Among teenagers, sex is like a virus that strikes without warning. One minute, they blush at an innocent good-night kiss. The next thing that happens is they are frantically masturbating themselves under the covers at bedtime and are blushing because they were almost caught.
Although this book deals with the rampant sexuality that seems to envelop most teenagers like some sort of disease, this book is based on the even more important problem of sexual sadism.
For many people, too many for comfort, sexuality once begun leads ultimately to a series of excesses because the individual's sexual appetite requires inflicting pain on others. In some people, this might be caused by nature--a physical deformity that makes normal sex impossible for the individual. But sadists have been prevalent in human society since the dawn of time.
Pain and sex are intermingled. Sexual ecstasy frequently contains elements of pain-particularly to women-that are not noticed until after the sex act is completed. Physiologically, this is understandable. Women must be prepared to withstand the enormous pain of childbirth without being permanently traumatized by it. And nature concedes the point by mingling pain and pleasure in such a way that the pleasure of sex and the joy of birth can be indulged again and again without creating a resistance to either one.
Though not a psychology text, this novel is an insight into some of the perversities of human sexuality.
THE PUBLISHER
Chapter One
Suzie stretched her hand lazily over the edge of her twin bed and dropped the algebra book on the carpet. Not that she didn't like math, but she was smart enough that a few hours study before dinner was all she needed to make her passing grades. And there it was nearly seven o'clock and she was bored with her high school class assignments. What she wanted was a boy. "Not really a boy," she said to herself, "a huge big dripping juicy cock."
Casually she pulled the bottom of her short wool skirt up above her waist and looked at the most important part of her lithe and beautiful little fourteen-year-old body. Fat little pussy lips puckered out from a nest of thickening dark hair.
"How pretty it is," she thought, "nestled between my long lovely white thighs." And it was beautiful. And so were her slender young legs. She took care to shave them when needed in order to show off by contrast the dark mysterious bush that partially hid her tender pink pussy.
"It is beautiful, isn't it Suzie?" murmured Cindy, watching her sister from across the room they shared had been observing Suzie ever since the young girl had first exposed herself, and had fully understood the sexual desires the fourteen-year-old was feeling. At seventeen, more developed than her sister, Cindy was feeling the same unfulfilled frustration. Long before her sister, she had set her dull American history text aside and dreamily begun to contemplate the nature of the sexual universe.
"Cindy?" responded Suzie, looking at the lovely girl across the room-almost her twin except for her more fully developed body-"maybe we ought to call Roger and that other boy we met last week. No one would know, and our pussies ...
"Absolutely not," exclaimed the older girl, startled out of her dreamy laziness. "You know we can't do anything to endanger our father's reputation, or let anyone know that we're not the pure little, simple minded virgins people think We are."
"But Cindy," the young girl pleaded, "we wouldn't let the town know. All ..."
"But we would let the town know. You know how those boys at Rockford High are. They'll tell every detail to everybody, just to prove their own puny little potency. They'd describe us from the tip of our nipples to the color of our come. Everybody in the God damned town would know we'd thrown 'em a fuck before tomorrow night's supper."
"But Cindy, it's been over a month since either of us had any," Suzie protested again, pleading for some kind of desperate solution to the aching pains in her young quim. "Roger wouldn't talk-he's got the reputation of a real stud-and a gentleman."
Cindy sat back on her own twin bed and looked at her young sister with loving exasperation. Not only did her body show three years more development than her little sister, so did her intelligence and experience.
"Don't you know," she began carefully, "that the reason he's got such a reputation as a great stud and gentleman is that he's told everyone about it. If he were as discreet as you think, how would anyone know of his accomplishments?" Cindy was trying to reason carefully. It was important that the two young girls keep their reputation for purity in the small conservative town, or their father's chances for re-election as town Sheriff might be ruined.
Suzie blinked at the truth of her sister's statement, but her aching needs were too pressing for her to give up without a fight. "You date Roger-you're almost his steady-but you don't worry about your reputation."
"That's because he's never had anything to talk about. And when he lies, it's obvious it's a lie. Everyone knows I've never screwed him-he can't talk of anything else among his friends-and that's the best argument I've got for my virginity. Any girl that would go out with Super Stud every week and not get laid has got to have a pussy tighter than Miss Kuim's, if she were caught naked in an Alaskan blizzard with an ice cube up her cunt."
Suzie giggled at that. Miss Kuim, their gym teacher, had a reputation for being the most unlikely girl in town to succeed with either man, woman or beast. A virgin at birth, she was destined to he a virgin at death-or at least the two young girls, still a little naive, had always thought.
"But Cindy, what are we going to do?" finally asked Suzie, almost desperate with hurt and frustration. She knew her sister was right, but that didn't still the nagging urge between her legs, left unsatisfied for a month. "More than a month," she calculated. It had been nearly six weeks since they had gone with their father to Colorado and had met those two young ski jocks. Fortunately Daddy had been forced to leave them alone for a few days while on business.
Cindy looked at the younger girl sympathetically. She felt the same needs. Quietly she got up and moved across the room.
Suzie's big dark eyes looked up at her lovingly. "Want some?" she asked, suddenly less serious. Quickly she lifted up the skirt still higher-exposing herself to the waist.
Cindy laughed, then smiled. "No, my beautiful sister, but I love you. And if I had a man I sure as hell'd share him with you."
Quietly she sat down by her young sister and gave her a light but meaningful little French kiss. Her hand slipped like an old friend under the girl's blouse and cupped a firm little perky breast. The two Smith girls were not given particularly to Lesbian activities, but they did have a huge double dildo hidden away in their closet which they could use when desperately alone together, or with particularly close friends. With their father still not due home for another two hours, they both began to wonder if they shouldn't dig it out from its hiding place and satisfy some of their urgent needs.
But the girls were not quite as alone as they thought. Outside their door their younger brother peered anxiously through the key hole. At eleven years, Joey Smith was more than ready for sex. But his eager attempts to find a recipient for his precocious pecker had been continually frustrated. Girls his own age weren't ready yet, and older girls didn't take him seriously.
As a result, one of his chief erotic pleasures was watching his sisters screw each other. He regretted they did it so seldom during the day when when he could watch. Usually they waited until night, when the lights were out. Standing quietly outside their door, when he was supposed to be sleeping, he could hear their moans and cries of pleasure as the bed springs squeaked violently. But it was always too dark to see.
Yet occasionally, as today, their passions would grow too big to be ignored until bed time. On these occasions Joey would get an eye full, masturbating vigorously as he watched. Joey looked on eagerly as the two girls gently began to caress and fondle each other's body. Just as gently the eleven-year-old stroked his slender, hard love tool.
He loved the sight of his sisters, more beautiful than the pictures in the magazines. Suzie's still developing body was slender and small, with perky round breasts no bigger than apples, and firm hips that were still small and boyish. Her pussy bush had only begun to thicken the last few months. Like her older sister, it was going to be thick and bushy. Both girls were dark brunettes, with large liquid brown eyes. Their flesh was firm and rosy, without blemish.
Yet as much as he loved the sight of his young sister's body, Cindy was .Joey's favorite. There was no wasted fat on her, yet her legs and thighs were beautifully shaped columns of soft flesh, and her bottom full and round. Her breasts were unbelievably delightful. Large firm pear shapes, they projected smartly from her body and ended in upturned dark purplish nipples. Joey was sure she had the most beautiful figure imaginable.
And not only were they beautiful, they were both fully committed to love. It was their tragedy that their father was the Sheriff and in a precarious political situation. In order not to damage his reputation among the conservative people in Normasburg County, both girls had willingly pledged themselves to a life of the strictest virtue while they lived there.
But naturally, neither girl could really live without men. With sopping aching cunts which they had first become aware of in their pre-teens, and with the joy they had long ago experienced from a fat, hard dick, they were too much dedicated to a good sex life to deny themselves the most important pleasures of a teenage girl. But they had denied themselves any sexual release with the local boys, especially those they went to high school with. Among the boys and teachers at Rockford High they maintained a reputation of spotless purity and virginity. Only when they could get away from Normasburg itself did they ever loose the control they held on their already enormous sexual drives.
Cindy felt Suzie's nipple tighten under her gentle fingers. She knew she was giving her beloved sister at least some of the satisfaction she was longing for. At the same time she felt a firm pressure between her own legs. It was Suzie's gentle hand exploring her moistening cunt. Casually Cindy reached down and pulled her own panties to her knees. Not the tiny bikini panties she longed to wear-but big white cotton briefs that covered much more of her body than she ever really wanted concealed. Spontaneously the girls began to kiss more passionately, knowing that the huge double dong and its relief were only a few feet away.
"Dong-dong, dong-dong," interrupted the door bell unceremoniously. The two girls broke apart, startled by the interruption. They heard the front door slam and the tread of heavy feet clomping up the stairs. From the sound they could tell it was Liddy Foster, their favorite girl friend. Joey quickly padded back to his room in disgust.
"God damned, she could have waited 'till we fucked," muttered Suzie, discontented by their friend's premature interruption. They both waited quietly, a little irritated, staring at their bedroom door. However, neither one made an effort to cover their naked genitals. After all, they'd made love with Liddy many times, both alone and in threesomes. There was little their trusted rambunctious friend didn't know about them-either in body or spirit. In fact, she was the only person in Normasburg that knew they weren't virgins.
Liddy popped open the door and bounced into the room. She was all serious when she entered, staring at a headline in the afternoon Daily News. But just one sight of the bare young, now swollen cunts of her two girl friends-gaping hot with the thick honey that had begun to ooze from them-made her broad freckled face burst into a joyous smile. Anything that had to do with sex would make Liddy smile with delight. Whether morbid, loving, male, female, real or imaginary, she loved it all. Nor did she make any bones about it. Liddy was as open about sex as Suzie and Cindy were secretive.
"Hey, can I get into something?" the young blonde intruder cried enthusiastically. Without a sign of inhibition, the stocky seventeen-year-old blonde began to wiggle out of her pants. Her panties were down to her knees before Cindy finally stopped her.
"God damn you, Liddy. Don't make it worse than it is. We want a man!"
"That's not what it looks like to me, with both your cunnies gaping open for the world to see," she replied. She was hurt at the rebuff from her two young friends, and frustrated by the thought of missing a good time. But seeing the hurt expression on Liddy's naturally happy, round face the two sisters could not help but laugh. In doing so they forgot their irritation at her intrusion.
"What are you reading that's so important?" asked the older girl.
"Yeah, what's in the paper that made you look so serious for a change?" chimed in Suzie.
Liddy looked again at the paper and then down again at her clothes which lay at her feet. With a sigh that expressed her resignation she kicked them casually into a corner. Naked from the waist down, she walked across the room and plopped on the bed with the other girls. Not quite by accident she lay back and let her head come to rest against Cindy's soft quim. She was tempted to give her a kiss but forgot it, remembering the girl's earlier irritation. Instead she spread the paper open so all of them could see.
"It's those sex murders again. They got another girl last night, and this time it was one of our Rockford High girls."
"Oh no!" gasped Suzie suddenly. She stared open mouthed at the headlines. "It's Sally Donalds. We used to walk home from school together every day last semester." An obvious expression of pain and amazement contorted the fourteen-year-olds pretty face.
"That cute little redhead you used to help with her homework?" asked Cindy, also concerned about what had happened.
"Yeah, that's her. She wasn't awfully smart, but she was awfully, awfully nice. And just my age, too. This is horrible."
"And still a virgin too," chipped in Liddy.
Anger in her eyes, Cindy looked down at her friend, still nestled between her ivory legs. Even for the Smith girls there were times when sex had no place, and a murdered friend was one of them.
"You don't know whether she was still a virgin," Cindy spoke testily.
"I'm sorry I brought up sex like that, Cindy. I didn't mean to he crass-I just meant that to die so young she'll miss so much. Besides, I know she was a virgin. At least she was a week ago. I cornered her in the showers when Miss Kuim wasn't looking and stuck my finger up it. Skin still in place. No big dick had fucked that cute little box."
Liddy stopped to think a moment, and then began to cry softly. Unable still to restrain herself, Suzie began to sob also.
"And it was so cute, too," continued the pretty plump blonde. "it had just the tiny beginnings of a little red bush. You could see her little crack clear across the room. And when I stuck my finger in it, she actually began to cry with embarrassment. So shy. Maybe I shouldn't have done it." Liddy began to sob more loudly.
"It's all right Liddy," said Cindy, trying to comfort the girl. Gently she stroked her long blonde hair, her momentary flash of anger passed. "You meant no harm. You just love sex, that's all. You wouldn't deliberately embarrass or hurt anybody."
For awhile the three girls just lay there, two of them weeping softly. The older brunette tried to comfort them as best she could. Finally they ceased their tears when Cindy shifted her position on the bed.
"What's wrong," asked Liddy, "was I pushing too hard against your cunny?"
"Not, not too hard," Cindy answered softly, "just some of your hair got in my pussy hole and made it itch."
Liddy smiled up at her sweetly. This time she did not hesitate to place a moist little kiss on the puckered lips of the girl's quim. "I'm sorry Cindy. I wish I had short dark hair like yours, but blondes almost gotta wear their hair long. It's what the boys expect."
"Oh, Liddy," broke in Suzie this time, "you know you don't mind having blonde hair, long or otherwise. At least two-thirds of the boys in school prefer blondes to brunettes."
"I know, Suzie, but they shouldn't. Look at my cunny. My bush is just a big mat of honey colored hair that looks like dirty straw all the time. And it doesn't hide anything at all. But look at yours and Cindy's. Your rose bush ... "
"Yes, we know," laughed the younger girl. "You've told us a dozen times. Our bushes are thick and dark and hide our little fuck holes mysteriously."
"Uh huh," added the other sister jovially, "so that men have to try and get in them so they can really find out what they're like. Right!'
"But it is right," answered Liddy, a little perturbed at the girls making fun of her. "When I drop my trousers and spread I'm all right there. And the boys just look between my legs and say "There's Liddy! One huge gaping, hole that gets bigger every time it's fucked. And with a little mat of dirty hair on top of it."
The sisters started to laugh now almost uncontrollably, forgetting momentarily the recent tragic news about Sally.
"They don't either say that, Liddy," laughed Cindy.
"No," added Suzie, "they look at that huge gaping crater and compare it to the beauties of the Grand Canyon. They tell you how beautiful and colorful it is inside, and that it's one of Nature's greatest gifts to man."
At this ridiculous comparison Liddy too began to enjoy herself again. "And every time they see it, they want to jump in too."
"And whenever they see these Grand Tetons," added Cindy quickly, reaching down and pulling Liddy's sweater up to her neck, "they want to climb them."
"And kiss the very top of the peak when they get there," contributed Suzie, reaching over to kiss the tips of Liddy's exposed breasts.
"This girl looks like she was just made to be fucked," said Cindy, gazing down pleasantly at her near naked friend. "What time is it? Two more hours before Daddy gets home? Get that double dildo, Suzie! We're going to rape this virgin who is so ashamed of her own pussy."
"Great!" squealed Suzie with glee, literally jumping over the other two girls and dashing to the closet door. Meanwhile Cindy pressed Liddy's arms down with pretended force, while the big blonde made mock pleas for mercy.
"Oh, no. No!" she cried, wriggling as if she were trying to get away from her friend's grasp. "Don't do this to me. I'm saving it for when I get married," she gasped in supposed terror, hardly able to keep back her laughter. The three girls had often enjoyed the dildo together, but this was the first time the sisters had ever really initiated the action. And Liddy was thoroughly loving it.
"I'm first, I'm first," cried Suzie, as she came running back.
"No, I am," said the other, "I'm the oldest."
"But I'm the horniest. You get seconds."
"Oh no, not that!" cried Liddy, "not both of you. Please if you have to do it, just one of you. What will my father say? And my boy friend? And the doctor? And the preacher?"
Cindy laughed at Liddy's pretended misery and nodded to Suzie to have the first screw.
"Ah ha, I'm first," said Susie, walking up close to Liddy's face. "See this," she said, lifting up her skirt and exposing her genitals again. She had stuck the dildo in about five inches, leaving more than a foot sticking out. It looked grotesquely huge hanging from the small girl's tight little crack.
"This is my tally-whacker, and you know what a tally-whacker's used for, don't you? Answer me my pretty victim." Suzie's own cunt cream was beginning to ooze out onto the thick dong, making it look deliciously slimy.
"Oh no," cried Liddy again, still wriggling on the bed.
"No! You don't know what it's for? Then I'll show you."
"No, no. I mean I know what it's for. Don't do it to me. I won't let you in. I won't!" The blonde closed her legs, tightly, concealing her normally gaping box.
"You will, you will!" cried the precocious fourteen-year-old and began to pry Liddy's knees apart with her hands, the cock still swinging between her legs. Liddy, of course, was much stronger than Suzie, but in a few minutes she let her friend spread her open, in simulated defeat.
"Oh, I am ruined," she gasped, "ruined. No man will ever marry me now." The blonde tried to turn her head away as if to avoid the awful sight, when suddenly she screamed again. But this time for real. In her enthusiasm Suzie had shoved nearly ten inches of the fat dong into Liddy's quim and the girl hadn't quite been ready for so much.
Liddy looked up into her friend's face with startled hurt, which gradually turned to love. "Oh Suzie," she muttered finally, "that's good. Do it again. No, hard just like before. All the way if you can. It hurt but it felt so good. Please, Suzie."
The fourteen-year-old hesitated for a moment. She had been afraid she'd overdone it and hurt her good friend, but now Liddy was asking for it. Carefully she positioned herself so it would go straight home and rammed with all her might.
But this time Liddy was more relaxed and took it without pain. The surprise was on Suzie. Never before had she taken more than seven inches, but inadvertently she had forced much more in this time. For a moment she wiggled and screamed in pain, her pussy contorting spasmodically around the thick shaft so that she couldn't back off. Hut soon the pain began to diminish and the pleasure began. Suzie relaxed and squirmed about on the cock, rubbing it against every part of her interior.
"It's good now," she whispered, looking at the worried expression of her two partners' faces. She wiped the perspiration off her forehead. "Nothing hurt, just stretched." She smiled.
"You sure?" asked both girls simultaneously.
Suzie grinned again and looked down. There was only about an inch of the big dildo still visible between their cunts. "I must have had a good eight inches in there. That's a first. Pretty good for a little girl like me."
The other two laughed in response, and Liddy began to wiggle her ass impatiently, making the cock churn up into Suzie's body. Rhythmically the other girl responded. and in minutes their two bodies were working together, giving life to the huge piece of rubber in their quims.
No longer required to keep their hands on Liddy by the game of rape they were playing, Cindy was finally able to sit back and strip off her own clothes. Thick honey was already oozing out her pussy and down her legs. She'd have to wait her turn for the dildo, but that wasn't the only way to cool a hot cunt. Carefully she lowered her gaping hot love mound over Liddy's face. In a moment there came the welcome feeling of a tongue licking the excess juice off her thighs. and her lips.
"Inside Liddy, please, in ... oh, yes, there," Cindy squirmed her sopping love grotto deeper against her friend's expert mouth. Leaning forward she began to undo Suzie's blouse, pulled it off, and in a moment was caressing her sister's small but beautifully firm boobs. Eagerly her fingers squeezed and molded the pliable cones of hot flesh. She felt young nipples harden to stone under her rough thumbing.
A vital thrust up from Liddy sent Suzie firmly into her sister's arms and they met in a deep French kiss, tongues moving deep from one mouth to the other, hungrily licking each other. And just as hungrily Liddy's tongue penetrated Cindy's steaming pussy. Their asses moved together in a spasmodic rhythm, reinforcing all their pleasures.
Joey again stared through the keyhole at his two sisters, churning up and down on their friend's body. He had never seen Liddy naked before, though he knew the three sometimes made love. He saw everything, and most of all he was impressed by Liddy's body, by her huge boobs. He had never thought jugs could be so big.
Carefully he unzipped his pants and wrapped his small young carrot in his handkerchief. He wanted to fuck them-any one of them, and he didn't know which he wanted most. His little pecker was hard, and he imitated the rhythm of the three girls. As each caressed, sucked and fucked the other, Joey rubbed himself violently. Finally the four came together, though the girls never suspected Joey's presence.
Liddy's short screams of pleasure were stifled by the steaming flesh of Cindy's twat, but the sisters broke their mouths apart and gave full voice to their ecstasy. Violently Cindy crushed her hips down on her friend's face, as Suzie and Liddy jerked their cunts together. Inside their stinking caves the dildo slapped and tossed recklessly about with increasing violence. Quickly Suzie's hand darted between her sister's legs, avoided Liddy's tongue and pinched her swollen clit.
"Oh, Suzie, Susie," screamed Cindy in undisguised pain, "oh it hurts good, oh." Forcefully she dug her fingernails into the fourteen-year-olds bobbing little jugs, returning pain for pain.
"Cindy, Cindy, oh, oh," shrilled the little girl in her thin voice. "Liddy, oh Liddy," she moaned again, as she felt the stiff rod inside her push even deeper into her smoldering pussy.
Liddy arched her body off the bed, rotating her hips dizzily under the tiny girl's crotch. At the same time she bit and nipped mercilessly at the tender flesh of the other sister's cunt.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh," shouted Cindy as she felt the welcome pain of her girl friend's sharp teeth, joined with the torturing pinches on her throbbing clit from Suzie. "Oh, God, I'm coming," she gasped ecstatically, as copious floods of her cream gushed out of her cunt and onto Liddy's eager waiting face. Gratefully the blonde lapped at the white come, tasting its hot sweetness.
Her body jerking and thrashing insanely, Cindy grabbed the dildo that joined the other girls' squirming twats. Rapidly she began to jerk it up and down into their sweating boxes, causing them to cry out in pain. But their cries soon turned to those of ecstatic joy. Moaning, crying and screaming the three girls came together in what seemed like an endless climax.
Finally, exhausted and spent, the girls settled back together on the bed, sharing the one large pillow. Proud of her achievement, Suzie kept the huge dong inside her cunt as far as it had gone. She wanted to measure how much she'd taken before it came out. But it wasn't the time now to ask someone to get up and find a ruler for her.
Meanwhile Joey kept an intent eye on them. Gradually his own panting subsided and his cock seemed to shrink fantastically. But he didn't leave. He could sense there was more to come.
After they rested, Liddy got up and stepped over to Suzie's desk. Ever with an eye to anything erotic she had guessed the young girl's desire to measure the dong, and in a moment she returned with a ruler. Carefully they marked the point where it entered the fourteen-year-old cunt and drew the dong out slowly.
"Eight and one half inches," declared Liddy expertly, carefully measuring the huge dildo.
"Congratulations," added Cindy enthusiastically. "That's almost as much as I've ever had. You really took it in this time, sis." The brunette beamed happily at her younger sister, but was surprised to see the traces of a frown at the edges of the young girl's pretty mouth.
"I thought it'd be at least nine inches," said Suzie pettishly. "That means you had almost eleven inches Liddy."
In response the blonde grinned broadly. "For a little fourteen-year-old you sure are ambitious. In the first place my little fucker, I'm not only older but a lot bigger than either you or your sister. And in the second, my cunt's extra large even for my size. I don't know another girl that can take over nine inches comfortably, and a lot of grown women are uncomfortable even over seven.
"Really?" asked the little sister in surprise, not quite believing what she had heard. "I thought they'd all get as big as yours when old enough and fucked enough."
"Not quite, my little sexpot," murmured Liddy, leaning over and gently kissing a small, pert nipple. "And you'll be lucky if you don't. I almost have to have a really big cock to be happy anymore, while you can take on almost any size for pleasure."
Joey, still standing in rapt attention outside the door, listened carefully. At eleven years his little pecker wasn't so little after all. It was nearly six inches already, when really hard. He had measured it many times.
Back on the bed Suzie was beginning to moan again softly with pleasure. The kisses and caresses that Liddy had begun at the girl's firm young breast had advanced warmly to her willing cunny. Cindy looked on expectantly.
But always considerate, Liddy paused and looked over at the other sister. "It's really your turn this time Cindy. Want some?"
Cindy smiled and again picked up the big rubber tool. She looked at it thoughtfully for a moment, stroking one of the bulbous ends. "Yes," she answered quietly, "I do want some. But you know it's not really what I want. It doesn't throb and it doesn't shoot hot come in me. That's what I really want."
Liddy felt exasperated by the girl's mentioning again the need for a man, when there wasn't one available. "Look, Cindy," she said evenly, "we'd all rather have a man. But if you don't have one, you don't. And you make do with what you got. Besides, if you'd screw with the boys at Rockford you'd have all the cock you want. There's not a boy there that hasn't masturbated with the thought of your pretty quim in his mind."
"I've already been through that once today with Suzie," replied Cindy tartly. "You know that's out of the question- and don't you ever let anybody there know we're not virgins. Out father ... "
"Oh, I know," broke in Liddy impatiently, "Big Daddy's reputation would be endangered." The blonde sighed audibly. "And of course you're right. This town is full of old maids-hypocritical -whores who are too old now to get any-and they'd raise hell over the Sheriff's daughters fucking around."
"Right, Liddy. I do wish we could screw around like the other girls, though. We'd show this town something."
Frustrated by all the conversation and already aroused by the petting Liddy had initiated, Suzie took this as the time to break in. "So we might as well just do what we've been doing until we get some men, right Liddy. So please, please Liddy, kiss me some more. Right here Liddy, where it hurts." She reached down her slender hand and cutely spread her cunny lips apart with her fingers. Never satiated when it came to sex, Suzie was impatient to get started again. But the girl was going to have to put up with her frustration a little longer, for her blonde lover was again in a serious mood.
Liddy gave a cute little kiss on Suzie's cunt to show she loved her, but immediately looked back to her older sister. "Seriously, Cindy. With or without your spotless reputation, if your Daddy doesn't find those sex slayers soon he won't have any future here anyway. At least that's what my father said the other night at dinner. Is he working on it?"
"Oh God, is he ever. That's why he's out tonight. He's been working from daybreak to midnight every day just looking for a lead. But there aren't any. We're really worried about Daddy with this case. The whole town's up in arms, and he can't seem to get anywhere with it."
Suzie realized that for the moment her desires would have to go unsatisfied. Gracefully she scooted to a sitting position and leaned her back against the headboard. Quietly she listened to the two older girls discuss the case. Outside the room Joey, too, was unhappy with this serious turn of events.
Quietly and systematically Cindy related to their close friend the few facts of the case. There had been seven murders in all. In each case it had been a girl fifteen or under, and each had been from a nice respectable family. "They've all come home from school, had dinner, and left supposedly to go somewhere known to the parents. Hours later, frantic calls by the family revealed that the girl had not only not gone to the friend's, or library or wherever, but had not been expected. Three or four days later their bodies would be found in a roadside ditch, sexually molested and horribly mutilated. Their throats had been cut and they had been allowed to bleed to death."
"They might have had jobs their parents wouldn't approve of .
"Good idea," agreed Liddy, "but then they'd have had to make up an excuse to be gone every night, or whenever they worked. The studying with a friend routine wouldn't hold out very long for that."
"Not if it were just a one night thing," broke in Cindy. "Just a few extra bucks, like those Marine recruiters were in town last year. You let them gang-bang you all night for a hundred dollars-and you told your Dad you spent the night with us."
"But we've already eliminated the sexual part for these girls."
"Right Liddy. But believe it or not there are other things a girl might do besides fuck, Maybe they had another way."
Each girl thought over this conclusion carefully, trying to discover a flaw. Unconsciously Liddy ran two fingers slowly in and out of her pussy. Years before she had developed the habit of finger fucking herself whenever she contemplated some intellectual problem, which variously either delighted or disgusted her teachers at school.
"That could be it then," said Liddy finally, taking her fingers from her moist quim and licking them.
"But remember, it's just a possibility. Just because it's the only solution we've thought of doesn't mean it's right. There might be alternatives we haven't considered."
"OK chief," responded Liddy in play, "now for the second part, the 'why', the motive. And that's easy-an easy fuck, and a sadistic, malicious fuck at that."
"Yet it's not that easy," jumped in Cindy. "If they were just after a lay they could have picked some girl up and just screwed her. It might be a little difficult sometimes, but there's always some girl around willing to get gang-banged. Either for free or profit."
"Liddy's example number one," spoke up Suzie, pointing her finger at the girl's huge naked breasts, "any time, any way." The three of them laughed good naturedly at the younger girl's observation.
"Correct, a good example," continued the older sister. "Now, number two, the girls were not simply abducted by a bunch of weirdoes for their sexual pleasure."
"But why not?" asked Suzie, not following her sister at this point.
"Because, those cases are normally spontaneous-and we've already seen that the pattern is that the girls had a specific motive in leaving without telling their parents where they were going, which required planning on the part of the killers. The abductors may be weirdoes and perverts, but they're doing this for a purpose. Their selecting their victims in advance. Otherwise they'd just kidnap some girl off the street."
"Maybe they're ritual slayings then," suggested Suzie. "Like the one we saw on TV last week-a bunch of devil worshippers, Satanists."
Cindy thought this was a good idea, but Liddy squelched it. "I've studied ritual sex some," she said in an authoritative voice, "and in almost every case there are additional mutilations-usually knife wounds of a specific design-on the stomach or forehead, or both-and their sex parts were all that were mutilated. Right?"
"Right," said Cindy appreciatively. "There were other cuts and bruises, but not in a pattern. So it's probably not a ritual murder. At least not a traditionally known ritual."
For a few minutes the girls sat thinking quietly. In a disappointed voice Liddy finally broke in. "So it leaves us with nothing."
"No, not nothing," responded Cindy carefully. "The most probably solution seems to be a bunch, at least two or three, sadistic murderers who calmly sit down and plot these girls' abduction, rape and death. And maybe in a ritualistic manner, but not a traditional ritual."
Liddy shuddered at that. There was certainly no fun in that kind of sex. But dutifully she wrote down Cindy's last conclusion on a piece of paper, hoping to think about it some more later. None of the girls seemed to be satisfied with this answer.
Tired from their mental exertions Liddy laid herself back against Cindy's warm body. In response the older sister began to lovingly stroke the seventeen-year-olds long blonde hair. "I wish you were a boy, Liddy, with a cock as big as your boobs."
"Oh, so do I!" added Suzie, beginning to gently caress the teenager's abundant bottom.
"I don't," giggled Liddy. "Boys have to go hunt for a piece of ass. Sometimes they go days without it. All a girl has to do is let 'em know it's available. I'd hate to have to go very long without ... say! Maybe all that careful thought you gave to that murder case is rubbing off on me. I've got an idea.'
"About the murderers?" asked the girls enthusiastically.
"No, about some hard pecker for you two. You won't fuck the boys in town. Right?"
"Right!" the sisters answered, not quite as enthusiastically as they had about the slayers, but almost.
"And you won't fuck your father?"
"Of course not. You know how he'd feel if we even made an advance," answered Cindy, a little irritated by the intimacy of the question.
"And he won't let you go to the other towns in the evenings without a good reason?"
"Only a very good reason, and usually with an escort. He doesn't want us out at nights with people we-or rather he-doesn't know."
"And since you can't fuck a man in the family, in the town or out of town, then you have go go without. Right?"
"Right again," the two girls answered unanimously.
"Wrong, very wrong," responded Liddy. "There's more than one man in your family."
"You mean Joey?" Cindy asked incredulously. "Why he's only eleven. He couldn't ...
"And even if he could, he wouldn't. He's too tied up in his model planes," interrupted Susie contemptuously.
"He doesn't even know girls are alive," started Cindy again. "We accidentally caught him masturbating once and it almost embarrassed the shit out of him."
"OK, that was two years ago," muttered Joey from outside the door, "damned those sisters. I'd at least show Liddy what I could do." Joey was genuinely pissed off at what he overheard his sisters say. But not literally pissed off-he was far too hard for that. "You ought to see the pictures I got stashed away in those model plane boxes," he growled softly.
"He won't even look at a girl," added Susie. "He was asked to go to Mary Jo's birthday party last week, and refused. He spent the whole evening in his room alone."
"That pimply faced little crack, Mary Jo. Damned right I didn't go. I got her panties down finally last summer and she nearly cried her head off. Never did give me a chance to stick it in."
"But listen," argued Liddy, "if you caught him masturbating then that's proof he got some sexual desires. And at eleven he's probably got a good hard-on if he's as sexually precocious as you two. After all, he is your brother."
"And he wouldn't tell your Daddy either. And you'd have some fine cock always available. Nobody would know, and maybe he'd even give me some."
Outside the door Joey was panting almost as hard as he was rubbing his peter. The fact that he was still a virgin at eleven wasn't his fault.
"Nonsense, Liddy," continued Cindy, "he's just a child. He couldn't satisfy us if he wanted to." The older sister's face still showed her ridicule of the idea, but it was obvious that Suzie was beginning to think twice.
"Maybe he could," she whispered excitedly to her sister, "I've seen boys get a good hard-on at that age. I think Joey would keep it secret. He's pretty mature that way."
"He probably could keep a secret, but I'd bet he'd be so scared he couldn't fuck us if he could get it up," replied Cindy, still unwilling to take Liddy's suggestion seriously. Unfortunately they were talking loudly enough for the second time that evening they failed to hear the rhythmic spatter of Joey's come against their door. Otherwise the sister's foolish ideas about their younger brother's naivety would have soon be abandoned.
"Tell you what girls," said Liddy, standing up and stretching her large stacked body, "if you'll let me, I'll go to his room and find out."
The sisters looked at her startled, and then with worry in their eyes.
"I don't mean I'll rape him or force him," the big blonde laughed, "I'll just see if he responds at all. I'll let him make the first moves-if he doesn't, then no hard feelings."
"And if he does?" queries Cindy.
"Then I'll fuck him, and no hard feelings. And then I'll bring him in here and let you fuck him. How's that?"
There was a long pause as the two sisters stared first at their friend and then at each other. Outside the door Joey hastily wiped his spent come off their door, eagerly hoping they'd agree to Liddy's proposal. There was no question he was ready.
Finally Cindy answered for both of them. "OK, Liddy, if you think so. But be very careful you don't scare him. You let him take the initiative, all the way. And if he doesn't don't do anything. Understand?"
Joey was delirious with joy. Nothing in his eleven years had pleased him as much as the turn of events had just taken. God damned right he'd fuck her. And his two sisters as well.
Inside the bedroom Liddy quickly slipped on her pants-but not bothering with her panties or sweater. She, of course, never wore a bra.
"Are you sure you don't mind?" asked Suzie, feeling a bit of a coward in the face of her friend's boldness. "Maybe you'd better wear your sweater," she added quickly to hide her own fear.
"Mind? I'd love to have that skinny little dick up my box. And my asshole. And my mouth." Liddy smiled and turned about in the middle of the room, showing herself off. "Look all right? Don't think this is too much, do you?" she asked, pointing to the buttons of her pants which she had failed to fasten. Tufts of blonde pussy hair showed themselves.
Cindy looked at the exposed bush critically. Finally she gave her assent. "I guess he'll see it sometime, Liddy. Go ahead. But don't do anything to embarrass him. And do put your sweater on, like Suzie suggested."
"OK." The big blonde smiled and headed for the door, sweater in hand. Joey ran on bare feet back to his room to wait. What a surprise she'd have. But just at this crucial moment, the worst that could happen to Joey in his short life time occurred. The front door opened and slammed. On the tile floor below Joey heard the heavy tread of his father.
"God damned, NO!" he cried, glancing at the clock on the wall. Eight-thirty. His father was home early and had unknowingly tricked him out of the one thing he wanted most-Liddy's hot quim and his first sexual experience. Tears in his eyes, his hard cock jutting forward out of his pants, he hurried to his room. Inside he threw himself on the bed and sobbed audibly. Fortunately, in their haste to get all their clothes on, the two sisters and their friend did not hear the muffled crying coming from the child's room. They too had heard the door shut and were hastily making ready to meet their father-frustration in their hearts also.
Chapter Two
Big Daddy Smith walked into the hallway of his comfortable old home, draped his Eisenhower style Sheriff's jacket over an armchair and headed for his den. Upstairs he could hear the girls in their room, putting their books aside and getting ready to come down and greet him. During the trying periods of his job he relied on the simple, straight forward love of his three children to sustain him. From his pocket his took a small fragile key that fitted the liquor cabinet. Normally he did not drink, but the last few days spent on the sex slayings had sent him home exhausted both physically and morally. For the last three nights he had opened the seldom used door that secured his modest whiskey cabinet supply, poured a four ounce glass half-full of bourbon, and relocked the cabinet. From the nearby kitchen he secured a large tumbler of water.
He did not like his children to see him drink. Not at their age. Yet he had a rough life. They would just have to understand that occasionally a man-even their father-needed a bit of narcotic support and stimulation. And it wasn't that he didn't like whiskey. But in his position he could not allow himself to indulge too often.
Quietly he sat at his desk and sipped the whisky, chasing it with cool water. As they did almost every evening, his eyes traveled to the picture of his former wife that sat on his desk. "Daddy Smith," he mused at his own nickname, "she was probably the only person never to call me 'daddy'."
And he was probably right. Even before he became Sheriff, as a senior deputy, the whole county had referred to him as "Big Daddy." Those who liked him and thought of him as their gentle protector used the term fondly. Those who were on the other side of the law just referred to him as "Big Daddy," and their meaning was not so kind.
Quietly Daddy stared at the picture of his wife, whom he had never understood. He tried to pretend that she was dead, though everyone knew she had run off with a circus performer. There were nasty rumors that she performed special acts for high-paying private audiences in the evenings after the circus closed. Sexual acts with dogs. But of course no one believed these rumors, except possibly Daddy himself.
He had never understood her sexual drives. She used to complain, but he could never figure out why. Naturally he was too tired after work in the evenings to perform, but after he got on a regular schedule and had Sunday's off every week, he reserved every Saturday night just for sex. Sometimes he'd come two, even three times in one evening. But she was never satisfied.
Like Sunday mornings, for example, when they awoke in bed together. She'd still be naked, and want to make love. But she knew better than that. They had to get up early to get ready for church-especially when the children were old enough for Sunday school. But she'd still complain. "Lord," Daddy thought with repugnance, "she'd probably have done it every night of the week if she could. Disgusting." He'd heard of women like that. Women who not only could have sex every night, but wanted it. "Maybe some women are just born dirty," he concluded, "just like some people are born criminals."
Upstairs he heard a door slam. As they did every night, Cindy and Suzie hurried downstairs to greet him-and, damn it that Liddy was with them again. Daddy was not at all fond of Liddy. Some real people around town let it be known that sexually she might be a bit "free," and that was certainly not the kind of girl he wanted his daughters to associate with. But they had been friends for many years and he knew better than to try to disrupt their friendship now. Besides, he comforted himself, my girls are good girls. They've had a good wholesome upbringing. Maybe they'll have a good influence on Liddy.
A moment later, the girls burst into the den. Cindy gave him a pert kiss on the cheek and Suzie nestled into his lap, her arms around his broad shoulders. Liddy stood in front of him, an unexplainably large grin on her face. Somehow, Daddy Smith always thought she looked like a whore,
"Where's Joey?" he asked, looking furtively about the room. "His light was on when I drove up."
"Still busy with his model planes, I guess," answered Cindy cheerfully. "You know that's the only thing he cares about,"
"Well, that's good enough if he gets his lessons done. He's at an age when he could be getting into mischief, you know." answered their father, assuming his role as wise and understanding protector of the family. Then, slowly, he glanced up at Liddy. He was hoping she'd say goodnight and leave, but she made no effort to go.
"Mr. Smith," she began without hesitation, "we've been talking about the sex murders. Has anything new come up?" The young blonde had never stopped to think that such a subject was not considered to be acceptable in front of the older man's daughters. Daddy frowned perceptibly, but answered intelligently.
"No, nothing. It's tough. But that's not a subject for girls your age to be talking about, Liddy. Leave that to me and the department. Just be careful and stay at home at night, and you'll be safe."
Suzie wiggled uncomfortably in her daddy's arms, she knew he was embarrassed by talk that had anything to do with sex. And he, likewise, attributed her restlessness to similar feelings about the subject. Hastily he decided to get rid of the offensive blonde.
"Can I give you a ride home, Liddy? I'm afraid it's time we got to bed."
Liddy smiled graciously. She knew she'd gotten to the old boy and didn't mind a bit. "No thanks, Mr. Smith. Have my car right outside. I'll see you all at school tomorrow," she concluded, looking at the two sexy sisters. They nodded appreciatively, and their friend headed for the door.
"Better phone us when you get home to let us know you're safe," called Daddy after her, as a gracious afterthought.
"Oh, that's all right, Mr. Smith. I'm gonna stop off for a hamburger on the way home. Might be late getting in." With that she smiled and let herself out the front door.
"A girl that age has no business stopping off alone at a hamburger joint," mumbled Daddy half to himself, but loud enough for his virginal young daughters to hear. "After all what could she do there?"
Behind him Cindy smiled, understanding the obvious moral warning in his statement. But God, could she ever tell him what they could do there. Secretly she envied Liddy her freedom.
For her part Suzie just nestled more snugly into her Daddy's lap. Through the thin wool of her skirt she could feel a hardening between his legs as she rotated her still boyish body against his crotch. "I feel so safe and secure, Daddy, when you're home and I sit in your lap. I feel scared when you're away and all those se ... when all those murders are going on."
"Oh, don't worry, Pumpkin. You're safe here. And I'll always be around to protect you," said Daddy, kissing his little girt warmly on the cheek.
"Oh, I do so love you, Daddy," she responded, kissing him several times on both cheeks and once or twice on the mouth. Again she wiggled her ass firmly against his crotch. There was no doubt that he had a full hard-on now, though probably he tried to ignore it.
These little petting sessions had become a ritual over the last year, taken over by Suzie from her older sister. And as far as she was concerned she loved them. Deliberately she'd massage his crotch with her firm hips until she could feel his prick harden in his pants. Often she knew she'd almost have him on the point of fucking her, if ever he could get over his sexual hang-ups. But it wasn't to tease him. Both the girls loved Big Daddy and would never deliberately hurt their father. Yet since their mother had left eight years ago to fuck dogs in a sideshow circus, his only sexual release had been these covert petting sessions with his two daughters.
Using the excuse of untying his shoes, Suzie arranged a closer contact. Seating herself on his lap with her back to him, she spread her legs wide over his and bent to undo the strings. The result was that her young quim pushed directly against the hard knot in his pants. Only the thin cloth of her panties and Daddy's own zipper prevented immediate penetration by his pulsing cock. Carefully she undid the knot in his laces and pulled off the hard polished shoes that were part of his uniform, taking every opportunity to twist her twat harder against his covered prick.
Daddy leaned back and sighed. If only she knew what she was doing to him. But she was so naive and pure-how could he explain it to her? As the hot young pussy of his youngest daughter moved up and down his aching tool, he relaxed, enjoying it for what it was worth. After all, he thought, how could she be expected to know at her age? And maybe she'd get over it soon. Her sister had once done the same thing, and finally she had quit. But Suzie had almost immediately taken her place.
Daddy couldn't find it in his heart to deny his youngest daughter the pleasure and security of his lap, and so every evening he forced himself to put up with the dubious discomfort of her thoroughly massaging his fat cock with her young cunny. But of course he didn't enjoy it himself, and he kept telling himself that one of these days-they were both old enough now--he would have to tell them about life. About the "birds and bees," and pregnancy, and that kind of thing. After all, he didn't want them to be totally naive on their wedding nights. But there was no hurry, they were still too young for that sort of thing.
Cindy brought in a sandwich from the kitchen-thick slices of cold roast beef, garnished with sour pickle, and a huge glass of milk. Daddy set the now empty whisky glass aside and gently urged Suzie from his legs. Hungrily he began to devour the food. It had been a long tiring day.
As always, when Daddy came home late, the two girls sat about his desk talking to him so he wouldn't feel lonely when he ate. Gradually, though against his better judgment, their father began to talk about the sex slayings. No new developments. He'd spent most of the day over where the body of Sally Donalds had been found last night. Same pattern as before and no clues.
Discouraged, the girl looked at each other. They knew how important it was for Daddy to solve the case and how hard he was working on it. Finally, when the clock struck ten, they all headed up to bed. After the lights were out the two sisters talked quietly about what they, along with their rambunctious friend Liddy, could do about it. Slipping off her pajamas Suzie climbed in beside the already naked Cindy, as they did many nights. Today was Thursday. Tomorrow they'd ask Randy Grosscock and a couple of his friends to take them and Liddy for a picnic Saturday, near Smithsfield where Sally Donalds' body had been found. Maybe they could pick up a few clues that even, somehow, their father had missed.
Saturday turned out to be a bright Fall day, just warm enough for Roger to leave the top down on his convertible. The two sisters sat in the front seat, Cindy beside her date-Randy. Liddy sat in the back between Billy and Dudley. As far as she was concerned either one was her date, though officially Dudley had been paired off with Suzie. This kind of disappointed Liddy for it was Dudley who'd take every chance he had to give her a feel on her firm pussy or breasts. The sexy blonde regretted she'd worn pants instead of a skirt. But there would be a chance later at the lake.
The highly polished fifty-eight modified Ford convertible swept easily along the narrow black top, guided by Randy who at least would keep his mind off sex while driving. He was nearly as proud of his car, rebuilt and repainted by himself, as he was of his penis. In fact, the big fast red convertible could properly be described as an ego extension of his cock.
In less than half an hour they topped a hill and saw Reagan's Pond in the distance. None of the boys, of course, knew why the girls had picked such a brisk day to go picnicking and swimming. Yet when three pretty cracks called Randy and had him arrange dates, they didn't hesitate to go along. It never occurred to any of them that Reagan's Pond was less than half a mile distant from the place where the last sex murder victim had been discovered.
Quickly and just a little too fast, Randy guided the car onto the dirt road that led to the pond. Though not officially a park, the area was owned by the county and had long been used by local residents as a favorite spot for an afternoon's outing. It was not yet even ten o'clock and the boys thoughts were not yet fixed on the huge basket lunch the three girls had brought. A swim was suggested and eagerly taken up by all.
Eagerly the boys stripped off their pants down to the swimming trunks underneath. The girls however, had carried their suits with them, not wishing to wear wet clothes all day in the brisk weather. Quickly they headed for a nearby clump of trees and bush.
Glancing over her shoulder, Liddy saw the boys head for the other end of the grove. "They're going to cut through and try to catch a peek," she laughed. Though they were really on serious business, none of the girls could help but feel in a party mood. Few days as pretty as this would be left before winter set in.
"Let 'em peek," laughed Cindy in response. "They can't fuck us at that distance."
Reaching the little clearing where they planned to change, the girls kept their clothes on, waiting for the boys to find their secret observation place. Using this time alone, Cindy quickly reviewed the plans for the day. They'd swim and eat, as planned, by all. But after that, instead of swimming-or fucking, as the boys hoped-Cindy and Suzie would take off hiking for the spot where Sally's body had been found. Liddy would be left behind to keep the boys entertained.
"Think you can handle them all?" chided Suzie candidly.
"Diaphragm in place," smiled Liddy, looking forward to a heavy afternoon.
"You don't have to fuck them, you know," responded Cindy prudishly. "All you've got to do is keep them entertained and away from us. Otherwise that bunch would probably grab us in the woods and try for rape."
"Damned right they would, Cindy," answered the blonde happily, "but don't worry about a thing. I'll keep 'em occupied here. And if I give 'em a little, that's my pleasure and my business. I didn't come all the way out here with three seventeen-year-old studs to sit on my twat and contemplate my navel."
Cindy smiled sardonically. At least she knew that Randy and the boys wouldn't miss the two of them once Liddy got started. Out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of brush moving a couple of dozen yards away. "They're in place," she whispered, nodding casually in the direction of the boys. "Let's give 'em a good tease."
Casually each girl stripped, their backs to the clump where the anxious watchers hid. They took their time, letting the boys have a good look at their naked back sides. This, too, had been planned in advance. Though there was no chance of Randy not taking the opportunity for a little petting with Liddy after the two sisters took off. They didn't know about the other two boys. They wanted them horny for her, and a little teasing would pay off later.
"Ready?" whispered Cindy.
"Ready," answered Suzie, and then a moment later: "Oh, I stepped on a thorn," she cried, hopping around in circles on one foot, for the first time giving the voyeurs in the bushes a sight of pussy and tit. Quickly Liddy stepped over to support her, also facing the bushes. Cindy grabbed her sister's foot for a moment, seemingly to look for the thorn, and also face the hidden watchers. In a few seconds Cindy pretended to have removed the offending barb, and quickly the girls donned their bathing suits. The pantomime over they headed for the lake. It wasn't much, but the girls knew the sight of three naked cunts and bobbling boobs would keep the boys' mind on sex all morning. And that's all the chance Liddy needed.
After the swim and a quick lunch, Liddy jumped up and declared a will to play hide and seek. The boys scoffed until she reached down to where Dudley lay on the ground and in one swift move stripped him of his swim trunks. "Catch me if you can," she hollered over her shoulder and ran for the bushes. Sitting naked on the ground Dudley stared after her in surprise but only for a moment.
Hardly had Liddy reached the bushes when he was in hot pursuit. The other two boys, having caught on finally to what had happened, ran eagerly after him. It didn't take them long to find the blonde hidden behind a tree.
"Oh, you caught me so soon," she exclaimed, a wide grin on her face, her breasts heaving. The boys stood staring at her, not quite knowing what to do.
"Here," she said, handing Dudley back his pants, "I guess you get to put these back on. Oh, but look," she added quickly, pretending surprise and looking between his legs. "When I pulled 'em off it was so small and soft and now it's so big and hard. Did I hurt it?"
Quickly the big blonde knelt to the ground and examined Dudley's pecker, which had become hard with excitement. "Here, let me kiss it and make it well." Immediately she sucked Dudley's cock deep into her mouth. In slow even motions she mouthed it from his balls to the tip and back while Randy and Billy stared on blankly. In a moment, it was even, bigger. Liddy took it from between her lips long enough to examine it.
"Is it better now?" she asked in mock seriousness. Is it repaired and able to use. Want to use it Dudley? I'm ready, just pull my pants down"
"God yes, let's fuck," said Dudley finally, getting control of himself enough to talk. In a moment he fumbled her bikini bottom down to her knees and had the top off.
"Where'd the other girls go?" suddenly cried Billy, feeling the aching frustration of his own cock.
"What do you want them for?" asked Liddy, in mock hurt. "I've got three holes and there are three of you. Here, Billy," she whispered hoarsely, getting hot now herself, "let me show you." Quickly she pulled down his trunks and began to suck him noisily.
"See," she said, breaking away for a moment, "there's room for all. Dudley can get my cunt 'cause he caught me. You can have my mouth since you're my date. And Randy can cornhole me, if he wants. Want to Randy" she asked, rolling over on her side and spreading her ass cheeks so the body could get a good glimpse of her puckered shit hole.
"Great," cried the three boys enthusiastically, surrounding Liddy's naked body.
"Let me at it," grunted Randy grabbing the girl and twisting her on her stomach. In seconds he was between her legs, his swollen dong inches from her wrinkled rose bud.
"Hey, wait a minute," interrupted Dudley angrily, "she said I could have her cunt. Turn her back over so I can get in, too."
"Sorry Dudley, just have to wait. I got here first," he responded, jabbing a couple of fingers in her rectum of pry it open wider.
"Wait a God damned minute," growled Liddy, wiggling away from the boys' rough grabs, "don't be so fucking selfish Randy. I meant for everybody to share a piece now, It's my body and I'll say who does what to me where and when."
"The hell you will," Randy answered gruffly, crawling back between her legs, his prick waving in the air, "you'll do what I say, crack: You'll like my cock better than theirs anyway."
"Fuck you, Randy," she gasped angrily. With a quick movement she twisted and raised her leg, then drove her foot hard into his swollen balls. With a gasp of pain, the young boy rolled back on the grass. "Now you're the one who has got to wait. Maybe I'll give you some when Dudley and Billy are finished, if you don't act so selfish."
"Liddy, you're great," broke in Dudley with a happy smile. Admiringly he began to caress one of her huge firm tits.
"Thanks Dudley," she murmured, her temper waning. "Here you can have that breast and my cunny. Billy, you take the other boob and my mouth. Come on."
Without further urging, the two studs hopped on the girl. Easily Dudley slipped his anxious pole deep into the proffered slit. Slowly he moved it in and out so he could relish the tight grip of the blonde's cunt on his iron tool.
"It's great, Liddy. It's hot and tight. I've wanted to ball you for a long time."
"Just ask me, Dud," she smiled warmly. "Any time. And Billy, you too," she continued, sucking his waiting pecker between her lips with a slurp. Gently she ran her tongue over the warm tip, savoring its texture. Liddy loved the taste and feel of the mushroom like head of a man's cock. 'Mmm, mmm," she mumbled, "it's good, Billy. Mmmmm."
Gradually the boys' pace increased and Liddy sucked and jerked her twat more violently as their tensions mounted. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw Randy sitting quietly, nursing his own cock.
"Uh, good," she groaned in a cock-muffled voice as Dudley began to slam harder into her quim, his body slapping noisily against her. Inside she delighted as the swollen organ pounded mercilessly in her box. White honey began to pour out of her cave making the welcome dick even slicker and faster. "Good, oh, Dudley, make me come."
"Liddy, can I get in your ass hole, while Dud's in your cunt?" asked Billy immediately, wanting something tighter than the girl's lips.
"Oh yes, oh yes, hurry," she gasped, letting his swollen peter slip from her mouth. Quickly she put her arms tight around Dudley and rolled him over on his back. Her ass now jerked up into the air as he rapidly pounded into her. In a moment Billy crouched over her squirming ass, ready for entry.
"Oh, oh, it hurts," she whimpered as the anxious boy jammed full force into her twitching bung hole, "oh, no, don't stop. Get it all in, Billy. Oh, oh, it's good. Oh, that's it, all the way in. Oh, uh, uh, uh, oh there. That's it."
Tears of pain and joy streamed down the teenager's pretty face as the huge dongs crowded together inside her writhing body. Her hips jerked up and down erratically to the thrusts of the two seventeen-year-olds. Inside her, the two cocks met and massaged each other violently through the thin flesh between her cunt and bowels.
"God it's good, Liddy," moaned Billy ecstatically, feeling the hot tightness of her shit hole and the rhythmic pumping of Dudley's hard root. "You're the best, Liddy," he groaned, screwing her ever harder.
Liddy hardly heard the compliment. She was oblivious now to anything but the joy of the two young peckers battering her insides. Fiercely she lunged her bottom back against Billy's unyielding prod, then jerked down to meet Dudley's welcome thrust. The three wiggled and squirmed madly on the grass, aware only of cock and cunt and Liddy's hot flesh.
"Oh, oh, oh," squealed Liddy with pleasure, "Dud's coming. Hurry, Billy. Come too. Oh, oh, ee."
"Yes oh, yes," groaned Billy, jamming everything but his balls deep into the teenager's rectum. And as he felt Dudley's cock expand against his and start shifting, the other boy climaxed too."
"Eh, eh, ee, ee, ee," cried Liddy in pleasure and pain as she felt copious wads of come splash into her tender box and bowels from two huge hoses. "Yes, ohh, ohh," she moaned, grinding up and back to fill herself with the lovely dicks. Her own white come climaxed over Dudley's cock.
"Oh, no, more," she gasped as she felt the two boys rhythm slow and their cocks begin to shrivel. "Oh, it's so good. Don't atop. Oh, you boys, it's so good. Oh, oh, oh, yes," she finally whispered, her own climax over. Panting, she relaxed her body against Dudley's and rested. The three of them lay together contentedly, weak from their ecstatic exertions.
"Can I have some now, Liddy?" broke in Randy's unwelcome, whining voice, his unsatisfied pecker still in his hands. "It's my turn."
"Don't be so selfish, Randy, let me rest," she whispered in response, hating his interruption. Silently she vowed never to let the selfish boy have another piece of her tail. But now she had to keep him satisfied and his mind off Suzie and Cindy. "Okay," she gasped finally, "in a minute. Just let me rest"
As soon as Liddy had disappeared, in the woods, Cindy and Suzie changed back into their jeans and headed off toward the spot Sally's body had been found. It was easy to find, having been clearly described in the sheriff's report. With their young sex-oriented point of view, somehow the girls hoped they would find something that the deputies overlooked. But an hour of careful search revealed nothing. The girl's body had simply been brought there and dumped. And the gravel road revealed no clue about the car that brought her.
Discouraged, the two turned back. But just as they again entered the woods that obscured their view of the road, they heard the unmistakable noise of a motorcycle coming along behind them. At first they paid no attention, but when it began to slow down and creep along the road where they had been, they quickly returned to see who the new arrival was.
Hidden by the thick bushes at the foot of the trees, they watched the stranger dismount from his machine. He was tall, with dark hair and a full moustache.
Cindy took a notepad from her hip pocket and scribbled a description. Abt. six-one, 190 lbs, left handed, denim trousers ...
"About how old would you say?" she whispered to her sister.
"Maybe twenty-seven or eight. Good build too. Probably a good lay."
"That's not objective, Suzie. We can't tell that from here"
"I wouldn't mind finding out from closer up," replied Suzie, always horny.
They watched quietly for nearly half an hour as the stranger carefully combed the dead leaves and debris where the girl's body had been discovered. Finally, he got on his Harley and left-obviously without finding what he wanted. Quickly Cindy wrote down the license number and a description of the bike. On their way back to the pond they discussed the mysterious stranger.
"Obviously he knew where Sally's body had been dumped," commented Cindy carefully.
"And obviously he was looking for something that had been left there," added Suzie.
"All the girls have been found naked, so it wouldn't have been something of Sally's he was looking for."
"And it must have been small. Did you see how carefully he turned almost every leaf?"
"So, if he were one of the murderers, he's looking for something small that he left at the scene."
"Gee Cindy," said Suzie excitedly, "maybe there's something the deputies found at that scene that would identify who he is. Have you looked at the report to see if anything unusual was found?"
"Daddy didn't get the full report on Sally 'till last night. But I doubt it would be anything that could identify him. But if that Harley wasn't stolen, that license plate number will tell us who he is. And if there's something they've found that belongs to him, then we've got him identified as being around the scene. Let's hurry home. Daddy'll be gone, but the report will be there."
"Unless he left it at the office."
"He won't have. He's working on this case after hours. It'll be on his desk where he can look at it any time he wants."
Chapter Three
The trip home was uneventful. Randy drove and kept trying to give Cindy a feel. In the back seat, Billy and Dudley had Liddy's pants down and were petting her enthusiastically. Cindy had insisted that there be no screwing in the car, for fear someone might see it. But the moans from the back seat told the two sisters that Liddy was at least getting a good finger fucking.
As they had hoped, Daddy was still gone when they got home. Only the light in Joey's room was on.
The boys all wanted Liddy to go with them and continue the day's orgy, and normally the big blonde girl would have been more than accommodating. But she had enough of the three big studs that afternoon to satisfy her for at least n little while, and she sensed that Cindy and Suzie had discovered something in their search. So cheerfully the three girls said good night to the three hard-ons and hurried into the house.
Suzie went upstairs to check on Joey, while the other two girls headed to the den. As usual, the door was locked. For some reason he insisted on privacy when he worked on his planes. After making sure he was all right, Suzie headed back downstairs, not knowing she was leaving Joey in his room, looking at color pictures of some dark-headed woman sucking the cock of a Shetland pony.
"Find it?" she asked sprightly, stepping into the den.
"Just did. Haven't looked at it yet. What we want is the list of items found at the scene."
"Here," said Suzie, pulling out a single thin sheet of paper from the bulging file. "It's not very long. The corpse of course, a bit of rope left tied around an ankle. Three empty beer cans-apparently left long before the body was dumped. And, last, what we're looking for."
"What is it?" cried Cindy and Liddy together impatiently, trying to peer over the young sister's shoulder. "How do you know it's what we're after?" asked Liddy excitedly, "and what are you looking for anyway? What did you find out there this afternoon?"
Cindy restrained her own curiosity as to the last item on the list, which Suzie mischievously held back from her. Quickly the older sister told Liddy of the stranger on the motorcycle who had obviously been looking for something. "And apparently that something's on the list. Come on now Suzie, what is it? This is important."
Suzie smiled triumphantly. "A man's large Ruby and diamond ring. It gives an estimated value of over $2,000. That's what he must have been looking for."
"Right," agreed Cindy enthusiastically. "What else would bring the man back to the scene of a murder except something personal."
"Gee whiz," replied Liddy, awed at the clear logic of the two sisters. But then suddenly she frowned as if disturbed by a contradictory thought. "But look Cindy, surely he wouldn't risk a murder rap just for a ring, even a valuable one. And there's no way it could be tied to anyone at the scene."
"Wrong," challenged Suzie knowingly. "Inside the ring were three initials-N.P.T.-enough maybe to link him to the crime if ever he should be caught. That would be enough to bring him back."
"And Liddy," added Cindy carefully, "he really may be tied in now. We got the license number of his bike. If it's registered to someone with these initials, then the fucker is in big trouble."
"Well, I'll bet you two can hardly wait to tell Big Daddy, huh? Why don't you call him and give him the good news?"
"It's not quite that easy Liddy," said Cindy reluctantly.
"We're under strict orders to keep our noses out of his cases. Last time he caught us trying to help, he pulled both our panties down, really completely bare bottoms, and whipped the hell out of us with his belt."
"Yow, and not only did it hurt," added Suzie, "but there was Daddy having to look straight into our little juicy cunts. And we knew he'd want some, but we knew he wouldn't let himself because we were his daughters. That's kind of embarrassing, you know."
The young blonde stared at her two friends with astonishment. "You don't mean you're actually going to try and follow him? He might really be the murderer. What if you got caught?"
"We won't," replied Cindy dryly. "Or at least, we'll make every effort to make damned sure we don't. After all, Liddy," she reasoned, "if this turns out to be a dud lead, then we'll save our naked asses a sound thrashing. And if it's not, we can follow him just as well as any of Daddy's deputies."
It was a beautiful Sunday morning, still in Indian Summer. The girls and Joey had talked their father into letting them go to the model airplane convention at the Capitol. Suzie and Cindy were more concerned with the States Record Building, though they kept that a secret. They were just in time to register for the opening of the convention. Sunday was mostly devoted to lectures or talks on model building. Suzie and Cindy were, of course, bored, but they couldn't justify leaving Joey alone in the crowd without them.
After a lavish supper at the Hotel, they retired to their rooms. Carefully they locked Joey's hall door from the inside and left him alone with his models and magazines, closing the adjoining door tightly. On one of the two large double beds the girls perched and tried to decide what to do that evening. Though the primary purpose was their investigation of the murder case, whenever the two of them were away from home and Daddy they shared another common cause. In hushed tones they discussed how best to get laid.
"We can't just go down to the lobby and pick someone up," said Cindy thoughtfully, "someone would be sure to see us and tell Daddy."
"We could go to that neat little coffee shop we passed down on third Street," suggested Suzie helpfully. Her young quim was already beginning to itch with anticipation.
"No good. You know Daddy's bound to call sometimes tonight to see that we're safe. What would he think if we weren't here?"
Suzie squirmed uncomfortably, but nodded agreement. She had dreamed of a big night out on the town with bunches of horny studs all around her. But of course Cindy was right. It'd have to be in their rooms.
"Third, the only people we know in town are friends of Daddy. We surely can't call them to come over," Cindy continued in a cold voice, though like her sister there was a growing warmth between her legs. As she continued one possibility after another, Suzie began to wriggle with exasperation.
"Well, damn it, Cindy," she finally said in a desperate voice, "how are we going to get balled? I'm fucking sure not going to spend the night here with all these horny cocks around and not get screwed. I don't care if Daddy does call ..."
"Now wait, honey, wait," laughed Cindy suddenly. "We're damned well going to get fucked and get it good-even if we have to take turns leaving the room and rape men on the street. I just don't want us to make any mistakes we'll regret later. I'm as horny as you are, especially after Liddy had all that fun yesterday and we couldn't."
Cindy smiled at her sister reassuringly and Suzie sat back down on the bed. With unabashed purpose she unzipped her blue jeans and stuck her hand underneath her panties, feeling her swelling cunny. "God damned, I'm wet," she whispered disgruntedly, sticking three fingers into her hot pussy and diddling herself unashamedly. Cindy giggled good naturedly at her impatient sister.
"Go ahead and masturbate if you want, but save some for those fat pricks around here. We're both going to get laid, but first it's got to be here and after Joey gets to sleep. Second, it's got to be strangers-one who won't gossip. So the question is only, who do we want?"
"Anybody with a cock," replied Suzie tartly, tired of all the talking and no fucking. Gingerly she rolled her swollen clit between her fingers. "But if they're strangers how do we get them up to the room? And how do we know they won't talk?"
"Easy. We'll get hotel employees. Like that big Bell Captain who personally helped us with our luggage. Did you see the muscles on that stallion?"
"Oh, I see," said Suzie, quickly understanding her sister's reasoning. "How could he talk? A bell captain who screws under-age customers at the hotel. He'd never get a job again."
"Right, or the elevator operator. He's ..."
"No, not him," broke in Suzie firmly. "I deliberately stuck my crotch against his hand in the crowded elevator. He wouldn't even pat it, well alone feel. He lost his chance."
Cindy laughed heartily. "Okay you young whore, not the elevator operator. Let's see, who else?"
"The man at the desk. The one with the beard and bushy moustache. How about him?"
"You like those hairy men, don't you, sweet Suzie?" Her sister smiled. "Good idea. I'd thought of him myself. And also, how about the hotel manager? He's not that good looking, but I'd bet he's good."
Suzie looked bewildered. "But we can't have him, Cindy. He knows Daddy. He's the one who arranged our reservations."
"Right. But he won't talk. He's married with a bunch of kids, and no way he'd want it known. Besides, he's not really Daddy's personal friend. No reason he wouldn't like a little sweet young tail like ours, if offered. So, that's the list. We ought to be able to get at least two out of three."
They were interrupted by a knock on the adjoining door and Joey stepped quickly into the room. Just as quickly Suzie got her hand off her sopping pussy and zipped up her jeans, hoping he'd not seen.
Of course Joey had made a point to see as much of his sister's open crack as he could, but he played his role perfectly. Standing there already in his pajamas he yawned and announced his plans for bed. Happily Cindy wished him good night and guided him back to his room. Not, however, before she noticed through his unbuttoned pajama bottoms a swollen cock. She had seen him with that before and wondered often if he were really so naive as to not realize he had a hard-on.
With the problem of getting Joey to bed so easily out of the way, the two girls resolutely went to work. But not before first showering and cleaning their sticky young quims carefully.
Mr. Adolfus Butler settled back comfortably in his heavy easy chair and took a sip of his cold dry martini. It was the first of the two ho allowed himself every night before retiring. Officially, he'd been off work since six. But as manager of the expensive downtown hotel he knew he was actually on call all hours of the day. Invariably there would still be one or two calls in the evening to settle problems.
Tired from his long day he had taken a long hot bath after dinner and donned a casual pair of knit slacks and a sweater. He would have preferred to put on his pajamas and gone straight to bed. But experience had taught him that until at least eleven there was little chance of rest from his duties at the hotel.
In the next room he could hear the TV blurting stupid wise cracks of a family comedy. He hated television and didn't care much for his wife and three children who huddled intently in front of it. At thirty-seven he was still hard and lean, with a quick intelligence given more to serious reading and drama than casual evening entertainment and parties. And at thirty-three his wife was already thirty pounds too fat and given only to anything that would make her look like an up and coming socialite in the community.
The phone rang and Adolfus Butler grimaced. Probably for him. Quickly he downed the rest of his martini and waited. A shrill cry from his wife confirmed his guess, and resignedly he picked up the receiver by his chair. In a businesslike manner he gave his name and waited.
"Mr. Butler, I'm sorry to disturb you, but you said to call you if there was anything you could do." The voice was very, very young, but remarkably low and sweet. "This is Suzie Smith-in 218-Daddy Smith's daughter. I hate to call you but this is kind of an emergency-an embarrassing emergency." The voice seemed hesitant, a bit bashful or embarrassed.
Adolfus Butler smiled as he identified the caller and relaxed. He'd expected a bitchy matron complaining about an employee, or a nervous desk clerk concerned about cashing an out of town check. Quietly he spoke into the phone and assured the young girl of his willingness to help. He had met the girls before when their father had been there on business, and while he didn't care much for big slow-witted Daddy Smith, he'd always liked his cute young girls. When Daddy had called him the night before, he'd been more than happy to agree to look out for them.
"I'm glad you're so nice, Mr. Butler. Daddy said we could rely on you for anything. But, this is really kind of silly. When I was taking a shower I dropped my pajama bottoms in the toilet." There was a timid pause, before the voice continued. "I know this is silly, but I just did-accidentally. And since we're only here for one night I only brought one pair. I guess I could sleep only with the tops, but I don't know what Daddy would think if he ever knew. I thought maybe you might have some extras ..."
Adolfus listened to the embarrassed teenager good naturedly. This was really a new one, but he was more than willing to try and help out the modest young girl in her exaggerated difficulty. Quickly he assured her that he'd loan her a pair of his oldest daughter's. They'd be a little big, but enough for the evening. He'd be up in twenty minutes,
A few minutes later Jack Hayes unbuttoned the brass buttons of his bright crimson jacket, leaned back in his easy chair and lit a huge cheroot. Just off duty, the handsome Bell Captain relaxed and began to contemplate how to find a piece of ass for the evening. His thoughts were interrupted by the jangling telephone.
"Damned," he muttered to himself, don't they know I'm off duty? What do they want now?"
But he quit grumbling when he heard the pretty voice on the other end. It was Cindy this time-and she was much more direct with him that Suzie had been with the manager. Efficiently and in detail she asked him to their party and told him what was up. From the way he had eyed the two girls when they registered, she wasn't afraid of his refusing.
"And if you don't want to come, that's fine," she concluded. "But don't you dare tell anyone about our invitation. If you do I'll lie and tell people you tried to molest us. You'll lose your job."
"Hold it sweetheart, hold it," cried Jack, hardly able to conceal his amusement. "I ain't gonna tell, and I love pussy. I'm as horny as you two, but I'm not going to talk about it. I'll let my dong do the talking. If you want it, you sure can have it. Be right up."
"No, make it forty minutes. We're expecting another guest first-one we have to warm up. Eight forty-five, room 218. And bring a couple of bottles of wine. Okay?"
"Great. This going to be an orgy?"
"It sure will if we can make it one. Just open the door and walk right in," concluded Cindy enthusiastically.
Cindy made a similar call to the desk clerk. Steve Fitzpatrick. There were no problems at all. He'd be thereon time. The girls' plans were working perfectly.
By the time the calls were finished it was already eight twenty. Time for Mr. Butler to arrive. Quickly Cindy checked the adjoining room. Joey lay soundly asleep under his covers. Quietly she closed the door.
As soon as the door shut, Joey jumped out of bed-fully clothed. In his pocket was twenty-two dollars he'd saved surreptitiously over the last year. At eleven years of age, Joey Smith had transferred his interest in planes to girls.
His pleas to go to the convention was only a ruse. He'd heard from the bigger boys in school that in the Capitol there were women who'd go down for ten dollars. He had enough for two women, plus a little extra for soda and candy.
In his naive mind, the young virgin boy had hoped to convince his father to let him go alone. That, of course, would have been impossible from Daddy's point of view. But with two young horny sisters as his chaperones, things were as good as could be hoped for. While Cindy and Suzie fucked their brains out in their room, Joey had plenty of time to find some nookie for himself.
Quickly he unlocked his outside door and headed down the hall. The elevator opened ahead of him and immediately he stepped into an alcove to hide. Mr. Adolfus Butler passed without noticing him. Discreetly, Joey took the stairs down to the main lobby rather than risk being seen on the elevator.
Chapter Four
At his knock the girls welcomed Mr. Butler into their room. Though his clothes were casual, his manner and bearing were impeccable. Always her prepared the ideal hotel manager. Under his arm he carried a suit of pajamas, clean and crisply ironed.
Susie greeted him from the bed where she sat with a childish but sensual smile. The older man grinned back. He'd always liked the Smith girls, both for their warm personalities and their physical attractiveness. Admiringly he gazed at Suzie's long slender legs, her thighs hardly hidden by the pajama top she wore. Aware of a small knot forming in his crotch at the display of her fresh teen flesh, he regretted he wasn't a boy of sixteen once again.
"Hope these will do, Suzie," he said warmly, handing over the night clothes. "My oldest daughter is a lot heavier than you, but you're about the same height. Maybe you can make do for the night."
"Oh, I'm sure I can, Mr. Butler," exclaimed the fourteen-year-old sweetly, taking the clothes. "They're so attractive too," she continued, twisting on the bed to look at them better. As she did so, Mr. Butler was startled to see a tuft of dark hair and a gash of pink flesh between her legs. At first he didn't believe his eyes, but as Suzie rocked back and forth on the bed the short top swung repeatedly open, exposing her pretty young quim.
The older man wondered that such a modest young girl would be so thoughtless about a display of her genitals. But he knew fourteen-year-olds were often still in a transitional phase and probably she was just too naive to be conscious of what she was doing. Undoubtedly it never occurred to her that she was treating him to a display of her young tender cunt. A moment later Suzie's actions seemed to confirm his judgment.
As women do, she pressed the tops of the new pajamas across her chest and sat up on her knees to see how they fit. "Oh, they're just perfect," she said, looking at herself in the mirror, "and such a pretty material." And they were a perfect I it, ending in length just below her navel. The girl's entire hair pie was naked to the manager's view. As she twisted back and forth, gazing at herself in the mirror, her thick pussy lips opened and closed repeatedly.
The manager stared breathlessly at this full display of pink flesh and creamy cunt lips, lightly covered by her dark brown bush. In deference to the girl's modesty he should have turned and looked elsewhere. But he could not take his eyes from the sight of such a gorgeous, gaping cunt. His cock had grown hard and throbbing with natural lust.
Then finally she stopped her preening and looked over at him. "Why, what is the matter. Mr. Butler? You look so strange," she asked naively. Then, deliberately, she followed his gaze to her dark warm delta. "Oh, I'm sorry," she moaned, feigning surprise and embarrassment, even managing to blush, "I shouldn't have let you see my thingy, should I? I think of you more as a friend than a stranger. You won't tell Daddy I forgot to cover my private parts, will you, Mr. Butler?" she pleaded, still neglecting to hide the enticing sight.
"No, I won't tell your father," he mumbled thickly, finally forcing his eyes away from her coral gash. "But you ought to be more careful about such things in the future.
"Oh, I will. Daddy gets so upset about such things. I think he's too old-fashioned on that. I mean, it's one thing to be modest and another to be prudish."
"Well, there are reasons for such modesty," he argued, his eyes continuing to steal glances of her lovely young mound."
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said again, as if just realizing something new, "they told us in girls' hygiene class that such things could affect men. I think they called it arousal. And we have to be very careful not to do it by mistake. Did I arouse you, Mr. Butler?" she asked solicitously, getting off the bed and walking over to him. She gazed up at him with concern and care. Yet she still did not cover her nakedness.
"It's all right Suzie," he managed to say, "but you must be careful around men." Unable to resist he reached out his hands and patted her tenderly on the butt letting his fingers come to rest on her firm, pink flesh. Trembling, he dared to gently stroke the full rounded young globes of her bottom. He knew what he was doing was dangerous, but he couldn't resist. He hoped he would just appear fatherly and friendly.
"He's right," broke in Cindy, now ready to make her move. She had been standing quietly behind him and now she slipped off her robe and joined them. Walking up behind she put her arms tenderly about his body and began to stroke his crotch sensually. "You should be careful, Suzie. The sight of naked female ass can make a man's penis get very hard and excited. And you've done that to poor Mr. Butler. I can feel it even through his pants."
"My God, Cindy," gasped Mr. Butler, glancing at the three of them in the mirror. "You're completely naked. What are you girls trying to do?"
Suzie stepped even closer and looked up at him with large, liquid brown eyes. She seemed so young and virginal, almost an angel. "What we're doing," she said softly and distinctly, "is trying to get your cock so hard and horny that you'll fuck both our brains out, repeatedly, all night long."
"But what would your father think?" he blurted in confused amazement.
"And for being so nice to us," added Cindy in a soft husky voice, ignoring his protests, "you're going to get a taste of some nice young cunt that almost any man in the world would love. We're going to throw you a fuck better than any you ever even dreamed of."
Mr. Butler's body trembled uncontrollable at Cindy's soft strokes on his covered peter and Suzie's continued titillation. They fully prepared his pecker for action. Vainly he still tried to protest. "But your father, Cindy. I'd promised him I'd protect you. I can't ..."
"What better protection can a young girl have than a man sleeping inside her during the night, Mr. Butler? Our father's not going to know. We love him dearly, but it's because of him we haven't been laid in over two months. And tonight we're having a little orgy with you and a couple of other friends to make up for all that lost fucking time. Now don't pretend you don't want it."
As she spoke Cindy gently unzipped his fly and pulled down his pants. His cock and balls were fully exposed. Quietly she began to French kiss him in his right ear, whispering to him what she wanted him to do to her already sopping love hole.
"An orgy?" he tried to ask, still unsure of himself, but unable to resist the smell of fresh teen quim.
"Don't worry," whispered Cindy deep into his ear. "No one's going to say anything about it. How can they? Who is going to complain about throwing cock to a couple of pretty little underage snatches like ours?"
In an effort to win him over Suzie stepped back. Teasingly she took her fingers and spread open her lovely cunt lips, fully exposing the coral color of her inner pussy. The hole leading to the moist darkness of her inner box was clearly visible. Mr. Butler stared at it, feeling a mixture of delight and consternation.
"But you Suzie," he gasped heavily, "you can't be much more than a virgin."
"I lost it years ago, Mr. Butler," the fourteen-year-old replied giggling, "and I can do it great now. I can suck your cock too and maybe bite it a little."
"Don't bite it," he said quickly, fearful of what the untrained girl might do.
Suzie giggled again and bent forward, quickly sucking his fattened pecker between her lips. Expertly she hooked her teeth over the swollen knob and started stroking it with her tongue. "I don't really mean bite it," she teased, her voice muffled by the size of the huge meat in her mouth, "Just nibble. Like this," she said, barely digging her teeth in the soft flesh at the base of the head. Mr. Butler groaned with obvious pleasure. His protests were over. To heighten his pleasure, Cindy, still behind him, began to fondle his balls with one hand and to move the other up under his shirt to stroke his hairy chest.
Suzie slowly sucked more and more of the manager's mushroom into her mouth, caressing it with her tongue. The man began to pant heavily with excitement as he trembled under the soft touch of the teenagers. He did not hear the door behind him open or the Bell Captain enter.
Jack Hayes stared at them in amazement. It wasn't what the girls were doing that startled him, but who they were doing it with. Mr. Butler was a stern and orderly administrator. He almost fired Hayes once when he found him fucking a hotel maid in his room. If there were to be consorts with other employees or guests, it was a strict rule they'd have to be somewhere else than in the hotel. Yet here the rigid authoritarian stood, his thick dick stuck firmly into the mouth of a fourteen-year-old customer.
But Jack's amazement soon turned to laughter. Mr. Butler glanced over at the intruder with surprise and indignation. Anger flashed in his eyes.
"He's been invited to the party, Mr. Butler," whispered Cindy tenderly in his ear. She didn't want an argument to spoil their evening.
The hotel manager tried to protest, but realized it was too late. "All right," he somehow managed to get out-in a panting voice. "Join in Taylor. But two things: tomorrow all this will be forgotten, and our relationship is still the same. Understood?"
"And also," added Suzie, taking the warm dick out of her mouth just for a second, "please close the door. I don't want just everyone to see me sucking cock."
"And open the wine," chimed in Cindy merrily, still gently massaging Mr. Butler's balls. "We're all already hot and the orgy has just begun."
Mute with delight and disbelief, Jack Hayes nodded assent first to his boss and then the two girls. Quickly he shut the door and popped the cork on the wine. Hurriedly he poured a glass of r each and stripped for action.
Suzie broke her lips away from the slippery pole and leaned back on the big soft bed. "This is such a nice place to get fucked, Mr. Butler. Such a nice bed. Would one of you please take my pajama top off?"
Jack Hayes almost leaped across the bed in order to accommodate the girl. In hardly a minute, both horny men were staring at the firm pointed still developing breasts of the young teenager. Her nipples were already hard as rocks and pointed proudly from the ivory cream of her boobs,
The Bell Captain reached quickly to feel a firm titty, but almost got his hand in the hotel manager's mouth as he bent forward and sucked the tit between his ups. Eagerly the older man's tongue licked and kissed the swollen nipple, pulling as much of the tender breast into his mouth as he could manage. At the same time Susie worked his already dripping mushroom firmly but slowly into her aching, longing quim.
Jack drew his hand back quickly as his boss usurped his goal. For a moment he sat frustrated as to what to do.
"In her mouth," cried Cindy quickly, seeing his dilemma. "She loves to each cock."
"Oh, yes," exclaimed the horny Captain and "whoomph" he shoved nearly the whole seven inches in the teenager's face. The bed squeaked noisily under his eager attack.
Suzie couldn't help but gag at such an onslaught, but expertly she placed her hands on the insides of his legs and pushed him back. Not far, but enough for her to get a big breath of air and consciously open her throat. In a moment she had the whole pecker buried to the roots in her mouth. With the huge meat stuck in her second love hole, the fun really began. Sitting on the other bed Cindy listened happily to the stifled moans and groans that came from Suzie as both men churned enthusiastically, probing her inner body.
Cindy wasn't unhappy that both men had gone for Suzie first and ignored her. After all, fourteen-year-old cunt was always rare for grown men. The older sister knew she'd get her share before the evening was up, and she loved watching her younger sister get laid. She grabbed the brand new Polaroid she'd borrowed from Daddy and began to take careful detailed pictures. At least they'd be fun to look at when they were back home and unable to get any.
"Click, click, click," went the camera and out slid beautiful pictures, already encased in plastic. Beautiful details of swollen thick flesh and bushy cream-soaked pussy hair.
The door banked open behind her and Cindy looked up startled. It was the desk clerk. He knew full well before he came there'd be an orgy, but he stared in awe when he saw his boss spastically shoving his meat into the love nest of the virginal little fourteen-year-old while the Bell Captain screwed her mouth. And obviously the girl was loving it. Under their vicious strokes her body squirmed and arched violently. From her meat stuffed mouth issued a continuous stream of ecstatic moans.
Cindy winked at the new arrival and smiled. "Shut the door and close your mouth," she commanded lightly, turning so that he could get a good view of her own body. "The orgy's already started. You'd better join."
It didn't take a second for the desk clerk to get the idea. Seeing that Suzie was already well occupied he hopped on the bed beside Cindy. Immediately she pressed her bare body against him, enjoying the feel of his naked skin against her own.
"Not too fast," she said softly, "I like to watch my sister get fucked. Let's watch her together." She smiled up into the handsome face and licked her lips teasingly.
"If you insist," he muttered hoarsely, ready to get started.
"I don't really, but I'd like you to wait. And when we get finished watching them we can fuck and let them watch us while they rest. Okay?" Easily she reached up and gave him a small kiss on his eager lips.
"Okay," he whispered, enjoying the warmth of her pure clean seventeen-year-old flesh. Tentatively he cupped one large firm breast in his large hand. In response Cindy slipped her own slender hand about his peter and began to rub it gently. She could feel him relax a bit now and together they watched Suzie's screwing.
It wasn't long before her younger sister was done. With a heave of his swollen cock the hotel manager buried himself deep in the young girl's glistening cunny and to the stifled moans and groans of pleasure, hot come overflowed like lava out of her small crack and down her young firm thighs and ass.
Pushed to climax by the hot splashing and throbbings in her quim, Suzie sucked mercilessly at the hard prod buried deep in her mouth. In seconds she felt the welcome gush of Jack's horny come over her tongue and down her throat. What she couldn't swallow she let drip lasciviously over her lips and down her chin. Eagerly she gobbled the jetting come as Jack gasped and groaned joyously.
Finally Mr. Butler lay spent beside her and the Bell Captain joined her on the other side. Tenderly they both stroked her fat little cunt lips and massaged her small swollen tits. But they were soon aroused from their rest by the sounds from the others.
"Oh Steve," moaned Cindy as the desk clerk crushed his lips to hers, their tongues meeting passionately in and between their mouths. The gentle finger fucking he had been giving her as they watched Suzie's balling now increased in pressure. More rapidly his fingers jerked now in and out of the soaking cunt hole as Cindy's hips twisted and shivered at the repeated plunges. Her face was contorted with painful lust.
"Oh, oh, mmm, oh," she gasped as two thick horny fingers jabbed through the sweaty opening, scratched roughly at her tender cave walls, then pulled out slowly and traveled down the wide furrow. The girl's ass jerked up and off the bed as crudely his finger nails scraped against her swollen, aching clit. Then down again they jabbed into her waiting cunt.
Frantically her pelvis jerked forward to meet each thrust and his fingers plunged rapidly in and out of the steaming pussy. "Oh, Steve, oh Steve, oh my cunt," she groaned deliriously, her hips twitching violently with every touch.
The desk clerk's mouth greedily sucked in a heaving tit as he shoved her back on the bed. "Oh, I'll come, Steve," she cried as he thrust even a third finger into the pretty teeny quim. From Suzie's bed the three eagerly watched Cindy's screwing. Steve's fingers flashed rapidly in and out of her wide open cunt, covered with white juice and making loud slopping noises. His mouth stretched and pulled the elastic flesh of her breast, rhythmically, into its warm heat.
The three gazed transfixed as Cindy began to toss and jerk spastically on the bed, quickly approaching orgasm. Already hard again, Mr. Butler slipped a finger into Suzie's pretty quim and eagerly scrubbed her small button. The pretty girl cried in pain but that did not stop him.
"Oh, oh, I'm coming, oh coming," cried Cindy loudly, her ass jerking and rocking frantically, the bed squeaking noisily under her. The room was filled with lustful noises of orgasm as her body tensed and began to explode rhythmically. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh," she screamed as a copious river of white jism poured from her gash.
But the desk clerk had no intention of letting her finish so soon. Mercilessly he shoved, banged and worked his whole hand to the knuckles deep into Cindy's sweating cave. "Oh now, no," she cried loudly as the pain from her stretched vagina shot through her body. "Oh my pussy, you're tearing it," she moaned in pain. "Oh, oh no, my boob," she screamed again as she felt his sharp teeth dig deep into her soft tit. A little welt of blood appeared on her ample white breast.
The teenager writhed and squirmed in pain which soon became pleasure as Steve continued to heartlessly pound his fist into her tortured pussy and break the skin of her breast with his teeth. "Oh, I'm going to come again," she gasped ecstatically as her legs thrashed and swung wildly on the bed.
"Not yet," broke in the rough clerk as he moved away and pulled her head toward his huge, throbbing dong.
"No, not there," she groaned and twisted away from him with surprising strength. In a moment she had her quivering ass positioned near the point of his twitching pole. "In my cunt first. Please, Steve, please. In my cunt. It's been so long, Steve. I've got to have it in my cunt."
Insistent on his original goal the young man tried to pull away. Anxiously Cindy threw her legs about his hips and tried to lock him in. Her stomach heaved and her crotch rose, trying to ensnare the hot stinking dick.
"In my cunt first, please, please. You can have my mouth later," the young brunette pleaded again. "Oh yes, that's right," she whined, as the desk clerk finally positioned himself before her beaver and prepared for a first brutal thrust. The three resting partners saw Cindy's waiting hot gash and the hard cock ready to penetrate. Suddenly it disappeared. They watched the seventeen-year-olds body squirm spastically for a second and heard her strained voice as finally her own fucking began.
"Oh God, yea," she whimpered happily. "It's in now. It's in my quim. No, don't pull it out, don't ... ugh, ugh, oh no! It's hurting, please my love. Not so hard. No don't pull it out, just ... uh, uh, uh, uhhh," she gasped heavily as the clerk rammed his heavy cock full length into her stretched and aching cunt with quick, expert rhythm.
"Uh, God, yes ... uh ... my twat. Please, hard ... yes. Please screw ... screw ... uh ... ser ... uhhh. Oh, ohhh, yes. Hard, oh hard." The spectators watched the couple with eager eyes. The two men were anxious themselves to get into that squirming screaming young body that wriggled wildly under the continued thrusts of the strong masculine clerk. Suzie was overjoyed to see her sister get such a tong missed going over. She envied the thick hose that now quickly jerked in and out of the girl's thrusting, energetic cunt.
Cindy writhed on the bed, forcing her pussy upward with every stroke to feel the full length of the stranger's hard dick. God how she loved it. "More," she kept begging, "harder, uh ... harder ... it's been so long, Steve. Uh, uh, yes that's uh ... uh, oh, please ... uhhh." It was obvious the clerk was ready to come. Cindy squirmed uncontrollably under his heavy body. Her fingers dug sharply into his lean hips and pressed his prick firmly into her dripping box. Her aching genitals were raw from the long overdue screwing, and pain mixed itself with pleasure. With eyes rolled back into her head she fucked vigorously as hot lava gushed into her cave and drained from the young man's organ. Finally the jerking of the two sweating bodies began to subside as spent jism ran in streams from Cindy's pussy and soaked the bed beneath them.
In a moment, she lay gasping under the clerk's large body. The trio on the other bed could see her spent, flushed face. As she recovered from the beloved torture she looked at her audience and smiled. "It was as good as you all thought it was. He's terrific." Then in a moment she licked her lips lasciviously. "But I'll bet one of you has got something good to offer my mouth."
Jack Hayes was hard again and ready to respond. Quickly he jumped off the bed and headed for Cindy.
"Now, wait, please a moment," she responded smiling, still weak from her exertions. "In a minute, when I get rested. This was a pretty strenuous fucking you know." She looked up at the big horny man, his strong root sticking straight out from his hairy body, and grinned happily. Her sparkling eyes looked honestly into his. "I want it, all of it, in my mouth, Jack. But let me rest just a moment. It's been two months since I've had a good balling. Let me rest and get ready."
The bell captain understood but his cock still throbbed excitedly. He glanced back at the now rested, glistening young girl he'd just screwed. She seemed willing, but Cindy's voice broke in again.
"No, please wait for me, Jack. I want you in my mouth next. Or any hole you want," she whispered almost bashfully. "Let Suzie go for a minute. You can have me in just a second and you've already done her once."
Jack sat back down on Suzie's bed unable to ignore his lust. Casually he reached over and stroked the youngest girl's heaving warm breasts. Uncertainty showed on his strong face. He wanted Cindy all right, but he wanted her now. Suzie would do again instead, yet he might offend the older girl.
"How about some of that wine," broke in Suzie quickly. "You poured it for us all but we never drank it. I could use some myself." Already the young girl was ready for another lay but she appreciated her sister's temporary problem. Cindy's desire to also get mouth fucked by the handsome I stud that had just done so well on her was natural. She suggested the wine as a small diversion while they regrouped.
Long before this Joey had made it down the stairs and into the lobby. He had expected to see it teeming with people as it had been that afternoon, but this time with women- all ready to go for a ten dollar trick. Instead he found only a couple of old men sitting in easy chairs reading, and a young couple looking through the magazines on the newsstand. A glance through the door to the adjoining cocktail lounge told him there was no one there, either. Disappointed, he headed through the front door and out onto the street.
Joey looked around him, not knowing which way to go. Sadly he realized that while the older boys had convinced him there was plenty of snatch available cheap at the capitol, they had neglected to tell him where it was to be found. Down the street neon lights advertised a night club-drinks and women. "Women!" the sign flashed on and off. That's what he wanted. Quickly he hurried toward it, his new, white tennis shoes getting muddy in pools of rain water.
Outside on the walls in glass cases were pictures of the girls inside. Strippers, wearing little more than their pasties and G-strings. Joey felt his cock harden just looking at them. There was a two dollar admission fee and unhesitatingly Joey took two wadded bills from his pocket and handed them up to the old man at the door, in response he received first a cold stare and then a laugh.
"You have to be twenty-one to get in here, sonny," said the old codger from the high stool on which he sat.
Joey frowned with disappointment. Then summoning up his courage he replied in the huskiest voice he could manage, "I am twenty-one, please sir. Just short."
Again the old man stared at him and then began to laugh good-naturedly. "You might be talking about the length of your dick kid, but you're not talking about your age. So you want to see some naked cunt? Well, I'll tell you what. I was the same when I was your age."
Joey stepped back, embarrassed he had been caught in such an obvious lie. Yet the old man seemed friendly enough.
"Maybe what used to work for sixty years ago will work for you. If you sneak back to the rear and carry a couple of buckets of ice up to the bartender, I'll bet he'll let you sit at the end of the bar and watch one of the girls do her show. But now, if anyone says anything about a kid being in the bar-out you go. Understand?"
The eleven-year-old looked up at the man and nodded enthusiastically. Quickly he headed for the rear where the ice machine was located. And, as he had hoped, the bartender found him an inconspicuous spot right at the end.
With everyone's eyes riveted on the tall bleached blonde who had just walked on stage, no one noticed his presence. Joey stared bug-eyed as the young woman strutted up and down the stage, letting her skirt split so that he could see bare thigh all the way to her waist. The young boy watched spellbound as dance succeeded dance and the pretty woman divested herself of everything but pasties and G-string. And when the pasties went in the finale, he was absolutely panting.
Quickly the lights went out and the stripper headed for the dressing room. But on her way she passed the boy at the bar. Filled with lust and driven to frenzy by the sight of so much bare flesh so near, he quickly got up and hurried after her.
"Excuse me, ma'am," he whispered hoarsely, just as she reached the dressing room door. Surprise, she turned angrily and looked down to see childish dark eyes, absolutely sparkling with lust and rut. For a moment she stared in surprise and then laughed merrily. "Well, a fan wanting an autographed picture no doubt. Is that right young man?"
Joey hesitated only a second. "No, ma'am, I want some ... I want some pussy."
Even the jaded veteran of ten years stripping found herself surprised at the child's boldness. "Some pussy? Mine?" Then she began to giggle almost hysterically.
"I got twenty dollars," the boy responded quickly.
The girl laughed. "Twenty dollars, boy. You want to buy my cunt for twenty bucks? I just made three times that much for fifteen minutes on the stage. Come on in here, boy, before somebody arrests you." Quickly she opened the door to the dressing room and shoved him inside.
There was one other person in the room, a small redhead sitting completely naked on a couch. She took the long green cigarette from her lips and stared at the boy with astonishment. "What in the living hell have you got there, Sally?" she asked in a harsh voice. "You taking up molesting children now?"
"Would you believe he's molesting me, Maude? Really. He just now offered me twenty dollars and said he wanted my pussy."
Maude lifted her eyebrows momentarily and looked Joey straight in the eyes. "Did you really say that to Sally, child? Did you?"
Joey looked at her in confusion. He knew he was doing something ridiculously wrong, but he also knew clearly that neither of the two women were offended by his actions. In fact he could tell they liked it. Even if it was a joke at his expense he'd play along. "Yes ma'am. Twenty dollars. You too, if you like. But I only got twenty all together."
The redhead sitting on the couch laughed mockingly. "I'll be God damned, you'll be a pimp by the time you're in High School-if you ain't already."
The child bowed his head in embarrassment. He didn't know exactly what he'd done wrong but he did know that there was something bad in being called a pimp. But neither of the two strippers lacked compassion for the young boy despite their sardonic humor. Quickly Sally kneeled down beside him and began to stroke his head. Not by accident she let one of her large boobs dangle just inches in front of him. Clearly he could see the rippled, wrinkled jutting nipple.
"But," he said spontaneously, after having stared at it for just a moment, "it's painted."
"Painted? What?" Then Sally began to laugh. "My nipple you mean? It's just rouge, honey. All us strippers use it. It makes it stand out from our breasts more under the stage lights."
Maude was laughing too at the boy's honest naivety. But she couldn't help liking his sexual ambitions. "Come here, honey," she said in a sexy coaxing voice, "there's some things someone ought to tell you before you get your own stable. And I reckon the two of us are girls that could let you in on some things. Come here," she repeated, patting the place on the couch beside her, As Joey approached she uncrossed her legs and spread them wide so the boy had an ample view of her large, fat pussy. He stared at the well used gash with obvious wonder and admiration. But he was surprised to see there was not a trace of hair.
"Hope you like what you see child," said the redhead confidentially, "lot of guys out front would pay twenty dollars just to look at it."
"It's beautiful," sighed Joey, sitting down beside her, "but how come there's no bush."
Sally giggled girlishly behind him. "Lot of us strip artists shave our twat boy. The G-string wouldn't cover it all. See." With that she undid the thin panties and sat down beside him naked, spreading her legs wide also. Intently Joey stared at the crimson furrow between her pure white pussy lips. Her cunt hole was large and moist, like Maude's, obviously frequently used.
Joey sat now sandwiched between their warm bare bodies. Both girls noticed with amusement the huge swell in the crotch of his jeans. And both began to stroke his head with their hands, consolingly.
"Look kid," began Sally cheerfully, "we're not whores. We're dancers. We work for money and we belong to a union like anybody else. And generally when we throw a guy a fuck it's because we really like him."
"Right," added Maude, "and when we do feel the pinch for a little extra money we go for a lot higher stakes than twenty bucks. At least a couple of bills if not more."
"And they're not cheap rolls in the hay either. They are good all night stands with businessmen and we give them their dollars worth."
Joey pressed himself tighter against the girls' naked bodies. "But how does a young guy get a piece? Would you give me some because you like me?" he asked in desperation.
"Sure we would, Joey," answered Maude sympathetically, "if you were about ten years older. But we can't afford to be caught messing with underage skins. Besides, we're not perverts."
"Sure, if you were older it'd be different," added Sally. "Then we'd love to fuck you. But you don't have any girls at school that will ball?"
"No. The one's my age are all scared. And the older girls think I'm too young. Is there any place here I could get some?"
Sally looked at him with both sympathy and amusement. "Well, the places where you could get a cheap whore are not places I'd want to see you go. And you don't have the money for a really good one. But I'll tell you what, we're leaving pretty quick and we'll drop you off at 'The Mixer' down the street. It's a pick-up joint where stag men and gals go to find a lay, and usually it's free. I'm awfully afraid you won't score 'cause you're so young. But maybe you'll be lucky."
"Sorry, kid," Maude concluded, getting up and reaching for some clothes, "Doesn't look like you're having much luck. Keep trying. You'll find some pussy one of these days. Come on, Sally," she said, turning her attentions from the young boy, "we got dates in thirty minutes."
Silently, disappointed, Joey watched them dress.
Chapter Five
Back in the hotel Joey's sisters were still banging their three well picked studs. Jack Hayes was liberally shoving cold cream into Cindy's tight hung hole. He'd already had both girls in their mouths and pussies and now aimed for something different. Mr. Butler and the desk clerk were busy balling Suzie in two holes on the other bed and Jack would have loved to join them and give the girl a little in her anus too. But one look at the girl's tiny tight rose bud told him he was way too big for her. After all, he didn't want to hurt her permanently.
Only once before had Cindy been able to talk a boy into cornholing her. So when Jack asked her for the cold cream she gave a cry of joy and sprang to the dresser to get it. Quickly she handed the big stud the jar and flopped prone on the bed, her knees under her and her firm rounded bottom pointing expectantly at her partner. Quickly she spread her ass cheeks wide with her hands, giving him plenty of room to work.
"Hurry, Jack, please hurry. I haven't been ass fucked in so long. Please cornhole me, please hurry," she urged anxiously. And a second later she felt his thick horny finger stick firmly into her anus. At first even that hurt and seemed too large for such a little porthole. But as he shoved it back and forth more quickly and ruthlessly, spreading the cold cream over the edge and into her body, she began to loosen up."
"That's good Jack, that's good. Even your finger feels good. Promise me you'll, uh, uh, get all of it in Jack. Be sure you get all your root, uh, in when you, uh, uh, fuck it."
Jack didn't need encouragement. He had two fingers in now and was finger fucking her asshole vigorously. Cindy felt happy and glowing with well-being despite the occasional pain his rough fingers caused. She glanced over at the other bed and noted the two studs excitedly cramming their prods into Suzie's willing mouth and cunt.
Maybe they could do that to me, too, with Jack in my back door, she thought excitedly, if they're not too spent. Three in three holes. God would that be good. Cindy's imagination drifted wildly. She'd never had three men in her at the same time, but biddy had often told her how great it was. Maybe tonight she could pull it off.
On the other bed she saw her little sister writhing madly under the two grown men. She was going through one orgasm after another, though the two studs cocks were still hard as steel. Suzie's ecstatic moans and screams were clearly audible and for a passing moment Cindy feared that they'd wake their brother in the next room.
But all fears were forgotten when she felt her bunghole suddenly free of the thick fingers and a single thick prod pushing against it. Knowing it would hurt, she relaxed her muscles as best she could. She felt the thick knot slowly pass the petals of her rosebud. But it wasn't in yet, just the very tip of the head. "It's so warm and firm, Jack, push harder. Get it in, Jack." As best she could, she pressed her ass back toward him, trying to help.
"It's gonna hurt, Cindy," said Jack steadily. "I'm awfully big for you. You ready?"
"And willing. I know it's big, the biggest meat I've ever seen. Now drive it home, Jack ohhhh ... ah, huh, no Jack it does hurt. Oh, oh, oh ... oh, stop ... oh, uh, uh, uh, uh," she grunted as the big man pounded at the small resisting hole like a pile driver. With one hand, Cindy supported herself on the rocking bed. The other helped Jack hold his cock firmly on target. With thrust after pounding thrust he hammered the bulbous end against the tight little rosette.
"Uh, uh, uh, uh ... it hurts, uh ... uh ... hurt ... uh, uh. Oh, oh, you're getting it. It's getting in. Oh, oh, oh ... it's hurting me, Jack. Oh, oh, uh, uh, God it hurts, it hurts, it's coming in. I can feel it. Oh, it's too big, too ... oh, oh, oh, ohhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhh, ahhh, ah, ah, oh ... it's in Jack. The knob's in. It's inside me," she gasped happily, pain racking her rectum.
"Oh, it hurts, Jack. It's so huge. Oh, wait, Jack. Don't do anything for a minute. Let me get used to it."
Holding himself back with an effort, the Bell Captain resisted further penetration, the whole of his large shaft still projecting out of the teenager's ass. Slowly Cindy rotated her tail around the end of the cock. It was the biggest thing the young girl had ever had pass that hole. Furtively she wished Suzie had already finished so she could take some Polaroid's. Cindy wanted to remember this in detail.
"All right, Jack," said the girl finally. "I'm ready. Go on."
Steadily the big man began to shove the meat in a couple of inches and back in out in a slow steady rhythm.
"No, Jack, harder. Shove it all the way in. I want every inch of it. Don't you, you cocksucker, be just using a couple of inches."
"Sure you can take it, little one?" the man asked smiling, not sure how much she could manage. "You had some trouble with that entry."
"You promised me, Jack. You promised. Now shove it all in or get out and let someone else do it. You ... ahh, my Goooood." She screamed at the top of her voice, falling forward on the bed, "ohhhh, uhhmmmmm, uh, oh, uh, I ah ..." Spontaneously the girl stuck her face deep in the pillow trying to muffle the screams of pain and joy she was unable to control, The cock felt like a red hot soldering iron jammed full length into her bowels. Never before had she felt such pain, but every bit was accompanied by desire and pleasure.
Jack had given one huge lunge and buried himself deep in the teenage bowels. He stopped to let her gain control again as her ass jerked in agony around the huge piston. Finally Cindy's moans quit and gingerly she reached back to feel their junction. Her fingers found her asshole and slid back along the couple of inches of cock still exposed.
"It's still not all the way," she gasped, ignoring the raging pain, "you promised me all the way if I'd let you in."
"Afraid I'd hurt you. How do you feel?"
"My bung hole feels like it's been ripped to shreds and my bowels ache. I've got so much pecker in there I feel like I'm going to vomit. I know I'll have to shit when it comes out. Now do like I said and get it all in there. Then keep fucking it in until you come. Okay?"
Jack only grunted. Bracing himself he shoved once, twice and then a third time before the huge dong finally plowed to its roots in the white flesh. Cindy was screaming again into the pillow, her bum jerking wildly. And it had been painful for the Bell Captain also, to breach such a tight hole,
From behind Jack began now to fuck vigorously and mercilessly. Cindy's screams of pain excited him even more, making his thick shaft grow even greater. The girl turned her head to look up at him. Her pretty face was contorted and strained. Bit hot tears rolled freely down her face.
"It hurts so much, Jack," she gasped between thrusts. "it's too big. It hurts. Don't atop. It's so good, you bastard. It's good. It hurts me so, you son of a bitch. You, ah, ah, ahhhh, noOOO, ah, oh ..." she yelled full voice again, burying her face once more in the pillow. Jack had doubled his efforts, this time deliberately trying to cause her discomfort and misery.
The slimy thick cock pumped repeatedly in and out of Cindy's tight asshole, every shove bringing a scream of pain or delight. But the seventeen-year-old stuck with it, thrusting her ass back to meet his expected attacks. Her fingers dug deep into the bed, tearing the sheets. "Oh, hurt, hurt, hurt," she moaned, "oh, ah, ah, ah, ohhhh."
Jack looked down at his huge pecker as he ground it mercilessly into the teenager's rump. It was covered with cold cream and shit, a beautiful tawny color against her lily white hips. Excited he felt his organ grow to its greatest hugeness. His ears were filled with Cindy's tortured screams. With determination he rammed it in harder and swifter. And with each shove the brunette's body lunged forward, twitching violently and spastically. She was sobbing uncontrollably in pain. She was delirious with lust. Suddenly the seventeen-year-old felt her bowels fill with surging hot liquid from the huge peter. His hot lava filled her stretched intestines, shooting deep into her body. "Ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhhh," she screamed into the tear stained pillow.
Instinctively she dug her knees into the bed, trying to climb away from the jetting cock. But all her wriggling struggles only screwed the bursting tool harder into her bowels as the huge snake swelled to twice its size and spewed huge globs of steaming burning venom into her unprotected intestines. Cindy had never known such pleasure and agony.
But finally the hot charges began to diminish and the wild heavings of her body subsided. At last her screams ceased and her tears stopped. Dizzy, she relaxed against the bed, the spent dork still plugged firmly inside her. Even soft it felt huge in her bowels. Her stomach ached with churning hot sperm. Gently she reached back and felt her burning hole and Jack's warm soft prod. His balls were still pressed firmly against her smooth bottom.
"It felt so good, Jack," she said at last, some of her strength returning. "Did you like it?" I think it was the best fuck I've ever had."
"It was great, Cindy," the big man panted, his tan hairy body resting lightly on her smooth creamy flesh. "You're absolutely a great lay."
"Is there any blood?" she asked lovingly. "Did we tear anything?"
With an effort he raised up and looked at the junction of his cock and Cindy's distorted anus. "Yes, a little. I think we tore you bunghole a little. Doesn't look too bad though. I don't think it's anything serious."
"Good," she murmured contentedly, "I want you to do it to me some more tonight. And don't take it out without warning me. I'm going to have to shit a lot and I don't want to mess the bed."
"Right," he said, leaning forward and kissing her on the shoulder. They recuperated still locked together, watching the action on the other bed soon grind to a close.
Both the other studs had their cocks simultaneously in Suzie's mouth. The young girl had to stretch wide and breath deeply to accommodate them. And really it wasn't that much fun for her, except for the idea of having those two greedy sausages ramming at the same time into one opening. What a story to tell Liddy. The desk clerk started to come, and stimulated by the sight of the hot thick fluid streaming into the fourteen-year-olds stretched mouth, Mr. Butler climaxed too.
With the two huge dicks pumping honey into her mouth, Suzie could hardly keep from choking. Large streams of come poured over her lips and down her chin, and then some erupted from her nose. She loved it, and knowing that she did, Cindy grabbed the Polaroid with an effort, Jack's soft root still securely in her rectum. Just in time she shot some pictures that her sister would treasure for her scrap book.
Now the two teenagers relaxed on their beds, surrounded by the men they had longed for. Fortunately, not until both had finished their screwing, did the telephone ring. Cindy moved to grab the receiver, but slowly enough that Jack's limp peter remained securely in place. She knew it was Daddy.
"Hi," she said, not having to take an exhausted voice after their night's recreation, "Cindy Smith here,"
It was a few moments before she spoke again. "That's all right, Daddy, we weren't sleeping too well anyway. We'd been just a teeny bit worried when you hadn't called. "It's so late," she added glancing at the clock, "after four already. We were afraid you might have gotten into trouble."
"No, no trouble Cindy," came the steady deep voice at the other end. "But one of our boys came across a pattern in the murders you've read about. He realized that each was separated by an interval of exactly nine days, or multiples of nine. That means that there should be another abduction this coming Wednesday. And we're working pretty hard to find something before then."
"Oh, any new clues, Daddy?" asked the girl eagerly. She was excited again by the case and needed to know anything that turned up which might point to the stranger on the motorcycle.
"Not a thing, sweetheart. We're just spending more hours busting our heads against a brick wall, it seems."
"It just seems so futile, Dad ... uh, oh, oh," screamed the young girl in pain. Jack's spent cock had begun to awaken again and ignoring the girl's other activities he had begun slowly once more to pump it in and out of her torn bunghole. And this time it seemed to hurt even more, her tender cave rubbed raw by the first cornholing.
"What's the matter, darling," came Daddy's quick response, "what's happened?"
"Nothing Daddy," the girl rasped, trying to relax her muscles enough to accommodate her stud. She certainly didn't want to discourage him. "I just stubbed my toe, oh ... it hurts. You know, Daddy, I'm not used to a strange room. Didn't look where I was going."
"You sure?" was the immediate reply. "And how's Joey?"
"He's just fine," the girl managed to gasp calmly, the huge mushroom again starting to vigorously explore her bowels. "And Suzie is fine too. Here, she wants to talk to you." Quickly she tossed the receiver across to the other bed and buried herself in the pillow to muffle her cries and moans. The huge dong was again shoving mercilessly and rhythmically into her sweating rosebud.
But even Suzie had her problems talking. Languidly she had held the last of the two men's come in her mouth, savoring its taste and trying not to swallow. Her voice was choked and hoarse when she spoke on the phone.
"What's the matter with you now?" came her father's concerned query when he heard his daughter's rough voice.
"Nothing Daddy," Suzie replied gamely, "just think I'm coming down with a cold maybe. I feel a little hoarse."
"You sure sound like it. Take care of yourself. Stay in bed tomorrow if you need to." Suzie smiled at this sage advice and glanced at the three men she'd like to have in bed with her while she supposedly recovered. But tomorrow there was important business at the State Records Building. The murder case came first.
"Well, do as you think best," he continued, "and I'll let you get back to sleep. I'll expect you by eight tomorrow evening. If you have any car problems and can't make it, call me."
"Will do, Daddy. And we'll look after Joey. He's got an early breakfast to go to," she said glancing at the clock. "We've got to get him up pretty soon so we can get clear across town. Bye-bye." Suzie hung up the receiver again and sighed. How she would have liked to ask to spend another night with these hard rutting pricks. But they'd been lucky to get away one night from the protective eye of their father and she knew it.
"All right then, fellows," Cindy said, eyeing the two men resting beside her sister, "if you can get it up again I want it, one of you in my cunt and the other in my mouth while Jack here plows my rear end again. Can you manage it?"
In response the two horny men grinned and joined her on the bed. They'd had sufficient time while Suzie was on the phone to get their peckers up one more time. The desk clerk slipped easily into Cindy's pussy and Mr. Butler her mouth. But before the hotel manager got his sausage rammed home, the pretty seventeen-year-old had time to tell her sister to use the Polaroid.
A little later when Joey finally got home with an unexpected friend, that was how he found his two sisters. Through the crack he allowed in the door he saw Cindy being lucked vigorously in three holes by three different cocks while Suzie took the pictures. Good sharp intimate pictures that the two girls could enjoy later and share with Liddy.
Joey watched eagerly at the fucking his sister was getting. It was the best he'd ever seen. At the same time his friend raised her eyes in astonishment at the actions of the two teenage girls.
Joey had left the night club with the two strippers and they had let him off at "The Mixer." Sally got out of the car first and had a few words with the doorman. He looked at her and Joey both, then laughed. "Sure," he said briskly, "be glad to look after the kid. Hey Annie," he called to one of the waitresses, "show this kid to one of the side tables where people won't notice him and give him all the Cokes he wants-on the house."
The eleven-year-old turned and thanked the pretty blonde. Neither of the girls thought he'd find anything there, but at least she was trying to help. "I'll be back in ten years when I am old enough," he whispered to the dancer. Quickly she bent down and kissed him fully on the lips, taking a moment to stroke his covered prick gently.
"I'll be waiting. You have good luck tonight Joey," she said and hurried back to their car. Joey followed the waitress inside. She led him to a table in the corner of the large dark room, returning in a moment with a glass of Coke.
"The Mixer" consisted of a long dark room full of small square tables. At one end was an intimately lit dance floor and at the other a bar. In between, where the customers sat, it was difficult to see anything clearly. The music was supplied by a juke box, which most of the time the management played. The tables were occupied by men or women. As each record began some of the men would get up and ask a girl to dance. Sometimes they'd stay only for one song and other times they'd dance several records together, in a close hug. Then both would return to the girl's table where they'd have another drink. After talking quietly they'd leave. It didn't take much imagination for Joey to realize where these couples headed.
Though the child had no idea how to dance he got up several times and went to tables where a woman sat alone. Carefully he'd introduce himself and explain that he didn't know how to dance but that he thought they were really beautiful and would like to talk to them.
Invariably they'd let him sit with them awhile and he'd make his play. Generally they just laughed affectionately when he asked them to fuck with him, though occasionally they were surprised and looked insulted. In any case, each time he was refused one way or another.
Joey sat in "The Mixer" throughout the evening, but as time wore on be became more and more discouraged. There were always more women than men-some pretty and-and some ugly, some young and some old. And as some of the girls would leave, others would soon take their place. But Joey was unable to hit his mark with any of them. It was obvious they just simply considered him too young, not matter how horny they were.
Sleepily he glanced at the small watch his father had given him for Christmas. Three-forty. Another twenty minutes and the place would close. The crowd had thinned considerably in the last hour and carefully he studied the remaining women, In the dim light it was impossible to see what they looked like, but by a gesture or the way they danced maybe he could tell something about them. He needed one that was really super horny and desperate.
Intently he tried to see what a girl across the room from him looked like. She'd been sitting there for over three hours and had been asked to dance several times. But each time she'd been returned to her table unwanted.
Maybe she was ugly or too old or had bad breath. Joey didn't know, but if she'd been there that long she must be desperate. And Joey too was desperate. He didn't care what she looked like or how old she was, as long as she fucked. The young boy was just about to get up and make a play for her when she rose, put on her coat, and headed for the exit.
Fortunately the door leading out was near his table and the child was ready to intercept her with some meaningful lust filled comment. But whatever it was he planned to say he forgot when the woman passed by close enough for him to see her clearly. He was astonished. He recognized her. There was no mistake. But what was she doing in a place like this? Quickly he grabbed his jacket and followed after.
The eager boy trotted along for nearly half a block before he mustered up courage to call after her. "Wait, Miss Kuim," he hollered anxiously, running up to the tall figure. The woman stopped, obviously startled, and turned quickly to look down into the young boy's beaming face.
"Why, Joey Smith, what in the world are you doing here? Why on earth are you out at this time of night?"
Joey studied Miss Kuim carefully. As the Rockford High School gym teacher for the last several years she had gained a reputation for stern primness and a complete lack of interest in men. But, like the Smith girls, this had been a front for her reputation. At least on her summer vacations, if not more often, she liked to enjoy the company of eager men, Her only problem was often not being able to attract any with her plane face and boyishly slender figure.
"Same thing you're doing, Miss Kuim," Joey answered finally in a smug voice. "I was in 'The Mixer' looking for a pick-up."
"Why, Joey Smith, how could you say such a thing? I ... I was in there. But just for a moment. I wanted to see what such a place was like. I had absolutely no interest in meeting anybody there."
The eleven-year-old moved closer and gazed admiringly at the long slim athletic legs revealed by the very short skirt. Though she had boyish hips and no chest to speak of, her legs were well shaped and her figure well proportioned. Though no beauty, for a woman in her early forties, she was still good enough to fuck.
"You were in there longer than just a moment, Miss Kuim. And you danced with several men, dry fucking them, though none of them took you home. And you were too looking for what I was looking for-a lay."
Miss Kuim drew a startled breath and stared at the boy in astonishment. She was concerned that her reputation back in Normasburg would be ruined. "What were you doing there, Joey?" she finally demanded in a stern voice, adopting her authoritarian manner in an effort to cover her own guilt. "Where are your sisters? You're not here alone."
"No ma'am, my sisters are back at the hotel getting their brains Lucked out by some of the hotel employees. Just like you'd like be be doing."
"Joey, such language. Don't speak to me like that," she reprimanded quickly. Then quietly she thought for a moment. Obviously she'd been caught and was going to have to play the child's game, at least for a while. She didn't want him talking when he got back home.
"First of all, Joey," she continued carefully, "I'm sure your fine sisters would not be doing any such thing as you suggested. And second, even if I were looking for a companion for the evening, it wouldn't be for such activities as those. I don't know what gave you such an idea. I was just lonely, Joey, and wanted someone to talk to. You know I'm not married-that I live alone."
"Yes ma'am, not no one there just wanted someone to talk to," persisted the boy, too anxious not to let his last hope of the evening get away with such obvious evasions. Quickly he summoned up his courage. "This is what you wanted," he added in a still shy and high pitched voice. Immediately he unzipped his fly. His hard pecker flipped out, easily visible to the determined matron.
"Joey, what are you doing?" she screamed in surprise. "Hurry into this alley before someone sees you," she added, hastily grabbing him by the arm and forcing him into the security of the shadows. Her reputation surely would be destroyed if anyone saw them together like that. But once inside the alley all her fears relaxed. Quietly she glanced over the boy's shoulder to make sure they were alone.
But Joey, still unsure of himself, was afraid he had gone too far and started to slip his offending member back into his pants. Before he could do so, however, Miss Kuim had reached down and taken a firm hold of It with her warm moist hand. She knelt down and kissed him gently on the cheek.
"It is a nice penis, Joey. Especially for such a young boy. It's hard and firm and smooth. I'll bet it'd feel really good. But surely you don't expect to find a ... a lay with a woman my age, Joey. I'm thirty years older than you."
"But Miss Kuim," he responded, more sure of himself since the woman had begun to lovingly caress his swollen root, "I can't get the girls my age to give me any. And older girls think I'm too young. But I'm not. Me peter is almost six inches and that's almost as big as lots of grown men."
The older matron looked at him for a moment, and then smiled, still softly massaging his protruding cock. "And it's harder and stiffer than a lot of grown men's I've met, Joey. Really nice little pecker to be proud of. So the girls at school won't give you any, hm? Are you still a virgin, Joey?"
At this the child looked down embarrassed. "Yes, ma'am, but it's not my fault. I try to get somebody," he stuttered.
"Joey, listen to me carefully. I'm going to give you some. But you've ..." She stopped to smile at the look of pure delight that suddenly filled the boy's face. She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and beamed back. "Yes, I'm going to give you some of my pussy, .Joey. 'Cause I want a man to screw me tonight and I'm horny just like you are. And I'm absolutely sure that your little tool here can do the job. But you've got to promise, me that you'll never tell anybody-no one at all, even your sisters or your father what we've done. Promise?"
"Oh, yes, Miss Kuim," was the enthusiastic response. Gratefully he threw his arms around the older woman and hugged her with thanks and joy. Almost, but not quite, she was forced to let go her caress on his swollen peter.
"Okay then, Joey. I don't know where we can go that no one will know, but ..."
"We can go to my room," Joey broke in emphatically. "Cindy and Suzie are too busy fucking in the next room to notice. They won't hear us."
Miss Kuim raised an eyebrow. "Well, I really don't think your sisters are the kind to do that," she said hesitantly, but then smiled, thinking to herself. "But then appearances can be deceiving. If you're sure, then we'll go there. And it it's not safe, we'll go somewhere else."
Gently she stuck his jutting penis back in his trousers, zipped him up, and together they started looking for a cab. It wasn't easy that time of the morning, but finally they hailed one and headed across town for Joey's hotel. A mother and her child, up late for some strange reason. In a few minutes they were in Joey's room.
And through the adjoining door came the obvious sounds of Suzie and Cindy's revels. Quietly they opened it slightly and Miss Kuim looked in with astonishment. Why those hypocritical little virgins, she thought to herself.
Together Joey and his new friend looked on as Cindy was getting herself fucked by all three men in all three holes. Suzie was busy taking Polaroid's. It was a scene exciting and thrilling enough to arouse both woman and child. The older woman could feel the moisture gathering between her legs.
Quickly they shut the door and went over to Joey's bed. Quietly and efficiently Miss Kuim again undid the young boy's pants and pulled his pecker out for a better inspection. It was hard as ever and smooth as ivory. Gently she reached down and sucked it into her mouth, giving it a long exploring French kiss. Joey lay back and sighed with pleasure. Never had he felt anything so pleasant in his life. And never had he wanted anything more desperately.
Expertly she let her tongue tickle over the spongy head of the little penis. Gradually and very tenderly, drawing out the sensation, she sucked more and more of it into her mouth. Gingerly she fondled and weighed his tiny balls in the palm of her hand. She was going to enjoy this more than she had thought.
"Oh, Miss Kuim," moaned Joey in his childish voice as she began to move her lips steadily up and down the slender ivory shaft, "it feels so good." In response she gave the head a rapid tongue lashing that made the boy tremble beneath her. At the same time a pulsing itch was growing in her pussy. She knew the clitoris had already started to expand.
"If you have nothing to do with your hands, Joey," she said, slipping her mouth off his cock with a smack, "I don't have any panties on. You can feel my cunt if you like."
"Oh, yes," he whispered excitedly and in a moment she felt a small eager hand moving up the inside of her legs. She began to lick his balls in appreciation.
"Oh, it feels so good," he muttered again as his fingers found and entwined themselves in her thick patch of black hair. "But there seems so much of it and it's so thick," he marveled.
Miss Kuim giggled and gave his cock a long lick. "I've got a lot of hair, Joey. In fact, rye got the biggest and thickest bush I've ever seen on a woman. I hope you like a good hair pie, Joey, 'cause mine runs clear up my naval. And it absolutely covers my cunt and asshole."
"Oh, I love hair pie, Miss Kuim," exclaimed the eleven-year-old immediately. Entranced by the woman's sexuality he was convinced she must be the most beautiful girl in the world. Even prettier than his sisters who didn't have nearly that big a bush.
Tenderly he let his fingers stroke through the abundant fur and come to rest on the already sweating lips of her cunny. Very gingerly he slipped a finger into the crack and felt its warmth. But he stopped there.
"Go on, Joey," she whispered, "feel up my cunt good if you want. You can't hurt me. Stick your fingers all the way in."
In response, she felt the smooth tiny fingers pry open her cave entrance and a single finger push deeper into her quim. Soon a second followed. The boy found a hard swelling at the top of her slit, about the size of a marble. Gently he squeezed it and rolled it between his fingers.
"Oh, oh," came the muffled cry of the teacher, her mouth still full of pre-teen cock.
"Did I hurt you, Miss Kuim?" the child asked anxiously, afraid he might lose his chance at tail.
"No. but it's very sensitive Joey," she explained, stopping her sucking for a moment. "That's my clitoris dear, and it's extremely sensitive. Go ahead and feel, but be gentle and it'll grow even bigger and harder.
"Really?" he asked in wonderment, fondling it again, but more gently.
"Really. And don't forget to stick your fingers all the way in my cunt if you want to. It feels good."
Following the teacher's lead the child slid two fingers deep into her mysterious cave. It was hot and liquid. A sticky cream covered his hand. Spontaneously he began to slide his fingers in, then out and up to tickle her swelling clit. The whole of her pussy now seemed to be oozing juice.
"That's called finger fucking, Joey," she added, taking her tongue from his peter once more. Slowly she began to grind her hips against his hand. "It feels so fine. Can you get more fingers in, .Joey? Oh yes, that's right. It feels so good." Heavily the woman began to screw her ass against the boy's firm fingers.
"Oh, it's so good and hot, Miss Kuim," he gasped in appreciation.
His mistress lifted her head and looked at him. "Glad you like it, dear. There's better than that ahead. Let me take your clothes off and we can get down to really serious fucking."
Within a minute Joey was naked, his clothes tossed lightly on a nearby chair. Miss Kuim's hands caressed over the child's unbelievably smooth skin. How unlike a man's it is, she thought to herself. Now she was glad she'd taken the chance and gone home with the boy, even though he was so very underage. She'd often dreamed of doing it with really young boys, but had suppressed such abnormal desires.
In response to her caresses Joey lifted up and began to undress the school teacher. His hands were clumsy and inexpert as he first unbuttoned her blouse and then her bra. But she let him take his time. He obviously enjoyed it and the experience was good for him. The clothes fell wrinkled on the floor, but Miss Kuim didn't mind. She was more interested in the pleasure she was feeling at her nipples. Joey's mouth had found one of her small but firm boobs and was kissing and sucking it tenderly, slowly.
"Do you like my tit, Joey? Suck it into your mouth and then ... oh yes. Oh, oh, yes, Joey, that's right. You know what to do. It feels so fine, Joey. So alive and tingly. Let go of it for a moment and I'll show you something"
The boy obeyed, though still letting his hand caress the soft white mound. Joey was convinced the older woman was beautiful beyond belief, not yet being a good judge of sexual development in women.
"That's right, my lover," she crooned. "Now look at my nipple. See how hard and rigid it is compared to the one you haven't kissed yet. That's because kissing it and sucking on it gives it so much pleasure. Do you really like my jugs, Joey? They're really awfully tiny you know-not nearly as big as your little sister's. But they love to have you stroke them like that, so nice and gentle. Your hands feels so good on them. I causes little pains of delight to run through my body all the way to my cunt." She leaned forward and spoke heavily in the boy's ear. "To my cunt, Joey. You're making my cunt just ache for you, you're such a good lover. Take my skirt off, Joey. Let me be all naked so you can fuck me."
To give him a little extra motivation, she gently reached down and cupped his penis in her hand, massaging it slowly in a gently fucking action. "Take my skirt off, Joey, so you can fuck me in my soaking pussy. I want your cock screwing my quim, lover. Please hurry."
The eleven-year-old didn't need more urging. But the school teacher's soft words brought him to a pitch of excitement he had never known. Within moments he had her skirt down the healthy slim legs and abandoned on the floor. He stopped to gaze admiringly at her trim boyish figure. Especially he liked the sight of her huge, curly bush covering nearly all her lower abdomen and running down her inner thighs. Fondly she put her arms around the young child's body and hugged him firmly to her.
"It feels so nice, Joey, having you next to me. Here," she crooned, "get between my legs. Good. Does it feel good?" she asked teasingly, taking his swollen dong in her hand and gently massaging her sweating pussy lips. Tenderly she moved its very tip up and down the slit of her quim, letting it stop to tease her aching clitoris for only a second.
In another moment, the precocious child would have had what he had so long desired it if hadn't been for the phone. But the phone did ring and it seemed extremely loud and menacing, though it was in the sister's room. Quickly Miss Kuim pulled back and listened attentively. Her hand still held the coveted penis, poised only inches from her willing juicy box. They were both ready for immediate penetration, but the more caution older lady listened carefully to what was being said on the phone.
"Hellow." It was Suzie's voice. "Five-thirty already? Okay. Thank you." There was a loud click as she hung up the receiver. "Damned Cindy, it's already time to get up. Joey's got that breakfast to get to across town by six-thirty. Sorry guys. Fucking is over, let's go. We got to get Joey up."
"Just a second," came the strained voice of the desk clerk. He alone had still not yet come in Cindy's cunt and he thrust himself vigorously in her hurrying to a climax.
In the next room the two interrupted lovers listened for a moment to the fast creaking bed springs, and then a long "Ahh, uh, oh, oh, oh ... ah ... ahhhh," issuing ecstatically from Cindy and the clerk. In a moment she climaxed in full and it was again silent.
"Okay, you guys," repeated Suzie quickly, "I don't want to see it end either, but we got to. Get your clothes on and get moving. Stand out of the way of Joey's door. I'm going to wake him up."
At this last remark Miss Kuim literally leaped from the bed and grabbed her clothes off the floor. She could never risk being caught like this.
"But wait, please, I came Joey's desperate voice.
"Not now Joey!" she whispered harshly, pulling the bedspread up to his neck so his nakedness would be hidden. In a second she was behind the door, her clothes in hand, when Suzie opened it. Fortunately she just barely stuck her head in to look at her brother on the bed. Through the crack in the door Miss Kuim could see the girl, too, was still naked. That would keep her out for the moment.
"Time to get up, Joey. Got to get bathed and dressed and ready for breakfast."
"I don't want to go," replied the boy petulantly. "It's too early. Let's go back to steep."
"Now don't get angry with me, Joey," replied his sister sternly, "the breakfast has already been paid for. And it's your convention anyway. Getting up early once won't hurt you. Now hurry and put your clothes on. I'll be back in just a moment."
As soon as the door closed, Miss Kuim started scrambling back into her skirt. Joey looked at her pleadingly, and she understood his frustration. When she was finally dressed she leaned over the bed once more. "I'm sorry too, Joey, but it would be horrible if I got caught here with you. Better get dressed and go on to your meeting."
"Maybe later," he asked hopefully, not willing to let her get away.
"Yes, but I don't know when, Joey. You're going back tonight. And we can't meet in Normasburg-too dangerous. But sometime, Joey, if I ever get the chance, I promise you I'll throw you a piece of tail you'll never forget. And I want your cock too. But not now." Quickly she reached down and sucked his aching cock once more in her mouth. Three or four times she gave the swollen head a quick lick with her tongue, then straightened up. "Bye-bye, Joey, I'm sorry too."
In a moment she opened the door and headed down the ball. Just as she reached the elevators she heard another door open behind her. It was the three men leaving the sisters' apartment.
Chapter Six
The two sisters loved their brother dearly and rarely scolded him, but he was getting on their nerves that morning. Especially since they had given up a good day of sex for him. He moaned and complained for one reason or another even before they left for the early breakfast. Nothing seemed to please him and they gave up trying to figure out why. Finally, at the threat refusing ever to go with him anywhere again, they got him to calm down. At last he seemed to get interested in an exhibition of flying aircraft and they were able to leave him alone for a couple of hours.
It didn't take them long at the records building to find what they wanted. An obliging clerk brought them the slim record they looked for. And they were in luck, the initials on the ring of the motorcycle owner.
"Nathan Paul Tower-N.P.T. That's it," cried Suzie enthusiastically.
"The description fits him also. Now we've really got a clue," added the older sister.
"This will place him at the scene of the crime. But what do we do now Cindy?"
"Well, first it doesn't conclusively prove he was there at the time the body was dumped. It could have been before, though doubtful. Second, we'd still better not tell Daddy, unless we want our bums blistered. Did you get his address Suzie?"
"It's in Pine Grove. Won't have any problem to find him."
"Well, we'll go home by way of Pine Grove tonight. It's only twenty miles out of the way. If we have to we'll call Daddy and tell him we've been delayed because of car trouble."
Suzie nodded hesitantly. "I don't like to lie to Daddy like that. What if he found out?"
"We'd get the same thing we'd get if we gave him the information we've already got," replied Cindy. She'd already thought about that. "And then, if we do see anything interesting," she continued evenly, "we can come back tomorrow during the day. We'll have to lie to Daddy again about not leaving town. But it's for his own good and might be worth it."
"Settled then," concluded Suzie, "we're partners in this to the end."
"Settled," answered Cindy. Quickly they hurried back to the convention before it recessed for lunch.
It had been a long day for all three of them. The two sisters knew why they were so tired-not having had any sleep last night-but they couldn't understand why Joey also seemed so sleepy. But his weariness turned out to be a blessing. As soon as they finished dinner that evening and headed home he fell soundly asleep in the back seat. At least they wouldn't have to explain to him whey they took a detour through Pine Grove.
"Look," Suzie said, breaking into her sister's thoughts, and pointing to a road sign, 'two miles to Pine Grove."
"We're making good time."
"There's not much there, is there Cindy?" asked the young girl thoughtfully. "The map only indicates a population of about two to five hundred. It's too small to lure any girls there-not from all over the county. And it's too big to hide a rape-kidnap victim."
"We'll see. I don't know that we'll find anything, but maybe," answered Cindy, stifling a yawn of her own. She too would be glad to get home and go to bed. Besides, her asshole still burned from last night and needed medication. "I was there about a year ago, with Roger, on a picnic. There's a combined general store and a one chair barber shop. Two service stations. One tavern, with a small liquor store in back. And a couple of deserted buildings on the main street. That's about it unless it's changed."
"Doesn't look like it has," added Suzie dryly as they made a sharp turn and entered the town. "The only place that's alive is the tavern."
"That won't help us. What address did we get off that record?"
"Number seven, second street. That'd be just around the corner and back again," offered Suzie casually. The girls were glad there was no one out to notice them. As soon as they pulled off the State road and down a side street they'd be cause for comment by the local inhabitants.
"There it is," said Cindy softly, slowing to a crawl. "Nobody home."
"Probably down at the tavern," added Suzie. "What's that sign say?"
Cindy slowed even more. In front of the large old frame house was a large sign, not more than a few months old.
"Nathan P. Tower-photographer," read the older girl slowly as Suzie copied it into her notebook. "Free lance, business and commercial. Portraits by appointment. Call for estimates on special assignments. 449-6969."
Finally she brought the car to a halt. "There's something else I can't read. Oh, it just gives the trade school he graduated from. Got it all?"
"Got it," answered Suzie quickly, closing her ever handy notebook and sticking it hack in her purse. "Might be something."
"Might be, but I don't know what." Smoothly Cindy turned the corner and headed back toward the highway. Coming toward her from the tavern was a shadowy figure. She slowed enough to get a good look."
"That's him," whispered Suzie as they glided by the dark figure, "at least we know he's still there."
"But that's all. Let's head back. We'll have to push it to make it before Daddy gets home and right now I'm too tired to think clearly."
The next morning the two sisters met Liddy's mother coming out the front door, on her way to work as usual when they got there. "My land Cindy, Suzie! What are you doing up so early on a day off from school? It's not even eight yet," she exclaimed in a friendly voice.
Mrs. Foster was almost as popular with the two sisters as her daughter. Not for sex, of course, but like Liddy she was always happy and pleased to see friends and there seemed always to be a twinkle in her merry eyes. At one time she'd probably looked at lot like Liddy too, but now in her middle age she was a good thirty pounds overweight.
"I don't think she's awake yet girls, but you two go right on up. A little of your early bird enthusiasm'll be good for her lazy bones," she said, smiling broadly. "And say," she called after them as they headed up the stairs, "there's gonna be pot roast and fresh green beans for supper if you all want to come over."
The girls waved acknowledgment and Mrs. Foster headed on for the bakery where she worked. She liked the Smith girls very much and thought they were a good influence on her daughter. "A bit of level headed common sense and not quite so man hungry," she'd tell her husband in the evenings.
Up in Liddy's room they found their friend in fact was already up and dressed. Of course her dress consisted only of a pair of ragged cut-off jeans, but that's all she ever wore around the house. At least until her father came home in the evenings.
"So you're up," said Suzie enthusiastically, popping into the room and bouncing down beside the big blonde on the bed. Greedily she took one of Liddy's mammoth boobs in her hand and squeezed it.
"Hmmm, feels good, Suzie. But not too hard. One of the guys was chewing on it last night. Kind of tender," muttered their friend, looking at the fourteen-year-old approvingly. But then a serious expression crossed her face and she glanced up at Cindy. "Find anything yesterday? I called last night but you weren't home. And I didn't want to call after your father got in."
Cindy smiled seriously and sat down at the girl's desk. "Quit playing with Liddy's melons for a minute, Suzie, and let's tell her what we got."
Suzie let go of the huge breast and eagerly began to tell their friend about their findings and their trip to Pine Grove.
"Wait," broke in Liddy quickly leaning back. A big grin enveloped her face. "Phone number ... let's see. Pine Grove would probably be 499 or 469. Right?"
"499," answered Suzie helpfully.
"And the last four digits I'd guess would be ..." Liddy looked up at the ceiling as if lost in thought, though it was obvious she was only pretending, "the last numbers would be 6969. Right?"
"How did you know that?" gasped Suzie in surprise. "That's absolutely right."
"Yes, just how did you know that?" questioned Cindy, eyeing the girl curiously.
"Clairvoyant."
"Bullshit," countered the youngest sister immediately.
Liddy laughed heartily, obviously enjoying her little joke. Then suddenly she frowned and looked intently at the floor. "I was kind of kidding," she said, "but this could be serious."
Both sisters waited expectantly. "Go on Liddy," urged Cindy gently.
"I remembered that number because I'd seen it before. And I remembered it because of the numbers '69'. It's not like I'd forget anything with Sixty-nine in it."
"Where did you see it, Liddy?" asked Suzie impatiently. "On a leaflet, one of those thin handout advertisements you sometimes see around town. It advertised for young girls, between fourteen and sixteen, to spend an evening modeling teenage clothes. Nothing great, but it paid $5.00 an hour, with a guaranteed minimum of four hours." Liddy paused, trying to remember the details.
"I know it wanted very slender young girls, with clear complexions. That let me out-the slender part I mean-even if I had only been sixteen. And it required the permission of a parent in writing in order to model. I think that's it. I can't think of any more."
The three girls sat quietly for a moment. "Maybe there is something here," broke in Cindy finally, "I wonder ..."
"Wait Cindy," said Liddy, still serious, "I haven't told you everything yet. The important thing is where I saw it."
The two sisters waited patiently, realizing that their friend might have stumbled on a solution to the case. But obviously the big blonde was distressed at what she remembered. Finally she looked up and resumed what she had been saying.
"I saw it, Cindy, in a leaflet that Sally Donalds showed me a few days before she disappeared. She asked me about it because ... because she thought I'd been around a lot. I know she was interested. But I couldn't tell her anything. It, was the first time I'd seen of it."
Cindy and Suzie stared quietly at their good friend. Suddenly, as it often did, things were falling into place.
"So they use this ad you saw to lure girls into their trap," commented Suzie finally.
"But not quite," corrected Cindy, "for their parents would have to know about it. Then they'd know where their daughters had gone."
"Not if they forged their parents' signature or somehow got by without it," added the fourteen-year-old quickly.
"Maybe, but I doubt it," replied the older girl. "That would be pure chance. And if these things occur regularly at nine day intervals, they've got to get their victims there at the right time. I think you're right Suzie, but somehow there must be more to it."
"Do you really think this might be it?" asked Liddy, now regaining some of her natural good spirits. "I'd kind of like to say I'd been in on solving Sally's murder case."
Instead of answering Cindy got quickly to her feet. "Let's get back to Daddy's files at home. If Sally followed that ad and it is tied in with the slayings, other parents should have mentioned it. At least in passing, when the deputies were trying to find out about the girls' behavior patterns."
A few minutes later they were studying Big Daddy's files intently. There was a little success. Two of the girls' parents had indeed mentioned their daughters doing some photo modeling just before their deaths. But casually the detectives had passed it over.
"Just two," mused Suzie, "not too good odds."
"But we do know that Sally was interested. And there was no reason why any of the girls' parents would have brought it up without being asked," considered Cindy carefully. "It still sounds like a good lead to me."
"So what do we do now?" asked Liddy expectantly. She was ready to help but had no idea where to go.
"I could call and set up an appointment to model," responded Suzie evenly. "I'm the right age, the right build, and ... "
"It's just too dangerous Suzie," broke in Cindy calmly.
They continued to argue for several minutes but finally Suzie's logic and the older girl's desire to not yet give up finally won out. The young child made the phone call quickly, betraying nothing of what they knew, and then turned from the phone with a smile.
"Two o'clock this afternoon. She said he'd been advertising in another city this week and hadn't gotten much response. He seemed anxious that I make the appointment today and not put it off."
"Advertising in a different city," thought Cindy, "that's why the girls never seem to come from the same town."
And the kidnapping has to be set up for tomorrow," added Suzie, "so that's why this appointment has to be today."
"But what are you going to do about permission from Big Daddy?" broke in Liddy, thinking of another objection.
"We forge it," said Suzie calmly, "they'll never question it if they're not really interested in selling the pictures."
"And we use a different name," added Cindy. "We don't want them questioning the name 'Smith' as belonging possibly to the Sheriff's daughters."
Liddy nodded approvingly and smiled. "Well, if we're going to launch Suzie on her modeling career we'd better get going. It's almost noon now. Just time for lunch and a drive to Pine Grove.
"I'm really not hungry," broke in Suzie, again reaching over and caressing one of Liddy's huge melons. "Maybe we could skip lunch and spend the time with more important things." Gently she began to lick at a soft pink nipple she had just exposed. Quickly it hardened under her tongue.
"Mmmmm," murmured the big blonde appreciatively, "I like that idea. And you haven't told me yet about any fucking you two did. Did you get some?"
"Oh, did we Liddy," offered Cindy eagerly, "and we got pictures to show you."
"And battle scares too," mentioned the young girl, her lips sucking in large quantities of soft tit. "Show her your bunghole Cindy."
"Gladly," responded the girl proudly, turning her back to the girls and slipping down her jeans. She bent well over and spread her hips wide.
"My God did you ever get ass fucked!" exclaimed the blonde jealously. She stared intently at Cindy's rectum and anus. It was swollen huge and purplish with red streaks where it had been torn.
"It was great," commented the girl happily, "and does it hurt. And when it hurts I think of the cock that did it to me and how wonderful it was. I even try to shit more often so it'll hurt. He came in there four times, Liddy, four times!"
"Oh, let me lick it, Cindy," crooned the blonde, breaking away from Suzie and reaching her face over to the older sister. Gently she pressed her soft tongue into the swollen and tortured rose bud.
"Oh, oh, oh," cried Cindy sharply," it hurts, it hurts. Oh, it's so good, Liddy," she continued to gasp with pleasure. Gratefully she felt her friend's tongue rasp against her tender flesh. Without a word Suzie had started taking off her clothes. A moment later she was tugging Cindy's own tight pants down her legs.
"Take off your blouse, Cindy," she asked eagerly. "We don't have much time."
"Oh no, but we should have lunch," broke in Cindy, regretfully pulling away from her friend's warm tongue. "We may need our strength this afternoon."
"Hm, maybe we could combine lunch with sex," commented the imaginative blonde, already hot and ready to fuck. "Wait a Sec. You two go up to your bedroom and I'll check the kitchen. Join you in seconds."
It had only taken Liddy a few moments at the refrigerator but when she got to their room the sisters were already stripped and sitting on Cindy's bed. The blonde grinned and set down the assorted groceries she held in her arms.
"Have a cucumber," she smiled at Suzie, then with a quick motion she jabbed the huge vegetable deep into the fourteen-year-olds pussy.
"Oh, oh," cried Suzie with ecstatic surprise, falling back on the bed. "You could have eased it in, Liddy," she said crossly. "It's so damned big."
"I knew you'd stretch to the occasion dear," laughed the blonde, ignoring the girl's vexation. "And your first course, Cindy, is sour kraut. Here, eat this."
"Sour kraut?" asked the brunette in surprise, "why that?"
"It'll make you shit, won't it?"
"Damned right. I'll let a load in fifteen minutes if I eat this."
"And when you shit your asshole will hurt more, won't it?"
"Right. And I'll love it and you all can watch," Cindy responded with a nod. Taking a fork she eagerly shoved heaps of the acid cabbage in her mouth. Finished, she sat down again on the bed and waited. Liddy sat down beside her and peeled a banana.
"Let's have dessert first," the blonde said to Suzie, holding up the long soft fruit. "Spread open, Cindy."
The lovely brunette did as she was told and her friend eased the banana into her quim, taking care not to break it. Together Liddy and Suzie began to nibble at what length still projected from between Cindy's pussy lips until it was eaten flush to the girl's hot quim. Spreading her cunt wide they began to take turns running their tongues deep into her hole and sucking heavily to bring out more of the soft fruit.
Cindy began to moan and tremble as she felt their mouths suck heavily at her cave, her warm honey beginning to soak her pussy and add extra flavor to her friend's meal. Lovingly she reached over and began to lick the cucumber buried in her sister's slit. Carefully her tongue paid attention to where it projected from the little cunt, pressed tight against her clitoris. Suzie squirmed appreciatively under her kisses.
"I'm getting thirsty," finally interrupted Liddy, tearing her mouth away from her friend's gaping pussy. "Hand me the milk. Suzie," she ordered. Immediately the girl did as she was told while the blonde pulled Cindy's ass up toward her. The brunette's cunt hole now pointed toward the ceiling. "Now pour it in, Suzie."
"But there's still banana in there," protested Cindy weakly. "I can feel it."
"Mm, mm, banana, milk and cunt juice," broke in Suzie. "Quiet sis, it sounds delicious." Slowly and carefully she poured the white liquid into her sister's waiting cave.
"Oh, it's so cold," squealed the older sister, shivering with delight. "But it feels so strange and good."
"There," said Liddy, "it's full." Eagerly the two girls took turns in lapping at the cool liquid mixed with Cindy's hot juice. Occasionally they would suck and probe deep into the throbbing quim, securing a morsel of the sweet fruit still inside. Under their tongues the pretty teenager began to tremble and twist with pleasure.
Chapter Seven
The three girls pulled up in front of the old house just before two. They were freshly showered and shampooed. A man lounged on the front porch, leaning against a pillar and smoking a pipe.
"You Suzie?" he called, grinning widely as the girls walked up. Both Cindy and Suzie immediately recognized him as the dark stranger on the motorcycle. But now he seemed more friendly than ominous.
"I'm Nate Tower," he smiled ingratiatingly, extending his hand to the fourteen-year-old.
"Hi," she replied quickly, taking his hand. The young girl was a natural actress. "And this is my sister Cindy Turner. And our friend, Liddy. I'm afraid I'm a little nervous, Mr. Tower."
"Good to meet you all. Call me Nate, and don't you worry Suzie. You'll do fine. Come on inside. Cold soda pop in the kitchen if you want it. This is your dressing room. Glad you could come, by the way. Really good models are hard to find." The three girls followed him into a large bedroom. But instead of a bed and chest, it was filled with racks of clothes.
"They're all labeled as to size, Suzie," said the photographer in his casual manner, "I want you to find things you yourself think look good on you. At least one pant suit, one long and short skirt, sweaters, and a bikini bathing suit. And anything else you want."
Suzie's first choice was a pair of soft green slacks and a yellow sweater. They looked good on the pretty young girl. The three of them entered the studio quickly and Nate put Suzie immediately to work. He had only one camera, a single lens reflex, but lots of different lights and backdrops. On the wall were a variety of large numbered pictures showing girls in various poses.
"Now look at picture number three," he said to the fourteen-year-old professionally, "try and imitate that. That's good. Bend your legs a little more. Smile big. Always smile real, real big. Good. Now, just reverse your position-I mean point your legs in the opposite way. Turn your head the other way, too. Right. Bend the legs. Good. Now try number one. Don't quite face me straight on. Look a little to the left.
And so it continued for four hours. What had appeared to be a perilous adventure turned out to be extremely boring for Cindy and Liddy, and very tiring for Suzie. The two older girls wandered about the studio aimlessly while Nate shot frame after frame, through one change of clothes after another. By the time they were finished, Suzie was exhausted.
"Very good," he finally proclaimed, "that's enough for one day. You're really just a natural model. I'd think you'd had training if you hadn't told me otherwise. If you want to stop by in a week or so I'll have some proofs made up and you can see what you looked like. But call first. I'm often out."
"Great," answered Suzie, a large happy grin on her face. But obviously she was tired and anxious to leave.
"Good. Hope I see all of you then. And if I have more work I'll call you." Quickly he pulled out his wallet and handed Suzie two crisp ten dollar bills. "Hope this'll help out the Christmas bills," he said gallantly, "you deserve every penny."
The girls all said goodbye and hurried back to town. Liddy was already late for dinner, though she'd left a note warning her mother that she would be. She also told her that Suzie and Cindy would be joining them.
"Well, so it was a dud," said Cindy finally, as they drove back. "Nothing happened."
"Right," agreed Liddy, stretching her tired legs, "nothing to speak of. It looks legitimate through and through. At least we saved ourselves a whipping from Daddy by not telling him what we'd learned."
"Wrong," said Suzie, from the back seat, leaning forward and resting her elbows on the back of the front seat. There was a huge grin on her face. "Everything happened. While you two girls weren't paying attention, I got another job with Mr. Tower."
"What do you mean?" asked Cindy curiously, suddenly alert to the fact that she really hadn't been paying that close attention to what was going on the last couple of hours.
"I mean that tomorrow night I'm going to model for him again-or so I told him. But this time it's different. It pays not five but twenty bucks per hour. With at least a hundred bucks guarantee." Suzie beamed at the two girls mischievously as she revealed her secret.
Liddy whistled under her breath. "One hundred dollars?"
"Right," continued the fourteen-year-old, "but that's because it's nude modeling this time. No clothes. And no one but me is supposed to know about it. It's a secret. And Mr. Tower is even going to pick me up near home so that I don't have to find a ride-especially not from family. You and Liddy are definitely excluded." Finished, Suzie grinned broadly and sat back in her seat.
"That's it then," said Cindy finally, staring fixedly at the road, "we've got our murderer."
"We sure have," agreed Liddy, breath taken by this bit of news.
"Bet your damned pussies we do," joined in Suzie happily, "we've found those girls' killers."
The girls arranged to go out the next night, pretending they had movie dates.
The next morning though, all went well until an unexpected problem threatened to spoil their plans. Joey's normal baby-sitter was out of town and hasty phone calls failed to turn up a substitute. Even though he was eleven, in Daddy's eyes it would be unthinkable to leave him alone in the evenings. And the sitter had to be someone above reproach too.
Despondently the girls sat on the front porch and sunned themselves. The more they thought about it the more hopeless it seemed. Languidly Cindy stretched her pretty legs and gazed down the street aimlessly. It was quiet, but a familiar figure approached on foot from the corner.
"Well look who's coming, girls," said the older sister in a bored voice.
"Well," added Liddy, looking up and squinting her eyes against the sun, "if it isn't Miss Kuim out on one of her walks. Wonder what she's doing in this part of town. She usually takes her strolls in the country." None of them knew of course that the lonely spinster had decided to start hiking by their house regularly, hoping for a chance encounter with Joey.
As the lean athletic woman approached the three girls they waved their hands and shouted hello in unison. But instead of the casual wave they expected in return, she stopped and turned in.
"Rather hot for this time of year girls," she said strolling up to the porch. "I see you're enjoying the sun."
"Yes, ma'am," said Cindy, clearing her throat wondering why the unexpected friendliness. Miss Kuim was not known to be one to chitchat aimlessly. "Would you like some ice tea?" she offered courteously. To her surprise the offer was accepted and the fortyish spinster made herself comfortable on the porch steps.
"And how is Joey these days?" she enquired, not entirely out of politeness. One day she hoped to catch him alone in the yard when they could talk. A meeting in Normasburg would be dangerous, but the thought of the pretty pre-teen cock had filled her head since their meeting. She had decided it might be perverted but she had to have it in her. Secretly she had wanted a child lover for years and he was willing.
"He's fine. Up in his room with his model planes now," murmured Cindy casually.
"But the problem for us right now," muttered Suzie, her thoughts dwelling on their spoiled plans for the evening.
"What's wrong?" asked the homely woman anxiously, "I wouldn't think such a precocious boy would be a problem to anyone."
"He's not," broke in Cindy, irritated at her sister, "it's just that we had plans for this evening until ten or so and we can't find a sitter."
"Oh, is that all?" broke in the gym teacher with a smile, "I'll be glad to look after him at my home for you." The .older lady hoped she hadn't appeared to eager. Cindy started to protest but Miss Kuim insisted. "No trouble at all. Bring him by after dinner. And he can spend the night. I'd love to have him." Somehow it was agreed.
When Joey heard the good news he was delighted, though he kept his sisters from seeing his excitement. When the girls finally left him off in front of the middle-aged spinster's home he ran hurriedly up to the front door and was ushered in.
"Hello, lover," whispered Miss Kuim throatily, smiling down at him. Joey beamed up at her, joy obvious in his face.
"Gee, how did you do it, Miss Kuim? I couldn't believe it when Suzie told me. I thought I'd never see you again."
"Was it me or something else you missed?" she said, kneeling down so they could embrace.
"I missed all of you, Miss Kuim," he muttered truthfully, hugging himself to her, "I guess I missed your cunt and your tits and especially your big bush most of all though, but I missed the rest of you, too."
"I'm glad, Joey," she murmured in his ear, "I've missed you too." Congenially she spread her legs wider as she felt his small hand move under her dress.
"Oh, you have panties on," he said with obvious disappointment, his fingers playing over the thin silk.
"Don't worry, Joey," she giggled, gently pressing her tongue into his ear, "we've got all night. I thought you'd enjoy undressing me all the way. I even wore stockings with a garter belt." The young child began to tremble under the woman's expert caresses. But in a moment she stood up and led him into the living room. She strutted gracefully, enticingly in front of him.
"Would you like a glass of sherry, my love? I'm going to have one." The child nodded his head but a frown had crossed his face.
"Miss Kuim, we are going to fuck, aren't we? You're not just going to tease me?"
The spinster laughed as she poured the cool red wine. "Did you just want to throw me on the bed and start screwing as soon as you got in the door? Don't be so impatient, dear." Quietly she handed him the glass and settled on the couch. He tasted the liquid cautiously and found it bitter but kind of refreshing.
"Of course we're going to fuck, Joey. But a little petting first adds to the fun. This is your first time and I want it to be good. Sit on my lap and kiss me, lover."
Immediately he obeyed and pressed his lips to hers. Instantly her tongue darted into his mouth and stayed there, pumping into him with a slow pulsing motion in imitation of fucking. And as she lingered with the kiss he felt his small cock harden swiftly and grow. As her tongue left his he chased it with his own and they met outside their lips. Gently their tongues licked each other.
Tenderly her hands began to stroke his back, and spontaneously he responded by caressing her though the thin material of her blouse. His fingers lingered on her boobs, but her padded bra hid their wanted softness.
"Take my blouse off, lover," she whispered, kissing him on the cheek and moving so that he had access to the buttons. With trembling fingers he undid the six small knobs and slid the sheer material off her shoulders and down her arms. He paused to run his hands over her smooth firm flesh, enjoying its warm promise of ecstasy.
Without being told he reached behind her to unfasten the bra. He was clumsy at getting it unhooked and took a long time but the older woman patiently waited. Tenderly she kissed his face and stroked his hair. How often she fantasized having a pre-teen lover. And now she had one.
Finally the halter was off and Joey gazed at her tiny boobs admiringly. Tentatively he reached forth his fingers and marveled at their firm but resilient fleshiness. He paused to appreciate the course texture of her nipples and watched them begin to harden under his caress. Miss Kuim smiled down at him approvingly.
"Kiss them," she urged softly and his gentle lips moved to her tender, aching cones of flesh. So many men had ignored her because of her homely face and small jugs. If they'd been big, men would have overlooked her other features. But here was a lover who delighted in her small breasts, her eager waiting nipples, and who saw only beauty in her face and body.
"Mmmmm, mmm, mmm," she moaned as she felt his tongue begin to lightly rasp against her hot tit. Gratefully she watched as her entire left boob disappeared into the child's face, feeling his tongue stroking over the too tender flesh. The tip was now rigid and pebbly hard. In a moment he switched to the other breast and she groaned with pleasure as she felt it absorbed into his warm moistness. For several minutes he concentrated his love on her two small trembling glands.
"Oh, Joey, it's good," she moaned lovingly, reaching down and slowly unzipping his pants. In a moment she once again held his coveted penis in her hand. Gently she stroked, not wanting it to come yet. It was hot, steel hard, long and extremely thin.
The school teacher sighed again as she felt the boy's moist tongue leave her smarting nipples. It raveled softly down her body, pausing to lick into her naval and tease the hair that marked the beginning of the enormous bush that covered her lower abdomen and inner thighs. Gently but firmly he tugged at the unzipped skirt until it eased over her hips and down her legs. Joey was no longer impatient and anxious. Instinctively he was becoming a good lover.
"Do you like what you see?" she murmured as the boy sat back to admire her body.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered in awe, looking at her thick dark bush. Questioningly he put forth his hand and touched the garter belt.
"Ever seen one of those before, Joey? I don't imagine your sisters wear them."
"The eleven-year-old shook his head. "They wear panty hose. But I've seen these in pictures."
"Here, let me give you a better look," she said, gently moving him from her lap and standing before him. Proudly she turned and moved in front of him, showing off her near naked body. Her tiny bikini panties barely covered her thick pussy lips, their outline clearly visible through the thin silk. The narrow white strip of cloth was completely dominated by her huge hair pie, almost covering it with fur. Joey stared at her breathlessly, glorying in her beauty.
And though she was not beautiful, her body was certainly sexy. Years of controlled athletic exercise kept her slender legs firm and shapely, her thighs tapering up to her plump boyish hips. Her waist was tiny with no trace of fat and her small breasts projected proudly from her firm flesh more slender and less developed even than Joey's young sister, he realized she was sleek rather than thin and very sensual.
Delighted in his obvious appreciation, she smiled at him gratefully, artfully turning in her high heel shoes to show off her trimness. The black hose and garter belt enhanced the healthy rose color of her skin. Imitating the poised manners of a stripper she strutted in front of him, beginning to unfasten the hose.
The small boy stared wide-eyed as teasingly she slowly rolled down one and then the other pair of stockings. In a moment she slipped off the belt and she was bare except for the panties. Gracefully she walked over and stood in front of him.
"Will you take my panties off for me, Joey? Then you'll be able to see everything. My hot pussy and my pretty clit. And I have a beautiful little asshole, all surrounded by my curly hair."
Reverently the child tugged at the briefs. In a moment they pulled away from her already soaking quim and gently he slid them down her legs. The tip of her large clit was just beginning to emerge. Transfixed his hands began to stroke the small soft ass cheeks.
"I love to look at you," he mumbled almost incoherently, his cock jutting up from his unzipped trousers.
"Look all you want, Joey. Touch and feel. Do anything you like. You're my lover now and I want you. My body is yours to do with as you please. I'll do anything to please you."
"Will you do all the things I see in the pictures?"
"Everything, Joey. Fuck, suck, let you cornhole me."
"I have a picture of a man pissing into a woman's mouth."
"I'll gladly drink your piss, my love."
"And some with women doing it with animals."
"I'll find a dog and fuck him in front of you, Joey, so you can watch,"
Trembling the boy reached forward and kissed her hot furrow. His tongue licked inside and found her swelling clit, lashing it heavily. Her body quivered and began to grind under his touch.
"Oh, Joey," she crooned passionately, "take your clothes off and let's do it now. I want you so much. I want to feel your cock and tongue inside me. Hurry, I can't wait much longer."
Quickly the child tore out of his clothes. The spinster hopped onto the couch and spread her dripping cunt wide to welcome him. For a moment, Joey stared at the wide pink gash, then zealously he plunged his face into her steaming twat. Feverishly his tongue and lips sucked and worked the quivering hot flesh. His ears were filled with her moans and cries as she jerked spastically under his violent mouth. Deep, deep, deep into her sopping cunt he worked his tongue, relishing her salty spend as it began to ooze out of her body.
"Oh, God, .Joey," she whined as his lips now caressed her large swollen clitoris, lashing it recklessly with his tongue. "I'm so tender, oh. It feels so good. Ohh, ohhh, oh, oh, oh, oh," she cried as he gobbled the throbbing knob deeper into his mouth.
"Oh, bite it, Joey, bite it," she begged crazily. "Oh yes, ah, ah, oh, owww, owww, ahh, owww," she screamed loudly as his small sharp teeth dug into her quaking clit. "Oh owww it hurts. Don't stop, oh, ow, ow, owwwww."
Pain racked her body in spasms and the house was filled with her cries of agony. Ecstatically her ass jerked and tossed under his lips, hips never touching the couch. "Oh don't stop, it's good, oh, oh, owww, oh it hurts," she bellowed as his sharp teeth drove mercilessly into the base of her clit. "Ahhhh, ohhh," she screamed, heedless of any listening neighbors. Fortunately there were none.
"Oh Joey, I'm going to come," she screamed, pulling ruthlessly at his hair, "I'm going to come. Get your cock in me now, Joey. I'm coming. Fuck it in me now, now." Her twat heaved and jolted passionately in midair as the child threw his body on her and pierced her twisting cunt with his rod. Her pussy closed-tight on the slender tool, her legs locking him in securely. She was already in orgasm.
"Oh, ah, ah, ahhhh," she called open mouthed, "it's good, oh, Joey, oh my God. It's good. Oh, oh, fuck me. Jab it in. Fuck me. Oh, oh, oh, oh ..."
Urgently Joey pistoned his sausage back and forth deep into the teacher's quim, bumping his balls against her rocking ass with every stroke. Loud slurping sloshing noises echoed from between their legs. Her eyes rolled back as she continued her ecstatic shouts.
"My God," cried the virgin child, hugging himself tightly to the bucking spinster's body, "it's happening. It's happening."
"Oh, yes, yes, yes. Here it comes, here It cornea. It's getting ready, It, oh yess, yessas, eeeeh, ah, ah, eeeeeh, oh, ah, ah, yes, yes, eh, eh, eehhh," she screamed as each long sustained spray of come splashed scalding into her cunt.
"Oh, oh, oh, eee, oh, you're better than a man. Better than oh, yes, eeee," the teacher gasped, realizing key had flooded her ten, eleven, twelve times. And still hard, still shooting, still full of jism.
Wildly her fingers grabbed his back and begin to claw. Like a beast her teeth dug into his shoulder, breaking his skin. In ecstatic pain and joy their bodies rolled together, toppling off the couch and landing heavily on the floor. On top of him now the spinster screwed her pussy hard down on the pulsing shaft, cunt lips tightening on steel pole with every shot, urging every molten drop into her churning cave. Again and again he jetted his come into the eager cunt, bringing loud squeals of ecstasy from his quaking mistress.
Feeling his rhythm lessening, Joey arched up, driving the failing cock deep into the yearning quim. "Oh, oh, oh," she groaned, her pussy spontaneously pulling and massaging the shivering root, not letting it finish. Expertly she urged it on until finally drained, it softened like a snake inside her and slithered to a stop. Exhausted beyond relief they slowly writhed together on the floor. The middle-aged woman's tired kisses flooded the small child's face. Her panting breath mixed with moans of endearment and joy.
Finally she pulled herself up on her elbows and looked around. She had loot all contact with reality during her ecstatic balling.
"When did we fall off the couch? Did you hurt yourself?" she asked with concern.
"While we were screwing," he answered softly in his thin child's voice. "No, I didn't get hurt."
"And I bit you," she continued, seeing the bruised and broken area on his shoulder.
"And scratched my bottom and back too. But I loved it. Do it next time. It was good."
The spinster smiled at him warmly. Gently she caressed his sweat covered face. "How many times did you shoot, Joey?" she asked softly, lovingly. "Joey, I never knew a man to come as long and often as you did. I didn't think it was possible."
"I don't know," he answered a little embarrassed, but obviously pleased, "I've counted as much as fifteen times masturbating at home. But I know I jerked more than that in you."
"So do I," giggled the school teacher girlishly, "but I was too busy coming to count. You're a great lay and I love you."
"You're a great lay too, Miss Kuhn."
"And do you love me, Joey?"
"No," answered the child cruelly, "but you throw a terrific fuck." Suddenly the boy had realized the power he now had over the woman. She needed him more than he needed her. She was no longer the teacher but the pupil and she would do what he wanted unquestioningly from now on. He exalted in this new sense of malicious control. "I don't love you," he continued, "but I do love to fuck you. All right?"
"All right," she said slowly, obviously hurt but making the best of it. "It's not necessary you love me, just so long as you want to fuck me. But you've got to fuck me often, Joey, very often. I can't live without it now. It's too good."
"I'll fuck you often. Very often," he murmured truthfully.
"Every day if we can?"
"If we can," he concluded, pulling himself up and letting his now small cock slip from the woman's filled cunt, "Did you ever drink piss or fuck a dog like we talked about before?"
Startled, the middle-aged woman shook her head shyly. "No, but we were just talking, weren't we, Joey? That kind of thing is sick."
"Or has a man beat you up and whip you while he fucks," he returned, ignoring her words.
"No," she answered again, a growing feeling of anxiety and excitement, in her heart.
"Tomorrow go out and find a dog," he commanded imperiously.
"Yes, Joey," she whispered, avoiding his eyes, "a big dog with a big pole." She knew she'd do as he said, but she was uncertain whether she could actually go through with these perversions when the time came.
"Good. I have a whip at home I'll bring over. Meanwhile we can use a belt. Now I've got to take a piss and then we'll fuck some more. Open your mouth."
To her own surprise, the school teacher obediently rolled over and opened her mouth. She tried not to think of what she was doing. Joey squatted above her, his limp cock in his hand. The sparkling golden stream shot forth and fell into her waiting mouth, or splashed like water in a fountain off her teeth. Eagerly she swallowed his piss, savoring the warm flavor and the pungent odor. Finished she reached up and licked away any last remaining drops. And as she continued licking Joey dropped to his knees.
Her thin lips engulfed his tool, sucking it greedily into her mouth. Soft now, he was very tiny. So tiny that with an effort the teacher yawned open wide and secured his balls and cock both behind her lips, whipping them eagerly with her tongue. They were unbelievably soft and smooth with barely a trace of hair. Yet under her caresses the cock began to lengthen and harden.
Releasing his balls from her mouth she jerked her head rapidly up and down the shaft, sucking it noisily. In moments it was again erect and ready for use. The slurping sounds continued as she pulled at it greedily. Her lips found its base as she marveled at the hardness in her throat. "Mmm, mmm, mm," she murmured as she lathed the slender pole with her tongue.
"Wait," he broke in suddenly, pulling himself away from the eager lips.
"What's wrong, lover," she asked anxiously, "do you want it in my cunt again? Any place you want it is okay with me. My asshole? Your cock is so nice and slender it'll fit in easily. We'll love it."
The boy didn't answer but instead picked up his small belt. It wasn't what he wanted, but it would do as a whip for the moment. Silently he kneeled between her legs and raised the thin strip of leather above his head. Mercilessly he lashed down on one soft nipple, then the other.
"Oh, ow, owwwn," she screamed, trying to protect her tender tits with her hands. But the stinging whip bit into them also, driving them away and leaving her tender breasts unprotected. "What do you want to hurt me for, Joey?" she cried miserably, her face flinching with each painful stroke.
"Because I just want to," he answered, pausing his flailing for the moment. "You want me to do whatever I want with your body, don't you?"
"Yes," she whispered with anxious resignation, not yet certain of what she wanted now.
"Then if I want to hurt you and whip you, that's what you want me to do." The middle-aged spinster nodded her head, a trace of tears in her eyes. She didn't want the pain or humiliation but all she could think of was his lovely young pecker and how many times he had come in her.
Ignoring her he straightened his fingers again and jabbed them into the hot love hole. She gasped at the unexpected intrusion and involuntarily struggled to escape. But his hand persisted, pushing past the now stretched lips and through the pink hole. His thumb joined his fingers and shoved deeper. He was into his knuckles now and with a strong lunge his entire hand disappeared into the stretched, distorted cunt.
"Oh Joey, what have you done?" she moaned loudly.
"I can do anything with your body I want, can't I?"
"Yes, my love," she whimpered, half in fear but suddenly feeling hot and excited between her legs as his wrist massaged her swollen clit, pumping back and forth into the stretched vagina. Inside he made a fist to imitate the bulbous head of a gigantic cock and began to fuck her with his arm.
"Joey, Joey," she squealed ecstatically, feeling herself impaled by the hugest of possible cocks, "oh, oh don't damage me Joey. But it feels good. Oh yes," she cried, her twat squirming frantically around the hard wrist. "Oh, oh, oh it's good."
At the same time the eleven-year-old again raised the whip and again it crashed down on the small sensitive breasts. But now the spinster's screams were of pleasure mixed with pain. The hot burning strokes on her nipples flooded her entire body with ecstatic agony. The gigantic pecker pounded at her insides like a dozen pricks in her at once and with animal hunger she spread wider to let more in, jerking her ass upward to meet each tearing ripping thrust. About her the room whirled dizzily. Even child birth could not have stretched her cunt more, but instead of pain there was only welcomed ecstasy.
Dropping the belt Joey turned his attention to the squirming twat. His ears were filled with the teacher's violent screams. Grabbing her ass in his arm he pounded his fist into her cave vigorously, the stretched pink pussy sucking at his wrist as it pumped back and forth into the boiling hot hole.
"God, God, mercy," she cried, tears flooding her face. "Oh, oh, oh it's good. God it's good. Harder, Joey, harder," she pleaded, her body throbbing and thrashing wildly on the floor with each shove of his arm. "Oh, oh, ah, ah, ah, ahhhhh, ahhh, ahhhh, I'm coming. I'm coming. God I'm. coming."
Suddenly the whole of Joey's fist and wrist were covered by thick sticky spend. The honey seemed to gush out of her pussy from every pore, covering every inch of her stretched and tortured genitals. Her body rocked and twisted on the carpet, her arms pounding on the floor. The homely face was contorted with ecstasy.
Unballing his hand, the child began to flutter his fingers wildly inside her, scratching and tickling the moist warm walls. The middle-aged teacher screamed again. Joey, the room, his hand, everything lost its identity. All turned gray around her as she cried out her pleasure and her body tossed wildly. She felt the whole world was cramming itself into her yawning cunt.
Mercilessly Joey continued his hand fucking, keeping the lady deep in pitched orgasm. Finally tired himself, he stilled his fist and the spinster's twat began to screw about his wrist less crazily. At last her twisting hips came to a stop, resting on the carpet. She lay sweat covered, panting for breath. With an effort the child finally extracted his hand from the smoking cunt.
"Do you acknowledge me as your absolute master?" he demanded in his thin childish voice, "will you do anything I command without question?"
"Anything," she moaned, returning slowly to reality. "I'll do anything you want, Joey. Just promise me you'll fuck me like this whenever you can. Just promise." She knew now she was completely subdued and would indeed go through with any perversion he suggested.
"I promise," he answered finally and smiled, full of his new found power and triumph.
Chapter Eight
Suzie stood under a street light and waited for Nate Tower to arrive. Hidden in shadows down the road, Cindy waited in their car. As cute as her younger sister looked in her miniskirt and sweater, she hoped no one else would try to pick her up before Nate. She lifted the mike of her citizens band radio and called Liddy.
"You there, Liddy? All okay?"
There was a moments pause and the speaker cracked hoarsely. "All okay Cindy. I guess this radio you two stuck in my car will work all right."
"Don't worry about it. Just press the button when you want to speak. I can hear you fine. Do you have the Police radio on also?"
"Yeah, but real low so I can hear you when you call."
"Good. Remember, if you need to get hold of me of the deputies, just turn up the volume and push the button on the mike, too, just like the one you're using now."
"Right. I won't forget Cindy." Nervously the sensuous blonde rested the CB mike back in its cradle. Gingerly she pulled sown her shorts and began to fondle her tender clit. She hoped a little masturbation might help relieve the tension.
The girl looked around as if fearing being taken by surprise. But there was no one in sight. Below her a few cars passed rapidly along the expressway. She had been placed near the exit ramp that Tower would undoubtedly take to Pine Grove. It was just extra security in case Cindy lost the photographer in traffic.
"Here he is," cracked Cindy's voice over the radio. Liddy quickly grabbed the microphone.
"What's happening?" she asked anxiously, quickly pulling up her pants and preparing for action.
"Nothing, he's just picking her up. It must be him 'cause Suzie's getting in without hesitation. It's a light blue Ford, nearly brand new but there's a big dent in the right rear fender. I can't see the license number, but ... there they go. I'm following. Keep in contact.
Cindy glided her car out of the shadows as soon as it was safe. The Ford was headed straight down Locust Street and since there was little traffic the young brunette risked not turning on her lights until Tower swung left Onto Broadway. Fortunately there were enough cars on his major street for Cindy to escape the photographer's notice, if he suspected a tail.
Things seemed to go smoothly for a few moments until Cindy realized that the driver was passing one by one all the streets that led to the expressway. He should have turned right again long ago, but didn't. As they reached the city limits and left them, it became undeniably clear that he had no intention of taking the expressway. They were now on the old highway that headed for Hazelville and picking up speed. Cindy realized with alarm that he had no thought of heading back to Pine Grove.
The teenager bit her lip with frustration and anger at herself. All three girls had assumed that Suzie would be taken back to the photographer's studio. But there was no reason for that assumption-there was more than just Nate Tower involved in all this. It was a mistake Daddy would not have made. Quickly she picked up the mike and informed Liddy of what had happened.
"We're just passing through Cross Corners now, heading at fifty miles per hour toward Hazelville. I'm sure he doesn't realize he's being tailed." Liddy listened to Cindy's instructions carefully. She was amazed at how calm and controlled the girl's voice sounded.
"You're only about a twenty minute drive now from where the expressway intersects this road, Liddy. If you go by maximum speed. It'll take us at least forty minutes to get that far. If you haven't heard from me before, call me. If he hasn't turned off, I'll have you wait there until he passes. Then you can join the tail. Otherwise, I'll tell you where to head for. Understood?"
"Understood," said Liddy in an excited voice. "I'll call you when I get there."
"Roger and good luck, Liddy. We need it."
By the time the conversation ended Liddy was already down the entrance ramp and on the expressway. She pressed her foot firmly on the accelerator and the speedometer rose to seventy. She hoped she'd not be intercepted by a radar unit now and stopped for speeding. This was no time to be delayed.
But all went smoothly. In a few minutes she pulled off the exit ramp and onto the old highway. She checked her watch. She'd made it in eighteen minutes flat.
Nervously she picked up the microphone and called her partner. But there was no answer. Again she called, almost frantic at the refusal of Cindy to respond. Quickly she wiggled the jack on the mike and checked the call button. A little red light on the transmitter showed it was still on. Everything seemed all right in the set. Something must have happened to Cindy.
Liddy waited another anxious five minutes, futilely trying to get a hold of her friend. Finally she decided to drive back in the direction of Normasburg. If they were still headed toward Hazelville she'd intercept them in less than five minutes. And whenever a car approached the young blonde would slow so that she could get a good look at the oncoming vehicle. But none of them even resembled the blue Ford or Cindy's car.
Steadily the girl drove down the old narrow highway, looking carefully for signs of either vehicle. But not the slightest trace of them appeared. And when she topped a hill and saw the lights of Cross Corners below, where she had last heard from her friend, she knew she'd lost them.
Quietly she pulled the car off the road and leaned her head against the steering wheel. She felt sick and desperate. Liddy began to sob almost hysterically.
Suzie had felt no discernible apprehension when she hopped into Nate Tower's car. With her sister behind her and Liddy on the alert ahead, she felt secure. She had complete confidence in the abilities of her sister and her friend. Yet in spite of this reassurance, she was aware of a growing feeling of anxiety. They had passed all the roads leading to Pine Grove and were headed out on the old highway.
"Is this the way to Pine Grove?" she queried hesitantly, sounding a bit unsure of herself.
"No," smiled Nate generously, "we're not headed there. I've got a friend who lets me use his deserted house in the country. It's a great backdrop for photos and there's absolute privacy."
"Oh, I see," replied the teenager timidly. She had not been prepared for this. Desperately she wanted to sneak a peak over her shoulder and see if a car-Cindy's car-was following them. But that would be too dangerous. She could easily give their plot away if she appeared anxious. Instead she settled back in her seat and listened to the soothing drone of the photographer's voice.
But suddenly Nate had ceased his easy flow of conversation and was staring worriedly in the rear view mirror. "Something wrong?" she asked, her heart in her throat.
"I don't think so," was the measured reply, "but that car behind us I'm sure has been with us ever since we left Normasburg. Strange. Few cars travel this old road for very far these days."
Suzie cleared her throat and smiled. She put aside any fears and concentrated on the part she had to play. "But why would anyone want to follow us?" she asked in a voice that was meant to sound half-joking, half-incredulous. Nate glanced at her sharply, then broke into a broad grin.
"No reason at all." He laughed lightly. "Guess I'm just too sensitive to that kind of thing. We're still less that five miles from Cross Corners. Probably just some farmer going home after a few beers."
"I should hope so," giggled Suzie lightly.
"In any case, we'll know in a moment. We turn off at the top of the hill." In agreement with his words he switched on the turn flashers and slowed the Ford to a safe speed. In a moment they slipped onto a narrow dirt road, obviously a little used farm way. They drove slowly for a few moments while the driver kept his eyes on the mirror. Finally he smiled. "Yep, drove right on by."
"Well I hope so, Nate," replied Suzie, this time looking back. "You had me scared. I mean, I don't know who would follow us. But what I'm doing tonight-you know, nude modeling-has kind of got me nervous anyway. What would my parents think if ..."
"Don't worry, honey," broke in Nate again in his reassuring voice, "no one in Normasburg will ever know. It's quite safe and discreet. And an easy hundred bucks?'
Suzie smiled and sat back again. She could not however suppress the growing sense of anxiety. Of course Cindy would have driven by the turn at first, in case she had been suspected of tailing. Undoubtedly in a moment she'd follow them, at a safer distance. But somehow Suzie would have felt more easy if the car had turned in after them.
In a few moments they topped a hill. Before them was a washed out bridge and old dilapidated warning sign. She caught her breath for it looked as if they were going to crash right into it, when the Ford quickly made a sharp left. They were on a private road now, headed for the mansion of Nate's friend.
"It really is quite private, isn't it?" she asked casually, realizing that they were now far from any traveled paths.
"Right. I told you it would be. No eavesdroppers here. The county never replaced that old bridge when it washed out. And we're the only house on this road now."
The young teenager looked into the darkness that surrounded them. Anything could happen to her here and no one would ever know.
Cindy was already following close behind. As Suzie had suspected, she'd passed its entrance with lights on, swung about quickly and headed back for the road. She had been justifiably afraid Nate would have noticed her behind him with no more traffic than there was on the old highway.
Immediately she switched off the lights. She wasn't going to risk losing her sister by following too far behind. But if her car lights suddenly reappeared it would be a dead give away.
She looked desperately into the darkness in front of her. As she topped the first hill she saw in the distance the taillights of the Ford. It had taken only a few minutes for her to turn around and begin the pursuit again, but obviously Nate Tower knew the road they were on and was making good time. They were already dangerously far ahead of her.
Determinedly the seventeen-year-old stepped on the gas and shot forward into the darkness. She knew that she was going too fast even if she had her lights on but Suzie was running more risk than she was.
In moments she topped the second hill and started down. Before she realized what was happening she crashed through the sign defending the wrecked bridge and felt her car skid wildly out of control down the creek embankment. It came to rest against a tree at the water's edge. Cindy's head cracked solidly against the windshield and she slumped unconscious into the seat, blood oozing down her face.
Nate Tower glanced sharply in the rear view mirror. "You hear something?" he asked curtly.
Suzie started to reply negatively when both of them heard a dull thud somewhere behind them. It sounded as if something heavy had fallen to the ground.
Together they waited without speaking. Suzie became increasingly concerned. She would have felt better if Cindy's car had come along and had been seen-at least she would have known her older sister was all right. And she would have had time to report their position to Daddy's deputies. Maybe she was alert enough to see Nate stop the car, she reflected. But she doubted it. Nate had been traveling at a good clip and Cindy would have to travel without lights to avoid being seen.
Without lights, she thought again, startled. Without lights, the dilapidated warning sign, the washed out bridge. Suddenly the young teenager knew intuitively what had happened. She rested back in the seat and drew a deep breath, trying to control her nerves. But her primary concern for the moment was not her own safety, but whether her sister had been hurt. And how badly.
"Must have been a dead tree limb falling," commented Nate finally, apparently satisfied he wasn't being tailed. A few hundred yards later they came to a secluded old mansion, its windows full of lights.
"There are people in there," whispered Suzie, her voice betraying her anxiety.
"Camera crew," was the unemotional response.
"I thought we'd be alone."
"Just you and us." His voice was calm and devoid of feeling. Suzie hesitated for a moment.
"I don't want to go through with it. Take me home," she demanded quaveringly.
This time Nate didn't try to lie or coax her in with reassuring words. You're here now and you have no choke about it. Get out."
Certain that her companion was capable of ruthlessness and murder. Suzie knew exactly where she stood. Her only hope now was to play along and wait till help arrived, if it arrived. Somehow she gathered courage to face what was within the old mansion.
Inside the gaily lit front room the people were obviously not photo technicians. Six women and five men dressed in deep red robes, their fronts generally open to expose the nakedness of their bodies. Suzie said nothing as she took in their surroundings.
In the middle of the room was a long, low mahogany table, stained with blood, as were the guests robes. It was obviously an altar and the people there were the butchers. There was no question who the victim would be. Suzie shuddered as she wondered what Sally Donalds and the other girls had thought when they first entered these strange surroundings. And how long it had taken them to realize they'd never leave here alive. The fourteen-year-old choked back a sob for her dead playmate-the not too bright little virgin, Sally.
The twelve malicious men and women that surrounded her gazed on her sadistically. "Wait just a moment," Nate commanded and disappeared briefly into another room. When he returned he, too, wore a red robe open at the front. Suzie could not suppress a gasp when she spied his cock completely lax, with no sign of erection, it was well over a foot long. Grotesquely it dangled almost to his knees.
"One thing about it, you bastard," the teenager whispered hoarsely, "you're hung."
"Don't talk like that," spoke up a gray haired, fatherly looking man. "Young girls shouldn't use such language." Quickly he stepped forward and slapped her sharply on the face.
Suzie stepped back, startled. But she showed no other emotion. Grimly she waited, knowing she'd suffer a lot more than a slap before she got out of this.
"We've got a real brave girl with us this time," spoke up one of the women. "The others were all in tears by now."
"Real brave, real pretty and real smart," responded Nate, eyeing her coolly. "But she should be brave, she's the Sheriff's daughter."
Suzie stared at him in surprise. "How did you know?" she gasped.
"Any man who lives around this part of the country very long and has an eye to young girls as I do knows the two Smith girls. Your sister's too grown up and well developed for our tastes, but with your beautiful small bottom and still underdeveloped breasts you meet our specifications perfectly. And the reputation is that you're still a virgin."
At this the small girl raised her eyebrows, but said nothing. Her best course would be to keep silent except when told to speak.
"Put this on," commanded a man beside her, offering her a pure white, terrycloth robe. It was brand new. Suzie figured they probably bought them by the dozen so each victim could have one free from blood stains. She took it mechanically and headed for the room where the abductor had changed.
"No, strip in front of us, Suzie," said Nate, "we like to watch."
Obediently the girl stopped and laid the robe over a chair.
She pulled her sweater up over her head. She had worn no under clothes and her small but perfectly young breasts jiggled into view. To hushed comments of praise and admiration she unbuttoned her tight old blue jeans and slid them down her long slender legs. She wondered momentarily whether she'd ever be able to put the worn pants on again.
As Suzie was stripping naked in front of the greedy eyes of her abductors, Sheriffs cars were already screaming full siren from every part of Normasburg County. All had a single destination: Cross Corners. Liddy had finally called in Big Daddy.
An Big Daddy himself was speeding at a reckless pace from the capitol. His own siren howled piteously as he streaked to join Liddy. In his eyes were tears of anger, passion and fear. As a trained policeman he knew instinctively that a thorough search would take days, and then it would be too lath for his young, virgin daughters.
At least, he comforted himself, they had enough sense to see that Joey was well taken care of Miss Kuim-excellent choice. No sex crazy young girl.
Back at the old mansion the fatherly looking man was exploring Suzie's quim. "Damn," he grunted loudly, "she's not virgin."
"You're kidding," said Nate Tower flatly, stepping up to take a look. "You're right and more than once. This furrow's been plowed many times." There was a general murmur of disappointment and anger from the twelve kidnappers. "And at your age, Suzie," Nate continued moralistically, "you should be ashamed."
"And with your reputation, too," added a slender blonde in her thirties, whom the young victim recognized earlier as a librarian at the Normasburg City Public School System.
Suzie sat without comment on the corner of the altar, her legs spread well apart so that they could examine her pussy with ease. When their anger at her early promiscuity had settled, all the men and woman alike came forward to feel and explore her genitals and breasts. She shuddered involuntarily as uncaring fingers shoved into her cunt and asshole, pulled at her breasts and pinched her nipples.
But surprisingly, the fourteen-year-old felt no embarrassment or even anger. She kept cool. The only thought in her mind was survival. Ironically, if these people had asked her to do these things freely, she would have agreed eagerly. She had dreamed of an orgy for years, even before she lost her virginity. She would have loved it, and there would be no need for murder. When the guests had finished, Nate helped her off the altar and guided her to a huge chair. It was like a throne, resting on a raised platform at one end of the huge room. Yet it wasn't comfortable, made of hard flat boards without any sort of padding. Her hands and feet were shackled to it so that she could not move. A woman approached her and spread Suzie's virginal robe fully open, exposing all of her body but her shoulders and arms.
"Don't be afraid Suzie," said Nate, "tonight you're our Queen. You symbolize the eternal rebirth and variety of sexuality for us. We don't hurt you tonight, Suzie. In fact, you'll receive the very best of whatever we have to offer." The well hung stud sat down quietly before her. "I imagine you'd like to know what's going on, wouldn't you Suzie?"
Shackled to her chair, the young girl nodded her mute affirmation. At least she'd like to know why, if she had to die. Easily the handsome young man launched into his explanation.
"Each of us here has a particular sexual variation or deviation. John here," he pointed to the fatherly looking man who had slapped her face and been so disappointed at her loss of virginity, "John likes to fuck extra young girls. Even mere children if he can get them. Especially he wants virgins, and that's why we're so disappointed in you Suzie."
"At least I had a tight one last time," commented John gruffly. Suzie winced, realizing he referred to her friend, Sally Donalds.
"Then we have a male and a female homosexual, a hermaphrodite, another who loves to bind and fetter female victims, one who likes to be beaten, a girl that has a fetish for breasts, one who likes to fuck and watch others fuck animals, another who likes to whip and torture women. And myself," he paused a moment, "I like women to admire and suffer from my beautiful pendulum." Tenderly and lovingly he lifted the gigantic dong that hung soft between his legs.
"Limp like this it measures twelve inches, and when it's hard-a full eighteen." He smiled proudly down at his enormous tool. "It's the largest penis I've ever heard of Suzie, a real mutation. And you'll feel every single inch of it Suzie-every inch." His eyes took on a malicious twinkle. Suzie swallowed hard, realizing that in other circumstances she would love to try it.
"And of course there's Otto here who is a cannibal." He paused a moment to let this sink in. Otto stood up an abnormally fat man in his late twenties, with a jolly and amiable face.
"Otto's a meat cutter by trade. He knows how to cut out those slices of human meat that he loves, even from the leanest young body."
For the first time Suzie was visibly shaken. An audible gasp escaped her trembling lips. "That's why those girls have been cut up and mutilated," she managed to say in a frightened voice.
"Right Suzie, those tender cuts of thigh, breast and tongue are served up for Otto's supper." The unfortunate teenager closed her eyes and hung her head to the side. She was dizzy and nauseous. After a few moments Nate's voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Are you going to be sick, Suzie?" he queried in a kindly voice, "We'll bring you a receptacle."
The fourteen-year-old looked up at him out of watery eyes. "No," she whispered faintly.
"Good, for I have more guests to introduce. Bill, stand up."
In response a thin pale man in his forties rose. His body was unbearably skinny, but his cock was healthy and showing signs of arousal.
"Bill's a necropheliac. He likes to screw the bodies of dead women."
Suzie flinched. She hadn't recognized him without his normal dark wool suit. "You're our undertaker, Mr. Lilly."
The man bowed in acknowledgment, smiled tightly with his thin lips and sat back down. Suzie stared at him and then the rest, lacking total comprehension. She'd always loved sex in any form but these people were criminally sick.
"And of course Suzie," Nate concluded, "at heart we're all sadists. And since we cannot find normal outlets for ourselves in Normasburg we have formed a club in which we join together in sacrificing a victim. Each one will in turn have complete authority over your body during the next day Suzie."
Suzie took a deep breath. "Why ..." The young girl stopped and cleared her throat so she could speak more clearly. "Why is it necessary to kill us? And why," she paused a moment, while her naturally logical curiosity asserted itself, "why is it that these happen regularly every nine days?"
Nate laughed humorously. "So the Sheriff's figured out our nine day interval. Well, it doesn't matter. As to your questions Suzie, one answer will suffice."
"Only eight of us can fully satisfy ourselves within our group. They reign in succession for eight days. Four of us require a fresh victim from outside, so we share one day. But an entire day, not just an evening. I need someone from outside because the women here know I'll damage them if I fuck it all the way in them. John needs virgins, and of course a girl is only a virgin once. With Otto of course, the girl necessarily dies as he achieves his pleasure. And Bill must have a dead body for his. So on the ninth day we sacrifice a victim to our lust. You understand Suzie?"
The naked young girl nodded. It was all too clear.
Chapter Nine
At the first gray light of dawn the planes and helicopters pressed into the search by Big Daddy climbed into the sky and headed for their assigned area. By the time the sun was fully shining, they were already beginning their systematic search.
And when the sun rose, Suzie woke from her troubled sleep. She found herself lying in a large comfortable bed, in a small spotlessly clean room. At first she was confused, but in seconds recalled her circumstances. She sat up and wondered that she felt rested at all.
The morning sunlight came through a skylight in the ceiling. Obviously she was on the top floor. She glanced about curiously, taking in everything with cool analytic eyes. There was nothing there except her large bed and a chair on which lay her white robe. She was naked in the bed.
Cautiously she got up and stretched her body. The horrors of the evening before had used none of her stamina or taken anything from her physically. A set of drapes by the bed hid a window, shuttered and bared. She used her strength to test them and found they were strong and secure. The only door was, of course, locked.
Silently she sat on the edge of the bed and tried to organize her thoughts clearly, but her meditations were soon interrupted by the clacking sounds of a helicopter overhead. She looked up and stared through the skylight. Though the panes were dirty she could see the markings on the copter when it flew over. "State Patrol," she thought, and intuitively knew they were looking for her. "Either Cindy or Liddy got through to Daddy."
This realization comforted her, but only minimally. She knew that a systematic search without clues could take days. She had no idea how much her father knew and guessed it was probably very little. Unless of course, Cindy had followed her, was all right, and was the one who sounded the alarm.
Quietly Suzie sat down again and resumed her thoughts. But in moments she was again interrupted. There was a sharp knock on the door, a key rattled and in stepped the woman whom Suzie had already identified as the Librarian. Behind were two other women. They wore their red robes again, open at the front. Critically Suzie evaluated their figures. Not one of the three was beautiful, but all had figures good enough to be fuckable in most men's eyes.
"Well I see you're up already. That's good Suzie. How do you feel?" the librarian asked pleasantly, like any hostess to a guest.
"I feel all right, thank you," the girl answered mechanically. "And you?"
"Why very fine, thank you Suzie," the blonde said, smiling sweetly, "in fact I feel extra good this morning. We're looking forward to today. And now we've come to take you to your bath so that you'll be nice and fresh for today's fun. Please come with us."
Suzie obeyed and in a few moments she was lying in sunken tub while the three ladies meticulously bathed her. They were taking obvious pleasure in her smooth young body, Somehow she was able to ignore them and find comfort in the hot water. The warm tub seemed to help her nervousness and anxiety.
Nate walked in and placed himself on a small stool without ceremony. He looked at the young beauty before him and smiled. "You'll be happy to know Suzie that your sister's all right. A bad cut on the head but nothing serious."
"What's happened to her?" Suzie asked angrily, a worried expression on her face. The abductor laughed mildly.
"Just as we both thought last night, but didn't tell each other. She wrecked the car where the washed out bridge was. You didn't really think I'd believe you came without her protection? I knew your father wouldn't have allowed it, hut I also knew the reputation you girls have around town. So it would have had to be Cindy who was behind us. When I heard the noise I knew we had her."
"When we arrived, I had two of the fellows go back and fetch her. She was unconscious and caused no trouble. They covered up the car too so that it can't be seen from the air or the ground without knowing where to look. You've heard the helicopters out searching for you, haven't you? I didn't figure it'd be long before they came around."
Quietly the young teenager closed her eyes and sighed. The news wasn't good but at least now she knew where she stood, Liddy would have been the one to alert Daddy, but she would have little idea where to search for her two pals.
"What are you going to do with Cindy?" asked the girl finally.
"Don't know. She's of no use to us today, but we can probably have some fun with her for a couple of nights before we have to get rid of her. Of course she can't live, But at least it'll be nice to have her here with you this evening when we kill you."
The young brunette could think of nothing else to say. Nate stood up smartly and headed for the door. "We'll be waiting for her downstairs as soon as you ladies finish," he called over his shoulder to the three women.
"She's ready now," one replied, "just a second."
Suzie was escorted downstairs by the women. The rest had all assembled in the main room. Asked to take off her robe and lie down on the altar, she did so without protest. She knew it was John's turn first. This would be no more than just fucking. She had psychologically prepared herself already to meet this first humiliation. It would be one of the easiest ordeals to face.
In a moment the fatherly looking man had climbed over her, beginning to stroke her breasts and pussy lightly. Lovingly he kissed her mouth and cheeks while the girl lay passively underneath his weight.
"So you're not even going to protest me, Suzie," he said, a touch of anger in his voice, "you really are a slut." Then without warning he jabbed the full length of his prick into the small girl's dry quim, trying to cause a maximum of pain. He succeeded. Unprepared by any lubrication the fourteen-year-old gave out a startled cry. Her cunt hole was being stretched and chafed.
Roughly he humped into her, increasing her distress. But quickly the experienced teenager regained control of herself and consciously relaxed her cunt muscles. The friction was still uncomfortable against her pussy lips, but it was bearable.
But what soon caused Suzie more alarm was a growing feeling of warmth in her cunt and at the tips of her breasts where he pinched and scraped. One thing she couldn't do was allow him to give her sexual pleasure at his rape. But her own body was frightening. Suddenly she realized he was sliding in and out much more easily. In spite of herself she had creamed some of her cunt honey, making his entrance easier,
"That's it, you little whore, get your slit good and wet for me," he grunted in her ears, but loudly enough for all to hear, "We'll come together."
"No," she whispered, determination in her voice. But in an irrational effort to justify herself she added, "I didn't mean to let it get wet." There was laughter from the onlookers and Suzie immediately regretted what she had said. What they all wanted more than anything else was to humiliate and degrade her. They all took pleasure in her contrition.
"Keep it up, John." cried one of the men.
"Right, make her come," contributed a woman's voice. "She'll be the first one who's had an orgasm."
Resolutely the fourteen-year-old determined not to come, not to be the first one they'd made climax. But she was in trouble. As the heavy tool pistoned rhythmically into her quim her breasts and love hole became hot and tingly. Her nipples jutted out, swollen hard as rocks, responding to his rough fingers. She could feel her legs and hips start to arch and respond automatically with each long thrust. Desperately she held her body stiff, trying to make her muscles keep from twitching and instead do what she wanted.
Finally she felt his rod hardening and growing for the last thrust before he came. She was going to make it after all. Grimly she tensed her legs for his last crude humping, determined to keep control. But the last expected strokes didn't come. She opened her eyes and looked at him with surprise.
"Sorry, baby," he said sarcastically, "had to let it cool off. I almost came without you."
The bastard, she thought to herself and relaxed for a moment. But that was a mistake. Unexpectedly his hand grabbed her pussy, shooting three rough fingers deep into her now sopping love grotto. He thumbed her stiff swollen snatch mercilessly.
"Oh, oh, ohhhh," she moaned with spontaneous pleasure and her hips and legs jerked up to meet his hand. With eyes tightly shut she grit her teeth and tried to ignore the tingling excitement between her legs. But his fingers churned and fluttered inside her, urging her to orgasm. Her swelling clit throbbed and ached under his thumb. In her ears still rang the laughter of the crowd at what had happened.
"Still trying to resist, my little girl?" her persecutor said warmly. "Don't wear yourself out now. Save your strength for the others. I'm just the first and the least demanding."
Suzie ignored his words but she was panting in response to his twisting demanding fingers. His stiff pole once more penetrated her now steaming quim. This time he worked more methodically and carefully. She felt the huge tip massage and excite the inside of her eager box as it pushed in. But still she struggled to keep her poise as his pace gradually increased. Then suddenly there was a sharp burning pain in her breast. He was biting her furiously and breaking the tender flesh. Suzie screamed, twisted, moaned and then lost all control.
Her ass arched ecstatically up to meet his next thrust and her legs curled expectantly behind his heaving buttocks, locking him in place. Her body was quivering with obvious delight.
"No," she still cried and moaned, "don't make me. Please no," she pleaded as her small arms spontaneously encircled him and drew herself close to his body. "I don't want to come, no, I mustn't," she continued with every thrust. But though her words protested the passion in her voice and the obvious willingness of her body betrayed her.
"Oh no, no, no," she gasped as the thick sausage plowed even more heavily into her dripping cunt, "oh, ah ... oh, no. Don't make me come."
Their bodies were jerking madly, their stomachs slapping noisily together in a quick ecstatic rhythm. His organ had swollen to tremendous size inside her. She worked her body vigorously up and down the hard cock, desperate to feel every inch. Suddenly she felt him stiffen, grow greater. But shockingly he again withdrew himself right on the verge of orgasm.
"Oh no," she cried, "don't take it out. Fuck me. Put it back in."
"You really want me to fuck you, Suzie'" he asked, a malicious grin on his face.
"Oh yes, yes," she begged, her twat arching and twisting in the air, seeking the huge dripping cock, "fuck me, please fuck me. I've got to have it."
Expertly his pecker slipped back into the yearning quim and rapidly he again approached climax. Suzie gasped with pleasure as she felt the first shot of hot lave jet deep into her cunt.
"Oh God, it's good, it's good," she began to scream, "oh God, how good, ah good, good. More, more," she pleaded, her heels digging into his butt and forcing him deep inside. "Don't stop coming. Oh, oh, oh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, God, don't stop. I'm coming too." And even when he was spent, she kept humping, massaging his shrinking pecker with her fat engorged cunt lips. Finally she relaxed and opened her eyes.
"Oh," she moaned sorrowfully, "I didn't mean to do it, I couldn't stop myself."
A strange hand caressed her shoulder and she looked up to see a woman above her. "That was very good, Suzie," she crooned mockingly. "That was a first. None of our Queens ever came before. And you obviously enjoyed it so much."
"Yes," seconded another woman, stepping up to feel the teenager's small firm breasts and the still erect nipples, "you certainly gave us all a very good show. Even John enjoyed it though you weren't a virgin. Didn't you John?"
"Still," replied John unappreciatively, "a girl her age shouldn't be this good. The little whore's had a lot of cock in her bloody box." At that he let himself slip out of her and got off.
"Oh, John, don't be such a perfectionist," said the first woman continuing to stroke the still trembling fourteen-year-olds body. Suzie closed her eyes again and breathed deeply. Gradually she regained control. But her mind was still full of self-recriminations. They'd succeeded in making her come, enjoy being fucked, even though she knew they were going to torture and kill her. They'd broken her will, humiliated her. She'd lost the first round.
Yet this was not the only round the tortured girl lost that morning. In an orgy guided successfully by a lovely young lesbian, a debased narcissist and finally the hermaphrodite, she was further humiliated and often brought time after time to violent climax. Her passionate young body could not resist their expert seductions.
While the orgy continued Liddy slept restlessly, exhausted. Late in the morning the pretty young blonde finally awoke and sluggishly got to her feet in Big Daddy's temporary command post. In the front room she found Big Daddy and three of his deputies. They were sullen and quiet. The girls sensed an air of gloom and dejection.
The search parties were out and doing their job effectively. But there was lots of ground to cover and very little time. Big Daddy was staring glumly at a map. His patrol cars had covered the roads in the vicinity, but found no leads.
Early, one had gotten to the abandoned bridge, but the clues of Cindy's wreck had been well covered. From the road they could not see the large house that held the two girls. Pressed for time, they had returned to the main body of the search.
Liddy poured herself a cup of bitter black coffee. Unobtrusively she sat by the window and gazed blankly out into a beautiful clear warm day. "Lovely day for a picnic," she mused irreverently, escaping for a moment the feelings of fear and guilt that taxed her mind,
Restless she stepped out into the warm sunshine. In spite of a chill wind she felt comfortable. She breathed fresh air deeply. Unable to face the horror that surrounded her she absentmindedly began to daydream. She dreamed of just such a lovely day years before when she had gone on a picnic with a very special guy. It had been a very special day too, for near an old deserted farmhouse she had given him her virginity and experienced for the first time the joys of her sex.
But suddenly something began to tug at the young blonde's thoughts and bring her out of her revelry. It had not been just a farmhouse, but a large deserted mansion. And it had been so very isolated that even as bashful as she had felt at that early age she had not hesitated to romp naked with her boy friend in the deserted field. And it had been somewhere near here. It would be a perfect place for a group of perverts to hide her friends.
Liddy felt exhilarated for a moment, but quickly again fell into a depression. There were undoubtedly many places just as good in the area and Big Daddy's men were doing a systematic job of finding and investigating them. Eventually they'd find the same old house if it still stood. But eventually of course might be too late.
The teenager felt in her jacket pocket for her car keys. It was a ridiculously small chance that her friends had been taken to just that same place. And she was not in the least certain she could find it again. But she could do nothing here but get in the way and she would have felt guilty if she did not at least try.
Inside the building the Sheriff heard the car start and saw Liddy wheel it about and head back toward Hazelville. His first impulse was to go after her and bring her back to safety. But he hesitated. He sensed how badly the girl felt and realized her need to try to help-no matter how futile. And there were plenty of patrols out that she could reach in case of trouble. She had already proven once she knew how to use the police radio the two sisters had mounted in her car. Dismissing her from his mind, Big Daddy again turned his attention dutifully to the map in front of him.
About noon two of the men fetched Cindy from her room and brought her to the main hall. She gasped when she saw her sister. Some depraved expert in bondage had made a centerpiece of the fourteen-year-old. The captors sat at a large table with Suzie in the center, enjoying a heavy lunch.
The child stood precariously in a crouched position. She had been bound severely so that she could not move and additional lengths of rough rope had been stretched tightly across her breasts and tender cunt, cutting deeply into her flesh. And to both breasts and her pussy had been attacked lit candles. Molten wax now covered her burning genitals.
The fourteen-year-old was obviously in great discomfort but she made no effort to move. Alt of her energies were exerted in just keeping her precarious balance.
Cindy reacted automatically. With surprising speed she turned and kicked one of her captors firmly in the balls. As he doubled over in pain she eluded the grasp of her other escort and ran quickly to the table. But her efforts were futile. Two others grabbed her white another quickly joined them and helped wrestle her to a chair at the edge of the room. Roughly they stripped off her clothes and in a matter of moments her hands and feet were securely bound so that she too could not move.
In desperation she sobbed and begged them to have pity for her sister. But it did not take long for her to realize that this only increased their sadistic pleasure. Finally she fell silent. As her sister had done earlier, Cindy realized their only hope was to try and endure until Big Daddy would find them.
When their noon meal was finished Suzie was finally released. Two of the women helped her walk around the room until some of the numbness left her limbs. Then, once again revived, the orgy continued.
Suzie was led to where Cindy was bound and allowed to sit in her lap. At the insistence of her captors she related her story of pain and degradation to the older girl. "And they made me come, Cindy," she concluded in tears of disgrace, "I had an orgasm with every damned one of them. I couldn't keep from it no matter how bard I tried." Her sobs continued to break the stillness of the room.
"I'm sorry, sis," said Cindy sympathetically, turning to kiss her wet cheek, "it's all right. Just hold on. It won't last forever."
"It'll last until you come at least once more with Bruno," broke in the pale blonde librarian, leading in a huge mixed breed dog. Suzie broke into louder tears as she looked at the huge animal in front of her. "Ever fucked a dog before, Suzie?" asked the librarian solicitously.
"No and I won't," replied the shaking teenager angrily. She was disgusted at the thought of copulating with the animal in front of them and afraid if she did she'd once more climax in spite of herself.
"Yes you will and you'll come too," promised the librarian simply. "But first I'll show you how." With that she crouched beside the dog and gave him a firm hug. Bruno responded with a warm lap on her face. They had obviously been together often. The two sisters watched with revulsion as the blonde put her mouth to the dog's, washing her tongue slowly between his jaws, licking his teeth and tongue affectionately. For several minutes, they French kissed and it was obvious the hound was well trained in his role. The blonde left off her kiss at last and looked up at the two girls, a broad smile on her face.
"Then, Suzie, when you've French-kissed Bruno you reach over and suck his dick. Watch me." Expertly she felt back and found his cock, stroking it gently until its pink tip emerged from its sheath. In a moment her lips covered it, her tongue slowly working the rough hard flesh.
"And finally," she smiled again, "you do this. Quietly she lay back on the floor and spread her thighs. Instantly Bruno straddled her, his paws on her breasts. The dog worked his rear down, hind legs moving nervously, trying for penetration.
"No, not yet, Bruno," called the slender blonde, "the first one's for Suzie's treat. I'll throw you a good fuck later, big boy." Affectionately she patted him on the sides, but had to work to get him off her. The hound was hot and ready to go. He didn't understand this postponement of his pleasure. Nut finally the librarian stood up and beamed at the girls.
"Your turn now, Suzie. French kiss, suck, then fuck. That's your orders."
"I won't," whispered the fourteen-year-old. "You can't make me. I won't do it."
"Oh Charlie, our resident sadist, can make you do anything, Suzie. There's nothing you won't do if he persuades you," replied the pale blonde softly, full of confidence. "But you'll really like Bruno. If you came for Harry and the others, you'll climax your brains out with my dog. And it's a lot more fun than being whipped and tortured."
"I'd rather do anything than screw your mangy hound," the little brunette spat out angrily. "Beat me and I still won't do it." At this the woman frowned, incensed by the girl's insult of her pet.
"Wait," broke in Nate Tower unexpectedly, "I've got an idea. You say you'd rather do anything than fuck Bruno? Well, we'll offer you an alternative. But you won't like it any better than this."
"What is it?" she asked hopefully.
"I won't tell you until you've decided to take it. Then it'll be too late to change your mind."
Silently the little girl looked at her captor and then over to the huge hairy animal panting expectantly. "I'll take the alternative. I won't screw the dog," she murmured at last. "Whatever it is, I'll take it." Desperately Suzie hoped to win one battle against humiliation with her captors. And she was afraid the pale blonde had been right. If she had come with the others she might well climax with the dog too, to her shame and the delight of her persecutors.
"Good," grinned Nate broadly, winking at the frowning librarian, "then we'll let Cindy fuck him in your place." This announcement was greeted with delighted laughter throughout the room except for Suzie's flushed anger.
"No," she broke in loudly. "Leave my sister out of this. She's not part of your games. You can't make her take my place."
"You're the one who elected the alternative," he broke in sternly, "because of your cowardice you're causing your sister the same degradation you couldn't face. If you'd had the courage to face him you'd have saved Cindy from humiliation."
"You can't make her," challenged Suzie hotly. "She won't do it either."
"We won't have to make her. If she loves you, she'll volunteer to save you from more suffering." Expectantly Nate looked at Cindy. She was pale, an expression of revulsion on her-pretty face. The thought of throwing the ugly animal a fuck was as sickening to her as it was to Suzie. But she was less wearied than her young sister; better able to summon her courage. With trembling lips she finally answered.
"Yes, I'll do it. I'll luck Bruno."
"But, sis, you can't. I can't let you. It's my place. Ohhh," she cried, breaking into loud sobs, "what have I done?" Passionately she threw her arms around the seventeen-year-olds body and cried against her naked breast. "You can't, Cindy, you can't," she whimpered. "Don't you see. Not only will they humiliate you, but it'll shame me too because I made you do it."
"I know, Suzie," returned Cindy, determination in her soft voice, "but it'll save your strength for later. You've got to hold on, but you need rest."
For a few minutes they let the fourteen-year-old cry softly in her sister's antis. Then pulling her off, they unshackled the pretty older sister and let her stand. With fixed determination she walked over to the dog, Suzie still weeping behind her. She hoped to keep her back to the girl so that she couldn't see, but Nate quickly moved her. It wouldn't do for Suzie not to see every detail.
Without a word she knelt and faced the panting animal. Quickly it lapped her on the face and breasts. Trying to shut out the thought of what she was doing, Cindy parted her lips and leaned forward. The crowd watched with silent pleasure. She choked visibly when she smelt his over-heated breath. She felt his runny cold nose press against hers and their lips met. Eyes closed, she slid her pointed tongue slowly into his mouth, tasting the abundance of hot, thick slobber.
Gently her tongue found his began to lick it firmly but tenderly. It was huge and soft and squirming, much rougher than a man's. Methodically she licked. She'd give the captors a long drawn out show, postponing her sister's ordeal. Hopefully long enough to be rescued.
Carefully she sucked Bruno's huge tongue, caressing it sensuously with her own. It filled her completely. The dog gave a moan of pleasure as she French kissed his ugly tongue. He had been well trained to sit patiently and enjoy such ecstasy.
"Open your eyes," commanded Nate from behind her and Cindy obeyed. She looked at the large, dumb brown eyes full of animal lust. Then suddenly the realization of what she was doing seized her, her stomach churned. Turning her face away she let the copious vomit spew from her mouth and nose, splattering the floor.
"Kiss him some more," whispered the librarian close by. And once again the brunette slipped her tongue into his mouth, sucked his tongue into hers and kissed it lovingly. Every effort of her body concentrated on not throwing up again.
"Now his cock," hissed the pale blonde, "suck his cock."
Mechanically, Cindy left his mouth and moved her hand between his hind legs. She searched through the matted clump of long hair until she found his tool. Gently she stroked it with her finger tips and immediately it began to expand and shoot forward like a rocket. The pink head emerged, thick and elongated until it rested hard in the palm of her hand. How unlike a man's it looked thick, knotted and ugly. For a moment she studied it carefully before again putting her lips to work.
Tenderly her lips sucked at the very tip, her soft tongue flicking out to caress it. Gingerly she licked up and down its length, burying her face in stinking matted hair so that she could find its balls. In her mouth it was strange and hard, but not wholly unlike a human's. Careful not to close her eyes again she nevertheless pretended it was a man's. For the benefit of her audience she made loud slurping and sucking noises.
"Let him fuck you now," came a voice from the crowd.
"Yeah, let him frig it into you," called another.
Suzie watched in silent horror from the throne where she had again been bound. She saw Cindy lie back willingly and arch her twat upwards, waiting for penetration. She saw her suddenly squirm and wiggle with pain and discomfort when Bruno found the hot hole and thrust home. Filled with grief and remorse, Suzie silently watched as the huge mongrel, forepaws on Cindy's chest, began to paw the floor rapidly with its hind legs, thrusting deeper and deeper.
Cindy had been surprised it had been so hard to get the dog in. She had to struggle with the huge cock until it painfully passed into her dry cunt, stretching her uncomfortably. But once in the dog began to drive mindlessly, quickly shoving and pushing his cock to its greatest depth. The huge pecker filled her and still it grew as Bruno jerked and wiggled his body ecstatically. The hard knot grew bigger, locking the cock inside her. The girl knew that now she couldn't take it out if she had been allowed. They were permanently joined until Bruno came.
As the dog plowed her, Cindy squirmed in response, first with discomfort but then with growing pleasure. The huge dick pounded her insides mercilessly, pumping her cunt until it was dripping welcomed ooze. Lubricated, the engorged dog penis slid more easily into her slit, pressing and rubbing her tender clit violently.
"Oh, oh, oh," moaned Cindy as she felt her clit expand and harden, become hot and angry. She was the first to realize she was getting hot and horny, but she wasn't going to fight it. She was trying to buy time for Suzie, not proving a moral point.
"Mmm, mmm," she groaned loudly, so her captors could hear, "it's good. It's so big."
"He's just started," laughed the librarian wickedly. "Wait until he comes."
"Oh, oh, oh, ohhhh," cried the girl as his wildly gyrating body forced her hips to jerk crazily from side to side. Her clit seemed crushed by the hard root pistoning ceaselessly into her creaming cunt. Hot flashes of delightful pain racked her slender frame causing her to flinch with each relentless thrust.
"Ah, ah, ah, oh it's good," she moaned from pleasure, not just for her captors' sake, "oh, so big. Oh, it's good. He's so hard." Her body arched and thrashed as she screwed up to engulf his churning dick. How different from a man's it was, how painful, uncaring, untender and thrilling. She quaked with excitement at each anxious shove and then suddenly it grew even fuller and harder.
"Ohhhhh," she sighed in joyous pain, "ohhh, it's too big. It's too big. I can't ... I can't take it. Oh, God, I'm going to come." Desperately she grabbed her arms around the animal and hugged herself to him. "Oh, oh, oh," she cried in tiny short breaths as her ass bounded crazily on the floor. Her body arched and twisted, contracted to feel him thrust full into her boiling quim.
"Oh, oh, it's going to come. I'm going to come. It's going to, it is. He is, he is, he's coming," she screamed recklessly. Cindy's ass fell back on the floor then shoved upward, her body supported only by her shoulders and heels. Her cunt reeled insanely in midair, fully penetrated by the dog's huge organ. Bruno rode the writhing girl expertly, stroking rapidly into the slippery pussy. He was groaning now also-low guttural growling sounds.
Huge thick streams of canine come shot endlessly into her welcoming cave. "It's so hot, oh, it's hot," she gasped deliriously, churning back and forth on the floor, "hotter than man's. Thicker. Oh, good. Oh, oh, oh, ahh, ahh, ah, ah, eeee. I'm coming, eeeh, ahh, ahh ... " Cindy was screaming her joy at the top of her voice, obviously in ecstasy. She was oblivious to her audience. Her body twisted and jerked wildly out of control in complete, delirious orgasm. Her come mixed with the dog's as it squeezed out of her pussy lips and dribbled to the floor.
"Oh, oh, oh, ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh," she sighed finally, her lover spent and her own aching quim filled to overflowing with the dog's hot jism. For a moment she forgot her captors and was delightfully happy and content. "What a good fuck," she whispered, half-aloud. "What a good fucking."
Nate's laugh brought her back to reality. "Glad you liked it Cindy. We certainly enjoyed the show."
Her smile changed to a frown as she looked about her and saw the twelve abductors circling her. Their eyes were bright with pleasure. She hated them instantly. Hated herself too for giving them such a good exhibition. A real circus act like those their mother was supposed to do. But she said nothing. Her purpose had been accomplished. She'd taken up time-lots of it-and given Suzie a chance to rest. Silently she spread her legs. Bruno was struggling to pull free now but it took a few minutes before he could. The swelling of his cock was still too large for him to exit. Suzie sat staring at her mutely, tears in her eyes.
Undoubtedly it would have been some comfort to both the young girls if they had known that a short time before Liddy had stood on top of a hill only yards away, looking down on the deserted mansion. Though the house had been made to still look empty the blonde knew instinctively it wasn't. There was no doubt in her mind that her two friends were being held captive inside. Without hesitation she turned and ran back to her car.
After the dog show came the sadist. It had been Suzie's turn again and she had stood the torments bravely. After them they let her rest again for awhile.
The shadows in the room were growing long and Cindy sensed that her sister's last ordeal was soon to come. Quietly she closed her eyes and prayed fervently for the quick arrival of their father.
After a brief respite the younger girl was again led to the altar by Nate Tower. It was his turn now, with his gigantic cock. Proudly he displayed his stiffening prick to the two young girls and placed himself between Suzie's spread legs. Her arms had been fastened to the table and vainly she squirmed in protest as his huge root began to probe her now raw cunt.
At first it was not too uncomfortable. Though her love hole was chafed, it was well lubricated by the come from the many times she had been fucked in the last few hours. But there came a moment when her pussy was filled with as much of the gigantic pole as she could take, and yet still half of Nate's huge piston remained outside her tiny gate.
Feeling the resistance Nate paused a moment, smiled, then drew back. In an instant he started shoving again, in a hard merciless series of strokes that gradually forced his unnatural hugeness deeper into the small girl's cunt. It drove at her insides like a battering ram and Suzie began to groan with pain.
Suddenly, with a sickening feeling, she felt something tear. Looking down, she saw blood flowing from her pussy and onto her tormentor's thick shaft. In pain and fear she screamed hysterically, begging for mercy. But there was at least another five inches of the huge dong yet to be absorbed.
Pausing a moment to enjoy the girl's anguish, Nate drew back. "Now if your little friend Sally took it all, surely you can, Suzie," he chuckled cruelly. "Of course we had to throw water on her to revive her a couple of times. Couldn't take the pain or the sight of blood." Deliberately he prepared to begin ramming his hard pecker in again, determined that the little fourteen-year-old would take the entire length of his shaft.
At that moment the front door swung open with a crash. It was Big Daddy and his men, guns drawn. Otto, the butcher was fondling a huge knife when the sheriff entered. Spontaneously he lifted it in defense and one of the deputies fired. The huge man fell backwards, a bullet through his heart. Everyone else in the room froze, including Nate Tower with his lewd organ still crammed halfway into Suzie's bleeding quim.
"Get your filthy cock out of my daughter's body," cried Bid Daddy hoarsely, his pistol leveled purposefully at Nate's cheat. Without protest the abductor stepped back and his cock slipped noisily out of the teenager's dripping pussy.
"Doctor!" called the sheriff again. Instantly a police doctor appeared in the door and hurried to the bleeding girl. Outside one of the deputies motioned with his hand for the ambulance to come forward.
Big Daddy looked menacingly at Nate Tower, his fury evident on his face. "Back there," he muttered to his captive, motioning to an adjoining room. Nate was trembling visibly but he didn't argue. Silently the two men left the room, out of the sight of the others.
There was a shot and in a moment Big Daddy returned. In his right hand was his smoking revolver, in his left dangled a long bloody hose of flesh that had once been Nate's penis. Casually he tossed it into a waste basket. Behind him they could hear Nate's screams of agony and horror.
"Fraid there's been another victim, Doc," the sheriff muttered gruffly. "Tried to escape. Had to shoot him. He's alive and conscious but bleeding to death. When you've finished with my two girls and have them safely in an ambulance, better take a look at him."
"He'll be beyond help by then," commented the doctor dryly, giving his full attention to Suzie's bleeding cunt.
"Tough shit," responded Big Daddy calmly. No one else said a word.
Chapter Ten
Suzie had to undergo surgery but fortunately where had been little serious damage. In a couple of weeks she was back home and as good as new. Cindy had suffered little except for cuts and bruises in the auto accident and had not been made to stay in the hospital.
Surprisingly, through it all, Miss Kuim had proven an unexpected friend to the family. Many nights she kept Joey out of their hair by letting him stay in her spare bedroom. Also it had become obvious to all that the child has a crush on the middle-aged school teacher. "Puppy love," muttered Big Daddy with amusement.
A few days after the fourteen-year-olds return, Big Daddy called his two daughters into his study. He looked stern and severe and the girls knew it had come time for them to face their punishment. But even though they expected their father to be strict they never doubted his love and concern for them.
Big Daddy cleared his throat and uncomfortably made ready to speak. Even with his beloved children he was naturally inarticulate and unaccustomed to saying more than a few words at a time. But his duties as father called upon him now to lecture the two erring sisters.
As best he could he carefully reprimanded them for their daring behavior. As systematically as he could he explained in detail how they should never interfere in his dangerous business, not matter how much they thought they could help. He did not neglect to praise their courage and intelligence, but this was subordinate to his rebuke,
The girls had heard similar lectures before when they had interfered with their father's work. And, as before, they expected the lecture to be followed by a sound thrashing across their bare bottoms. At first the sisters had waited for this inevitable day of punishment with anxiety. Though their father cherished them and rarely whipped, when he did punish them he did it severely.
But unexpectedly, a day or two earlier, Cindy had come to look upon the thrashing in a different light. "You know Suzie," she confided to her sister, "in a few months I'll be off to college. And this will probably be the last whipping I ever get from Daddy. Not that I like them. They hurt terribly. But you know that it does excite him to see our naked bums-even though he could never admit it even to himself."
"It's the only sexual excitement he ever gets," affirmed Suzie readily, guessing Cindy's point. "But even as much as I love Daddy, I don't want to go through one of his spankings just for that."
"I know it's very little pleasure for him and a lot of pain for us," continued the older girl, "but somehow I want him to have it. It'll be the last time." The younger girl nodded her understanding of Cindy's point of view. Yet she herself still did not look forward to their punishment.
So it was that the older girl had looked to this evening with some relish when it finally arrived. Cindy in fact had made an excuse to shower immediately after dinner and came to Big Daddy's study clad only in her bathrobe. She was going to give her father as much a treat as possible.
Quietly the two sister listened to the end of their father's lecture. He was clumsily quiet for a moment before the subject of punishment.
"As you two know, you both deserve a good spanking," he continued haltingly, "but I've searched my conscience and in this case I'm going to make an exception for Suzie." He paused for a moment and looked fondly at his youngest daughter. "I feel Suzie that you've been punished enough. Not only by the horrors you went through but permanently by ... by the loss ..." There was obvious embarrassment in Daddy's face. Finally he continued softly, "by the loss of your maidenhead."
Suzie blushed, realizing of course that she had lied to her father about being a virgin when abducted. But the older man mistook her embarrassment and hurried on to console her.
"You mustn't think, Suzie, that it's an insurmountable tragedy. Even if your body has been ... damaged, you are still pure in soul."
Sensing his distress Suzie quickly interrupted, though trying to feign continued uneasiness. "I understand, Daddy. If a man really and truly loves me then he'll understand." Suzie smiled up at him lovingly and courageously.
"That's right my girl," the Sheriff continued happily. He smiled with relief. "It would have been better otherwise, but a man who really loves you won't mind. I'm glad you understand."
"Yes, I do, daddy," she whispered bashfully.
"Because of this," he continued, "I've decided you've been punished enough. I'm sure you've learned your lesson." Inaudibly Suzie sighed with relief. She'd been reprieved from the sting of his leather belt.
"Unfortunately however," he went on, looking now at his other daughter, "I'm afraid Cindy that my duty as a father demands ..."
"I understand," broke in Cindy quietly, not betraying her expected pleasure in the whipping.
"You're both good girls basically. It's always sad for me when I have to correct you." Quietly he got up and solemnly removed his belt. Cindy also rose and began to loosen the belt of her robe.
"But maybe you'd like to go upstairs and change into something else," he added quickly, realizing that his daughter had no other clothes on.
"No, I want to get it over with," she replied unhesitantly, letting the robe slip to the floor before he had another chance to protest. She treated him to a full view of her beautiful young body, with her firm well shaped breasts, ivory thighs and thick warm pussy bush. Slowly she turned and bent well over, resting her arms against a chair for support. She placed her legs firmly apart so that Daddy had a full view of her plump round bottom, a tiny rose bud of an asshole, and her full, pink pussy.
Big Daddy caught his breath. It had been many years since he had either seen such a display of naked cunt or felt pleasure in the sight of such an absolutely beautiful young woman. He felt his cock harden suddenly in his pants and hoped that Suzie did not notice the bulge. Of course she did, but pretended not to.
With an effort he retained control of himself and began the execution of his duty. Twelve searing lashes of his thick leather belt fell across the plump naked ass, streaking it with, flaming red. With each stroke Cindy moaned in genuine pain. Finally Big Daddy put aside the stinging leather.
"That's all, Cindy," he said calmly. "I'm sorry, but it was necessary. You can put on your robe again."
Cindy straightened, but instead of reaching for her robe she again turned toward him. For a second time she let him have a full front view of her lovely form. Without embarrassment she walked up to him, put her arms about his body in a warm hug and kissed him on the cheek. As if by accident she let her leg stroke along his swollen rod.
"It's all right, Daddy," she whispered lovingly. "Don't apologize. It hurt terribly, but when you punish us we know you really care. It would be easier for you to ignore your duty and our own good." With this she hugged him more closely, kissing him many times on the cheek and rubbing her naked, firm body against him.
Daddy's peter was so full he thought it would burst. But he couldn't say anything for fear of embarrassing his two naive daughters. She was too innocent to realize what she was doing to him. Finally, he fondly put his arms about her and comforted her by stroking her smooth naked flesh.
Seeing this, Suzie realized what a fine thing Cindy was doing for her father-even if it couldn't come to its natural conclusion in bed. She was aware of how selfish she had been in thinking only of the pain she would receive if whipped. Her mind made up she quietly stepped forward to her father.
"Daddy," she began solemnly, "I feel guilty because I didn't share Cindy's punishment. It's not fair since we were in it together."
"But I've already explained ..." he began to argue, tearing himself away from the pleasure he was finding in Cindy's innocent warm body.
But Suzie interrupted. "I know, but she could have suffered as much as I. And she's right, too, Daddy. When you punish us, if we deserve it, then we know that you really love us."
Big Daddy did not know what to say and before he could think of a response Suzie had her jeans unbuttoned and slipped them to her feet. In a moment she kicked them aside and turned her back to her father. Without a word she slid her thin panties to the floor. Resolutely she bent over and instead of keeping her legs tight together as she had done before, she followed Cindy's example. Legs planted well apart and bent over deeply she exposed in detail her still boyish young ass, her lovely small shit hole, and her already beautiful pussy.
Left with no alternative Big Daddy again picked up his belt and administered the exposed punishment. Cindy stepped aside, but naively did not bother to resume her robe and cover her nakedness. When Daddy had finished he sat down in his easy chair. He felt strangely exhausted and weak. Undoubtedly it was from the sexual excitement he had felt and his efforts to hide it from his pure young children.
As Cindy had done, Suzie did not immediately dress again. She turned and walked slowly toward Daddy, naked below the waist, her lovely young quim exposed immodestly to his view. She stood casually in front of him, certain that he could see every detail of her delightful young cunt. She regretted she could think of no excuse to remove her sweater and bra.
Big Daddy was amazed at the delightful show of flesh. He had made every effort to keep his daughters sexually pure, but how unbelievably naive they were. They had no idea how they excited him now.
Wordlessly Suzie sat down on his lap and put her arms about him, kissing his cheeks tenderly. Cindy quickly joined them and sat on the other leg. Together they lovingly caressed and kissed the older man. In natural response he stroked the tender flesh of their bottoms and legs.
Alternately the leg of one or the other of the girls would massage his swollen cock softly, seemingly by accident. It began to swell beyond endurance. Yet he somehow could not bring himself to force them away. Suddenly, to his horror he felt Cindy's leg pressing more insistently and vigorously against, his hardened tool.
They don't know what they're doing, he thought, but now it's too late. Big Daddy came in his pants, a long vigorous orgasm after nearly ten years of being without a woman. Passionately he kissed Cindy's cheek and neck, letting his moans of ecstasy be muffled in her soft warm flesh.
Then for a moment, the sheriff felt fear in the face of his children. His climax past, what would they think of their father? But miraculously they had not noticed and continued to kiss and caress him fondly. They were so immature. Even Cindy did not know, with her leg still softly rubbing against his now spent wet cock. Surely they had felt the ecstatic jerking of his body, but they were too inexperienced to understand.
Realizing how pure and unstained his young girls really were, Big Daddy relaxed. The three of them continued to pet for nearly an hour. Big Daddy came time after time without either girl suspecting. His hands were less restrained now and he even allowed them to explore freely Cindy's firm lovely breasts and both the young girl's warm love nests. He only took care not to let his fingers actually penetrate into their virginal love holes.
Afterwards Big Daddy convinced himself that things had not been quite as passionate as they seemed, his orgasms not quite so violent. But he could not deny the pleasure he had felt. He justified it to himself because there had not been sexual penetration and therefore, was not really fucking. It was just an expression of the love members of a pure family could feel toward one another.
Yet back in their rooms the girls were not quite so satisfied. They had enjoyed what they did for Daddy, resolving to repeat the adventure whenever possible. But they had aroused themselves with their petting. And while their father had repeatedly filled his pants with jism, their young cunts had grown steadily hotter with unfulfilled lust. Now they were unsatisfied again and with no man to help.
"Well," sighed Suzie unhappily, "back to the dildo I guess." Stoically she picked up the huge double dong and slipped into bed with it. Discontentedly Cindy again removed her robe and settled in beside her young sister. Suzie was just beginning to press the huge head between her resilient pussy lips when there was a soft rap on the door.
"Who is it?" whispered Cindy in wonderment. Maybe it was Big Daddy, his prudish morals defeated after all.
"Me," came Joey's immediate reply, "unlock the door."
Irritated Cindy got up and rerobed. "This had better be good," she murmured to herself, "getting us up at this time of night." Quickly she opened the door and their brother hurried in, a large box under his arm.
"Did you get us up just to show us a model plane Joey?" the sister growled threateningly.
"Not a model plane," he giggled, plopping down on Cindy's obviously unused bed, "something you'll all like. Pornographic pictures."
The older sister gasped in dismay and sat down beside him. Suzie eyed him curiously from across the room, the quilt pulled up to her chin to conceal her nakedness.
"What on earth are you talking about Joey?" Pornographic pictures?" questioned Cindy in her most authoritarian voice, "What gave you the idea we would.
"What I've seen you and Suzie and Liddy doing through that key hole gave me the idea," he broke in spiritedly. His experiences with Miss Kuim had been too satisfying and rewarding to let him be cowed now by his sister's false haughtiness. He knew what he wanted and what they wanted.
"Not only that, but I saw what you were doing with Mr. Butler and the others in the hotel. I saw that too."
"I don't believe you, Joey," gasped Cindy incredulously. Her mistaken ideas about her brother's naivety were hard to abandon.
"Sure you do," he whispered in unabashed rudeness, "right now Suzie's probably over there without a stitch of clothes on. And that big double dick you've got's probably already between her legs."
Suddenly Suzie broke into a girlish laugh, her face creased with her smile. "Guess he has too seen us, Cindy, or he wouldn't know that." Without further comment she sat up and let the quilt fall from her shoulders. Joey stared at the sight of her lovely young breasts.
"Like what you see, Joey?" she teased, grinning broadly and turning so he could get a better look.
"Oh yes," he murmured approvingly, "it's much nicer than through the key hole and especially since you know I'm looking."
"But what is the meaning of this, Joey?" again asked Cindy, maintaining her more adult role. "Why do you want to show us dirty pictures?"
"Just look at this," he said, shoving one into her hand. She glanced at it for a moment then her eyebrows arched in shock.
"Why, it's of you, Joey. You're fucking some woman."
"What?" squealed Suzie with delight, hopping out of bed and hurrying across the room. Ecstatic, she sat down beside her brother and pressed her naked body against him. "Why you're right, it is. Who's the woman? I can't see her face but she looks familiar."
Without a word Joey handed Cindy another picture. The girl's mouth gaped open with surprise. "Miss Kuim? I can't believe it."
"Let me see," blurted out Suzie, grabbing it out of her sister's hand. "Oh, it is. How did you get her to do it? And even take pictures?"
"Did she seduce you Joey?" broke in Cindy sternly, "if she's mistreated you ..."
"I seduced her," broke in the boy proudly, though not quite truthfully. The two sisters stared at him in mute amazement. Liddy had warned them he was ready but they hadn't believed her.
"Well I'm pleased to know you're already a man, Joey," started Cindy cautiously, her tone softened. "But these pictures are kind of private. Why did you show 'em to us?"
"I can tell you," giggled Suzie again, "to prove he's ready and capable. He wants to tuck us and we wouldn't have believed him otherwise." To prove her point the girl quickly undid her brother's bathrobe. As she suspected he was naked underneath, his hard pole jutting proudly upward.
"Oh, I see," crooned the older girl softly, looking down at the glorious rod. Quietly she slipped out of her own robe. "And which one of us do you want to fuck first?"
"You," he whispered, smiling up at her. "You in the cunt while I eat Suzie, Then we'll reverse."
"Goody," cried Suzie exuberantly, "we got ourselves man at last." Instantly her mouth swept down to engulf her young brother's cock.
