, and broke into a fit of coughing. The stewardess came hurrying down the aisle with an anxious expression on her pretty face. "Are you all right, sir? Is there anything I can do?"
Damn right there is, you sexy little bitch! he thought to himself. But he only said: "No, no...thanks...quite okay....Just swallowed the wrong way!...But while you're here, can I order a Scotch with ice, please?"
"Certainly, sir. I'll be right back with it." She smiled her professional smile and minced forward to the galley.
Anthony's thoughts went back to Helen and what happened when he got her into bed. Even sitting here on this plane, God knew how many thousand feet above the Middle West, the memory made him gulp. Her legs and thighs were like the exquisitely chiseled limbs of classical statues. Her breasts were magnificentfull and swelling and firm with berry-like nipples at their tips. Her belly was subtly sculptured in a gentle contour that curved down to the tawny triangle of silken hairs at its base. How could you describe her except to say that she was breathtaking?
But it wasn't so often that he managed to get his luscious wife into bed, he thought ruefully...not naked the way he wanted her to be. And why not? Because she was a prude, a puritan who had been brought up to believe that sex was in some way unclean and wrong. "Oh, don't! Please! Not that way, Anthony! Decent people don't do it like that! No, not tonight, darling...I don't feel like it....I'm too tired, I really am...." He could hear the unending litany of excuses as if she were beside him now. He sighed and closed his eyes.
It was a pity that this aspect of his home life couldn't vanish, simply disappear, he thought to himself as the roar of the jets lulled him into a state of somnolence. It would be easier that way. But things, at least important things, were never easy. And this was about the most important damned thing in his life if he was honest about it. He would have to face it, that was all...and he might as well face it here, sealed in a pressurized cabin hurtling through the blue at some incredible speed to take him to a business meeting in San Francisco where everything was sure to go his way as it always did. Anthony sold specialized insurance, and he was on his way to talk a shipping company into an all-embracing policy that would indemnify them against loss of perishable cargoes through industrial action, bad weather, revolutions, mechanical break-downsyou name it, he had them covered! And would pull it off, he knew; he would come home with the signed contract in his pocket and pick up a fine commission on the deala pocketful of loot that Helen and Shirley, his eighteen-year-old daughter, would throw away on the most expensive coats and suits and shoes and purses they could buy. But Anthony didn't care; he wanted to make them happy, and if buying that crap did the trick, that was okay by him. But he wished-dammit, he wished to hell-that he could make his lively wife happy in other ways, too. He hadn't been able to, and the thought tortured him. He opened his eyes, drained the drink that the stewardess had placed in front of him, and ordered another. At least the liquor would help him face the unpalatable facts.
Sipping the second Scotch in its cold plastic glass, he imagined himself back in his own living room the previous night, taking his first pull of the highball Helen had fixed him after dinner. She'd been walking up and down in front of him, totally oblivious of how exciting she was in that damned semi-transparent thing she'd put on "to relax in," as she said. "You don't mind, darling, do you, if I sit around in this negligee?" she had said. "I'm so tired."
And he'd been sitting there like a kid at his first strip show, staring open-eyed at her voluptuous body as his balls began to ache with longing for her, and his loins caught fire like a haystack struck by lightning. Then when he couldn't stand it any longer, he had seized her arm and thrust her, protesting tearfully, into the bedroom. Christ, he hadn't been able to help himself, the way she was looking, the way she was teasing him in that filmy thing she was wearing I
But sitting in the plane now, it hit him with the force of a thunderbolt that his wife hadn't known-she really hadn't known-that she was driving him out of his mind, swaying around half-naked like that! Sex didn't appeal to her, and it never occurred to her that it appealed to anyone else. She'd always been that way, Anthony remembered, ever since the first time he had taken her on their wedding night. She had been a virgin, of course. God knew she would never have let any man, not even her future husband, touch her before she had that precious piece of paper in her hand! And the young bridegroom had tried his best to be gentle with his lovely young wife. Even so, he had hurt her, and he had awakened in the middle of the night to find her lying by his side, her body tensed with fear, while scalding tears coursed down her cheeks as she choked back her sobs.
He hated himself then, and he had hated himself time after time since then. And that was why he had started to drink, well, maybe a little more than he should...because he had to have Helen, and since she never responded to his advances, he had to practically force her each time. So that, somehow, every time he made love to her, she managed to make him feel like a complete heel and a bastard.
He rang for the stewardess and asked for another drink. But the pretty, briskly efficient young girl shook her head and smiled. "No more," she said. "Two's the limit and you've had that already!"
"I had five if only you knew it!" Anthony shot back at her as she traipsed away down the aisle to warm a bottle for a squalling baby at the front of the plane. If she heard him, she paid no attention, and remembering that there was still a little in his hip flask, he shrugged and reached for his back pocket.
His brain whirled a little as the fiery liquid coursed down his throat. He then settled down to review the events of the night before. So there was Helen in that sexy outfit as he dragged her into the bedroom. And of course she'd started in with the line he'd heard so often before: "Oh, please, darling, not tonight.. . Fm so tired. I really am."
He had turned on her in anger then. "You're tired?" he shouted, his voice harsh and brutal. "Well, I'm tired too. I'm sick and tired of this shit of yours, Helen! What d'you think I'm made of anyway, for God's sake? Iron filings? Well, let me tell you I'm not; I'm a man, doddammit, and I'm made of flesh and blood!"
She had turned to him, white-faced, pulling that ridiculous nylon robe tight across her body as if the sheer material could somehow conceal her ripe curves. And then she had said-she had said in that tight little innocent voice that could not comprehend the agony that tore at his loins, the clawing fingers shredding his aching balls-she had said sweetly: "Why, whatever has gotten into you tonight, dear?"
That had done it. The schoolgirl voice, the simpering expression on her face, the prim little set of her pursed lips, the affected surprise-it had all been too much for him. In a burst of rage-and in his overwhelming need-he had grabbed her and hauled her violently against him, smashing his mouth down on hers as though he were a sex fiend in a park. With a simple savage gesture, he had ripped the frail garment from her body and tossed it aside; with another, he had slammed her violently down on the bed.
As she screamed in terror, he held her pinned down with one hand while he roved lecherous fingers up and down her tense, resisting body, clutching and squeezing brutally at her soft, sensitive flesh, kneading the ripe, succulent breasts between his clawing hands. She screamed once more, her head flailing on the pillow and her long blonde hair spinning out in all directions as she cried: "Darling! Oh please, darling!" And then as she stared in disbelief, and the fright that had stunned her welled up in her eyes, he was tearing off his own clothes, unbuckling his belt, dragging down his pants, unbuttoning his shirt and dropping it to the floor. He had stood before her for a moment in his undershorts, and then these too had slid down over his hips, and she had seen his lustfully stiffened penis jutting out in front of him, throbbing with excitement.
He threw himself on her then, lifting her thighs and pressing them back against her breasts in a sudden vicious movement. As she screamed for the third time, her legs kicked out desperately in an attempt to save herself from her husband's insane assault. But Anthony had shoved his hips forward, splayed her thighs wide, and then ground his pelvis down hard against her writhing, thrashing loins. An instant later, his hand had shot down between her smooth jerking legs as he sought the pinkly glistening pussy flesh hidden there. With nd preliminaries, he had jammed the blood-engorged head of his throbbing, aching penis up between the tender, soft lips of her unprepared vagina, ramming it into the depths of her quivering cunt.
Shrieking in pain and indignation, she had begun to plead with him. "Anthony!...Oh darling, no!...Not like this!"
"No?" he sneered, his sweating face poised inches above her own. "Why not?"
"B-b-because...because. . . it just isn't any good this way," she stammered helplessly.
"It isn't any good any way, is it?" Anthony snarled, staring down at his wife's fear-filled face and tortured eyes. She turned away, shuddering. "Is it?" he yelled, arching his hips and flexing the head of his huge cock in the narrow distended channel of her pussy.
"Oh yes! Y-y-yes, it is!" she cried fearfully.
"When?"
"Oh.. . lots of times."
"like hell!" Anthony said derisively. "You just don't like to be fucked. That's it, isn't it?"
"I...I like to make love," she said at last, wincing at the lewd four-letter word on his lips.
"Oh you enjoy making love, do you?" he mimicked ferociously. "Well, I like to fuck. And tonight, goddammit, I'm going to fuck you silly I"
A moment later his rock-hard penis was spearing deep into her warmly yielding flesh. He fucked in and out, his cock tearing into her as she moaned and gasped beneath him, helplessly impaled on the thrusting fleshly instrument battering deeper and deeper up into her nakedly quivering belly. His mind was a blank now, empty of all but a single searing thought: to spew his white-hot cum far up inside her, to ease the pressure of his bloated, sperm-filled balls, to shoot his scalding fluid the length of his lustfully pounding cock and up into her womb where it belonged, where it had always belonged.
He shuddered in a series of convulsive spasms as everything seemed to explode within him while Helen groaned and sobbed under his relentlessly heaving body. And then after the staccato squirting from his sperm-inflated penis had emptied into her, Anthony collapsed onto her still-tense form and withdrew his deflating cock with a soft sucking noise. Exhausted and satiated, he rolled over beside his wife and fell at once asleep. But even in that state of unconsciousness, the quiet sobs of the woman he loved continued to fill his ears.
Now, sitting in the plane, the whole scene returned to him, its every detail etched clearly and forever in his memory. He wiped his hand across his brow, astonished to find it covered with beads of sweat. He could still hear Helen's cries as well as his own lewd grunts and groans. Shit, what a bastard he had been! He thought of his wife again, and a deep rush of warmth and affection welled up within him. She was weak and gentle yes, and ignorant too-and she needed to be loved and cared for. That was what he wanted to do for her...not take her brutally the way he had last night.. . not treat her like a common whore . . .not rape her in her own house! Oh, God, he loved her! He loved his daughter Shirley too! And he'd do anything for them, anything.
The liquor was making him sentimental.
He brushed a tear from his eye as he thought of his two beautiful girls. They were so like each other in some ways, too. Shirley already had her mother's alabaster skin and violet eyes, the promise of Helen's voluptuousness rounding out her teenage curves. But her long hair was dark like Anthony's own. Already every man who got a glimpse of her turned around to take in the sight of her high, firm breasts, her tiny waist, the sensuous swell of her hips and thighs. She was a budding beauty all right, and already so sexy-looking that the boys in the neighborhood swarmed around her like bees after honey!
Not that she'd ever given them a taste of it! Not Shirley! When she walked down that aisle on her wedding day-with her grinning old man beside her, he thought in a burst of pride-she'd be a virgin, too. His eyes misted over as he told himself: "You're a sentimental bastard!"
He wondered vaguely who it would be waiting at the altar when he took Shirley there on his arm. There was a new date-Anthony couldn't recall his name-whom he hoped would not be the lucky man. Not that pimply-faced kid! Then there were the Sei-bert cousins, Rudi and Den. Rudi was going with Larry Bender's daughter, Crystal, who was pretty too...though nothing to put up against Shirley. And Den? He'd been turning up at the house pretty regularly lately. He seemed to be underfoot practically all the time-sitting in the living room watching television or downstairs in the rumpus room feeding disks into the stereo. And if he wasn't there, he was rummaging in the refrigerator in the kitchen for a Coke or a sandwich of some kind. Well, maybe it would be Den.
He looked out the window at the plane's silver wing as it slashed through the edges of a towering belt of cumulus cloud. There was something he didn't quite like about the Seifert kids, something he couldn't quite pin down. What was it? It was maybe that they seemed like characters who went out and took what they wanted, not giving a damn for the rights of others. Maybe he was being too tough on them. He remembered that their lives had hardly been a picnic. Both sets of their parents had been killed in an auto smash in California when they were still in knee pants. They'd been shunted off from one relative to another, never finding any they could get along with, let alone someone who loved them or cared enough to give them a decent home. Finally, after a year on an Indiana farm with a skinflint uncle who'd worked them practically to death, they'd moved back to town and taken a small apartment. Rudi was old enough to work now and take charge of his younger cousin who was still in school. So maybe it was hardly fair to blame them for the way they behaved today.
But feeling sorry for the boys didn't mean that he wanted his only daughter to marry one of them. Besides, there was something else that worried him about Den. Gradually, it seeped into his consciousness that there was a resemblance between him and the boy. Hadn't he too demanded-no, taken!-what he wanted, with no thought for her or her pleasure? Sure he had. The realization sent shivers of self-disgust down his spine. Well then, he would see to it that his kid had someone better to marry than her mother had! And he would find some way to make it up to his wife, too, for being a rotten husband!
As the jet winged on westward, he pondered just what he could do to patch things up with Helen, to give his daughter a better home. The memory of a small boutique he had seen somewhere in the Nob Hill area of San Francisco came into his mind. He had stopped in front of it once to admire a silver Mexican bracelet he had wanted to buy for Helen, a gold charm for his daughter. He'd even gone inside and then come out empty-handed, growling at the absurdity of the prices. Well, money didn't matter where his family was concerned, he decided. He would buy out the whole damned shop for them, even if it meant that he went into hock for the next year to do it. That shop and the little flower shop down the street and the lingerie store around the corner with all the frilly nonsense that his girls went overboard for. That was what he would do.. . .
It was much later, after the plane had landed and he was on his way down the aisle toward the exit door, that he caught sight of himself in a circular, chrome-framed mirror-a still-handsome businessman, he saw, well-dressed and obviously on his way to an important meeting. But he saw too that his jowls were beginning to slacken, that his face was red and moist, and that he was perspiring from the amount of Scotch he had drunk on the flight. For an instant, he checked his stride, knowing that this was the moment of truth, the moment he had to face and which he had so long feared. He told himself, "You know damned well that you're half-cut already, and that's going to help a lot! And you know damned well that buying out every store on the Coast isn't going to make you a better marriage. It isn't things your family wants or needs-God knows they've enough clothes and jewelry and gadgets already to stock a follies chorus! No-it's not the things that you can buy that they need: it's the things you can give them yourself! It's love and tenderness and understanding-that's what could save your marriage!"
The sexy stewardess was standing, waiting, ready to bid each passenger goodbye with her facile smile. Hibberd nodded to her absently and walked down the steps still absorbed in his thoughts. Buying things, going home laden with gifts was definitely not the way to patch things up! No. But going home itself, was! Or could be!
He would do just that! He would go home as soon as possible-and once there, he would be a different man Why, Helen would hardly know him!
Mentally, he ran through his schedule for the week he was to stay. The conferences with the shipping company were fixed for tomorrow and the day after; they were the main reason for this trip and he couldn't alter them. But his other engagements-those potential clients he might or might not talk into a deal-some he could cancel, some could wait until next time around, and some he could sandwich in between times. That way he could cut his visit short by at least a couple of days, and be home again almost before his family realized he had left!
He would do that. But he decided not to call Helen and tell of his change of plans. It would be better to surprise her and Shirley. And what a surprise it would be! he thought with a broad smile as he hurried into the terminal building to claim his baggage.
CHAPTER TWO
Shirley Hibberd opened the door leading to the front porch of the white brick house as the driver of the battered Galaxy convertible at the curb gave the first blast on his horn. "Hi, Rudi...Crystal!" she called. "Hi, Den! Be with you in a minute. I'll just say goodbye to Mom!"
"Okay, Shirl--but get a move on, will you? If you want to dance all night, it's time we got weaving!" Den Seifert shouted back from the rear seat of the car.
The voluptuous, mini-skirted brunette waved her agreement and darted back into the Hibberd home as the teenage boy grinned. That was a good line about dancing all night. . . and a good laugh, too. He had other plans for his girl tonight. And the means to make her give in to them! Grinning again, he drew a fifth of vodka from his bulging jacket pocket and took a hasty gulp. Then, dammit, he thought,, she might smell even that on his breath-and she was so damned innocent that even the idea of alcohol might frighten her. He stuffed a stick of gum in his mouth and was chewing energetically when Shirley finally ran down the path her skirt flying above her slim golden thighs and her dark hair streaming, to climb into the back seat beside him.
"Hi, gorgeous!" he said, squeezing her hand. "Got a kiss for me?"
Shirley shook her head. "Not now, Den. Mom's looking."
The boy glanced at the porch, to see Mrs. Hibberd standing there in a filmy negligee that outlined every luscious curve of her beautiful mature body. Jeez, he thought, he wouldn't mind having a crack at her either! Older women always did excite the hell out of him, and Helen Hibberd wasn't all that old anyway: thirty-three or thirty-four at the most! Just perfect for a randy young stud like him after he'd enjoyed the daughter! Well, Mom was next on the list...but tonight he had other ideas. This kid sitting beside him had been holding off too long with her prim little "Oh, no, Den, you mustn't! You know I don't go for that sort of thing!" and her "Let's dance" line each time he suggested they sit one out in the dark. Tonight was for Shirley!
Helen Hibberd raised a slender hand and waved as she called: "Will you be late, darling?"
"Not too late, Mom. Are you going out?"
"No, I don't think so."
"Well, don't wait up for me anyway," Shirley called with a smile.
"I won't. I'll probably go to bed early," Helen replied. And then as Rudi Seifert gunned the idling motor and sent the convertible rocketing forward, she shouted: "Have a good time, dear!"
"I will, Mom...and don't worry!"
Helen went back into the house with a worried frown creasing her brow. Don't worry! She knew she shouldn't, but she did, and she couldn't help it. She didn't really know why, either. Den Seifert had certainly been around long enough for her-and for Anthony, too-to get to know him. And as far as either of them knew, Den had never done anything he shouldn't have to their only child. Not that Shirley would have let him, and not that they had really expected him to. They'd never even come home to find the kids downstairs in the rumpus room with the lights turned low. Yet Helen somehow had the feeling that her daughter's date was just biding his time. Maybe it was the slight look of shiftiness about his eyes, the hint of a leer as he looked at Shirley-or at her for that matter. She just didn't know.
She shrugged. Shirley could take care of herself, couldn't she? She was eighteen years old and she had been properly brought up; she knew right from wrong. She herself had impressed on the girl that she mustn't let boys do those awful, lewd things to her that others girls permitted. Oh sure, a good-night kiss on the steps was okay, under the porch light. But that was where it should stop. She didn't want any dirty-minded youngster half-undressing her daughter, running his hands lasciviously over her lovely young body, stroking and caressing her into uncontrollable excitement and then...dear God, taking her like a common whore!
Helen shuddered as she thought of young Crystal Bender, Rudi Seifert's steady, who was known around the neighborhood as an "easy lay." She hadn't really liked the idea of their double-dating with Shirley and the younger cousin. But what was she worrying about, after all? Her daughter had been brought up properly, hadn't she?
In the car, Rudi gunned the motor again, took the next corner on two wheels, and then headed out toward the high school. Once out of sight of the Hibbard home, his right hand snaked out to encircle Crystal's waist, pulling her toward him. She tossed her blonde hair and then slid across the seat, her slim young thigh resting against his muscular leg. He let his hand drop to her knee, eased it slowly up the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thigh, then insinuated one finger under the tight elastic crotch band of her panties to tangle there for a moment in the silky curls of pubic hair before probing gently at the pink fleshy lips of her pussy. "You mind?" he asked gently as she squealed in delight and then curled-up beside him with her head on his shoulder, her plump, ripe young breasts pressed against his side.
Behind them, Den too reached for the girl beside him, dragging her soft young body tight up against his own lean-athletic figure. But Shirley tried to pull away from him. "Don't," she pleaded. "Please don't." There was a note of surprise in her voice: he had never behaved like this before. Why should he start now?
She tried to force his hand away from her leg, tried to pull the diminutive scrap of skirt over her nakedly exposed thigh. And yet his touch on her warm, young body sent tiny little flickers of unwanted excitement racing through her blood in a way she had never experienced before...and in a way that obscurely frightened her, too. She just wasn't that kind of girl, she told herself firmly, and she had certainly made it plain to Den often enough on their dates. Always before he had listened to her, he had respected her. But tonight, somehow, he was different.
He clutched her fiercely to his side, continuing to stroke her smooth, soft skin, as she repeated more urgently, a note of anger rising in her voice: "Don't!"
"Why not?" Den asked coldly.
"Because it isn't right."
He laughed. "Oh come on now, Miss Prim! How long do you intend to keep it?"
"Keep what?"
"Your precious virginity!" he replied with a leer.
Shirley gasped. He had never talked to her that way before! What could have gotten into him? She knew he had a reputation for being crude. Once she had heard some of the girls at school referring to him during a gossip session over hamburgers at lunch-time as "Jack the Raper." But she had felt a kind of pride in the fact that he was never like that with her. She knew all about his unhappy childhood and she imagined that the coarse manners he displayed with others were due to it. She'd even thought she'd been helping in some way to turn him into the fine man he could be, for they'd had fun together without getting involved in anything more than a true friendship. But now? Why should he have changed?
Shirley didn't know the reason, but she knew she didn't like it. She didn't like it one bit and she wanted things to stay the way they had been. And if she wanted things to stay that way, she would have to tell Den straight, tell him like it was. "I intend to keep my virginity until I'm married, of course," she said stiffly.
In the front seat, Crystal stiffened and then turned to give a hoot of cynical laughter as she heard her friend's words. "Oh my God!" she gasped. "Did you hear that? She wants to keep her virginity until she's married!"
Shirley ignored her, staring at Den. "And if you want to know who I'm keeping it for," she said defiantly, "it's for a man who respects me!"
She jerked herself away from him and slid to the far side of the seat, biting her lip. She had been looking forward to this dance for weeks, and now everyone was spoiling it for her! It wasn't that she didn't understand the way Den felt, either. There were times when she wondered herself what it would be like to go off with a boy, the way the other girls did, and let him take her clothes off, let him run his hands, up and down her body, cupping her breasts, playing with the nipples maybe, until they stood up in taut little buds. She'd even thought of what it would be like to lie back on a couch somewhere-or even in the back seat of a car parked in some deserted road-and let her legs go slack while the boy she was with caressed her sensitive flesh, sending little shivers of excitement along her spine. And what it would be like when he reached the tiny triangle of down nestling between her legs...and parted it for his fingers to find the soft flesh of her vagina. She'd wondered too what it would be like if she let him unzip his fly and take out his bulging penis and put it there, right at the tiny glistening slit, then slowly press it forward into the hair-lined crevice, past the tight resisting muscles and into the narrow virginal channel of her unspoiled young pussy. Yes, she'd even thought that far-but then she had cast the idea aside, telling herself fiercely that nobody. . . nobody!...except her husband would ever have that right.
In any case she certainly wasn't going to allow Den Seifert to do anything that might cause her to lose her self-respect, make her feel used and unworthy on her wedding night! She looked at him again, her violet eyes searching his gray eyes, pleading silently as she smoothed down her skirt and sat up properly with her knees firmly pressed together. "Den," she began, "I thought...I thought...well, I just thought that things were different between us. I mean, I like you an awful lot. I guess you know that. And Mom and Dad think it's great the way you come over to the house all the time, honest they do. And I like going out with you and that sort of thing. But I thought...well, gee, I don't want to do things like that with anyone-not even you!"
He looked at her out of the corner of his eye. Shit! he thought. I've probably loused it all up! What if she decided to get out, go home? Dammit, the little bitch was trembling! She meant it-she meant every word she had uttered. Jeez, how square could you be? But if she was like that, the only thing to do was pretend he was sorry-and then go ahead and spike her drinks with the vodka he'd brought Then they would see what happened !
Quickly he said: "Gee, Shirley, I'm sorry. I know how you feel-and I don't like you to feel that way. Not about me. So let's be friends again. Okay?"
She was still looking at him with those wide-open eyes. Gulping, she flashed him a smile and nodded. "Okay, Den," she said thankfully.
By the-time they arrived at the high school the parking lot was almost full of cars. Shirley was humming to herself. She picked out Dale Wilson's Dodge at the end of the lot. She wondered who his date would be. Over there was Randy Scott's beat-up Corvette, and beyond it Harry Townsend's Volkswagen opposite Terry Foster's Dart. Gee! Everyone was here! It was going to be a real fun evening! She could hardly wait to get in on the action! "Come on!" she called gaily as she clambered out of the convertible. "We're just about the last to arrive. What are you all waiting for? Come on!"
When they got to the gym where the dance was being held, a blast of noise greeted their ears from the local rock group. Around the basketball court, transformed for the night into a dance floor, colored crepe paper streamers hung from the light fixtures and balloons bounced against the exercise bars covering the walls. Shirley uttered a soft "Oooooh!" of pleasure, much as she had every time she first saw the Christmas tree as a child, and her eyes sparkled and her heart beat faster. Oh, it was going to be a wonderful, wonderful evening!
"Come on!" she cried again-and she slid into Den's arms and the two of them whirled away across the floor. He left her at the end of the dance and she was swept off by the boy who sat behind her in study hall, a boy whose name she hadn't even known before. And then she was back with Den and he was asking her if she'd like something to drink. Shirley panted a little, breathless from the fast work-out of the dance floor. "I sure would!" she gasped. And then, as he hurried off, she called after him: "A Coke, please!"
She was leaning back against the chair, her slender legs stretched in front of her, when he returned with the drink. It was ice-cold, but as she swallowed it a thread of tingling warmth ran through her. She drained the glass and handed it back. "Good!" she said hoarsely. "Just what the doctor ordered. But it tasted kind of funny. Did you have one yourself?"
Den nodded. "Tasted fine to me," he said.
"Oh, sure. It tasted fine. But it wasn't the way it usually is." She shrugged. "I guess they just don't make them the way they used to."
"Seems just the same to me," the boy said. "You want another?"
"Yeah, I guess I do," Shirley said, her face still flushed from the dancing, the strange warmth of the Coke still coursing through her as she fanned herself.
"Right away, Miss!" He grabbed her glass and threaded his way back through the crowd toward the makeshift bar, where soft drinks and an insipid punch' were being dispensed into paper cups. God damn! He hadn't thought she would notice. Well, that was the way it was, so he'd have to bluff it out, the way he usually did. He grabbed another Coke for her, a punch for himself, and carried them into the cloakroom, dark and deserted now. There was a washbasin in one corner and he poured some of the Coke down the drain. Then he filled up the glass again with vodka from the flask in his pocket, and went back to Shirley.
Once again she drank thirstily from the spiked Coke, paused to mop her perspiring forehead, and said: "Gee! That was good! But it still tastes kind of different."
"Maybe it's you that's different!" Den quipped with a curious smile.
And then, before she could answer, he had grabbed her wrist and whirled her out onto the dance floor. For the whole of the number, as the drums and cymbals thrashed out a compelling rhythm and the electric guitars blared, they gyrated with hips swinging and shoulders lurching. And then, when it was over, Shirley collapsed on her chair once more, fanning herself furiously. But a boy was already bending over her, asking for the next dance. And then another. By the time Den finally found her again, she was exhausted, her back braced against the hard chair, her feet spread in front of her. "Heavens ! " she panted. "I sure am glad to see you, Den! Would you mind getting me another Coke?"
"Sure. Back in a minute."
Once again he darted off and brought back a heavily spiked drink. She drank it down in a single draught, and then said: "That was refreshing! Thanks, Den."
"That's okay," he said. "Wanna dance?"
Shirley nodded. But she didn't get up from the chair. She did want to dance again--wasn't that the whole idea of the midsummer hop?--but somehow she didn't feel like getting to her feet. Her head seemed...well, it seemed almost to be spinning. And the forms of her friends out on the floor were swimming crazily past like a scene in one of those movies where the director shoots through a gauze curtain or under water or something. Her own body felt funny too-limp and warm and yet wonderfully relaxed at the same time. Yet there was a queasy feeling at the pit of her stomach and...no, she really did not want to get up! But she tried to stand-grasping the chair next to hers to steady herself. With help from Den, she managed, only to find that her knees were buckling, her legs like rubber. Dear God! What was the matter with her? Was she ill? Maybe the fish she'd eaten for dinner wasn't quite fresh. She'd been so excited at the idea of the dance that she'd hardly noticed how it tasted. Or perhaps she was falling ill from something. Laverne Truescott had flopped out in class only last week and had to be helped from the room. What was it she had? Mono...mono...mononucleosis, that was it! Dear God, she hoped it wasn't that! They said Laverne would be home in bed for weeks. But wasn't that the thing everyone said was spread by kissing? Well, she hadn't been kissing anyone-except maybe Den, and he didn't look sick. Perhaps it was just that she'd been gulping down too many ice-cold drinks when she herself was hot. They had tasted funny, she reminded herself, even if the fish hadn't.
Whatever it was, she was sure that she'd keel over like a dead fish herself if she tried to dance again. She Wasn't feeling well at all, that was for sure. She sank back on the chair again and said weakly: "Den, d'you mind if we sit this one out?"
"What's the matter?" he asked in feigned surprise. "You sick or something?"
"N-n-no. I'm okay. It's just that I...I feel a little peculiar. I think I'll.. . I think I'll go powder my nose, if you'll excuse me." She struggled to her feet, holding the chair for a few seconds while Den wandered off in search for a new partner, and then, knees, shaking, she teetered off to the girls' rest room. There was a couch there and she sank on it gratefully, resting her head against the wall and closing her eyes. At once her senses started reeling and she shook her head, trying to clear it. When that didn't help, she leaned back, closing her eyes again.
A few minutes later she opened them and looked at the ceiling. A short time before the light hanging from it had appeared to be swaying to and fro like a pendulum; now it hung still as it was supposed to do. The room no longer swirled about her head either and Shirley, taking a deep breath, realized that the tremors fluttering her stomach had also stopped. She wasn't as sick as she had feared t
She still didn't feel really well though. But now she was able to make it across the room, snatch a handful of paper towels, wet them under the faucet, and press the sodden wad to her burning forehead. A little later, after another rest on the couch, she walked unsteadily back into the gym.
The air was thick with the heat given off by a hundred or more cavorting bodies, acrid with cigarette smoke and the pungent odor of sweat, over-laden with the sickly fragrance of carnations and gardenias worn by some of the girls, and strident with pounding music It made Shirley feel slightly ill again and her eyes searched the dance floor for Den. She couldn't see him-and the dancing figures began once again to blur and spin. She gulped in the stale air as sweat broke out on her brow and she knew she had to get out of there-fast. There was an emergency door just beside her, and with a sudden panicky movement she pushed it open and stumbled through on to the macadam surface of the parking lot.
Outside, the air was fresh and cool, blowing deliciously across her fevered face. She inhaled deeply, taking it into her lungs, letting it out slowly, taking it in again. The moon was full, high, and bright, glinting on the shadowed rows of automobiles in front of her. She stood looking beyond them at the dark bulk of trees while the music pulsed insistently in the hall behind. She had no desire to go back inside-at least not yet. She no longer felt sick but she was strangely light-headed. Again she wondered why she felt so odd. And then, intuitively, she knew: Den had spiked the Cokes! That was why he had brought a fresh glass each time instead of coming back with the bottle; that was why he had seemed to disappear on his way from the bar to her seat! And hadn't she smelled something-very faintly, but still something-on his breath in the car? Yes! Now she knew she had!
So she was drunk! For the first time in her life she was drunk! Well, maybe not really drunk, but certainly tipsy. She remembered the way her father drank, the way he was tipsy almost every evening. And she recalled an overheard argument between him and her mother, knew from what she had heard then that excessive drinking excited men sexually, seemed to turn them-her mother had said-into lust-filled animals.
Her mother had warned her time and again against drinking. "Boys have only one thing in mind when they offer you drinks, dear," she had said. "And that's to, well, take advantage of you...they want to, you know, well, go to bed with you." And then, seeing the puzzled expression on her daughter's face she had added: "They want to...play with you, and...and do all those awful things to you."
Now, as Shirley stood and shivered in the parking lot, her mother's words came back to her and a feeling of panic clawed her stomach, bringing back the tremors. Oh dear God! Now she was drunk-and it was her own Den who had deliberately gotten her that way! What was she to do? She couldn't go back to the dance hall where he would be waiting for her. And she could hardly go on standing there at the edge of the parking lot-particularly as her knees still felt a little wobbly. The best thing, she decided, would be to go and sit in the car until she felt sober enough to face her date...and all the other kids in there.
She picked her way across the rough macadam, stumbling slightly, weaving slightly from side to side, her mind a confusion of thoughts. Darn! Why did Den have to go and louse up the evening like this? She had been looking forward to it so much! Heavens! Her stomach did still feel queer! Where on earth was the convertible? Why did Rudi have to park it so far away?
She came upon the car suddenly, almost as though it had materialized in front of her, and held out her hand to touch the familiar and somehow reassuring surface of the fender. The moon had gone in behind a cloud, and she waited a moment, steadying herself against the cool metal, summoning up enough strength to open the wide door and stumble in to collapse on the seat until she was capable Of taking care of herself again. Then, shivering a little in the cool darkness, she heard the muffled sound of voices. She swung around and saw that someone had raised the top of the convertible and wound up the windows...and the voices seemed to come from inside the car! Who on earth? she wondered.
And then, absolutely distinctly this time, she heard the voices again:
"Oh Rudi!...Oh God, darling, do it again! Do it to me again ! "
"Atta-girl!"
"Oh God! Do it! Do it! Suck me! Yes-like that!"
Shirley blanched. The voices were those of Rudi Seifert and Crystal. There could be no mistake about it. But what in God's name could they be doing? The girl's last words, spoken in a kind of breathless scream, had ended in a little shriek, half of pain, half of pleasure!
"like it, baby?" Rudi's voice said thickly.
"Oh God.. . .Love it, love it, love it!"
Her heart thudding in her ribs, the half-tipsy teenager moved cautiously toward the rear of the car. What were they doing in there?
For a brief moment the moon sailed out from between two clouds...and then vanished again. In that instant of brightness, Shirley saw that she was right: it was indeed Rudi and her school friend. Crystal seemed to be partially stripped; she was lying half-naked on the back seat. And the boy. . . ? An electric tingle ran through the lovely young brunette's body. Dear God, what had she stumbled into?
She stood rooted to the spot, unable to pick up her feet and order them to carry her back to the dance hall, unable to move forward either. But some obscure instinct that she ought to intervene, do something to save Crystal from whatever it was going on in there, prompted her to take the latter course. Wetting her lips nervously, she tiptoed toward the rear window of the Galaxy. At that moment the clouds shifted again and the moon swam into a patch of clear sky, flooding the parking lot with brilliance so that every detail was etched into her mind.
Shirley gasped aloud. There in front of her, almost floodlit by the clear-pale light, lay Crystal, completely naked now, spread-eagled on the wide back seat of the car with one leg raised high, pushed up against the cushion toward the rear window, and the other draped down to fall into the foot well...and between these widespread naked legs crouched the kneeling figure of Rudi, head poised lewdly over the girl's trembling pelvis! He was running his lips and tongue lasciviously up and down the girl's soft young body, pausing to fasten his mouth over the snowy mounds of her ripe, full breasts to suck the small red buds of her nipples into quivering hardness. And then as she lay squirming beneath him, his tongue traced a wet path down the flat plane of her heaving belly to lap salaciously at the trembling skin of her inner thighs.
Watching, Shirley stifled a scream and clenched her fists until her fingernails dug into the flesh. There-so near and so clear that she could almost reach out and touch her-lay one of her best friends, naked on a car seat while a man played with her body in the most lewd and depraved fashion! She had never imagined such a thing, and she stood frozen to the spot, unable even to turn away! Oh God-how depraved she was, too, to be watching like this! How evil! And yet she couldn't-she simply could not-help herself!
The moonlight shone on Crystal's beautiful face, contorted now in ecstatic rapture. The excited young girl's mouth hung open; her glassy lust-filled eyes stared sightlessly upwards. And now Rudi, still kneeling over her stretched-out body, slid partially down until he was over the smooth plane of her flat white belly, his face only inches from the soft pubic mound at the base of it. It was then that Crystal's hands reached out, the slim fingers tangling in the boy's hair, pulling his head further and further forward toward her own trembling body. She moaned, her fingers still running frenziedly through his hair as he pressed his hands on her heaving belly, moaned again as he extended his thumbs with a slow torturing outward movement to sink them into the fleshy outer flanges of her cunt. Rotating them slowly, he splayed the soft pubic hairs apart to expose the glistening coral slit of Crystal's vagina. Standing just a few feet away, Shirley could see clearly the tiny bud of her clitoris as it throbbed into hardness, there, just above her distended cuntal opening.
"Oh my God!...Rudi!...You're driving me out of my mind! For God's sake, don't stop, don't stop!..." Her friend's voice once again assailed the watching teenager's ears.
With a hoarse groan, the kneeling boy dropped his head to Crystal's loins-and then his tongue snaked out to flick teasingly at the erect bud of the sprawling girl's clitoris. As his lips closed around it and he drew the soft, warm folds of her cunt up into his mouth, Crystal jerked convulsively, and a whimpering moan escaped her. She began thrashing back and forth on the seat as the insanely probing tip of Rudi's tongue worked its way wetly up and down the length of her wide-splayed cuntal slit, and then her legs shot out to clamp vise-like around his bobbing head, and her hips began to move up and down in a slow, hypnotic rhythm while his invading tongue reamed in and out of her seething, jerking pussy.
Shirley stood stock-still with shock, with fright and with repelled fascination, her mouth hanging open at the lewd sight beyond the window of the Galaxy. As Crystal's mewls and gasps of pleasure floated into the night air, she felt her own body begin to move in time to the frantic undulations of the lewdly coupled pair in the car. She wiped her brow again, wondering if she was still drunk, wanting to cry out, to warn her poor friend whose body was being ravaged by the elder Seifert cousin...and then suddenly an electric shock galvanized her nerves as a pair of hands slipped around her from behind and curled hotly over her trembling breasts I
A scream bubbled up in her throat-but it would not pass her lips. Turning her head, she saw the lust-filled features of Den Seifert, his eyes boring cruelly into her own. She struggled to free herself from his clutches, opened her mouth to scream again-and then almost choked as one of his hands clamped over her mouth to stifle her cry. "Shut up!" he hissed. "They'll hear you! And then you'll lose the free show that's been giving you such a ball!"
"What do you mean?" Shirley gasped in outrage as she wrenched her head free of his grasp.
"That you're loving every minute of it, watching my cousin make out with that little sexpot he brought here tonight...and that you're dying for a shot of the same." Den chuckled.
"How dare you! That's a terrible thing to say!" Shirley whispered fiercely. "You know that isn't true! You know perfectly well, Den Seifert, that I came here just to dance, to have a good time-"
"Yeah!" he interrupted brutally. "And having a good time means doing just what they're doing! Only you're so square you won't even admit it to yourself!"
"That's not true!..." the distraught brunette began, but in her heart of hearts she knew that her date was right. There was a strange excitement coursing up and down her spine at the lewd sight she was witnessing; tiny chills and thrills of pleasure such as she had never experienced were darting through her veins. Besides, if it wasn't true, why hadn't she turned away as soon as she saw what was going on? Now she felt the muscular length of Den's body pressed into her back, felt the boy's stiffening penis as it distended beneath his pants, pushed up against her trembling buttocks.
He slipped his hand into the neckline of her blouse and under the lace of her brassiere,, his fingers trailing gently over the smooth curve of her breast. Then his other arm shot around the quivering girl to massage and cup the twin mounds in a teasing circular motion. She caught her breath, squirming back against him as a little moan of shocked expectancy rose to her lips and was quickly stifled. Den pulled her closer, and she ground the twin half-moons of her buttocks helplessly against his loins as a series of shocks jolted through her. The tiny spasms of unwanted pleasure stirring in her own loins rose to the hardening nipples of her breasts as she felt the stiff length of his cock" press harder into the crevice between her ass-cheeks. She struggled mesmerically to free herself, but he continued maddeningly to tease one nipple with the fingers buried inside her brassiere while his other hand fumbled with the pearl buttons of her blouse. As the last of them slipped through the buttonhole, he drew the cotton garment wide open and then slid it swiftly from her body. It fell to the ground, and she sucked in her breath as the cool evening air played over her bare shoulders, her naked midriff. And now Den's fingers were fumbling clumsily, unsuccessfully with the hook of her sheer little brassiere. After a moment, he grew impatient and with a muttered curse shoved the tight restricting garment up over the swelling mounds of her breasts so that the taut, resilient globes sprung free, their throbbing, distended nipples completely exposed to the panting boy.
She felt his hot hands enclose them, kneading, squeezing, sending a further series of electric thrills searing through her body. And then he turned her around to face him, and his warm, wet mouth closed harshly over hers. For a moment his tongue speared lizard-like into the scalding cavern of her mouth...and then he had lowered his head to close his lips over one nipple, his tongue swirling maddeningly around the tautly erect, tender bud of flesh.
Shirley squirmed with involuntary pleasure as a gasp of surprised delight escaped from her parted lips. Then as she felt the boy's rock-hard penis pressing against her belly through their two layers of clothing, a little warning bell began ringing at the back of the young virgin's mind. Dear God, what was she doing here-and what was she letting Den Seifert do to her? What would her mother say? She was supposed to know right from wrong; she was properly brought up-yet here she was in the high school parking lot, half-naked in the open air while her date for the evening pawed lewdly at her bare skin, sending thrills of lewd pleasure coursing through her blood! As if that wasn't bad enough...as if that didn't give her a one-way ticket to hell to start with!...she was watching the lewd spectacle of one of her best friends being obscenely sucked by her date in the most depraved way imaginable! She must get out of this and run away, she told herself fiercely. She must save herself somehow from further damnation!
And yet she was powerless to do so! For the life of her she could not bring herself to lift one foot.. . not while Den's lips were sending crazy spirals of delight searing through her nakedly exposed breasts: not while she could see Rudi's lips crawling up
Crystal's writhing body, working their way along the soft, resilient flesh while the girl choked and moaned in rapture! The moon disappeared behind a cloud, again, and she was left in the darkness with only the excruciating sensation of Den's hands and lips clawing at her nerves...then suddenly the moonlight flooded back, and she leaned forward, peering against her will through the windows of the car.
She heard the metallic rasp of a zipper being pulled down, saw the thick-rigid cock of the older Seifert boy as it sprang into sudden freedom from the confines of his pants and undershorts. Dear God! It was huge! Thickly veined and glistening darkly in the moonlight, it throbbed in front of his loins like the shaft of a heavy blunt spear poised at the pinkly glistening opening to her friend's vagina. Was he really going to...to ram it up between the wide-splayed fleshy lips pouting between Crystal's trembling, jerking thighs? Surely it was too big? It would split her in two!
Shirley held her breath. And then she saw Rudi slide slowly up along the panting girl's sweat-soaked body until he straddled her breasts. His thick fleshy cock, rigid and red, was poised directly over her widely ovaled mouth, hanging over her soft, moist lips as her tongue flicked out in a desperate attempt to trap it, somehow to suck it down into her straining mouth.
Rudi's loud, lewd laugh split the silence of the night, his face creased into a sadistic grin at the futility of her efforts. Then he grasped the blood-engorged shaft of his iron-hard cock and guided the head forward again, circling it teasingly just beyond her open lips. Her tongue snaked out again, licking greedily at the tiny opening in its tip, savoring the tiny drops of seminal fluid welling from it and then ran along the semen-swollen ridge beneath.
Standing with the panting boy just out of sight of the couple in the car, Shirley herself breathed heavily, desperately trying to understand what they were doing. She had read in the books her mother had given her as a child, of the normal way in which men and women made love when they wanted to have children. And her mother had impressed on her that this was the only valid reason for doing it. But this! A woman actually licking a man's penis and appearing to enjoy it! Why, it must be what they meant when they talked of perversions! It was lewd and evil and disgusting! And yet these two young people who were her own friends were doing this...this depraved thing out here in the car, oblivious of anything but their own wicked pleasure. Worse, her own young body had grown warm with forbidden excitement just watching them!
Now, tense as a violin string tuned too tautly, Shirley jerked, involuntarily as one of Den's hands left her breast to slide teasingly down the valley between the two snowy mounds, across her soft, unresisting belly, and under the narrow elastic waistband of her panties. She held her breath as he teased thrillingly at the sparse patch of silky pubic hair between her legs; and then his probing middle finger was playing with the already moistly seeping slit of her pussy, searching out and finding the tiny throbbing bud of her clitoris as she jerked convulsively again at the alien touch. The tiny shaft of flesh sprang into quivering life as Den's fingers slipped further down to part the quivering fleshy lips of her vagina, snaked insidiously between them, inside the hot, wet wells of her virgin cunt as wild shocks of maddening pleasure shot through and through her. She was further excited by the feel of the huge throbbing length of his cock burrowing rigidly into the flesh of her hip as his hand worked feverishly between their straining bellies.
Then suddenly her head was poking forward, her eyes wide with shock, as Rudi stopped his teasing inside the car and thrust his throbbing, fleshy staff forward, plunging it deep into the squirming girl's mouth!
Shirley gasped again, more shocked than she had ever been in her life-and more frightened, too. Surely Crystal would choke on it! It was so thick and so long! In agony, the inexperienced young brunette tensed herself in anticipation of the sounds of choking, of helpless gagging, that she was sure would come from the Galaxy, wondering how she could help her friend. But no such sounds came. Instead, as Rudi began undulating his hips to fuck in and out of the girl's distended lips, Crystal began to suck hungrily on the rigid length of pulsating flesh imbedded between them. The obscene sight brought a groan from the younger girl who instinctively put out her own tongue, running it around her parched lips. Again the little electric thrills of pleasure surged through her, and she felt with a shiver of nervous shame the moisture seeping from her pussy to drench Den's slaving fingers between her legs.
He sawed them furiously in and out of her wetly throbbing cunt, twisting and turning the tips as she writhed ecstatically in her impalement, moving now in rhythm to the expanding and contracting lips of the girl in the car. And then as she watched, riveted, through the window, Rudi withdrew his penis from Crystal's mouth with a weird sucking noise and slid down the length of her body until his rigid cock was poised over the pinkly gleaming hole of her cunt.
He grasped the thickly bulging cudgel with one hand and guided it forward, grazing the drenched pussy hair, parting the long narrow slit of Crystal's warm, moist cunt. The rubbery purplish head pressed insistently against the tight elastic opening...and then suddenly surged inside, and the horrified Shirley saw it disappear between the wet, sucking walls. Crystal thrashed and moaned beneath him, impaled on the rigid pole of flesh, and then slowly relaxed, taking the long, hard length deep inside her belly. She began moving back and forth on the rigidly imbedded shaft now, rotating her hips and grinding her ass-cheeks down into the cushions of the car seat, mewling with delight as Rudi-fucked in and out, plunging far into her warmly throbbing flesh.
Just beyond the Galaxy, Shirley stood motionless with fascination as Den continued to finger-fuck her, running his eyes lewdly up and down her slim, trembling figure. Her own eyes were glued hypnotically to the obscene coupling inside the convertible where Crystal's wild, demoniacal thrusts were met with equal fury by Rudi's pelvis as he smacked furiously into her, forcing her naked buttocks down time and again against the seat. Her legs curled and uncurled around his body, her heels drumming into his hips as their bellies slapped lewdly together in the night.
The two of them were panting wildly now, their bodies glistening in the half-light with tiny streams of sweat. A low, unearthly gurgle spilled crazily from Crystal's throat as she began to jerk spasmodically against the penis sunk deep inside her nakedly thrusting belly. At the same time, Rudi groaned above her and ground his loins down hard against hers as his cock began a wild staccato jerking that throbbed its milky sperm far up into her obscenely milking cunt. The thick viscous fluid filled the girl completely, flowing around the distended pink lips of her inflamed pussy while a tiny rivulet leaked out to run down the wide-split crevice of her buttocks and stain the pale cover of the seat. The exhausted young couple jerked against each other for a moment longer and then subsided to lie quietly together.
Outside the convertible, Shirley felt Den's middle finger plunging in and out of her, fucking her as she watched the others fucking. Dear God, little waves of fire were licking fiercely all over her vodka-crazed body, sending exquisite tingles of pleasure such as she had never known along every vein and nerve! She rocked back and forth on the lewdly impaling digit, the incoherent cries of her friends' climax still ringing in her ears. What was she to do? This was wicked, wicked, and she knew it! Yet she wanted it to go on forever.
She rocked back and forth again, oblivious of everything but the explosive pinpricks of ecstasy that showered her body. And then suddenly, she felt the warm, wet gush of her own orgasmic juices...shuddered uncontrollably as her entire being was racked by a hitherto unknown joy that seemed to possess her completely, sending her spiraling up into the sky, transforming her into something ethereal. Dear God! She had never, never felt like this before! Never, never, never! Another spasm trembled through her half-naked body, her deliriously convulsing limbs...and with it, again came that maddening joy that lifted her to new heights of feeling, where nothing mattered anymore and everything was beauty! It seemed to go on for an eternity, that overwhelming ecstasy...and then Shirley shuddered once more and opened her eyes to realize where she was and what she had done.
In a thunderbolt of clarity and self-loathing, she became aware that she had been standing in the school parking lot all this time, that she had let Den Seifert undress her and finger-fuck her in the most obscene way possible, that she had in fact become one of those very girls against whom her mother had so often warned her...and, worst of all-much, much the worst of all-she had enjoyed it, actually enjoyed every depraved moment of it!
With a shock of horror, she realized in the same moment that the boy was still hunched against her body, his fingers plunged inside the warm, wet walls of her hotly clasping, plundered cunt. And then she saw that her breasts, her shoulders, were completely bare...her blouse crumpled on the moonlit ground at her feet. With a sudden desperate gesture of revulsion and self-disgust, she pushed him violently away from her.
Caught off-balance, Den staggered and fell to the ground with a small cry of astonishment. The next moment she had scooped up her discarded garment and was running wildly away, sobbing harshly, racing away, away across the parking lot toward the merciful shelter of the trees, trying frantically to pull her clothes around her as she ran. She ducked behind some cars, skirted others, hurried into the shadows to hide her shame from prying eyes. And then, at the edge of the wood, she stopped, panting hoarsely. Should she go in under the trees? Was it safe? Might there be prowlers who would. . . ? With a toss of her head, she plunged into the darkness. What more could happen to her than already had? What could be worse?
She roamed in the still silence from one huge pine to another, picking her way carefully along the soft needle carpet in the dim radiance filtering through the branches from the moonlight far above. Finally, she sank down exhausted on a bed of moss, resting her head against the scaly bark of a tree. Her tears began to fall then, cascading in scalding drops down her ashen cheeks. Her confused mind picked at the events of the past hour like a tongue probing an aching tooth. What had she done? And why? How could she have allowed herself to fall into such disgrace? Why had she submitted to such depravity?
There was only one answer to those questions, and she knew it already. Because she had wanted to! She had wanted, had enjoyed, the lewd probing of Den's fingers in her virginal little cunt, had delighted in watching Crystal's obscene sucking of Rudi Seifert's cock...and later his shocking ravishment of her body. Oh, they were wicked, all of them-but she was wicked, too; she was even worse because she knew better; she had been properly brought up! She came from a good home, which was certainly something that Rudi and Den had never enjoyed. And this...this was the way she repaid her parents! By disgracing herself! Shirley wept anew.
She had sobbed herself out and was sitting huddled under the tree, her clothes properly buttoned and fastened in place again, her arms wrapped around her knees, when she heard her name being called softly. "Shirley?...Are you there?...Shirley, baby, can you hear me?..." It was Den's voice, but she made no answer.
"Shirley?...Shirleee! Where are you?..." he called, his voice growing fainter now as he moved away through the wood. It had almost dwindled away into silence when, on an impulse, she cried suddenly: "Here, Den! Here I am!"
"Where?"
"Here!" she shouted. "This way.. . "
He followed the sound as she called again and again, finally almost stumbling over her hunched figure as he came around the bole of the pine. "Gee!" he panted. "I thought I'd never find you!" He dropped down beside her, feeling for her cold hand. "You mad?" he asked gently-and then when she began to sob again, he said contritely: "Don't be mad, hon. I'm sorry, honest I am. Jeez, I don't know what got into me!"
"You do too, Den Seifert!" she shot tearfully back at him. "You know darned well what got into me, anyway! You spiked those drinks, just so's you could...because you wanted to...to do that to me!"
He was silent for a moment and then he said, "Okay. I spiked the drinks. But you don't know how long I've wanted you, baby. You just don't know!"
"You must think I'm no better than Crystal ! " she flared.
In the faint light she saw him shake his head. "I don't think that," he said. "How could I?" Suddenly he chuckled. "If I did, why, you'd have been doing to me just what she did with my cousin! And then I wouldn't be sitting here trying to apologize to you."
"Oh...is that what you're trying to do? Apologize?" Shirley made her voice cold and sarcastic, the way she had heard her mother do.
"Christ!" Den exclaimed. "Can't you tell?" And then when she didn't answer, he added defiantly: "Well, I am. I'm sorry, real sorry. Is that okay? Do you understand?"
Shirley said nothing. Then slowly, she reached out her hand and took his. They sat silent for a moment, and at last Den said softly: "Is there anything I can do?"
"I'd like to go home."
"Okay, I'll take you. Right away." He rose to his feet, brushing the pine needles from his pants and then held out his hands to help her up.
"But...aren't they still in the car?" Shirley asked.
"I guess not. I.. . I think I saw them go back into the gym. Anyway, I have the keys. The car's there. It's up to you."
"I really would like to go home," Shirley said. "Please take me."
He stared at her for a long moment. Jesus, but he'd wanted her! And he'd planned it all so he would have her. If only she hadn't caught on to the vodka in those damned Cokes! If only he hadn't spiked them too heavily so that the kid became sick and had to go out! If only he could have gotten her inside the car instead of outside! If only Rudi and that little sexpot hadn't climaxed so soon! Shit, the whole deal had gone sour on him-but if he wanted to make it with her another time, the only thing he could do now was play the little gentleman...and bide his time. "Come on," he said hoarsely. "Let's go."
She followed him out of the wood and across the parking lot to the car in which she had witnessed such obscenities such a short time ago. She couldn't even bring herself to look at the back seat. She slumped against the passenger door in front while Den climbed behind the wheel and started the motor, not speaking to her, and then turned out of the lot onto the highway.
It took them only a few minutes to reach the quiet street on which the Hibberd home was located, where the boy braked to a stop. The house was in darkness. Maybe, Shirley thought, Mom had decided to go out after all. Maybe she really had turned in early, like she said...except that she usually read in bed, and there would be a light showing in the front bedroom window. It seemed kind of strange-but she wasn't going to start asking questions now: enough things had happened already for one night. It was enough that she was home!
Reaching across the seat, she grabbed Den's hand, squeezed it once, and then opened the door, slid out of the car and ran up the flagstones to the darkened porch.
CHAPTER THREE
The phone was ringing as Helen Hibberd turned to re-enter her house after waving her daughter good-bye. She still wore her troubled frown as she hurried to answer it...and the frown changed to a start of surprise when she realized that the caller was Harry Franks, head of the Claims Department of Anthony's insurance company and her husband's immediate boss. Was Anthony home, he asked. No, of course not, Helen answered with a tinge of annoyance. Surely Harry must know that Anthony had left for San Francisco; he was the top man there, wasn't he? Why, he'd probably arranged the trip to the Coast himself! In fact she was sure he had; Anthony had mentioned it before he left! And now here he was calling up to ask...Helen shrugged her shoulders. It was a mad world!
But there wasn't a thing she could do about it but be polite. "I'm sorry, Mr. Franks-he's in San Francisco," she heard herself saying sweetly. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Well-uh-no, I guess not." Frank's usually bluff voice was strangely hesitant. "Unless...perhaps, Mrs. Hibberd-or may I call you Helen?"
She sighed. He was going to, anyway, so why argue? "But of course," she said politely.
"Okay. That's fine, just fine...look, Helen, I was just wondering if I could...that is to say, there's a contract here that I'd like to show your better half."
"But he's on the Coast. I just told you," Helen said patiently.
"Yeah...yeah, I know. But I thought, if I could-uh-just stop by with these papers that he'll have to sign..."
"Couldn't you just leave them on his desk in the office?" she asked. "If you put them on top of all the other stuff, I'm sure he'll see them first thing Monday morning. Then he'll be able to go over them right there, where all his files are and-and that way he'll be able to sign them almost as soon as he gets back."
After a short silence Franks replied: "Of course you're right. The wives are always right. You know, quite frankly, we depend a hell of a lot on your judgment to keep your husbands really on their toes! And I must say, Mrs. Hibberd-uh-Helen, that you seem to be one of the most alert, the most understanding of them all. That was why I thought it might be a good idea to come over with the papers and maybe go over them with you first. You see, really we consider you to be the better half!" He gave a short bark of laughter when Helen didn't reply, and then added: "Okay?"
"Well, of course I'm flattered by what you say," she answered in a puzzled voice, "but I really don't understand what you're getting at."
"Just this. We think Anthony relies on you a lot for advice.. . . " She started to protest, but his booming voice cut across her words. "No, no-it's true. And we're expecting you to give that husband of yours some real good advice on this deal. So I thought if you just looked the papers over and had them real handy for him when he gets back.. . "
"But he won't be back until Monday. That's almost a week, Mr. Franks!"
"Harry!" he interjected. "Call me Harry, and I'll call you Helen. Okay?"
She'd already told him it was okay, Helen thought angrily. What was the matter with him? And what did he want? Certainly not her business advice...and he surely wouldn't want her to advise Anthony either; it was a standing joke in the family that she had about as much business acumen as a jackass, that she couldn't be trusted with a shopping list, let alone balancing her own check-book! So what was he after? She heard him breathing heavily down the line. "Okay?" he asked again.
"Okay what?" Oh, yes-she was to call him by his first name. "Okay, Harry," she said wearily.
"That's great, just great," he said. "So I thought that if I could maybe just drop by for a few minutes and talk to you . , "You said you wanted to go over some papers," she reminded him.
"Sure, sure. That too. Now what do you say if I call by in about fifteen minutes, maybe half an hour?"
Helen sighed. She would have liked to answer, "Never!" but after all he was Anthony's boss. What else could she do? "Make it a little later," she said at last.
"About an hour, then?"
"Very well. About an hour." She hung up and walked into the living room. She supposed she would have to go upstairs and dress before he came, but she could afford to relax a little. She picked up a magazine, glanced at a feature entitled How To Understand Your Teenage Daughter, found it less than helpful.. . and fell to wondering again about Shirley and the boy she was with. She had forgotten her doubts in the confusion of Frank's telephone call. But now, although she allowed her mind to dwell on Shirley and the Seifert boy, her thoughts kept returning to her husband's superior and his puzzling call. Just what could be on Harry Frank's mind...?
What was on Harry Frank's mind was, quite simply, Helen herself-Helen talking to him, Helen going over papers, Helen naked, or better still, Helen thrashing beneath him in a bed while he rammed his rock-hard cock deep inside her cunt until it bludgeoned against her cervix I
He stood in his apartment beneath a hot shower, running his hands over his stocky body, lathering his penis, his balls, feeling them swell as he handled them and thought lasciviously of his underling's wife. He was going to have that woman, he thought with exhilaration! He was going to have her within the next hour or two, screw her silly, fuck her as she'd never been fucked before! Oh, he'd heard all the stories about her...he'd heard she was the original frigid woman. And he'd seen that poor slob of a husband of hers come slinking into the office with his tail between his legs after one of those nights-those too frequent nights when the missus wouldn't come across. He'd even felt sorry for the poor bastard, but not for very long. He figured it was his own fault if he couldn't make out, if he couldn't work out the way to handle it. The way
Harry Franks could.. . .
The idea had come to him on vacation in Mexico-or, to be more exact, it had been given to him by a raven-haired woman in a market with an impudent smile, who had buttonholed him and confided that she had the secret of all the world's joy for sale in the little sachets of herbs and drugs in the tray she carried slung around her neck. This magic powder, she assured him, would make him aba-sol-utely irreesisteeble to women! He needed only to slip a tiny pinch into a girl's food, or better still her drink, to arouse her to heights of passion he had never dreamed of! From then on, of course, it was-uh-up to the senor. But she was sure-with an insolent and lascivious stare at the bulge in his pants that her words had already stimulated-that he was quite capable of handling that himself! Franks haggled over the outrageous price demanded, and it was only when she told him of the special extra quality the aphrodisiac possessed that he finally gave in and bought a packet of the stuff. For it appeared that the elixir was also in some way an hallucinogenic.. . it made the lover appear to the woman who had been given it not as himself but as the man she most desired!
Franks was grinning to himself as he left the marketplace. Jeez! What couldn't he do with this little bombshell! He thought of trying it out on his wife-who was, he had to admit, a lousy lay-to find out who her dream man really was. But then he thought;-no! Why waste it on that old bag? He would keep it for Helen Hibberd, whom he'd been lusting after ever since the first time he saw her, years back when her husband joined the firm! And tonight, with old Anthony safely away in San Francisco, would give him the opportunity to try it out.. .
It should be child's play, he thought gleefully as he dried himself, dusted talcum over his meaty body and sprayed himself with the expensive deodorant his wife left ostentatiously on the bathroom shelf...but what was going to take place in the Hibberd home was to be strictly adult entertainment Slipping the magic packet into his pocket when he was dressed, he called downstairs t his wife: "I have to go out and see someone about that damned Benson contract."
Marsha Franks looked up from the detective story she was sharing with the television and a large box of chocolates. "Oh?" she said absently.
"Yeah. Dammit, I wish to hell I could get some sort of job where I didn't have to work these godawful hours," he said with simulated disgust. And then he left, letting the screen door bang after him, to hurry do the driveway and clamber into his car.
Helen Hibberd, dressed now in a crisp lemon-yellow dress that zipped all the way up the front, was sitting in the living room, still wondering what on earth was on her husband's boss's mind when she heard the hiss of tires and the squeal of brakes that announced his arrival in front of the house.
What could be the reason for his visit"! she asked herself. Business? It didn't seem-likely...unless of course he was planning to give her the business! She wouldn't put it past him, she thought, remembering how he'd tried to maneuver her into a corner at last year's Christmas party. Well, she'd taken care of him then and she could do it again. She didn't really think he'd be that barefaced...but if he was, she would just ask him-politely; he was, after all, Anthony's boss-to leave. She must be careful not to drink too much. One Scotch, two at the most, and weak ones at that. Plus the fact that she must see that her guest didn't overindulge either; he might be just like Anthony!
She opened the front door as Franks hurried up the driveway. "Hi!" she called out with a forced smile. "Nice to see you again!"
"Nice to see you," he answered heartily, "and what a splendid sight it is, at that! You're looking gorgeous tonight, Helen. Good enough to eat, if I may say so-which reminds me; have you had dinner?"
"Yes, there was some steak in the icebox...and that looked good enough to eat too. So I ate it," she quipped weakly, in an attempt to turn the conversation away from her looks.
Franks chuckled heartily. "A comedian yet!" he joked, slapping her playfully on the shoulder. "Well, if you've eaten, maybe you'd dare to sample this!" He handed her the bottle of whisky he was carrying.
"Well, that's very kind of you," Helen said, taking the bottle gingerly. Darn it, she thought. If he had brought a bottle, that meant that he intended to drink a lot himself...and now she couldn't make an excuse and pretend that she'd run out of the stuff! She remembered the advice she had so often drummed into Shirley about men and liquor. She must be careful tonight to follow it herself....
"Please sit down," she said, leading him into the living room. "I'll go fix you a drink." As she went into the kitchen, he sank down heavily on the couch.
Twisting the top off the bottle he had brought, she splashed a generous measure over ice cubes in a glass and called out: "Soda?"
"On the rocks."
Helen sighed. Pouring herself a weak Scotch and soda, she placed the drinks on a tray, added a dish of salted peanuts, and carried the tray into the living room, where she placed it on a low table in front of the couch and then sat down in a chair opposite.
"Cheers!" she said, raising her glass.
"Cheers, Helen!" Franks raised his own glass and allowed his eyes to rove up and down her luscious body, resting on the ripely swelling spheres of her breasts outlined beneath the tight lemon material of the dress, the full, sensuous hips, the slender, tapered columns of her legs. Jesus, he could hardly wait to slip that Mexican love potion into her glass...and then shove his long, thick cock deep into her soft belly! But he'd have to wait; he couldn't afford to make her suspicious at this stage. For a long moment he sat there tongue-tied, wondering what the hell to say to this lovely creature who was sending lust-crazed bolts of fire through his loins. It was almost a laugh; here he was, at his age, with all his experience of women, sitting like a gauche adolescent trying to screw up enough courage to kiss a girl! Yet he couldn't for the life of him think of how to open the ball, of what to say!
He was jolted back to awareness by Helen's cool voice. "Now just what was it you wanted to see me about?" she inquired.
"Oh yeah...well, Helen, as you know...as I told you on the phone a little while ago.. . "
"You said you wanted me to look over some papers," she reminded him.
"Papers. Yeah, that's it. The papers..." Seizing the excuse, he bent down, unzipped his briefcase, and began rummaging inside. Then, finding some printed contracts and a sheet of paper covered with figures, he pulled them out and smoothed them on his fleshy knee. "Now," he said, "if you'd just go over these with me-uh, perhaps it'd be better if you came and sat beside me here." He patted the couch with a boyish grin.
Helen made a small grimace and rose to bring her drink over. As soon as she was settled by his side, he shuffled through the papers, picked up a pen, and began checking off a row of figures. "Now," he said, "as you can see, the claims situation over the past five years with the McClusky account.. . "
"Oh?" she interrupted him in surprise, "I imagined it would be the Benson account you wanted to talk about. That's the one that Anthony is..."
"Later," he said, recovering himself quickly after a moment of dismay. "Td just like you to go over these first....Benson and McClusky, they're the two sides of the same coin, one good and one bad...you'll see from the balance made out..." H paused, glanced at the two empty glasses on the tray, and said: "How about a refill?"
In her turn, Helen seized on the excuse. She couldn't make head or tail of the figures-coin or no coin! "I'll get it," she said briskly, beginning to push herself to her feet.
"No, no. Let me. Don't worry, I can find my way around." He cut short her excuses and rose hastily, taking the empty glasses into the kitchen. Pouring Scotch into both glasses, he added ice, soda for Helen, and then-taking the packet from his pocket-allowed a pinch of the dark-colored powder to fall into her drink and stirred it vigorously until it dissolved. This done, he hurried back to the couch.
"Cheers!" he said, handing the refreshed and drugged drink to her.
Helen took it unsuspectingly and lifted it to her lips. The whiskey had an odd flavor, a little bitter somehow, and for a moment she thought Harry must have mixed tonic with it instead of soda. She tasted it again. No, that wasn't it...but it definitely didn't taste like a normal Scotch. She looked expectantly at her guest, to see if he had noticed anything, but he was pouring over his figures again, apparently unconcerned. She shrugged and continued sipping.
He was pointing out more figures to her, drawing a relationship between columns on two separate sheets of paper, and she tried hard to concentrate. But she never had had a head for figures and these, the way he explained them, seemed less comprehensible than most. They even began to move, shifting up and down, from side to side, on the page as she looked. She passed the back of her hand over her forehead and screwed up her eyes. Maybe she needed glasses? And how strange that her brow was sticky and damp! Again she stared at the figures-silly little columns of numbers marching up and down the paper like those ten thousand men in the old nursery rhyme about the Grand Old Duke of York! How did it go? ". . . he had ten thousand men. He marched them up to the top of the hill-then he marched them down again!" The brassy military tone whirled through her head as she tried desperately to concentrate, fixing her eyes on those numbers-or were they really English soldiers?
At last her eyes closed-it seemed of their own accord. Her head was spinning and her mind began to reel. The English soldiers were marching crazily through her brain-or were they columns of figures on a page? She leaned back on the couch a little, wishing she lid sleep, hoping that Franks wouldn't notice...and then everything went blank.
Perhaps she slept, she could never be sure. She only knew that, later on, the man sitting next to her had his arm around her. She couldn't remember him putting it there. But somehow it gave her great comfort, though she was uncertain why. She blinked her eyes. Everything seemed kind of hazy-she couldn't even be sure at first who it was sitting next to her on the couch with his arm around her like that. But then of course it seemed perfectly obvious; why, it was Anthony, of course! Her husband. Who else would take such a liberty?
She let her head fall on his shoulder and started to croon softly with pleasure. She had never felt like this before about Anthony, never experienced the hot throbbing between her legs that was spreading like wildfire through her entire body, the little stir of quickening blood deep within her veins...she sensed with a purr of contentment the air on her skin as he pulled down the zipper that ran the length of her dress in front. Dazedly, she tried to help him. He seemed so gentle now, not at all like he had been those other times when he'd been drinking too much. And now, as Harry Franks eased the dress off her shoulders, ran his hands down the awakening mounds of her breasts, and over her belly to the fleshy folds of her cunt, he smiled with gleeful satisfaction. It had cost him a pretty penny to buy the love potion from the Mexican girl in the marketplace-but it was working better than he had dared hope. It wouldn't be long before he possessed this woman he had lusted after so long. Already her body was beginning to respond to his caresses as his hands stroked her skin into a cauldron of desire.
Deep in her drugged mind, Helen knew that she wanted him, wanted him as she had never wanted anything in her life. Her body ached to be touched gently, to feel him as he thrust up inside her-as he would, she knew, and soon, dear God, soon-so that the terrible longing that was thundering through her veins would be silenced. Now, though, it was building unbearably as his maddening fingertips played lasciviously over her half-clad body. She had known her dress had been removed-she had even helped this wonderful man she had married to take it off her-and yet she was still hazily aware that she still wore her brassiere, her panties, even the garter belt and hose that she had donned to greet Anthony's boss when he came with those papers he wanted her to see. But he was no longer here-though Helen could no longer remember him leaving-and her beloved husband was sitting beside her, stroking her sensitive skin. His thrilling touch sent sharp flames of desire dancing through her, and she wanted more than anything in the world to please him, to make him as happy as he was making her. What better way, she thought foggily, than to take off the rest of her clothes? She slipped her hand under the narrow tip of her brassiere, and slid it off her shoulder...finding herself unutterably pleased when he helped her to unhook it and release her breasts from the constricting garment. She guided his hands to the thin elastic waistband of her panties, then aided him as he eased the flimsy nylon gown over her hips. She stood before him for a moment, lowing somehow that he wanted to look at tier as she was then, in nothing but her high-heeled pumps, her garter belt, and her stockings. And then, with his help, she re-loved these too.
Frank's hand roved over her magnificently swelling breasts, down the smooth, flat plane of her stomach, to her firmly rounded hips. His touch sent tiny flames of sensation searing through her nowerect nipples, trembled shudders of excitement in her tight, hot vagina. She felt moisture welling up between her pussy lips to seep down between her legs...and she took immeasurable pride in the fact. "Oh, Anthony darling..." she crooned, leaning over him as he sat splay-kneed on the couch before her to tangle her hands in his hair. She pulled his head toward her until his lips touched her throbbing breasts and his tongue flicked out to run lightly, tantalizingly over the resilient snowy mounds. He fastened his mouth over one of her taut, rose-red nipples and began to suck hard on it, taking it deep into his mouth while she moaned with an ecstatic pleasure she had never before experienced.
Once again she called out her husband's name, imploring him to take her. "Oh, Anthony darling...do it again...yes, Anthony my love, do it to me, do it to me..."
Franks pulled her down on the couch, then pushed her gently backwards until she lay spread out on the cushions. Shoving her unresisting thighs wide apart, he crouched over her recumbent body and allowed his head to drop to within a few inches of her moist, hot vagina in its nest of hair. Helen moaned, once more whispering her husband's name, as he licked out suddenly with his tongue at the narrow quivering slit. . . then he rested the palms of his hands against the soft, trembling skin of her inner thighs and slowly pried the fleshy, wet cuntal lips apart with his thumbs until the moistly throbbing furrow was completely exposed to his hungry devouring mouth.
Now his tongue shot out again to flick at the quivering clitoris snuggling within her scalding secret flesh, to circle it and swirl maddeningly against its taut, fleshy bud while his lips sucked lewdly at her cunt, drawing the warm, soft folds deep into the cavern of his mouth. He began to work his tongue up and down the length of the narrow wet slit as the muscled walls of her now gaping vagina clasped moistly around it, pulling it deeper and deeper inside. "Anthony!" she cried wildly. "Oh, Anthony . .
Harry Franks grinned salaciously above her tensed, passion-incited body. God, he'd never experienced anything like it.. . never expected it.. . never had a woman so hot, so demanding in his life! And he was the man to give her what she wanted; it added immeasurably to his pleasure to know that he had her completely at his mercy, in a way the real Anthony never had! As his lips rounded over the tight little cunt-hole in her madly squirming pussy, he thrust his tongue deep inside and she mewled passionately, closing her thighs convulsively around his moving head. Her heels pressed into his back, forcing his body close to hers, his head even deeper into the heaving open vee of her nakedly writhing loins. Jesus, the bitch was hot! The frenzied sexual excitement shuddering through her spurred on an answering ecstasy in him; his penis hardened to a stiffness he had never known before, grew explosively, almost beyond his control. He had to fuck her; he had to fuck her now!
Helen pulled at his head again, drawing it closer up against her trembling pussy mound as her up-drawn legs opened and closed convulsively around it. She moaned once more, calling out her husband's name. She had never known he could make her so ecstatic, so happy. She loved him; she truly did! And now it was her turn to make him as happy as he was making her...she splayed her legs wider still, opening her secret treasure to the man she thought was Anthony. The sheer sensuality of the movement, the opening, inviting gesture, drove Harry Franks into a state of near-frenzy. He couldn't stand it any longer-he was going out of his damned mind! He raised himself above her and dragged himself off the couch. Through drug-fogged eyes, she saw that he was taking his clothes off. But why shouldn't he? He was her husband, wasn't he? They had been married for, oh, so many years; after so long a time, what secrets could they have from each other? What was there to conceal? She watched as his shirt dropped to the floor, his pants, his shoes, his socks, his cotton under-shorts. She gasped in amazement as his thick rigid cock sprang free of his undergarments. It was so big! She'd never realized her husband was so generously equipped! And now it was throbbing, its head blood-swollen and smooth, its whole length stiff and purplish, as he grasped it between his finger and thumb and guided it down toward her wetly glistening pussy-hole, eagerly awaiting the entrance of his rock-hard staff.
Once again Franks crouched over the lewdly-splayed naked body on the couch and slowly massaged the heavy foreskin back and forth over the jerking head of his penis as she lay beneath him, whimpering in her need. Her arms snaked around his back, pulling him close, her legs shot out again, clasping his body tight to hers as she moaned in wild abandon. Now his rigid cock brushed against her sparse pubic hair, drenched with the moisture seeping from her cuntal passage. He planted his hands on her shoulders as she locked her ankles behind his neck. Looking down, he could see between their bodies the throbbing lips of her vaginal slit opening wide in invitation...in hungry desire.. . for fulfillment!
He shoved himself forward, pushed open the interfolded lips of Helen's vagina, flicked his hips forward, then pressed again until the huge bulbous cockhead grazed them. She gasped with pain at the abrupt invasion...and then, as he rammed it deeper, gave a choked scream. The sound of her agonized voice sent thrills of sadistic pleasure coursing through Frank's body. Okay, he would make the bitch scream for mercy...to pay her back for all the times she had evaded and avoided-him in the past! He might never have her again, but this time he would screw the frigid bitch into a helpless, whimpering mass of desire, begging for everything he had to give her. And he would begin by ramming his cock all the way in.. . right up to the hilt!
Flexing his muscles, he arched his hips and lunged forward in one sharp, energetic movement to send his lust-inflated cock racing into the depths of her fearfully cringing cunt. She shuddered beneath him on the couch, lewdly impaled on his hugely pulsating shaft, as the hot searing pain of his entry tore cruelly at her insides. "Oh, no!" she cried despite herself. "Oh, Anthony darling . . .NO!"
But Anthony's boss stretched his arms out to pin her shoulders to the cushions while his widespread knees held her thighs apart and the hotly pulsing cockhead burrowed deeper and deeper into her belly. Helen screamed again, more loudly this time. She had never felt anything this deep, never felt the tight lips of her cunt stretched this way before. Dear God, Anthony was going to split her wide open! For a moment she tensed her thigh muscles tightly together in a futile attempt to ward off the pain of the relentlessly invading, fleshy instrument fucking deep inside her...then her plundered cunt gave in completely and clasped itself glove-like around his sperm-bloated shaft. As he began a slow rocking movement, sawing the hard, thick cudgel in and out of her soft flesh, he felt her body coming to life beneath him, felt the climax of all that he had so long desired approaching.
He could hardly contain himself as she lay back shamelessly now, legs splayed wide as her head rolled from side to side in passionate delight. The sharp pain of his entry had died away, and in its place there was a maddening electric tingle that began somewhere deep inside her and spread like so many tiny lightning bolts through her entire frame-rising to set the hair-fringed lips of her cunt afire, enveloping her milk-white thighs, her gently swelling belly, her sensitive, heaving breasts. She rotated her hips insanely from side to side, skewered on the thick, fleshy rod as she ground her buttocks deep into the cushions of the couch in wild abandon.
Harry began to fuck in and out, driving his hard, throbbing cock deep into her belly, withdrawing it until only the wetly seeping tip was left clasped inside the scalding elastic sheath of her cunt, plunging it back into her obscenely sucking vaginal passage. Helen groaned in wanton passion, mouthing her husband's name over and over again. At last, she thought, at long last, she was sharing with him the wonderful joy she had been denied for so long! Anthony had become the lover she had dreamed of, gentle, tender, and yet eliciting the most passionate response she had ever known from her sensually alive body!
A half-crazed smile played around her lips as these hallucinations raced through her drug-blurred mind. She began to thrash and buck madly against his savagely invading thrusts...and then suddenly her warm, thick juices were flowing around his deeply imbedded, jack-hammering cock and at last she panted out the words in a strangled shriek:
"Oh...oh...oh! Oh no! Oh my God, my darling...my darling Anthony...I'm cumming...I'm cumming...yes, I'm c-c-c-cumming!"
Her body jerked in a series of violent uncontrollable spasms; her back arched up off the couch-and then another shudder trembled through her racked frame and warm, wet cum flooded over Harry's lustfully pounding penis to seep down between her legs, trickle into the narrow perspiring crevice between her trembling buttocks and over his sperm-bloated balls onto the cushions, Her legs opened obscenely wide and she lay quietly for a few moments, panting, her squashed breasts heaving beneath his hairy chest. Then she stirred again, feeling the hardened length of his desire-swollen staff still skewering deep into her ravaged belly.
She opened her eyes...and through the film of drugs and drink saw her own dear husband hunched over her, felt the insane stirrings of sensual pleasure once more as he ran his hands over the smooth, soft skin of her breasts and hips. Gasping at the touch, she began to plead softly with him; "Oh, darling...darling Anthony...Anthony darling, do it again...do it to me, darling...it's so wonderful; do it to me again, please!"
Above her contorted face and unseeing drug-fogged eyes, the leering face of Harry Franks cracked open into a malevolent, triumphant grin. And for answer he rammed his plank-stiff cock into her quivering belly with all his strength.
CHAPTER FOUR
Shirley climbed the steps quickly, glad to be home at last after the disturbing events of the evening. For a moment she stood there, watching the old Galaxy as Den gunned it away toward the corner, his body a black silhouette hunched over the wheel. She saw him drive away without regrets; she felt no resentment now that the initial shock of her experience had worn off. Besides, there was no point; she could hardly avoid seeing the boy again, in school, on the street, or in the drugstore where the high school kids hung out-although she would certainly do her best to steer clear of both his cousin and Crystal. The memory of the lewd scene in the car with her friend-she smiled wryly at the word-squirming in her insane passion, her face lit by the moonlight, contorted with lust, was almost more than she could bear. Why, the girl was nothing better than a...a whore! That was what she was: a whore and a slut!
Turning to the door, Shirley shivered. How nearly she herself had become one, too! Perhaps she should be a little less harsh in her judgment of Crystal! And of Den. Although she had loathed him for what he tried to do, she was grateful for his contrite attitude later-and she had to admit that, even though it would never have happened if he hadn't spiked her Cokes, the disgraceful scene in which she had played a part was as much her fault as his. In some way the fact they were both ashamed, humiliated even, made a bond between them. No, she thought, she would not even try to avoid the younger Seifert boy.
She opened the door with her latc-likey and went into the darkened house. There was no light showing anywhere. Evidently her mother had gone to bed early, as she said...and Shirley was grateful for that, too: it gave her a sense of respite before she would have to face her mother with her guilty secret burdening her mind.
Moonlight slanted across the hallway, dividing the house in two. The doors to the dining room and living room on either side were closed, but the kitchen door at the end of the passage was ajar and it was through the window beyond this that the light was streaming. She went through and sat weakly on a stool by the sink, not bothering to turn on the light. For a long time she sat there with her forehead resting on the cool porcelain, the chilly surface helping to ease the throbbing of her aching head, to calm her fevered brow. Then gradually, as the ticking of the clock forced its way into her blank mind, she realized that the queasiness in her stomach was gone and...incredibly!...she was hungry. She got up and opened the refrigerator-but when she actually saw the food, the sight of it repelled her. There was, however, a pitcher of iced tea that her mother had left for her and anyone her daughter might bring home after the dance. She poured herself a glass and wondered if she should go to bed. But she knew she would never sleep: there were too many thoughts churning through her mind. What would tomorrow be like?...Would she have a hangover? She had often enough seen her father grouchy and irritable the morning after a party with a splitting headache. Would that be her punishment for having taken alcohol, too? She would have to wait until morning to find out! She decided to take her drink into the living room and sit there a while, watching the trees at the end of the yard as the moonlight filtered through them.
Back in the hallway, she pushed with her hand on the knob of the living room door. Had she heard a small sound from within? No, she couldn't have: her mother had gone to bed and her father was away. He wouldn't be back for another couple of days. She turned the handle and went in.
For a moment she stood on the threshold, squinting into the shadows, so much darker than she had expected. The pale light outside the windows seemed to make the place even more stygian by comparison and it was several seconds before the familiar objects assembled themselves in her vision...the lamps, the chairs, the piano, the television. Her eyes roved the room and then settled on the couch.. . .
Shirley stood staring, her blood thundering in her ears, her eyes at first not comprehending what she saw. Then a shock of horror struck through her to send her heart thudding against her ribs. Instinctively she put a hand over her breast to still it, and felt the cold trembling of her outraged body.
There was...Oh, dear God, no: there couldn't be! But there, was!...a naked woman lying obscenely spread-eagled there.
And although her face was hidden, the aghast teenager knew at once that it was her mother. But lying there? Not just lying-for there was a man crouching over her. And just as instinctively, she knew that it was not her father.
It was...yes, she recognized the set of his head now!...it was the man she had met once or twice in his office, who had been introduced to her as her father's superior, Harry Franks. And he was grabbing her mother's ankles and pushing them brutally back over her shoulders until she was rolled up into a tight ball, utterly helpless beneath him. Slowly the older woman's knees were shoved back until they touched the cushions on either side of her head-and as the frightened brunette watched in horror, she saw the narrow, hair-lined slit between her mother's splayed legs, the fleshy lips of her cunt completely exposed to the man's leering gaze. Helen Hibberd was completely helpless beneath him, yet she made no effort to cry out, to call for help! What could the distracted young daughter do? What was the matter with her mother? Why did she make no effort to resist? Shirley gulped in impotent rage.
Franks moved his body slightly forward now, and the girl's bemused eyes took in the face that he was naked also, that his thickly erect cock was standing menacingly out from the dark tangle of wiry pubic hair at his loins. He was going to rape her! Dear God, he was going to shove that lustfully quivering instrument deep into her mother's nakedly cringing belly...and still Helen made no effort to resist. Her shocked daughter stared in utter disbelief. And then she heard the tiny guttural sounds, the obscene little mewls of pleasure bubbling from her mother's contorted mouth, and she realized! Oh, God! It couldn't be true! It couldn't;-that her mother was enjoying this! She was actually delirious with joy at the prospect of this evil creature ravishing her naked loins...gurgling with lewd delight as she felt the heavy, swollen tip of his cock teasingly enter the enlarged hole of her cunt!
Shirley was almost fainting with horror as Harry Frank's body dropped heavily down to mash Helen's firm, full breasts against his chest, his moist, open lips covering her passion-wet mouth as he thrust his tongue deep into her throat. God, was he going to choke her? No-with mounting disgust, the terrified young girl saw her mother's cheeks hollow and expand, her throat constrict, as she began greedily sucking on the invading flesh.
Shifting his weight, Harry pushed his shoulders against her widespread legs, locking her into the position in which he had forced her. His hands reached around to cup the full, white moons of her buttocks, kneading the soft resilient flesh as he wrenched the cheeks apart. Then he reared up for a moment and lunged forward with all his strength to send his thrusting veined instrument pistoning into the glistening elastic opening of her cunt. It burrowed deep, smashing softly against her cervix while Helen-unbelievably!-rose whimpering with pleasure to meet the savage intrusion. He fucked in and out with long, hard strokes, ramming his hips forward until his pelvis smacked lewdly against her upturned ass-cheeks and grazed the tiny puckered opening of her anus.
Helen sucked voraciously on the hot flesh of his tongue skewering deeply into her mouth, responding to the maddening pleasure of the obscene assault as she freed her pinioned arms and sent them snaking around his meaty body to claw red streaks across his lustfully heaving buttocks. She pulled him in deep and thrust the soft white swell of her ivory belly, the tiny triangle of tawny hair at its base, up to meet him as a low croon of sensual delight gurgled in her throat.
Abruptly he tensed, his body spasming galvanically as the white-hot liquid of his sperm began to boil in the hairy sac of his balls and then spurted through his aching cock to churn forth and fill the softly twitching belly of the writhing woman beneath him like streams of molten lava. "Oh, dear God," she moaned, wrenching her head away from his, "fill me...fill me up, darling! Let me have it all! Give it to me...all, all, all.. . . " Her legs jerked convulsively out on either side of his shuddering body, her head flailed from side to side on the cushions, and then the two of them collapsed, still locked in a tight, lewd embrace.
Standing in the doorway, the distraught young brunette felt her legs begin to give way under her. The sick feeling in her stomach returned. The room, with its degrading sexual tableau, began to swirl around her and she was forced to put out a hand to the door frame to keep from falling. She had to get out of there...she had to get away.. . she couldn't take any more.. . .
Speechless with horror, Shirley stumbled back into the hallway and ran for the front door. She had to get away...but more important still, she had to find someone to help her. She had to find somebody with whom she could share this horror, someone in whom she could confide. Weaving crazily down the driveway, a part of her mind coolly ticked off the possibilities. Her aunt, her mother's sister? No-how could she go there with the story of her mother's whorish behavior? Her father's cousin, then? No-suppose he was to tell her father! A girlfriend? It was too late: she could never turn up at this hour and expect to see a teenager without her parents being present. There was no place to go, no one to see, nobody to help her.
Except, perhaps, Den Seifert.. . ?
Would she dare? After what he had done to her? She could hardly bear to think of it And yet she had nowhere, nowhere else to go, nobody else to whom she could turn. And hadn't he been ashamed and contrite at what he had done, almost as remorseful as she was? For a moment she stood on the sidewalk, trying to make up her mind. The moon went in behind a cloud and then came out again, silvering the facades of the houses on the far side of the street. She nodded her head. She would go to the Seifert boys' apartment and ask their help. "What they would-or could-do, she could not imagine. But she couldn't handle this on her own, that was for sure.
She started to run, her breath panting hoarsely as the events of the evening raced through her mind like a movie reel that was continually being replayed...the dance...the spiked drinks...the scene in the parking lot.. . her flight into the woods and Den's apology...and finally the horror of seeing her mother in the evil embrace of her father's boss. As she stumbled through the quiet residential streets, the terrifying impact of seeing her mother fucked-yes, that was the word: fucked-by a man who was almost a stranger to her came back in all its implications. She remembered the little sex talks her mother had given her when she was young, the books that explained how babies came ("Your daddy plants the seed," they said), the whispered talks with giggling girls at school. But none of them had prepared her for the appalling spectacle of a man battering his huge, hard, red penis deep into the belly of a woman, rocking back and forth on her until he released his sperm in a long, squirting jet. "Was this the way "your ' daddy plants the seed"?
Shirley had known for years that it was, yet she had never really visualized it-and certainly not with her mother and another man, a man who wasn't "Daddy." She had always thought of it in the simplest terms, almost imagining something like the innocent planting of radishes she had indulged in behind the house as a baby herself. Now the reality was proving a terrible shock to her.
Her heart was thumping in her chest and she slowed to a jog-trot. It was a matter of only fifteen minutes to reach the Seifert cousins' apartment, but it seemed to her an eternity. At last, however, she was mounting the steps of the shabby little building where they had their rooms, and ringing the bell over the intercom. No voice replied through the slatted grill, but the lock release buzzed after a moment, and she pushed open the door and climbed the stairs to the top floor
They were both there, half-undressed, lounging back on the spring sofa with their feet on a low table in front of it. Den was sipping beer from a can, Rudi held a half-filled glass of whisky in his hand. Both their faces were sweaty and flushed. The elder cousin looked up as she burst in through the open doorway and grinned sardonically. "Well, look who's here!" he drawled.
"Jeez, yeah-just look!" Den echoed, wiping froth from his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt
"What brings you here, girlie?" Rudi demanded.
Shirley shook her head. Why had she come? Because she desperately needed to tell someone what had happened, needed them to listen to her, to understand and to sympathize....But (she looked from one boy to the other, saw their half-drunk faces, heard their slurred speech) was she going to find understanding here? Sympathy? From them? What on earth could she have been thinking of! The memory of Den a few hours back, gentle, likable, came back to her. He could be like that when he was alone. But he'd been drinking again, probably steadily ever since he left her home, and now he was trying to vie with his older cousin, matching him in coarseness and vulgarity.
They were both staring at her, waiting for an explanation, their expressions half-threatening, half-amused. She knew at one that they would never understand, not in th state they were in. But, dear God, she had confide in someone. And there was nobody else. "Den..." she began weakly.
He spat noisily into the empty fireplace. "Well, what is it?"
Shirley gulped. "Den-you know you took me home.. . . "
"Sure I know I took you home," he said roughly. "And it was your idea, you little bitch, not mine. You had to go and get all uptight, just because I made a pass at you. What the hell's the matter with you anyway?"
"I...I...I thought you...we..." She could find no words to tell them what she thought. That Den had respected her? That they were friends and nothing more? Why waste her breath? Almost in tears, she stood before them quivering with fear. "I...I..." she stammered again.
'You what, for Chrissake?" Rudi burst out angrily.
Suddenly the words came tumbling out in a torrent. "When you...when you took me home, Den, I went inside...I-I-I went into the kitchen...I guess I was hungry...thirsty.. . Oh, God I don't know!"
Rudi got up and crossed the room to a sideboard. He picked up a half-empty whisky bottle and refilled his glass. "If you don't know, why the hell did you come here to bother us?" he demanded.
"B-b-because I had to!" Shirley quavered. "I had to."
"Yeah? Why? Because you got the hots for us both?"
"Don't be disgusting!" Her voice was suddenly frigid with disdain.
The older boy strode across the room and grabbed her by the shoulder. "And don't you talk to me in that tone of voice!" he ordered menacingly. "If you don't have the hots, why the hell did you come?"
"Because I had to talk to someone," the distressed girl shouted.
"Who?" Rudi sneered. "Me?...Or him?" He jerked his head at Den.
"Yes...him...you...both of you. Oh, I don't know!" Shirley repeated hysterically.
"Then what have you got to say?" He stood over her, hovering, his expression black and threatening.
She turned away to face the younger boy. "Den, please can I talk to you?" she pleaded
"Who's stopping you?"
"Look-you took me home...." She was almost crying again.
"I know that, for Jesus' sake!"
"I went into the kitchen...I poured myself a cold drink. I.. . I took it into the living room and I...I...I saw..." She stopped, unable to continue, striving to master her tears.
Rudi sighed theatrically. "So you went into the living room! Big deal!" he sneered. His lecherous eyes were fastened on the rounded swellings of her breasts under her tight blouse, the taut outlines of her nipples thrusting through the cloth. Automatically she crossed her arms in front of her. "Why are you doing that?" he asked.
"I.. . I don't know!"
"You don't seem to know anything, do you?" Rudi said, his eyes cold and cruel. "You don't know why you came here, you don't know what to say-and you sure as hell don't know what's good for you."
"W-w-w-what do you mean?"
"I mean," he said slowly, measuring his words and watching their impact on the trembling teenager, "that if you knew what was good for you, you'd be sitting on that couch beside me so that I could suck your titties if I had a mind to-or take your panties off and see what it is you've been hiding there for so long between your legs!"
"Yeah! Let's see, let's see!" the younger cousin chimed in.
Shirley whirled away, terrified, as Rudi commanded: "Come here!"
"No!" she panted. "No, no, no! Please!"
He leaped after her and grabbed her by the arm. "Let's have a look at those titties first!" he cried. And then with a single savage gesture he hooked his fingers into the neckline of her blouse and ripped the garment from her back. "Aaaaaaggghhhh " she screamed. "Now look what you've done!"
"Yeah! Just look!" Rudi shouted exultantly-and he tore off her brassiere, too. Suddenly released, her ripely-rounded breasts sprang free as-still holding her arm-he flicked his head forward and fastened his lips over one bud-like nipple. She tried desperately to break away from him, but he clasped the tiny shaft of flesh tightly between his teeth until she groaned with pain. "Don't!...Don't! Oh, please don't!" she wailed.
"Isn't that what you came here for?" he demanded, raising his head.
"No! Oh, my God, no! Please.. . "
"What then?"
"I.. . I told you. I j-j-just had to talk to someone."
"So talk I"
"You were in the living room, remember?" Den put in slyly. "What happened then?"
"I...I saw..." She shook her head, sobbing. "I can't tell you I"
"Then why the hell come here?" Rudi yelled. Cruelly squeezing one of her naked breasts, he slipped his other hand under the tight waistband of her nylon panties, slid it down under the panties and skirt to the downy vee between her legs. "For this?"
"No I" she screamed again. "Leave me alone I"
"Then what?"
Sobbing, she twisted and turned in a futile attempt to break away. But he held her, his hands pressed against the soft, curly triangle at the base of her trembling belly, his mouth once more fastened over her nipple. And now it was Den's turn to take up the inquisition. "Come on, Shirl--tell us! We're waiting to hear!"
Dumbly, she shook her head. Rudi lifted his head and gave her a swift, stinging slap across the face with his free hand. Then, as she cried aloud in fear and pain, her head rocking back on her shoulders with the force of the cruel blow, he dropped his fingers to the tender skin of her soft inner thigh. Slowly, he ran his fingertips upwards toward the thin band of nylon sheathing her trembling pussy.. . and in spite of the tears smarting in her eyes, in spite of her terror, she felt a tiny tingle of unwanted excitement ripple through her at his touch. Her sobs subsided into small whimpers of near-pleasure. Oh God! What was the matter with her? Was this how her mother had felt before she gave herself to her husband's boss, thrashing about on the couch in her wanton abandon? Yes, Shirley thought as the scalding tears coursed down her quivering cheeks, it must have been!
Now she felt her tormentor's fingers inching further up along her thigh, insinuating themselves under the leg band of her panties, probing obscenely in the pussy hair until they found the already moist slit of her vagina, spreading it brutally wide and locating the tiny throbbing bud of her clitoris nestled there. She jerked convulsively, and then tensed as he began to stroke it, sending waves of involuntary pleasure crashing through her shivering body until it seemed as though the blood racing through her veins had turned to liquid fire. Writhing helplessly against the impaling digit, she felt with a shudder of self-disgust the moisture seeping from her cunt flood out and over her ravisher's hand. Why were they doing this to her? Why?
The younger boy was watching her with a lewd grin. "Come on, kid! We want to know what you saw...back there in the living room," he prompted.
The frightened young brunette threw back her head and tried to blink back the tears. She looked at Rudi, desperately searching for some sign of compassion in his handsome young face-but all she saw was a sadistic smile, a pair of cruel eyes boring evilly into her own above his lust-contorted features. "Come on," he barked, giving her nipple a painful squeeze so that she gasped in pain. "What did you see? First of all, tell us who was in there."
"It...it. . . it was my-m-m-my mother," she stammered tearfully.
"Get that!" Den crowed. "It was her mother! In her own house! What d'you know! Hey, Shirl--was she, you know, doing it alone?"
"Doing it. . . ? " She shook her head, not understanding it.
"Don't give me that innocent shit" Rudi rasped. "You know what he means: playing with her little thing down there...like this!" He thrust his fingers suddenly deep into the hot wet channel of her vagina, so that she gasped and jerked against his ravishing hand. "You know what I mean. You do it to yourself, don't you?"
"No!" she whispered. "No, I.. . never!"
"Of course you do! Me and my cousin used to, didn't we, Den?" He looked over at the younger boy, who grinned obscenely and nodded his head. "Used to jerk off right in our pants! Now tell me: was she doing it alone?"
Shirley gulped back a sob and shook her head wordlessly.
"But she was doing it with someone? Who?"
"A.. . a man."
Den whistled in affected surprise. "Well, get that! She was doing it with a man! What d'you know!" He leaned suddenly forward. "Who was he?"
It was useless to resist any further. She was helplessly in their power-a prisoner in the hands of these two obscene and lustful boys, and she could expect no mercy from either of them. "It was Mr. Franks, my father's b-b-b-boss," she whimpered miserably.
"Your old man's boss!" Rudi raised his eyebrows in mock astonishment. "Well, they do say: when the cat's away, the mice will play!. . . So what were they doing, your old lady and this guy?"
"They were...they were . . Shirley's voice failed her.
"They were what?"
"They...were...they were...making love," she faltered.
"Tell us in words we can understand," Rudi said harshly, tweaking her nipple again so that she started and caught her breath.
"They were...."
"Yeah?"
"They were...screwing." She managed to get the ugly word out and then bit her lip.
"Screwing? Don't you know a better word than that?" Den demanded.
"N-n-n-n-no." She flushed and looked at the floor.
"Of course you do! Tell it the way it was, Shirley!" Rudi said with a leer. "I told you-don't play the fucking innocent with me!" He gave a savage squeeze to the sensitive nub of flesh once more.
"All right, all right I They were...fucking...." she whispered.
"Tell us what it was like, Shirley," Den said suddenly.
"I don't know," the distressed young girl cried desperately.
"Of course you know!" Rudi shouted. "Or do you want us to teach you? Do you?" His voice was tinged with a cruelty she had never experienced.
"N-n-n-no! Please!" she swallowed. "They were...my mom was all sort of curled up there on the couch, curled into a ball, and.. . "
"Yeah?"
"Well, she...her legs were up and you could see her ass, and you could see her...her..." Once again her voice trailed off into silence, her head lolling back as she tried to regain control of herself.
"Her what?" Rudi's voice was brutally cold.
"Her.. . her cunt.. . "And what was happening to her cunt?"
"Mr. Franks was.. . well, his penis-"
"What's another word for penis, Shirley?" the boy cut in brusquely. "His.. . cock?"
"Okay, his cock. What was he doing with his cock?"
"He was...putting it in...he was shoving it up my mother's...my mother's cunt," she whimpered.
"Anyone ever do that to you, Shirley?" Rudi asked softly. "Anyone ever fuck you?"
"Oh, no I" she cried at once.
"Why not?" He sounded like the D.A. in some television crime series.
"Because," Den burst out before she could answer, "she's saving her virginity for the man she marries! Remember?" He broke into a shout of obscene laughter.
Rudi plunged his raping fingers deeper still into the terrified girl's hotly throbbing vagina. "Well," he said grimly, "she practically lost it tonight!" Then his face assumed a thoughtful expression and he added: "Still, finger-fuckin's no substitute for the real thing, is it? So what say we give your girlfriend a taste of the real thing, Den? What say I fuck her and you..." He paused theatrically, withdrew his fingers, scratched his head. "And you...well...Ever sucked cock, Shirley?" he demanded suddenly, swinging around to stare at the horrified teenager.
The lewd words pierced Shirley's ears like a streak of lightning. Oh why, she wondered, had she ever come here? Why? Why? What had possessed her to come to this place of wickedness, to confide in these utterly evil people? The memory of her mother and...and that man...of the two of them fucking-she had said it already, so why not say it again?-seared through her brain. That had driven her here. And now there was no way she could save herself from the bestial creatures among whom she had fallen. In his drunken state, in the presence of his elder cousin, there was no way she could appeal to Den's better nature. She would have to do whatever they asked. She shuddered violently, her skin erupting into goose pimples as she faced the horrifying thought.
Paralyzed with fear, she heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down, to be followed seconds later by the metallic rasp of another as the second fly was opened. She moaned, turning her head away, turned it back to see Rudi dragging his pants off, unbuttoning his shirt, to see Den following suit avidly, the two of them strewing their clothes across the untidy floor. Rudi's lust-swollen cock jutted out from his lean body, stiff and erect, as he massaged the foreskin back and forth over the bloated, bulbous head in a lewd, obscene movement. Shirley stared at it dumbfounded. It was enormous I She had thought Harry Franks' penis, sliding deep into her mother's moist, tender cunt, was huge. But this! There was no comparison! And now Rudi was going to force it up into her own tight, narrow, virginal passage, ram it in with all his strength...and there was nothing, nothing at all she could do about it! But she could never take it.. . it would split her in two, tear her to bits
She gave a stifled scream and tried to move away. But the two boys leaped on her at once and forced her down on the sofa, so that she was lying sprawled on her back with her legs obscenely spread. As she lay tearfully trembling, waiting in fearful anticipation, Rudi dropped on his knees and wrenched her shivering thighs even further apart. He placed his hands on the soft flesh of her inner thighs and drew aside the pink folds of her vaginal lips with his thumbs, exposing the narrow, hair-fringed, moist slit to his lascivious gaze. "Christ!" he breathed. "Would you look at that!"
As his young cousin leaned forward with glistening eyes to drink in the sight of the cunt he had wanted for so long to possess, the boy flexed his hips forward...and with the blood-engorged head of his stiffly erect penis parted the soft dark pubic hair as he prepared to enter her.
Shirley screamed again, petrified, as she felt the first warmly throbbing contact against the cringing lips of her cunt, and then the slow, steady pressure as he thrust forward, flexing his naked buttocks until suddenly the tight elastic ring gave way and the bloated cockhead surged wetly inside. There was another gasping scream from the girl pinned down on the couch, another brief and desperate attempt to struggle free-and then Rudi's thickly rigid penis spread up into her in a single rush, up into her shuddering white belly as a shriek was heard from her mouth. Shirley suddenly knew she loved this feeling!
He grasped her by the hips, his powerful hands hauling her back onto his lustfully expanding cock while he pistoned into her, his face a mask of delight. "Come on!" he shouted to his younger cousin, his voice harsh with passion. "What are you waiting for, man? There's fun for all here! Your turn to give her a thrill now: make her suck you while I fuck her! Come on!" The thought thrilled Shirley. Yes! She wanted to!
With a grin, Den moved hastily toward the couch on which the now hot, lusting young brunette lay impaled on his cousin's jack-hammering cock. His own pulsating pole of flesh jerked out massively from his loins, stabbing stiffly at the air. Shirley turned her head and her eyes filmed over with the want of the taste of it. She was so turned on she was almost mad with desire.
Den took the fleshy hardness of his aching penis between his hands, massaging it into even greater rigidity, then guided it swiftly toward the girl's hot, moist lips. Instinctively, she opened them, turning her head, trying to grasp the lewdly glistening instrument with the welling drop of seminal fluid at its tip. But it was exciting He grabbed her by the hair and twisted her head, forcing the swollen red tip of his cock up into her mouth as she mumbled frantically, then moaned for the need of it. Her lips opened wide. He held her firmly, increasing the pressure until she felt her lips being rammed back against the surface of her teeth. Harder and harder he pushed, forcing the relentless hardness of the wetly gleaming glans until finally she gasped and the lust-expanded length of flesh slid through her lips and into the warm, moist cavern of her mouth, filling it completely, slithering deeply in to brush against the back of her throat.
As he turned with an expression of triumph to his older cousin and began sliding his hotly throbbing penis in and out of Shirley's ovaled mouth, she sucked at it once, twice. Her heart jumped.
Shirley felt a strange wonderful sensation of power, realizing what her lips could do to a man. Thrilling Above her she heard the rasping command: "Come on, kid, suck! Jeez! Look at that, Rudi. She's sucking my cock like she loves it!"
Something fascinating happened within Shirley's subconscious mind in the minutes that followed. The thought came to life like a blazing rocket; she was raping them as much as they were raping her! She had a certain control over them-a control only a woman can realize. She had even less control of herself, for her mind was on fire with the lust of the moment, wanting this glorious warmth that was flooding throughout her body to never stop. How could she ever explain to anybody how, in just a few minutes, she had grown into a sensuous, liberated woman, never to be the stupid child she had been before.
They began to match their rhythms now, the two boys thrusting faster and faster, their inward thrusts deepening as she writhed and squirmed in tantalizing circles beneath them.
For a while there was no sound in the room but the gasping breaths of Shirley's violators as they crashed their throbbing young cocks into her distended mouth and vagina, and the girl's own stifled moans around the bulk of Den's delicious, thrusting penis. And then she heard a wild, lust-filled cry from Rudi as he threw back his head, withdrew his penis from her cunt for an eternal moment.. . and then slid it back in between her thighs as his lewd, hot sperm squirted insanely into the warmly milking depths of her still-hot cunt. She felt his boiling semen flooding the furthest recesses of her womb as his pelvis jerked convulsively against her and his fingers slipped wetly into the soft, white flesh of her buttocks. Then he collapsed on her quivering body, his own gone limp and slack as he moaned out the last of his orgasm while his deflating cock pulled free of her pussy with a soft, wet, sucking sound.
As he rolled off her spasming pelvis, he heard Den in his turn cry hoarsely: "Jesus! Oh, Jesus-Aaaaaaggggghhhhhh!" And the younger boy too jerked spasmodically in the throes of his own beginning climax. He writhed his hips tight up against the young brunette's face to sink the full, bursting length of his suddenly exploding cock deep in her throat. Then, as the thrusting pole of male hardness bulged and heaved, he began spewing thin, quick spurts of sperm into her mouth, filling it to the brim. She sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed, her throat constricting as she tried to keep pace with the wildly ejaculating shaft emptying its hot load between her widely ovaled lips. But at last Den's madly jerking cock throbbed out the last of its burning cargo and softened on her still swirling tongue. Slowly he withdrew the now-limp mass of cock-flesh from between her trembling lips, trailing thin strings of sticky white fluid across her chin, to sink his drained body to the floor next to his cousin's.
It was Rudi who roused himself first and stared down at the now-smiling huddle of the naked young brunette on the couch. "Well," he drawled, reaching for his clothes, "I guess she's gone and lost it for good now!" Shirley moaned a heavenly moan.
"Sure has," Den agreed, rising stiffly to his feet. "What you might call playing both ends against the middle, huh?" He laughed at his own joke and then added: "So what do we do now? I guess we better get her home somehow."
"Guess so. She sure don't look in any fit state to go on her own! Musta been bowled over by our charms!"
The younger cousin snickered. "And after that?"
Rudi was stroking his chin. "I dunno. I been wondering about that. Wondering a lot. And what I was wondering about was her old lady."
"Yeah? What about her?" Suddenly the memory of Helen Hibberd on the porch seared back into Den's memory, the luscious curves beneath her nearly-transparent negligee outlined in the rays of the setting sun as he took her daughter off to the dance. Jeez! Here they'd just screwed that daughter almost silly...and his balls were already beginning to ache for the mother! Well, why not? He was man enough for it, wasn't he? "You mean...we could fuck her as well?" he asked wonderingly.
"Maybe...maybe not," Rudi said. "What I was really thinking was about what the kid said a while back. Remember? She said she was getting it from a man. And we broke up, the two of us."
"Sure, I remember. But. . . ? " Den didn't quite get the point.
"We thought it was a boffo, didn't we? A real scream! A woman getting laid by a man...what d'you know!"
"That's right," the younger cousin said. He looked more puzzled than ever, his brows knitted into a frown.
"Well, the laugh might not have been on us, see? I mean, she could have been getting it from another babe, couldn't she? It can happen!"
"Yeah. But.. . I don't get it."
"Oh, Jesus! Of course you get it! You know what I mean! You know damned well! I saw you looking at those pictures I left in the drawer-where there's a girl licking another girl's cunt, sucking her off. You know."
"Oh!...Oh," sure, sure," Den agreed hastily, embarrassed that he had looked so square. "Yeah!" He paused for a moment and then said: "I still don't quite see.. . ? "
"What I'm getting at," Rudi explained patiently, as if he was talking to a child, "is that it might be a real ball to watch stuff like that-like in those pictures-only see it for real!"
"For real?" Den breathed incredulously. "You mean...Mrs. Hibberd?"
"Why not?" his cousin asked coolly. "Yeah, but.. . "
"But what?"
"Well, I mean...like it takes two, doesn't it?"
"Sure it does."
"Well?"
Rudi gave a superior smile, nodded at Shirley, still naked, cringing on the couch. "What's the matter with her?" he demanded.
"Her?...With her...with her own old lady?" Den's voice rose almost to a squeal with wonderment.
"Sure. Why not?"
Den shook his head. The lecherous idea almost frightened him by its daring. Trust old Rudi! He would never have thought of such a thing on his own! But after all, why not? The kid had never been fucked before tonight; she had never sucked cock before--shit, she'd never done anything! So why shouldn't she try the whole package, why not make her try everything? He grinned lasciviously-and then a thought struck him. "Hey! Just a minute though," he objected.
"Mrs. H was with a guy. The kid said so. Suppose he's still there?"
Rudi laughed. "Be your age," he said. "If he is still there, he ain't got no right to be! Right? It's her old man's boss, remember? You think he'll make trouble if we catch him laying the hired help's wife? Do me a favor, will ya! And if he's not there-well, you just leave that to me, boy!"
"Sure thing!" the younger boy agreed enthusiastically. "What are we waiting for?" He bent down to shake Shirley's naked shoulder and said harshly: "Come on, kid...get up and put your things on. We got places to go!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Still in a state of shock from the new erotic feeling her body had already experienced this night, the realization that she actually loved being screwed as she had been such a short time before, Shirley Hibberd turned to face the Seifert cousin on the porch of her own home. She was in awe, too, at the thought of the new degradations planned for her and her mother in the dark house.
"Got your latc-likey, kid?" Rudi Seifert asked her in a low voice.
And suddenly, in a blind panic, seizing the only slim chance there was of avoiding or at least postponing what she knew would happen, the desperate teenager stammered through chattering teeth: "N-n-n-n-no! I...I guess I must have left it in the hallway when I ran out of the house.. . . " If she had locked herself out, they would be locked out, too! She...and her mother...would be saved all the awful things they had in mind.
Den stared at her face, her lips pursed in terror, her eyes wide with fright. "Shit!" he said softly. "Guess we'll have to ring the doorbell then."
Rudi looked at him in derision. "You out of your mind or something? You think those two would answer? No-I got a better idea." His hand shot suddenly out to wrench Shirley's suede purse from her nerveless grasp. Then, with an evil leer, he upended it on the step so that the entire contents-lipstick coin-purse, comb, a shredded piece of Kleenex-spilled out on the tiles. And among the collection of objects the unmistakable shape of a small key glinted in the moonlight....
Rudi snorted with contempt. "Pick it up!" he ordered harshly. And as the trembling young brunette stooped to retrieve the telltale key, he snatched it from her hand and inserted it in the lock. A moment later they were inside.
Through the open door of the living room, Shirley saw that nothing seemed to have changed in the eternities of time that appeared to have elapsed since she had run blindly from the house. The older couple still lay grotesquely entwined on the couch in the moonlit room, their tangled limbs heaving palely in the diffused radiance.
Rudi snapped on the light switch by the door. "Having fun?" he inquired in a loud voice.
The obscenely coupled pair exploded apart in the sudden blinding glare as if they had been activated by a spring. Helen sat up with a little scream, her crossed hands over her full, bouncing breasts; Harry Franks bounded to his feet, holding his over his wetly gleaming, halferect penis. "What the hell is the meaning of this?" he shouted, his face red with anger. "Get out of here, whoever you are!"
Rudi grinned impudently. "Keep your shirt on, Mr.-uh-Harry Franks, isn't it?" he jeered. "Or at least put it on. There are ladies present."
"Get out!" Harry thundered.
"Why?"
"Because I say so, that's why! Who the hell do you think you are? What right do you have to come barging in here like this?"
"We're bringing Shirley home. She lives here. She invited us in," the boy lied coolly. "Anyway, what right do you have?"
Franks opened his mouth, his face darkening cholerically...and then abruptly he closed it. What was he to say? He just dropped in for a cup of tea? And the sexy little daughter was there, too! Oh, Jesus Christ! He forced himself to laugh and said with an attempt at geniality: "Well, maybe you got it right at that! What right do I have? What am I doing here?"
"You're fucking Shirley's mother," Rudi said quietly.
"So what if I am...was?" Harry blustered. "What do you intend to do about it?"
"I thought I'd fuck her myself," the boy said calmly, watching him.
The older man's reaction was swift, violent, and predictable. "Why, you dirty little sonofabitch!..." He began furiously, grabbing for Rudi's neck. But the boy ducked away and raised a warning finger.
"Uh-uh!" he cautioned. "Mustn't do that!"
"Why the hell not, you cheapskate runt?" Franks blazed.
"Because of Mr. Hibberd," Rudi said levelly. 'You are his boss, aren't you? So what d'you think he'd say if he found out about...this?" He waved his hand at the older man, the couch, the naked woman sitting on it.
Harry turned pale. "He's not going to find out," he said with a sidelong glance at the distressed teenager in the doorway.
"That depends on us, doesn't it? How do you know we won't tell?"
"Because I'm going to break every bone in your goddamned body!" Franks roared, lunging for the boy again.
"Do that!" Rudi invited mockingly. "My cousin here will make a pretty good witness when the ambulance comes to fetch me and the police start making inquiries. You like seeing your name in the papers, Mr. Franks?"
The naked insurance boss halted in mid-stride and stood facing them, staring at them under lowered brows like a baited bear. Jeez! This kid had all the angles figured, hadn't he? He swung around at a slight sound behind him. Helen was dazedly putting on her clothes, zipping up the front of her yellow dress. Her eyes looked clear now, and he wondered what she was thinking. Had the damned drug worn off? Did she realize yet whose penis it was that had been plowing into her ripely swelling belly? Hell, he'd no idea how long the effects lasted-or if there were any after-effects! Well, next time he'd ask...if there ever was a next time; if he ever got out of the mess he was in! Another thought, more terrifying still, crossed his mind. Did any of these kids have a camera? How long had they been watching? Had they taken pictures of him and Helen with her legs spread wide, her inflamed pussy swallowing his lust-thickened cock? If they had...Christ, what a set-up for blackmail! Instinctively, his hand went for his discarded pants, felt in the hip pocket for his wallet. "I suppose you want money?" he said thickly.
"Well, yes-that's a good idea. We could do with money-also!"
Harry Franks withdrew the slim leather folder, took bills from the wad inside it. But Rudi shook his head. "Not now. We'll work out the financial end later. In your office."
This was talk that Franks understood. "Why not now?" he asked.
The boy gave a short bark of laughter. "Because for one thing, you don't have enough bread on you to buy us off. For another, I'd hate to walk around the neighborhood I have to live in with all that loot on me. So that part will have to wait." He chuckled again, his mean eyes glinting with greed. "But not for long. Tomorrow maybe? Around three o'clock?"
It was part-question, part-order-and
Franks could only stare balefully at him, nodding in dumb agreement as he reluctantly admired the cool of this two-bit kid. He'd never met anyone before who could even match his own-yet this little runt had outwitted him, outmaneuvered him all along the line. He was an utter bastard, but Harry had to give him credit: the boy had him over a barrel! "Okay," he said heavily, "so tomorrow it's money, is it? And tonight...Helen?"
Rudi shook his head. "Not exactly. We got nothing against a good screw-and she sure looks like a hot bitch. Especially after you got through warming her up. But we kind of thought a little variety might be fun. Fact of the matter is, me and my cousin here, we're both a little pooped out; we already been screwing around some tonight. So we kind of thought it was time for a change...some spectator sports for a while, if you get what I mean!" He nudged the older man and gave a lewd wink.
Franks listened in silence. What did they have in mind? Watching him fuck Helen again? That was okay with him. But his thoughts were interrupted by a shrill scream from Helen Hibberd herself. "Oh, my God!" she groaned, recognizing with certainty the man who had given her such ecstatic pleasure a short time before...and the fact that her daughter must have witnessed at least some of their frenzied actions. "Oh, my God!" she buried her face in her hands, bursting into loud, convulsive sobs as a shudder of horror raced through her body. Harry Franks! Her husband's boss! And Shirley knew about it!
And all the while she had somehow thought-how could this be?-that it was the man she had married who had sent her to such heights of pleasure! "Oh, Anthony...Oh, Anthony!" she moaned.
But what could have happened to her? Why had she done such a thing? She searched her memory. Shirley had gone to a dance; she remembered that. She even remembered worrying about her. That was a laugh! She should have worried about herself! Then Harry Franks had phoned...he had come over...she had wondered what was on his mind....Well, now she knew! Oh, how could Anthony ever forgive her for what she had done! But had she done it? She had had a drink with Anthony's boss, and after that. . . ? After that? Why surely she had made love with Anthony himself, more excitingly, more tenderly than they ever had before? Yet she couldn't recall Franks leaving, and Anthony, Anthony had gone to San Francisco! Could he possibly have come back to spend those few hours with her? No-there were no supersonic airplanes in service yet! She couldn't have been making love with her husband. Then what? What had happened? Helen's confused mind could register nothing except the fact that Harry Franks was standing nakedly across the room shouting his head off while the elder Seifert boy-she had never really liked him-faced him, also shouting and gesticulating. Some suggestion about Harry making love to her in front of all the others percolated through her numbed senses-and once more she started to scream. "I won't!" she panted. "I won't! You can do what you like to me but I will never let that man touch me again! Never, never, never!"
Rudi looked across at her. "Nobody's asked you to," he said coolly.
"Then what are you talking about? What are you saying?" She was close to hysteria now, her voice shrill and piercing, her body racked with sobs.
The boy stared at her, relishing her mental agony, his eyes sweeping the curves of her trembling body. "We were thinking of you and Shirley," he said.
"Shirley!"
"Yeah, Shirley. Why not?"
"Because..." She tried to choose her words. "She's a girl!"
"Sure. We'd kind of noticed! And she's a damned hot little number, too. I know because I fucked her over at my place while you were fucking old Harry here."
"No!"
Rudi shrugged. "Ask her if you don't believe me." He saw that one look at the distraught face of the teenager cowering in the doorway had convinced her mother of the truth of his words, and then added brutally: "And now I want to see her fucked by you!"
"B-b-b-but that's not normal!...It's . . .it's perverted! It's disgusting! Dear God, what are you asking me to do?"
"I'm asking you to fuck your daughter. It may be all the things you say-but it sure as hell turns me on! Isn't that so, Harry?" he asked, suddenly, familiarly calling Franks by his first name.
The insurance boss gazed in amazement at Seifert. My God-he'd never seen anyone quite so brazen! Yet he had to admit that he was right...and that the boy knew what he was doing. Already the lewd suggestion was sending anticipatory shivers up and down his spine. His tongue ran over his dry lips. Christ! When had he last seen an exhibition such as this? He couldn't remember...but he remembered that the sight of two women making it together turned him on enough to blow his mind. And the idea of mother and daughter doing it...Jesus! That would be the most! He shot Rudi a look of real admiration, then glanced at Shirley. The kid had hardly opened her mouth since they got here. Maybe she was the docile type, ready to do anything. But the mother certainly wasn't. She was screaming again. Thinking it was time he took a hand in the directing of things, he strode across to Helen and took her by the shoulders, shaking her savagely. "Listen," he grated, "are you going to do what we tell you to do-or am I going to slap you silly? And that kid of yours, too?"
"I don't care." Helen sobbed. "I don't care what you do to me!"
"And what about what I do to Shirley?"
The distressed mother turned as white as a sheet and sank back on the couch. Oh God-she had to save her child from these madmen! They would torture her, perhaps even kill her! The thought that two of them had already defiled her sent Helen off into another state of tears. "All right," she wailed. "All right, all right, all right. I'll do whatever you want. Just don't hurt Shirley I Don't hurt her!"
"That'll be up to you, won't it?" Franks said.
Helen took a deep breath, wiped the tears from her eyes, and rose to her feet. Shooting a backward glance at the three men, she stepped close to Shirley, put an arm around her shoulders, held her tight against her own breast. Then, again with a sidelong glance, she began to strip her daughter. The little blouse with the buttons down the front came first, the fastenings giving before her fingers easily-so un-like Den's clumsy attempts earlier-until her hand slipped inside to fondle the tender young breasts in their net brassiere. Despite her fear, Shirley felt herself react with little tingles of electric excitement as her mother's fingers stroked the soft resilient flesh. Excitement, yes-but there was a warmth and a tenderness that brought her comfort, too. In a strong contrast to her horrible experiences such a short time before with Rudi and Den, the gently caressing fingers seemed now to lull the broken young girl into a dreamy, sleep-like state as her mother undressed her just as she removed her clothes, lovingly, so many years ago as she readied her for bath or bed.
Finally she stood naked and trembling before the trio of lecherous males gaping over the glasses of whisky from the half-empty bottle that Franks was dispensing at the sideboard. "Don't worry, my darling," her mother crooned into her ear. "Men are horrible, I know. Horrible! But a woman...a woman gives something: she doesn't just take, the way men do!" The words were said merely to soothe...but as soon as they had passed her lips, Helen realized that there was more than a grain of truth in them. She knew that she could give her daughter, shocked and traumatized as she was, the ecstasy a man might someday give her-with something more besides. Less fearful now, almost happy, she was able to dismiss from her tortured mind the thought of the watching men with their twisted, salacious leers. She would protect her little girl in her own way, take care of her in the way she should be taken care of, give her the warmth and tenderness she so desperately needed.
She trailed her fingers lightly over the firm, white mounds of Shirley's swelling breasts, gently teasing the nipples into taut erection, then slipped her hands down over the smooth, snowy skin of the girl's belly, on down to the tangled strands of silken hair that graced her young pubic mound. Her voice was choked with passion as she murmured: "Oh, my darling, you are so beautiful! So very beautiful. And I want to take care of you, forever. No man can the way I will, dearest-you know that, don't you?"
And somehow the girl did. As Helen drew back to unzip her dress and step quickly out of her own clothes, leaving the two of them naked together, Shirley felt as she had when she'd been no more than a baby-and yet at the same time she felt like the most desirable woman in the world. A new excitement passed through the mother, a little touch of longing along with a stirring of passion that was a revelation to her. Something told her that this was wrong...yet she could no more stop herself now than fly to the moon! She flicked her tongue out, deftly parting her daughter's lips, as if she had been accustomed to it all her life. Shirley, awakened to a hitherto unknown experience, gasped in sudden shocked delight, then darted her own tongue into the soft, warm cavern of her mother's mouth.
Now Helen drew her gently down onto the couch and began roving her hands over the trembling young brunette's luscious body. Her lips sucked gently on one nipple, trailed on down the subtle curve of Shirley's belly, and then lingered on the smooth flesh of her inner thighs. Her tongue wandered to the soft, dark triangle of silky hair at her loins, passed over the fleshy hair-lined cuntal lips, and then lapped slowly at the glistening coral slit of her daughter's vagina. When at last she found the tiny pink bud of the girl's clitoris, and sucked tenderly on the taut shaft of flesh, Shirley tensed and uttered a little mewl of delight.
Franks and the two boys crouched around the couch avidly watching, growing more lustful every minute as the two women continued their perverted performance. The Seifert cousins were breathing hard. Spectator sports were fine up to a point, Rudi thought-but there came a time when a guy felt the urge to join in! Finally Franks, his now erect penis jutting lewdly from the wiry hair at his loins, called out: "Shirley! What is your mother doing to you?"
Too cowed to resist anymore, too terrified of what might happen if she refused their demands, Shirley obeyed and answered the question at once. She took a deep breath and recited in a clear voice, like a child repeating the multiplication table: "My mother is fucking me. She's fucking me in...in my..." She faltered, unable to continue, for all her bravado.
"Fucking you where?" Franks insisted in a voice hard as steel.
"In my.. . my.. . "
"Yes? Your what?" The man's voice now was like the crack of a whip-and like a whip it stung the girl into submission.
"In my cunt," she said in a whisper.
Harry grinned at her obscenely. The sound of the lewd words coming from her innocent young lips sent fresh shivers of excitement racing through him, made his loins burn as if they were filled with molten lava. He always reacted this way, nearly went out of his mind, when he heard a kid talking dirty-especially a kid as cute as this one. "Say it again," he ordered.
"Please, Mr. Franks! Please!"
"Say it again."
"My mother is fucking me...in...in my.. . my c-c-cunt."
"I.. . I guess so," the fearful young girl whispered.
"You guess so? Don't you know?" And then, as the terrified teenager nodded miserably, her hips still writhing involuntarily under her mother's touch, the older man added sadistically: "Okay, then say it."
"My mother is sucking my cunt and...and f-f-finger-fucking me."
"That's better. Say, Shirley-ever been fucked any other way?"
Once again she nodded, her head hanging down in shame.
"How, Shirley, how?" Franks leaned toward her, relishing her humiliation, reveling in his sadistic subjugation of her mind.
When at last she answered, her words were barely audible. "In my cunt," she murmured in a trembling voice, adding in case she hadn't pleased him enough: "By a cock."
"Who did it?"
"Rudi. Rudi Seifert."
Franks threw back his head and laughed. "Why, the dirty little bastard!" he shouted, clapping the elder cousin on the back. "I'll bet you were the first too, the one who took her cherry, eh? All right, Shirley: been fucked any other way besides?"
Again she nodded, again whispered: "Yes. In my mouth."
"And who did that?"
With a little sob that welled up from the depths of her being and racked her entire body, she wailed: "Den!"
Franks had his thickly throbbing, cock in his hand now, his eyes lustfully gleaming. "Ever been fucked any other way, Shirley?"
"Oh, no!. . . No!"
"Would you like to be?"
"No!" she gasped. "I don't know what you mean!"
"I mean," he said slowly, enunciating the words as if he was speaking to a backward infant, "have you ever been fucked in the ass?"
The girl could only stare at him, open-mouthed in horror.
"Because if you haven't," the insurance boss said, advancing menacingly toward the couch with his punishing, red glistening instrument held in front of him like a lance, "I think it's time you were.. . . "
CHAPTER SIX
Shirley screamed wildly in fear and terrified anticipation. Her mother had been dragged off her naked body by Rudi and Den and was now struggling futilely against their pinioning arms in a corner of the room. She herself had been thrown face-downward on the couch...and Harry Franks was kneeling up behind her with an evil and lascivious glint in his mean eye.
Quickly he trapped her legs, lowering his knees to her calves so that his whole weight rested agonizingly on her tortured muscles. Then his strong, cruel fingers clutched at her buttocks, drawing the trembling white mounds of flesh wide apart. She felt the rush of cool air between her legs as the moist, heated crevice of her vaginal furrow was opened up...and then the tip of his finger was teasing at the tightly cringing hole of her puckered anus. She shrieked again as the raping digit probed at the entrance to her nakedly exposed rectum, desperately clenching the wrinkled lips of the tiny nether ring.
With a sudden, swift movement, Harry shoved the fingertip forward so that it plunged through the tight elastic circle, burying itself in the hot, narrow passage of her still-virginal rectum. She gasped and winced with pain at the unnatural intrusion, jerking her hips forward and writhing furiously in a vain attempt to escape the lewd assault. "Oh God!" she moaned. "Don't! Don't! You're hurting me! Oh, God, it hurts!"
For answer, Harry grinned wolfishly and dug deeper still up into her nakedly trapped ass-hole, stretching the still unplundered passage with his cruelly invading finger. Suddenly he commanded harshly: "Kneel up!" And when she didn't immediately obey, he gave her a stinging slap across the buttocks that drew another shrill scream from her agonized lips before he seized her hips with his free hand and jerked them violently back toward him. Her ass-cheeks were high in the air now, her breasts and shoulders pressed down into the cushions of the couch, her hips waving in irresistible invitation to the lust-crazed man behind her.
Almost in response to their unspoken request, he pushed her thighs further apart with his knees, holding her viciously doubled up beneath him, her legs splayed so wide she was afraid she would split in two. His hands-freed now from the clasping grip of her ravished anus-reached for her hips again, steadying them with a strong, firm grasp as she felt the first contact of his hotly throbbing cockhead, pressing tightly into the narrow cleft between her fearfully trembling ass-cheeks.
"No! You can't! It's...ifs inhuman!...Leave her alone!" Helen shrieked suddenly, thrashing furiously against the imprisoning hands of the two lustfully grinning Seifert boys in a doomed attempt to go to the rescue of her sobbing daughter. But they held her fast, and she watched with unbelieving eyes as Franks flexed his hairy muscular hips and leaned forward to press the purplish, sperm-bloated glans against the subjugated teenager's quivering anus.
Shirley felt new waves of fear crashing through her at the size of her violator's cock. It was so very big! She had known this before, when she saw the long, thick pole of male hardness skewering deep into her mother's belly, had wondered how her mother could take its length and girth in her cunt. . . but until now the present scene in which she was so unwillingly a part had seemed like nothing more than a terrible nightmare from which she would soon awake. The hot, wet contact of Frank's obscenely seeping cockhead triggered off a sudden awareness of the reality of the situation : this man was going to do just what he had threatened! He was going to fuck her in. the ass! Yes, her own father's boss was going to shove the rock-hard staff that now jerked in excited spasms in between her buttocks right up into her! He would spear it in and out of her as she was forced to kneel before him in abject shame, and then-Oh, God; she would never be able to take the whole hard length of it in her rectum! Never!-he would shoot his white-hot sperm up into her belly and.. .
The thought was too much for her. With a piercing yell, she jerked convulsively forward, free of the huge hands restraining her hips, and crawled desperately along the couch. Franks swore violently and grabbed her by the ankles. "Rudi!" he shouted. "Den! Get her, goddammit. And hold her down. I'm going to fuck this little bitch until she can't walk!"
The two boys released Helen and sprang toward the couch, digging their fingers cruelly into Shirley's shoulders as they wrestled her back toward the angry insurance man, then held her down with crushing strength as he spread her ass-cheeks wide apart again and pressed the blood-filled head of his hugely throbbing cock against her vainly clenched anus.
"Aaaaaaaagggghhhh I No, please, Mr. Franks!...Please! Let me go! Let me go!" the wildly bucking brunette screamed...and then her scream rose to a shrill howl of agony as the straining nether ring suddenly gave way before the relentless pressure and the bulbous, lust-bloated head of his plank-stiff cock surged inside with a plunging rush.
Another wave of pain thundered through her as he thrust deeper into the soft, rubbery flesh of her widely stretched anal passage to drag fresh cries of pain and shame from her blubbering lips.
"Uuuuuurrrrgggghhhh! Aaaaaiiiieeee! Don't, you're killing me!" she screamed as the great throbbing cudgel seared into her cruelly distended backside like leaping flames of fire.
But Harry's lust-crazed penis continued to press forward until suddenly she felt the coarse hair of his loins against the pulled-open lips of her already deflowered vagina below. The warm contact with her soft buttocks, pressed now against his muscular pelvis, made Franks gasp with lewd delight, and he slipped a hand beneath her to tease at the small tangle of hair over her little pubic mound, drenched now with the moisture seeping from her pulsating vagina. He drew his middle finger the length of the narrow slit, easing it between the fleshy, wet pussy lips to graze against the hot little shaft of her clitoris nestled there. As suddenly as he had plunged his throbbing cock into her clasping anal passage, he slid the finger deep into the warm, moist flesh of her cunt, feeling far up in her nakedly writhing belly the hardness of his own cock embedded in her rectum through the thin membrane separating it from her vagina.
Shirley gasped...and then groaned aloud as he began to grind his thickly impaling rod into her ass with long, smooth strokes. He lunged in mercilessly and then withdrew, pulling tiny pink ridges of clasping anal flesh out with the base of his cock before spearing it in again savagely. The helpless girl's body jerked and quivered under his brutal assault-although the terrible searing pain she had first felt had gone now, to be replaced incredibly with tiny, but definite, stirrings of sensual pleasure. She moved her hips back against him experimentally, beginning to arch her body, to thrust her buttocks up and outwards, rotating her hips in teasing circles to meet Harry's galvanic forward movements.
Kneeling in abject submission, she heard him ordering the youths still pinning her shoulders to let her go. "I don't need you anymore," his deep voice rang out exultantly. "She's as hot as a ten-dollar pistol-in a moment she'll be beggin' for it. Why don't you two take on Mama?"
She felt the sudden release of the pressure that had flattened her shoulders against the cushions of the couch, heard a muffled cry of protest from her mother at whatever the boys were doing...and then experienced the same soothing pleasure she had felt when Helen had performed just such unnatural acts as Franks was carrying out in his lewd manipulation of her cunt now.
She knew that this, and the sodomization of her rectum, was arousing a strange aching longing in her, and she knew that this must be wicked and wrong. Was there something desperately wrong with her? What was it that Rudi had said earlier in this interminable evening? That she had loved being fucked because she was a whore? It was a horrible thing to say...yet it was true that she was feeling pleasure, excitement, even joy from this still more perverted act that Harry Franks was forcing her to perform with him. Perhaps she was a whore, a natural whore...perhaps her mother was one, too. If not, why had she been reveling in that wicked man's lascivious assault on her earlier in the evening? But did it matter, after all, she thought, plunging insanely back on Harry's wildly pistoning cock shafting into her ass-hole? Did anything matter except the sudden pleasure she had begun to feel, this absolutely breathtaking rapture?
Her long, dark hair thrashed out, whirling about her head as she squirmed her buttocks, turning and twisting on the lustfully impaling rod. Once again his fingers were playing with the wetly widespread lips of her cunt as he battered deeply into her from the rear. He moaned above her, his breath coming in short, heaving gasps, while she fucked back madly against his frenziedly jack-hammering penis and then suddenly...Oh, dear God! she thought, I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!
She felt the remorseless tempo of Harry's assault into her anus increase and knew instinctively that he, too, had almost reached his climax. As the shock waves of her orgasm shuddered through her blood to send her spiraling to the heights of sensual ecstasy, he withdrew his penis with a loud grunt, pulling the pulsating shaft out almost to the tip-and then rammed it in again to sink deep in her belly. He began to jerk in wild spasms as the hot, thick sperm squirted the length of his throbbing cock to spray jet after jet of lewd male cum far up into the depths of her bowels. Then, after one final convulsive shudder, he gasped in a great groan of release and fell back and away from her brutally invaded rectum with a slight wet, sucking sound. Covered with sweat and weak, but strangely content, Shirley herself collapsed on the couch and looked toward her mother.
Struggling against the rough clasp of the Seifert cousins, Helen had watched the whole rapacious plundering of her daughter in a chaos of mixed emotions. She had felt pity, horror, and disgust at first...and then, more horrifying still, little stirrings of sensual pleasure within herself. And when she had seen Franks cum, seen her daughter cum too, their wild orgiastic delight turned her pounding blood to fire, made the secret flesh between her legs throb and ache with unwanted but unbearable longing. She wanted to be fucked again herself...dear God, that was what she wanted! And at Franks' shouted cry to the boys, her wish was soon to be granted.. . .
Now Shirley saw that Rudi and Den had also stripped themselves while she was being sodomized by the older man. Rudi stood in a comer with her mother, his naked young form pressed up against Helen's bare body, his chest tight against the excitedly heaving mounds of her milk-white breasts as his hands roved over the voluptuous swell of her hips. And then the girl saw that his lust-stiffened man-sized cock was speared into her smoothly undulating belly, impaling her on it as Shirley herself had been impaled on Franks' penis from behind. The woman's loins were pressed close to his pelvis, lewdly writhing up and down the rampant pole of flesh buried in her cunt as her open mouth sucked on the protruding tip of his tongue.
As his hands snaked around her thighs to clasp her buttocks and draw her even closer, Den sidled up behind her and, taking advantage of her splayed ass-cheeks, he pushed his loins forward, sending his lustfully jutting cock probing upwards into the exposed opening of her tightly puckered anus. For a moment she writhed, as the two desire-swollen cocks bored into her convulsed belly from opposite directions, lifting her practically off her feet-then the three bodies seemed to fuse into one single mass of quivering, twisting human flesh.
Shirley watched, fascinated, at the spectacle of her mother being fucked in this perverted, inhuman way by the very same boys who had deflowered her earlier that evening. A strange sense of relaxation seized her, and she lay back on the couch, letting her legs splay open as she raised her hands tentatively to "the still-tender mounds of her breasts, taking a small budding nipple between each thumb and forefinger and teasing it into taut erection. She moaned slightly at the tingling sensation it produced, felt the smoldering spark in her now-tensing body ignite up between her legs. Involuntarily, one of her hands lashed out and down toward the dark tangle of pussy hair, groping toward the moist slit palpitating beneath, where her clitoris was encircled with lapping tongues of flame. With the tips of her fingers, she parted the narrow crevice and then cautiously slipped first one and then another into the soft, wet warmth of her vagina.
She gasped at the delicious cooling relief she felt for an instant, then caught her breath as her own rapidly plunging fingers stoked the fires burning in her loins into a raging holocaust. Her head lolled to one side and she began breathing heavily as she watched the three bodies across the room pressed together in their lewd act of copulation...her fingers cramming themselves deeper and faster into her glistening cunt and Den and Rudi buffeted her mother between them. Suddenly she longed to be in the older woman's place-to be fucked in the cunt and fucked in the ass at the same time....
Lying exhausted in an armchair, Harry Franks chuckled lewdly to himself. The kid had learned her lesson well, he thought, grinning evilly over at her unseeing face. Well, he'd give her another before the night was over, he promised himself. And when the others were through with her, he'd give the mother a taste of what he'd already given the daughter.. . . His eyes left Shirley, masturbating on the couch, and roved across to the three figures writhing ecstatically on the other side of the room. The boys fucked into
Helen with long, hard strokes, pumping her up and down as she thrashed about, her legs dangling just above the floor as she was swept marionette-like between her two controlling masters. The whimpering cries she had uttered earlier had now been replaced by screams of exquisite agony and ecstasy. She began to move up and down on their lewdly impaling young cocks, squirming, writhing, bucking about of her own volition.
Oh God-she wanted to scream, she wanted...she wanted...she wanted to cum, she wanted to feel their white-hot sperm spurting into her, into her clasping cunt, into the narrow, distended passage of her rectum! She felt the liberating gush of her own juices as her own orgasm began, felt the slap of the two youths' balls against her ass, against her wetly gaping cunt, and suddenly called out in the wildest abandon: "Aaaaaggghhhhh!...Oh, my God! Fuck me!...Fuck me harder!. . . Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.. . ! "
She couldn't stand it any longer, she had to have their viscous, scalding liquid lewdly filling her belly and her ass the way their cocks were now. "My God! You're driving me out of my mind! Please...please, I want you to cum!" she shrieked.
And then it happened! Their pistoning cocks-moving in the matched rhythm of a well-oiled machine, spearing in and out of the two moistly clasping passages, close to touching through the sensitive membrane between-began at the same time a convulsive staccato jerking. Almost in unison, they too screamed out their needs, their shuddering climaxes. Their hips jerked forward, and the long, thick jets of warm, white sperm spurted into Helen's writhing belly, lingered there momentarily, and then seeped down over the fleshy pink folds of her quivering cunt, over the whitely-rounded moons of her ass-cheeks. With a wild shiver of joy, the purest ecstasy, she collapsed on the floor between them, her body still writhing in a final orgasm as their deflating penises slipped wetly from her plundered cunt and anus.
Harry Franks stretched his hands above his head, yawned, and rose stiffly to his feet. "Okay," he said, "that was great. Now how's about a little drink before we switch around and ring the changes?..."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Anthony Hibberd picked up his suitcase, shifted it to his other hand, then put it down as he waited for the cab that was to take him from the hotel to the airport. It was a hell of a lot heavier than it had been when he arrived in San Francisco, he thought happily. He had cut down his visit as he had planned-but he hadn't been able to resist the shops, spending a small fortune on luxuries for his wife and daughter. There was the charm bracelet Shirley had long coveted, carefully gift wrapped and tagged with her name in gold. There was the Mexican silver bracelet for Helen, a bottle of French perfume for each, sets of underclothes, hand-tooled leather purses from Italy...hell, they'd think it was Christmas all over again! He picked up the case once more; the doorman was signaling that the cab had arrived.
He settled back against the seat, peering at the darkened windows of the shops as the cab sped toward the airport. He could see nothing within, but that didn't matter: his thoughts were on his wife and daughter, his mind filled with the vision of himself as he entered the white brick house, stole up to his surprised wife's room, and kissed her gently. Gently, he repeated to himself. And lovingly. Not pulling her to him crudely the way he had the night before he left, digging his fingers into her soft, white shoulders until she winced with pain. Jesus, he'd been such a selfish bastard! But not anymore, he thought with a deep sigh.
From the front seat the driver's voice interrupted his reverie. "What plane you catching?" he asked has he threaded the vehicle through the late evening traffic.
"Flight , " Anthony said. "It pulls out at a quarter of eleven."
"Yeah, that's right. Gets you home pretty late, won't it? In the wee small hours?"
"It'll be late all right," Anthony said. "But it's all the same to me. I'm kind of anxious to get back."
"Little woman waiting for you?"
"Uh, yeah. Yeah, she'll be waiting," Anthony said with a sudden rush of tenderness.
'You know," the driver said, "I get lotsa calls at night from guys like you. Guys who want to pet home, be with the wife, with the family. Fed up with hotels and such-like. Oh, sure, I know a lot of guys think it's a break to get away, go out on the town...you know what I mean? They come here with big expense accounts; nobody knows them so they pick up some cheap little chick and spend a night or two with her-spend a goddamn fortune too!-and after they fucked the shit outa her...you'll excuse the expression, sir?...they think they're one hell of a big man, and then forget all about her. But other guys, guys like you, they're kinda mature; they know what the score is. They just want to get home to the wife and kids as soon as possible."
"You're right," Anthony said. "You're absolutely right." And he felt a warm self-congratulatory glow shimmer through him. Even this cab driver could see how he felt about his wife now. And if a cab driver he'd never met before could see, how could Helen help seeing it?
The trip passed quickly. He drank the coffee the stewardess brought him-no liquor this time: Helen didn't like it-leafed through a magazine, started to read a pocketbook. He was only halfway through when the No Smoking sign flashed on and the plane was preparing to land.
Anthony waited impatiently for his baggage, retrieved it at last, and headed for the taxi line. He stacked his suitcase and packages on the seat, climbed in next to them, and gave the driver his address with a complacent smile.
The small fingers of Shirley's hand were still embedded in her own cunt, hypnotically stroking her clitoris, when her mother sank down on the floor beside the couch and put her hand over the girl's. Franks and the two boys, leaning nakedly against the sideboard, were watching with lewd grins as they finished off the bottle of Scotch.
Helen's touch added extra darts of pleasure to the shafts of sensation searing up and down the masturbating teenager's spine...and then her whole body began to vibrate as she felt herself cumming.
"Aaaaaaaagggghhhhh!" she screamed and then her own hot, white juice flooded over her still-rummaging fingers and ran down between her tender thighs in little rivulets. As the dying throbs of her release subsided, her fingers slithered from the moistly clasping channel and she lay back limp, hand in hand with her mother.
The two women felt a peace, a happiness, and an overwhelming joy neither had ever before experienced: together they had marveled in their shared love, their shared tenderness, witnessed each other's rapture as they used their bodies-and the bodies themselves were used-for mutual fulfillment. But now Helen's hand on Shirley's sent a different message, unspoken but clear as crystal to her daughter. Her gently clasping fingers, curled around the girl's hands, seemed to soothe the girl's aching conscience, to wipe away what feelings of guilt she might have had. It's not wrong, she told her mutely; what we have both done isn't wrong at all. It's the most beautiful thing in the world, the most exciting, the most enrapturing. How could anything that gives such pleasure be wicked?
Mother and daughter had no need of words to communicate. As Helen pardoned the voluptuous teenager for her own excesses, she begged at the same time the girl's pardon for the false view of life she had imposed on her. It was a view that had blighted her own happiness and which could have had the same effect on Shirley. The thought of the harm she might already have done to her own flesh and blood sent chills of fear and shame dancing along her spine: she could have ruined her life, saddling her with the same complexes she herself had endured for so long. But the ravished teenager knew well what was in her mother's heart, and the return clasp, the pressure of her small fingers, told more plainly than words that she understood. Helen sighed gratefully. Shirley would be all right, she told herself thankfully. She would have a good life, enjoying every aspect of it.. . .
But what about herself? She knew now that she wanted more sex, even more. She wanted to be used as she had been-used at the whim and desire of every man. That was her fulfillment as a woman. A whore? Perhaps. And then she shook her head. That was the nature of women, that was their purpose-to submit to men, to be used by them as she had been used...and was to be used again, she saw with a thrill of excitement as Harry Franks put down his glass and strode toward her with a lustful glitter in his eye.
She felt a hand pressing against her shoulder, pushing her away from Shirley. It was Den. He had watched the two of them as the girl had come to her final climax and had been excited beyond endurance. His virile young cock once again jutted straight out from his lean body and he was breathing hard in his raging passion. He sank down beside the girl and his head flicked forward as he fastened his mouth over her hot, wet lips. He's going to fuck her! the mother thought. My God! He's going to fuck my daughter! Her first reaction was One of protest...and then she knew the reaction was false, because she wanted him to just as much as Shirley did!
A vision of her husband came into her mind. She had loved him-and she had submitted to him. But it had always been done grudgingly, with no excitement, no thrill, no pleasure in the act of submission. Certainly he had never understood her, never understood her terrible needs. But then neither had she herself. So which one of them was to blame? Anthony had wanted her as if she was a whore, but at the same time he had respected her; he had wanted a prostitute-yes, that was almost what she felt now!--but at the same time he had wanted a proper little prudish wife. And the two didn't mix at all!
Well, with Harry Franks, who was standing over her now, they didn't have to: there was no mistaking what he wanted and what he was going to take. A shudder of excitement, more violent than any she had ever felt, trembled through her body. He was going to take it! And she would revel in it! All those masochistic longings, buried beneath thousands of years of civilization, came welling up in her now. Men were really still in the caveman stage, taking what they wanted by force. Anthony still pretended all that was behind him: his boss pretended nothing of the sort. Perhaps that was why he was the boss! And now he was going to take her, Helen, in the most lewd way possible force her into the most abject acts of submission, give her the ultimate in shame, in humiliation, in pain. She sighed deeply. It was exactly what she wanted.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a stinging slap across the face. "I told you to do something!" Franks barked. "Next time I speak to you, you reply! Understand?"
"Yes, Harry. I'm sorry," she replied meekly as little thrills of expectant pleasure flooded through her, making her tingle to her fingertips.
"That's better. Now get down on that floor and kneel with your head on the couch. I'm going to fuck you in the ass!" Franks commanded.
Fifteen minutes later, m a delirium of wanton abandonment, Helen thought: Oh, God! He's going to cum! Harry Franks is going to cum in my ass right now! She wriggled her buttocks back against him, rotating them in teasing circles as he fucked demonically in and out of her twice-stretched anus. She had never known such exquisite joy, and she moaned out her ecstasy in mewling sobs as she bucked and writhed against his lewdly invading shaft. From the corner of her eye, she could see Den Seifert fucking her daughter Shirley. She watched as his cock disappeared into the openly glistening slit up between the girl's lewdly parted legs, then saw Rudi stride over to the obscenely coupled pair, his thick penis jutting from his hairy loins. He pressed it against the girl's soft, moist lips, forced it in until she was almost choking from the gagging bulk of the lustfully pulsating staff. Greedily, she began sucking on it, her cheeks hollowing and expanding as her tongue teased the tiny hole at its tip.
Behind Helen, Harry Franks rammed his cock deep into her rectum, feeling the soft, warm folds of distended flesh envelop it. The pistoning shaft seemed to grow, to expand on every stroke so that the sperm in his aching, swinging balls was building up to the point of explosion. He would have to shoot his fiery, churning load into her belly or he would disintegrate! Abruptly, he threw back his head and let out a long, loud scream as his shuddering climax convulsed his body.
The sound of his exultant cry drowned the noise of Anthony Hibberd's footsteps on the front porch, the slight click of the front door lock as he inserted the key and turned it.. . .
It was two hours later. Everyone had left and Helen and Shirley sat by the pool with Anthony. "Well, I'll be damned!" Anthony kept repeating, staring into the pool. "It was all here for me all the while, and I just didn't know it." He looked then into the lovely faces of his wife and daughter. Then they all smiled. Soon the smiles turned to loud laughter, with Helen being the last to join in.
"Life has taught us all a lesson today," Helen said, still laughing. "We're all human."
"And I thought I was the only one around here who was!" Anthony added.
"No, Dad," Shirley joined in. "I'm human. Maybe more than both of you. I just wouldn't admit it to myself. I kept putting these funny little thoughts out of my mind."
"What kind of thoughts?" Anthony asked his daughter, now serious.
"Oh, when I'd see you, Dad, out here at the pool, with that tight bathing suit of yours on. Wouldja' believe it, my mouth would actually water all up looking at that big bulge in your shorts. So I'd go up to my room and punish myself for being evil or something. And all I really wanted was to be made love to by my father. like I do right now. And one day I saw you standing nude at your bathroom sink. I almost went out of my mind thinking about it all day. But of course I couldn't tell anyone then."
"How nice that you can now, dear." Helen smiled. "I understand." There was a wild glint in Anthony's eyes as he stared at Shirley, so Helen added: "Tell you what? Why don't you and your father go up to your room, Shirley? Get to know each other? It's obvious you never really knew each other before. But I warn you, I'll be up there myself in an hour to get my share of this wonderful husband of mine!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Anthony was home again from one of his many trips. But now things were so different at his household. Helen sat at the pool, wearing a bikini and all-grown-up Shirley wore an even skimpier one.
"Hello, Shirley, honey. And hello, Helen." He grinned broadly. Both mother and daughter felt the immediate impact of Anthony's charm. He had the ability to make each of them feel, at the same instant, that he was hugely happy to see her, and her alone. Both mother and daughter instantly warmed under the new spell of his charm.
"Anthony, darling." Helen smiled, getting up, every inch of her rich body going into motion at once, making Anthony's throat go dry with quick desire.
Shirley squealed happily, skipping off the diving board and running over toward him, her tits, as full and ripe as melons, nearly bouncing out of her slender bikini top. She threw herself into his arms, gluing her nearly-naked body against his, driving her pussy mound shamelessly against his cock as she wildly kissed him, her tongue driving in between his lips.
The impact of her young body nearly knocked Anthony over. He grabbed her, cupping the naked moons of her buttocks with his hands, holding her close as he jammed his cock against her grinding pussy mound, returning her impassioned kiss, his tongue thrashing around hers. His prick was quickly beginning to swell inside his trousers. Her wet body was smeared tightly against his. She could feel his quick hardening. She pushed her mound in harder as she danced her tongue deeply into his mouth.
Helen watched her young daughter passionately kissing Anthony.
"Now, now." Helen laughed as she watched them kissing. "Break it up so "we can talk, Shirley." She didn't reprove her daughter's shameless behavior in any way.
"Oh, but Mother." Shirley pouted as the kiss broke, still shoving her lovely body against Anthony. "Who wants to talk when Anthony's around? Fucking's a lot more fun!" She laughed wildly.
"Come, sit by Mother, Shirley darling. We have to chat first-" She grinned wickedly.
The young girl pouted and looked sullen. Anthony eased himself out of the young girl's embrace. The front of his sport coat and trousers were wet from the girl's body. Before Anthony could say another word he was aware of his wet trousers. His hardening cock was making a big tent in the front of his trousers. He made no attempt to hide it. Mother and daughter stared at the hard-on, then glanced up into Anthony's eyes, their eyes smoking with desire and meaning.
"See!" Shirley cried out childishly, pointing her finger at Anthony's hard-on. "I gave him a rod! With one kiss!" No longer did she call him "Father" or "Daddy."
"The way you shoved your pussy at him, it's no wonder." Helen laughed to her daughter.
They were a strange pair, now, the strangest mother and daughter combination that Anthony had ever met. They shared everything together-most of all-sex.
Anthony walked over toward the poolside where Helen was lying again, the sun outlining the ripe curves of her nearly-naked, deeply tanned body. Shirley walked close by his side.
"Boy, did I give you a hard-on, Anthony!" the girl said with excitement. And, as they walked over toward the girl's mother, Shirley casually reached her hand to the front of Anthony's trousers. With practiced skill and speed she unzipped his fly and hoisted his huge, hard cock out, exposing it to the bright sunlight.
Anthony felt momentarily awkward. He was walking toward the girl's mother, his cock sticking out like a telephone pole from his gaping fly, the young girl's eager, practiced hand squeezing his aroused flesh brazenly.
"My, my." Helen laughed at her daughter, her eyes watching the young girl's hand as it squeezed his naked cock. "You certainly did give Anthony a hard-on, Shirley darling."
"And what a mouth-watering handful it is!" Shirley laughed, giving his long, thick cock a hard squeeze with her young, practiced fingers, making the head of his penis go red with rushing blood.
"That's for sure!" The mother laughed to the daughter.
Anthony sat down on a loveseat near Helen. Shirley sat close by his side, her hand cupping and sliding up and down slowly over the length of his arousal as it poked nakedly up out of his gaping fly.
"I don't know what kind of conversation I can have with the two of you as long as Shirley's jerking my cock off." Anthony laughed.
"You just talk and don't worry," Shirley giggled girlishly, her fingers greedily and eagerly squeezing his massive cock. "Isn't his peter the most beautiful thing you've ever seen, Mother?"
"It certainly is I" Helen leered.
"Someone might see us." Anthony laughed, not really caring.
"No. No one will see us," Helen said with a wicked smile, licking her pink tongue over her lips as she watched her daughter's fingers, tightly curled around Anthony's huge cock, moving lazily and teasingly up and down. The girl was whispering obscenely in Anthony's ear, nibbling on his earlobe, darting her tongue in and out of his ear.
"Well, I don't think we're going to be able to discuss anything right now." Anthony laughed, enjoying the expert way in which the young pretty girl was fondling his hard cock.
"You're right, sweetie!" The girl giggled, her eyes glittering with lust.
"Shirley, undress Anthony," Helen said.
"Ummm, that'll be fun!" The girl laughed happily.
"Stand up, please, Anthony, you yummy man with a delicious prick, you."
With a laugh, Anthony got up. The girl laughed at him throatily. She put her arms around him, pulling him close, thrilling to the feel of his huge, stiff cock as it rubbed against her naked thighs, squirming her mound, so thinly covered by the bikini, against it. She kissed him. Her tongue touched his as her body worked hotly against his.
"Shirley. I said undress him." Helen laughed.
"Oh, all right, Mother." The girl pouted prettily. "I just feel like fooling around a little bit first!"
She thrust her hips tightly to his, and her fingers worked, untying his tie. She slipped the tie off, removed his jacket, tossing both of them onto the love seat carelessly. She slowly, teasingly, undid the buttons of his shirt. She pulled off his shirt, tossing it on the love seat. Her mouth went to his chest, her lips working over his flat nipples as if they were a woman's.
"Oh, little girl." Anthony sighed, pleased.
"Our daughter's quite a little sexpot, isn't she?" Helen smiled.
"She sure is." Anthony laughed.
Shirley pulled the shirt from Anthony. She began to kiss down over his belly, giggling as her tongue stabbed into his navel, making him groan. And then she bent before him, unlaced his shoes, removing them, pulling off his socks.
Anthony studied the look of wanton excitement on the pretty young girl's face. And then Shirley was on her knees before him. He looked down the deep valley between her swaying tits. He could see the slender strip of her bikini top clinging to her extended cherry nipples. She unhooked his belt and slowly pulled down his pants, after releasing the top button. She feasted her eyes, as her mother did, on his huge cock, sticking out of the opening in the front of his shorts.
"Isn't his prick something else again, Mother?" Shirley said, her eyes hungering over Anthony's massive erection.
"There's only one like it, and Anthony has it." Helen grinned.
Anthony smiled, enjoying the way the mother and daughter were admiring his swollen prick. He said nothing. He stood there enjoying them, enjoying his hard-on, knowing he was going to enjoy stimulating sex with the two of them.
"Let's get the silly shorts off," Shirley said breathlessly.
"What do you mean by silly?" Anthony frowned, mocking anger. "Those shorts cost me ten bucks."
"A waste of good money." Helen laughed. "Now..." the young girl panted eagerly. "Now to get those shorts off you, Anthony I"
The girl's hands trembled, shook, showing her excitement and desire. She was melting with hot longing. She slowly began to draw his shorts down, as if teasing herself by drawing them down so slowly. Down, down, she lowered them, inch by inch.
"The unveiling of cock," Shirley giggled.
"Stop playing around, Shirley," Helen said to her daughter. "Take them off."
"Let the girl have her fun." Anthony smiled.
The expensive material of Anthony's shorts had bunched low on his hips and would go down no lower.
"You silly girl." Helen laughed at her daughter when she saw what was halting the downward progress of Anthony's shorts. "Can't you see what's the matter?"
The girl giggled wildly. She saw. The shorts were caught by the huge thrust of Anthony's cock. The girl giggled and stretched out the elastic waistband. It gaped away from his stomach. She now had it free. She had pulled it out far enough so that it would clear the huge thrust of his cock. Down his shorts went. She tossed them aside carelessly.
"What a cock," the young girl whispered reverently as she knelt there before him on her knees, surveying his hard-on candidly with her glowing eyes.
"What would you like to do with it?" Anthony asked, smiling down at her.
"Everything!" she exclaimed.
"Now, now, Shirley." Helen laughed.
"I want to do everything with it," Shirley said with excitement. "I want to suck it. I want to feel it in my pussy every way there is. I want it in my behind. I want it between my tits. I want it--"
"Just a moment, darling." The girl's mother laughed. "Don't be a glutton. Save some for your sex-starved mother."
"That'll be the day when you're sex-starved." Anthony laughed.
"I'm always sex-starved, Anthony, except when you're around." Helen grinned.
"Me too!" the girl said.
"The two of you'll wear my pecker out." Anthony laughed.
"Fat chance! It's too big to ever wear out!"
Shirley reached up her hand and clutched his rod, her fingers curling tightly around its thickness.
"Ummmm, it's beautiful, Anthony," Shirley purred, her warm breath fanning over his aroused penis.
"I'm going to get out of my bikini," Helen said as she stood up and reached behind her to the clasp that held the top in place over her full, ripe, swaying breasts.
As her mother unsnapped her bra, Shirley went to work on Anthony. With a wanton laugh that came from deep in her throat the girl bent low and began to trail wet kisses over Anthony's legs. He stood over her, smiling, enjoying the slavish way in which the young girl was worshiping him. His eyes darted from the kneeling girl to her mother, who was beginning to slip the triangle of cloth away from her lush hips.
Shirley's lips moved up slowly. She kissed lovingly over his calves, then over his knees onto his thighs. Her hand was grasping his swollen prick, manipulating it seductively. Her other hand was at his naked buttocks, her fingers stroking deeply in and along the deep, sensitive trench between his ass-cheeks.
Now the girl's hot, wet lips were close to his swollen balls. She kissed wetly over his inner thighs. Anthony felt the flit of the girl's lips on his inner thighs, and his legs began to quake with excitement. She was a sexpot all right, experienced way beyond her years.
The girl was trying to torment him by keeping her heated kisses just shy of his cock and balls. And then she moved her young, lovely face higher and she began to hotly, wetly, drag her tongue over the sac. Her tongue was like a teasing, wet snake as it licked over his sensitive areas. Her fingers were working seductively deep in the slit of his anus.
Then Shirley and Anthony heard a splash. Helen dove into the pool. With a laugh, Shirley sprang to her feet, and, in a wink stripped away her bikini and plunged into the pool, joining her naked mother. Anthony stood by the side of the pool, naked, fully aroused.
"Come on in, Anthony, the water's lovely for fucking!" Helen cried. Anthony plunged in.
Anthony swam underwater toward the shallow part. He came up and burst out of the water like a huge fish being yanked out by a strong line and biting hook, water streaming down over his body, blinking his eyes. The water was chest-deep, cool and refreshing on his naked body. The bright sun hit the shimmering water, forming silver dimes that glinted and dazzled.
No sooner had Anthony come up for air than he felt feminine hands on his body under water. He stared down through the surface of the clear blue water. He saw the nude forms of Helen and Shirley swimming underwater, around him. He felt hands on his legs. He felt a pair of lips close tightly over the head of his floating bloated prick. Hands tickled his balls. Lips sucked on his prick. Hands spread his buttocks' cheeks and a stiff finger plunged into his sensitive anus, to the knuckle, making him shout with a mixture of pleasure and pain.
And then, mother and daughter surfaced, laughing, giggling, water streaming over their tanned, luscious bodies. Both mother and daughter pressed their naked, glistening bodies in close around his, and their hands continued to fondle him intimately.
"We're going to make aquatic love, Anthony." Helen laughed.
"We'll fuck up a storm in the pool!" Shirley giggled.
"If we stay in the water long enough," Anthony said, "our skin will get as wrinkled as prunes."
"As long as your prick doesn't shrivel up, it's okay." Shirley laughed, her fingers curled and caressing on his hard cock.
"We've always talked about drowning on love, Anthony, now's our chance to try." Helen smiled, biting his earlobe, rubbing her tits against his slippery back.
