Big Daddy Smith walked into the hallway of his comfortable old home, draped his Eisenhower style Sheriff's jacket over an armchair and headed for his den. Upstairs he could hear the girls in their room, putting their books aside and getting ready to come down and greet him. During the trying periods of his job he relied on the simple, straight forward love of his three children to sustain him. From his pocket his took a small fragile key that fitted the liquor cabinet. Normally he did not drink, but the last few days spent on the sex slayings had sent him home exhausted both physically and morally. For the last three nights he had opened the seldom used door that secured his modest whiskey cabinet supply, poured a four ounce glass half-full of bourbon, and relocked the cabinet. From the nearby kitchen he secured a large tumbler of water.
He did not like his children to see him drink. Not at their age. Yet he had a rough life. They would just have to understand that occasionally a man-even their father-needed a bit of narcotic support and stimulation. And it wasn't that he didn't like whiskey. But in his position he could not allow himself to indulge too often.
Quietly he sat at his desk and sipped the whisky, chasing it with cool water. As they did almost every evening, his eyes traveled to the picture of his former wife that sat on his desk. "Daddy Smith," he mused at his own nickname, "she was probably the only person never to call me ‘daddy'."
And he was probably right. Even before he became Sheriff, as a senior deputy, the whole county had referred to him as "Big Daddy." Those who liked him and thought of him as their gentle protector used the term fondly. Those who were on the other side of the law just referred to him as "Big Daddy," and their meaning was not so kind.
Quietly Daddy stared at the picture of his wife, whom he had never understood. He tried to pretend that she was dead, though everyone knew she had run off with a circus performer. There were nasty rumors that she performed special acts for high-paying private audiences in the evenings after the circus closed. Sexual acts with dogs. But of course no one believed these rumors, except possibly Daddy himself.
He had never understood her sexual drives. She used to complain, but he could never figure out why. Naturally he was too tired after work in the evenings to perform, but after he got on a regular schedule and had Sunday's off every week, he reserved every Saturday night just for sex. Sometimes he'd come two, even three times in one evening. But she was never satisfied.
Like Sunday mornings, for example, when they awoke in bed together. She'd still be naked, and want to make love. But she knew better than that. They had to get up early to get ready for church-especially when the children were old enough for Sunday school. But she'd still complain. "Lord," Daddy thought with repugnance, "she'd probably have done it every night of the week if she could. Disgusting." He'd heard of women like that. Women who not only could have sex every night, but wanted it. "Maybe some women are just born dirty," he concluded, "just like some people are born criminals."
Upstairs he heard a door slam. As they did every night, Cindy and Suzie hurried downstairs to greet him-and, damn it that Liddy was with them again. Daddy was not at all fond of Liddy. Some real people around town let it be known that sexually she might be a bit "free," and that was certainly not the kind of girl he wanted his daughters to associate with. But they had been friends for many years and he knew better than to try to disrupt their friendship now. Besides, he comforted himself, my girls are good girls. They've had a good wholesome upbringing. Maybe they'll have a good influence on Liddy.
A moment later, the girls burst into the den. Cindy gave him a pert kiss on the cheek and Suzie nestled into his lap, her arms around his broad shoulders. Liddy stood in front of him, an unexplainably large grin on her face. Somehow, Daddy Smith always thought she looked like a whore,
"Where's Joey?" he asked, looking furtively about the room. "His light was on when I drove up."
"Still busy with his model planes, I guess," answered Cindy cheerfully. "You know that's the only thing he cares about,"
"Well, that's good enough if he gets his lessons done. He's at an age when he could be getting into mischief, you know." answered their father, assuming his role as wise and understanding protector of the family. Then, slowly, he glanced up at Liddy. He was hoping she'd say goodnight and leave, but she made no effort to go.
"Mr. Smith," she began without hesitation, "we've been talking about the sex murders. Has anything new come up?" The young blonde had never stopped to think that such a subject was not considered to be acceptable in front of the older man's daughters. Daddy frowned perceptibly, but answered intelligently.
"No, nothing. It's tough. But that's not a subject for girls your age to be talking about, Liddy. Leave that to me and the department. Just be careful and stay at home at night, and you'll be safe."
Suzie wiggled uncomfortably in her daddy's arms, she knew he was embarrassed by talk that had anything to do with sex. And he, likewise, attributed her restlessness to similar feelings about the subject. Hastily he decided to get rid of the offensive blonde.
"Can I give you a ride home, Liddy? I'm afraid it's time we got to bed."
Liddy smiled graciously. She knew she'd gotten to the old boy and didn't mind a bit. "No thanks, Mr. Smith. Have my car right outside. I'll see you all at school tomorrow," she concluded, looking at the two sexy sisters. They nodded appreciatively, and their friend headed for the door.
"Better phone us when you get home to let us know you're safe," called Daddy after her, as a gracious afterthought.
"Oh, that's all right, Mr. Smith. I'm gonna stop off for a hamburger on the way home. Might be late getting in." With that she smiled and let herself out the front door.
"A girl that age has no business stopping off alone at a hamburger joint," mumbled Daddy half to himself, but loud enough for his virginal young daughters to hear. "After all what could she do there?"
Behind him Cindy smiled, understanding the obvious moral warning in his statement. But God, could she ever tell him what they could do there. Secretly she envied Liddy her freedom.
For her part Suzie just nestled more snugly into her Daddy's lap. Through the thin wool of her skirt she could feel a hardening between his legs as she rotated her still boyish body against his crotch. "I feel so safe and secure, Daddy, when you're home and I sit in your lap. I feel scared when you're away and all those se… when all those murders are going on."
"Oh, don't worry, Pumpkin. You're safe here. And I'll always be around to protect you," said Daddy, kissing his little girt warmly on the cheek.
"Oh, I do so love you, Daddy," she responded, kissing him several times on both cheeks and once or twice on the mouth. Again she wiggled her ass firmly against his crotch. There was no doubt that he had a full hard-on now, though probably he tried to ignore it.
These little petting sessions had become a ritual over the last year, taken over by Suzie from her older sister. And as far as she was concerned she loved them. Deliberately she'd massage his crotch with her firm hips until she could feel his prick harden in his pants. Often she knew she'd almost have him on the point of fucking her, if ever he could get over his sexual hang-ups. But it wasn't to tease him. Both the girls loved Big Daddy and would never deliberately hurt their father. Yet since their mother had left eight years ago to fuck dogs in a sideshow circus, his only sexual release had been these covert petting sessions with his two daughters.
Using the excuse of untying his shoes, Suzie arranged a closer contact. Seating herself on his lap with her back to him, she spread her legs wide over his and bent to undo the strings. The result was that her young quim pushed directly against the hard knot in his pants. Only the thin cloth of her panties and Daddy's own zipper prevented immediate penetration by his pulsing cock. Carefully she undid the knot in his laces and pulled off the hard polished shoes that were part of his uniform, taking every opportunity to twist her twat harder against his covered prick.
Daddy leaned back and sighed. If only she knew what she was doing to him. But she was so naive and pure-how could he explain it to her? As the hot young pussy of his youngest daughter moved up and down his aching tool, he relaxed, enjoying it for what it was worth. After all, he thought, how could she be expected to know at her age? And maybe she'd get over it soon. Her sister had once done the same thing, and finally she had quit. But Suzie had almost immediately taken her place.
Daddy couldn't find it in his heart to deny his youngest daughter the pleasure and security of his lap, and so every evening he forced himself to put up with the dubious discomfort of her thoroughly massaging his fat cock with her young cunny. But of course he didn't enjoy it himself, and he kept telling himself that one of these days-they were both old enough now-he would have to tell them about life. About the "birds and bees," and pregnancy, and that kind of thing. After all, he didn't want them to be totally naive on their wedding nights. But there was no hurry, they were still too young for that sort of thing.
Cindy brought in a sandwich from the kitchen-thick slices of cold roast beef, garnished with sour pickle, and a huge glass of milk. Daddy set the now empty whisky glass aside and gently urged Suzie from his legs. Hungrily he began to devour the food. It had been a long tiring day.
As always, when Daddy came home late, the two girls sat about his desk talking to him so he wouldn't feel lonely when he ate. Gradually, though against his better judgment, their father began to talk about the sex slayings. No new developments. He'd spent most of the day over where the body of Sally Donalds had been found last night. Same pattern as before and no clues.
Discouraged, the girl looked at each other. They knew how important it was for Daddy to solve the case and how hard he was working on it. Finally, when the clock struck ten, they all headed up to bed. After the lights were out the two sisters talked quietly about what they, along with their rambunctious friend Liddy, could do about it. Slipping off her pajamas Suzie climbed in beside the already naked Cindy, as they did many nights. Today was Thursday. Tomorrow they'd ask Randy Grosscock and a couple of his friends to take them and Liddy for a picnic Saturday, near Smithsfield where Sally Donalds' body had been found. Maybe they could pick up a few clues that even, somehow, their father had missed.
Saturday turned out to be a bright Fall day, just warm enough for Roger to leave the top down on his convertible. The two sisters sat in the front seat, Cindy beside her date-Randy. Liddy sat in the back between Billy and Dudley. As far as she was concerned either one was her date, though officially Dudley had been paired off with Suzie. This kind of disappointed Liddy for it was Dudley who'd take every chance he had to give her a feel on her firm pussy or breasts. The sexy blonde regretted she'd worn pants instead of a skirt. But there would be a chance later at the lake.
The highly polished fifty-eight modified Ford convertible swept easily along the narrow black top, guided by Randy who at least would keep his mind off sex while driving. He was nearly as proud of his car, rebuilt and repainted by himself, as he was of his penis. In fact, the big fast red convertible could properly be described as an ego extension of his cock.
In less than half an hour they topped a hill and saw Reagan's Pond in the distance. None of the boys, of course, knew why the girls had picked such a brisk day to go picnicking and swimming. Yet when three pretty cracks called Randy and had him arrange dates, they didn't hesitate to go along. It never occurred to any of them that Reagan's Pond was less than half a mile distant from the place where the last sex murder victim had been discovered.
Quickly and just a little too fast, Randy guided the car onto the dirt road that led to the pond. Though not officially a park, the area was owned by the county and had long been used by local residents as a favorite spot for an afternoon's outing. It was not yet even ten o'clock and the boys thoughts were not yet fixed on the huge basket lunch the three girls had brought. A swim was suggested and eagerly taken up by all.
Eagerly the boys stripped off their pants down to the swimming trunks underneath. The girls however, had carried their suits with them, not wishing to wear wet clothes all day in the brisk weather. Quickly they headed for a nearby clump of trees and bush.
Glancing over her shoulder, Liddy saw the boys head for the other end of the grove. "They're going to cut through and try to catch a peek," she laughed. Though they were really on serious business, none of the girls could help but feel in a party mood. Few days as pretty as this would be left before winter set in.
"Let ‘em peek," laughed Cindy in response. "They can't fuck us at that distance."
Reaching the little clearing where they planned to change, the girls kept their clothes on, waiting for the boys to find their secret observation place. Using this time alone, Cindy quickly reviewed the plans for the day. They'd swim and eat, as planned, by all. But after that, instead of swimming-or fucking, as the boys hoped-Cindy and Suzie would take off hiking for the spot where Sally's body had been found. Liddy would be left behind to keep the boys entertained.
"Think you can handle them all?" chided Suzie candidly.
"Diaphragm in place," smiled Liddy, looking forward to a heavy afternoon.
"You don't have to fuck them, you know," responded Cindy prudishly. "All you've got to do is keep them entertained and away from us. Otherwise that bunch would probably grab us in the woods and try for rape."
"Damned right they would, Cindy," answered the blonde happily, "but don't worry about a thing. I'll keep ‘em occupied here. And if I give ‘em a little, that's my pleasure and my business. I didn't come all the way out here with three seventeen-year-old studs to sit on my twat and contemplate my navel."
Cindy smiled sardonically. At least she knew that Randy and the boys wouldn't miss the two of them once Liddy got started. Out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of brush moving a couple of dozen yards away. "They're in place," she whispered, nodding casually in the direction of the boys. "Let's give ‘em a good tease."
Casually each girl stripped, their backs to the clump where the anxious watchers hid. They took their time, letting the boys have a good look at their naked back sides. This, too, had been planned in advance. Though there was no chance of Randy not taking the opportunity for a little petting with Liddy after the two sisters took off. They didn't know about the other two boys. They wanted them horny for her, and a little teasing would pay off later.
"Ready?" whispered Cindy.
"Ready," answered Suzie, and then a moment later: "Oh, I stepped on a thorn," she cried, hopping around in circles on one foot, for the first time giving the voyeurs in the bushes a sight of pussy and tit. Quickly Liddy stepped over to support her, also facing the bushes. Cindy grabbed her sister's foot for a moment, seemingly to look for the thorn, and also face the hidden watchers. In a few seconds Cindy pretended to have removed the offending barb, and quickly the girls donned their bathing suits. The pantomime over they headed for the lake. It wasn't much, but the girls knew the sight of three naked cunts and bobbling boobs would keep the boys' mind on sex all morning. And that's all the chance Liddy needed.
After the swim and a quick lunch, Liddy jumped up and declared a will to play hide and seek. The boys scoffed until she reached down to where Dudley lay on the ground and in one swift move stripped him of his swim trunks. "Catch me if you can," she hollered over her shoulder and ran for the bushes. Sitting naked on the ground Dudley stared after her in surprise but only for a moment.
Hardly had Liddy reached the bushes when he was in hot pursuit. The other two boys, having caught on finally to what had happened, ran eagerly after him. It didn't take them long to find the blonde hidden behind a tree.
"Oh, you caught me so soon," she exclaimed, a wide grin on her face, her breasts heaving. The boys stood staring at her, not quite knowing what to do.
"Here," she said, handing Dudley back his pants, "I guess you get to put these back on. Oh, but look," she added quickly, pretending surprise and looking between his legs. "When I pulled ‘em off it was so small and soft and now it's so big and hard. Did I hurt it?"
Quickly the big blonde knelt to the ground and examined Dudley's pecker, which had become hard with excitement. "Here, let me kiss it and make it well." Immediately she sucked Dudley's cock deep into her mouth. In slow even motions she mouthed it from his balls to the tip and back while Randy and Billy stared on blankly. In a moment, it was even, bigger. Liddy took it from between her lips long enough to examine it.
"Is it better now?" she asked in mock seriousness. Is it repaired and able to use. Want to use it Dudley? I'm ready, just pull my pants down"
"God yes, let's fuck," said Dudley finally, getting control of himself enough to talk. In a moment he fumbled her bikini bottom down to her knees and had the top off.
"Where'd the other girls go?" suddenly cried Billy, feeling the aching frustration of his own cock.
"What do you want them for?" asked Liddy, in mock hurt. "I've got three holes and there are three of you. Here, Billy," she whispered hoarsely, getting hot now herself, "let me show you." Quickly she pulled down his trunks and began to suck him noisily.
"See," she said, breaking away for a moment, "there's room for all. Dudley can get my cunt ‘cause he caught me. You can have my mouth since you're my date. And Randy can cornhole me, if he wants. Want to Randy" she asked, rolling over on her side and spreading her ass cheeks so the body could get a good glimpse of her puckered shit hole.
"Great," cried the three boys enthusiastically, surrounding Liddy's naked body.
"Let me at it," grunted Randy grabbing the girl and twisting her on her stomach. In seconds he was between her legs, his swollen dong inches from her wrinkled rose bud.
"Hey, wait a minute," interrupted Dudley angrily, "she said I could have her cunt. Turn her back over so I can get in, too."
"Sorry Dudley, just have to wait. I got here first," he responded, jabbing a couple of fingers in her rectum of pry it open wider.
"Wait a God damned minute," growled Liddy, wiggling away from the boys' rough grabs, "don't be so fucking selfish Randy. I meant for everybody to share a piece now, It's my body and I'll say who does what to me where and when."
"The hell you will," Randy answered gruffly, crawling back between her legs, his prick waving in the air, "you'll do what I say, crack: You'll like my cock better than theirs anyway."
"Fuck you, Randy," she gasped angrily. With a quick movement she twisted and raised her leg, then drove her foot hard into his swollen balls. With a gasp of pain, the young boy rolled back on the grass. "Now you're the one who has got to wait. Maybe I'll give you some when Dudley and Billy are finished, if you don't act so selfish."
"Liddy, you're great," broke in Dudley with a happy smile. Admiringly he began to caress one of her huge firm tits.
"Thanks Dudley," she murmured, her temper waning. "Here you can have that breast and my cunny. Billy, you take the other boob and my mouth. Come on."
Without further urging, the two studs hopped on the girl. Easily Dudley slipped his anxious pole deep into the proffered slit. Slowly he moved it in and out so he could relish the tight grip of the blonde's cunt on his iron tool.
"It's great, Liddy. It's hot and tight. I've wanted to ball you for a long time."
"Just ask me, Dud," she smiled warmly. "Any time. And Billy, you too," she continued, sucking his waiting pecker between her lips with a slurp. Gently she ran her tongue over the warm tip, savoring its texture. Liddy loved the taste and feel of the mushroom like head of a man's cock. ‘Mmm, mmm," she mumbled, "it's good, Billy. Mmmmm."
Gradually the boys' pace increased and Liddy sucked and jerked her twat more violently as their tensions mounted. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw Randy sitting quietly, nursing his own cock.
"Uh, good," she groaned in a cock-muffled voice as Dudley began to slam harder into her quim, his body slapping noisily against her. Inside she delighted as the swollen organ pounded mercilessly in her box. White honey began to pour out of her cave making the welcome dick even slicker and faster. "Good, oh, Dudley, make me come."
"Liddy, can I get in your ass hole, while Dud's in your cunt?" asked Billy immediately, wanting something tighter than the girl's lips.
"Oh yes, oh yes, hurry," she gasped, letting his swollen peter slip from her mouth. Quickly she put her arms tight around Dudley and rolled him over on his back. Her ass now jerked up into the air as he rapidly pounded into her. In a moment Billy crouched over her squirming ass, ready for entry.
"Oh, oh, it hurts," she whimpered as the anxious boy jammed full force into her twitching bung hole, "oh, no, don't stop. Get it all in, Billy. Oh, oh, it's good. Oh, that's it, all the way in. Oh, uh, uh, uh, oh there. That's it."
Tears of pain and joy streamed down the teenager's pretty face as the huge dongs crowded together inside her writhing body. Her hips jerked up and down erratically to the thrusts of the two seventeen-year-olds. Inside her, the two cocks met and massaged each other violently through the thin flesh between her cunt and bowels.
"God it's good, Liddy," moaned Billy ecstatically, feeling the hot tightness of her shit hole and the rhythmic pumping of Dudley's hard root. "You're the best, Liddy," he groaned, screwing her ever harder.
Liddy hardly heard the compliment. She was oblivious now to anything but the joy of the two young peckers battering her insides. Fiercely she lunged her bottom back against Billy's unyielding prod, then jerked down to meet Dudley's welcome thrust. The three wiggled and squirmed madly on the grass, aware only of cock and cunt and Liddy's hot flesh.
"Oh, oh, oh," squealed Liddy with pleasure, "Dud's coming. Hurry, Billy. Come too. Oh, oh, ee."
"Yes oh, yes," groaned Billy, jamming everything but his balls deep into the teenager's rectum. And as he felt Dudley's cock expand against his and start shifting, the other boy climaxed too."
"Eh, eh, ee, ee, ee," cried Liddy in pleasure and pain as she felt copious wads of come splash into her tender box and bowels from two huge hoses. "Yes, ohh, ohh," she moaned, grinding up and back to fill herself with the lovely dicks. Her own white come climaxed over Dudley's cock.
"Oh, no, more," she gasped as she felt the two boys rhythm slow and their cocks begin to shrivel. "Oh, it's so good. Don't atop. Oh, you boys, it's so good. Oh, oh, oh, yes," she finally whispered, her own climax over. Panting, she relaxed her body against Dudley's and rested. The three of them lay together contentedly, weak from their ecstatic exertions.
"Can I have some now, Liddy?" broke in Randy's unwelcome, whining voice, his unsatisfied pecker still in his hands. "It's my turn."
"Don't be so selfish, Randy, let me rest," she whispered in response, hating his interruption. Silently she vowed never to let the selfish boy have another piece of her tail. But now she had to keep him satisfied and his mind off Suzie and Cindy. "Okay," she gasped finally, "in a minute. Just let me rest"
As soon as Liddy had disappeared, in the woods, Cindy and Suzie changed back into their jeans and headed off toward the spot Sally's body had been found. It was easy to find, having been clearly described in the sheriff's report. With their young sex-oriented point of view, somehow the girls hoped they would find something that the deputies overlooked. But an hour of careful search revealed nothing. The girl's body had simply been brought there and dumped. And the gravel road revealed no clue about the car that brought her.
Discouraged, the two turned back. But just as they again entered the woods that obscured their view of the road, they heard the unmistakable noise of a motorcycle coming along behind them. At first they paid no attention, but when it began to slow down and creep along the road where they had been, they quickly returned to see who the new arrival was.
Hidden by the thick bushes at the foot of the trees, they watched the stranger dismount from his machine. He was tall, with dark hair and a full moustache.
Cindy took a notepad from her hip pocket and scribbled a description. Abt. six-one, 190 lbs, left handed, denim trousers…
"About how old would you say?" she whispered to her sister.
"Maybe twenty-seven or eight. Good build too. Probably a good lay."
"That's not objective, Suzie. We can't tell that from here"
"I wouldn't mind finding out from closer up," replied Suzie, always horny.
They watched quietly for nearly half an hour as the stranger carefully combed the dead leaves and debris where the girl's body had been discovered. Finally, he got on his Harley and left-obviously without finding what he wanted. Quickly Cindy wrote down the license number and a description of the bike. On their way back to the pond they discussed the mysterious stranger.
"Obviously he knew where Sally's body had been dumped," commented Cindy carefully.
"And obviously he was looking for something that had been left there," added Suzie.
"All the girls have been found naked, so it wouldn't have been something of Sally's he was looking for."
"And it must have been small. Did you see how carefully he turned almost every leaf?"
"So, if he were one of the murderers, he's looking for something small that he left at the scene."
"Gee Cindy," said Suzie excitedly, "maybe there's something the deputies found at that scene that would identify who he is. Have you looked at the report to see if anything unusual was found?"
"Daddy didn't get the full report on Sally ‘till last night. But I doubt it would be anything that could identify him. But if that Harley wasn't stolen, that license plate number will tell us who he is. And if there's something they've found that belongs to him, then we've got him identified as being around the scene. Let's hurry home. Daddy'll be gone, but the report will be there."
"Unless he left it at the office."
"He won't have. He‘s working on this case after hours. It'll be on his desk where he can look at it any time he wants."