Chapter 5

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 latchkey, 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.

Dan 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, half-erect 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 other 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, out-maneuvered 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 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 unlike 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."

"Wrong!" Franks snapped triumphantly "She's sucking and finger-fucking you That's different, isn't it?"

"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 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, openmouthed in horror.

"Because if you haven't," the insurance boss said, advancing menacingly toward the "couch with his punishing, redly glistening instrument held in front of him like a lance, "I think it's time you were...."