Chapter 2
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, Dan! 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!" Dan 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, Dan. 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, Dan, 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. Dan 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, Dan 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 crotchband 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, Dan 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 Dan 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?" Dan 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 Dan 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 Dan. "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 Dan 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 Dan 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. "Dan," 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, Dan," 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 Dan'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 Dan 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?"
Dan 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!" Dan 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 Dan 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, Dan! 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, Dan."
"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 Dan, 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 Dan, 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: "Dan, 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 Dan 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!
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, overladen 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 Dan. 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: Dan 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 Dan 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 Dan 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 girVs 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!
A scream bubbled up in her throat-but it would not pass her lips. Turning her head, she saw the lust-filled features of Dan 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." Dan chuckled.
"How dare you! That's a terrible thing to say!" Shirley whispered fiercely. "You know that isn't true! You know perfectly well, Dan 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 Dan'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. Dan 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 asscheeks. She struggled 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 Dan'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 Dan 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 Dan'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 Dan'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 pink 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 ovalled 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 Dan'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 Dan'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 I 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 Dan'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 pink 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 asscheeks 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 Dan 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 Dan'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 tremored 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 Dan 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, Dan 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 probings of Dan'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 Dan 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 Dan'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, Dan! 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, Dan 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!" Dan 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 Dan 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 Dan 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 Dan's hand, squeezed it once, and then opened the door, slid out of the car and ran up the flagstones to the darkened porch.