Chapter 4

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 Dan 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 Dan. 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 latchkey 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 asscheeks 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 hack 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, Dan 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 Dan'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. Dan 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!" Dan 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 Dan 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 once that they would never understand, not in the state they were in. But, dear God, she had to confide in someone. And there was nobody else. "Dan ..." she began weakly.

He spat noisily into the empty fireplace. "Well, what is it?"

Shirley gulped. "Dan-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 Dan 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, Dan, 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 Dan.

"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. "Dan, 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!"

"You were in the living room, remember?" Dan put in slyly. "What happened then?"

"I ...I saw . . ." She shook her head, sobbing. "I can't tell you!"

"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!" she screamed again. "Leave me alone!"

"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 Dan'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 I 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 legband 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!" Dan crowed. "It was her mother! In her own house! What d'you mow! 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, Dan?" 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."

Dan 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?" Dan 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! They were ...fucking. ..." she whispered.

"Tell us what it was like, Shirley," Dan 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!" she cried at once. "Why not?" He sounded like the D.A. in some television crime series.

"Because," Dan 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, Dan? 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 o wickedness, to confide in these utterly evi 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 Dan'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 Dan 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! 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 heart 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, Dan 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.

Dan 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 ovalled 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 Dan'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 Dan 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 ovalled lips. But at last Dan'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," Dan 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! Must'a 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 Dan'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...?" Dan 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! J 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," Dan 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?" Dan 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?" Dan's voice rose almost to a squeal with wonderment.

"Sure. Why not?"

Dan 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!"