BB-299  'Big Brother's Sexy Little Sister'
(John Keith)


FOREWORD 

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. She 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 i 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 be 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 cun-nies 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-old's 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 be 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." 

"Arid 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 Suzie, 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 fibe 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-yearold 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. But 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, Suzie," screamed Cindy in undisguised pain, "oh it hurts good, 
oh." Forcefully she dug her fingernails into the fourteen-year-old's 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 questionand 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 in 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-old's 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 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 Suzie 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 Suzie. "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 
tway. And if he doesn'tdon'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 pantsbut 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 Sheriffs jacket over an armchair and headed for his 
den. Upstairs he could hear his 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 he 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 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 girl 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 hobbling 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 corn-hole 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 graps, "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 shooting, 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 stop. 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 sheriffs 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 a 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, I ..." 

"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, disgruntled, 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-ones 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 he 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 there on 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 he 
appeared the ideal hotel manager. Under his arm he carried a suit of 
pajamas, clean and crisply ironed. 

Suzie 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 fit, 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 ofr 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 lips. 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 Suzie 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 throbbing 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-old's body squirm spastically for a second and heard her 
strained voice as finally her own fucking began. 

"Oh God, yes," 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 cierk 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 ... scr ... 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 long 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 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 bung 
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 corn-holing 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 
corn-hole me, please hurry," she urged anxiously. And a second later she 
felt I is 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 Liddy 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 hurst, 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, oh-hh, 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 untl 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 stop. It's so good, you bastard. It's good. It hurts me so, you 
son of a bitch. You, ah, ah, ah-hhh, 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 lil-ly 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. He 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 heaving 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-old's 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 corn-holing. 

"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 fucked 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 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 fucked out 
by some of the hotel employees. Just like you'd like 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 matroon 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 Polaroids. 
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 patck 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, I've 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 ro 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 cautious older lady 
listened carefully to what was being said on the phone. 

"Hello." 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. r 

"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 sleep." 

"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 reache 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 hall. 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 back 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 you father got 
in." 

Cindy smiled seriously and sat down at the girls' 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 ell 
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. He 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 Sheriffs 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." 

"Hmmm, 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-old's 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 by 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 bit 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 forths 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 corn-hole 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. 

"Ahg, ahg, ah, ahhh, ahhh. Oh, it's bigger. It's getting bigger. It's going 
to come. It's going to come. Ah, ah, ah ..." 

"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 comes. It's getting ready, It's, 
oh yess, yessss, 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 Joey 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 lost 
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 Kuim." 

"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 bulbuous 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, ah-hhhh, 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 moment's 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 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 down 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 tail-lights 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 er. 

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 
quiveringly. 

This time Nate didn't try to lie or coax her in with reassuring words. 
"You're here now and you have no choice 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 Sheriffs 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 late 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 ber 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 tingle. 
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 eye-s. "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 necrophiliac. 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 Sheriffs 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. 

Cauiously 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 
but 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 
laides 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-old's 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 stared 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 reverie. 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. All 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 while 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 hard 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 fuck 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-old's 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 
arms. 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 ecstasys. 

"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 mercry. 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 chest. 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 there 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 had a 
crush on the middle-aged school teacher. "Puppy love," muttered Big Daddy 
with amusement. 

A few days later after the fourteen-year-old's 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 easychair. 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 fuck 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 a man at last." 
Instantly her mouth swept down to engulf her young brother's cock. 


THE END
