"Oh, no, more," she gasped as she felt the two boys rhythm slow and their cocks begin to shrivel. "Oh, it's so good. Don't atop. Oh, you boys, it's so good. Oh, oh, oh, yes," she finally whispered, her own climax over. Panting, she relaxed her body against Dudley's and rested. The three of them lay together contentedly, weak from their ecstatic exertions.
"Can I have some now, Liddy?" broke in Randy's unwelcome, whining voice, his unsatisfied pecker still in his hands. "It's my turn."
"Don't be so selfish, Randy, let me rest," she whispered in response, hating his interruption. Silently she vowed never to let the selfish boy have another piece of her tail. But now she had to keep him satisfied and his mind off Suzie and Cindy. "Okay," she gasped finally, "in a minute. Just let me rest"
As soon as Liddy had disappeared, in the woods, Cindy and Suzie changed back into their jeans and headed off toward the spot Sally's body had been found. It was easy to find, having been clearly described in the sheriff's report. With their young sex-oriented point of view, somehow the girls hoped they would find something that the deputies overlooked. But an hour of careful search revealed nothing. The girl's body had simply been brought there and dumped. And the gravel road revealed no clue about the car that brought her.
Discouraged, the two turned back. But just as they again entered the woods that obscured their view of the road, they heard the unmistakable noise of a motorcycle coming along behind them. At first they paid no attention, but when it began to slow down and creep along the road where they had been, they quickly returned to see who the new arrival was.
Hidden by the thick bushes at the foot of the trees, they watched the stranger dismount from his machine. He was tall, with dark hair and a full moustache.
Cindy took a notepad from her hip pocket and scribbled a description. Abt. six-one, 190 lbs, left handed, denim trousers…
"About how old would you say?" she whispered to her sister.
"Maybe twenty-seven or eight. Good build too. Probably a good lay."
"That's not objective, Suzie. We can't tell that from here"
"I wouldn't mind finding out from closer up," replied Suzie, always horny.
They watched quietly for nearly half an hour as the stranger carefully combed the dead leaves and debris where the girl's body had been discovered. Finally, he got on his Harley and left-obviously without finding what he wanted. Quickly Cindy wrote down the license number and a description of the bike. On their way back to the pond they discussed the mysterious stranger.
"Obviously he knew where Sally's body had been dumped," commented Cindy carefully.
"And obviously he was looking for something that had been left there," added Suzie.
"All the girls have been found naked, so it wouldn't have been something of Sally's he was looking for."
"And it must have been small. Did you see how carefully he turned almost every leaf?"
"So, if he were one of the murderers, he's looking for something small that he left at the scene."
"Gee Cindy," said Suzie excitedly, "maybe there's something the deputies found at that scene that would identify who he is. Have you looked at the report to see if anything unusual was found?"
"Daddy didn't get the full report on Sally ‘till last night. But I doubt it would be anything that could identify him. But if that Harley wasn't stolen, that license plate number will tell us who he is. And if there's something they've found that belongs to him, then we've got him identified as being around the scene. Let's hurry home. Daddy'll be gone, but the report will be there."
"Unless he left it at the office."
"He won't have. He‘s working on this case after hours. It'll be on his desk where he can look at it any time he wants."
Chapter 3
The trip home was uneventful. Randy drove and kept trying to give Cindy a feel. In the back seat, Billy and Dudley had Liddy's pants down and were petting her enthusiastically. Cindy had insisted that there be no screwing in the car, for fear someone might see it. But the moans from the back seat told the two sisters that Liddy was at least getting a good finger fucking.
As they had hoped, Daddy was still gone when they got home. Only the light in Joey's room was on.
The boys all wanted Liddy to go with them and continue the day's orgy, and normally the big blonde girl would have been more than accommodating. But she had enough of the three big studs that afternoon to satisfy her for at least n little while, and she sensed that Cindy and Suzie had discovered something in their search. So cheerfully the three girls said good night to the three hard-ons and hurried into the house.
Suzie went upstairs to check on Joey, while the other two girls headed to the den. As usual, the door was locked. For some reason he insisted on privacy when he worked on his planes. After making sure he was all right, Suzie headed back downstairs, not knowing she was leaving Joey in his room, looking at color pictures of some dark-headed woman sucking the cock of a Shetland pony.
"Find it?" she asked sprightly, stepping into the den.
"Just did. Haven't looked at it yet. What we want is the list of items found at the scene."
"Here," said Suzie, pulling out a single thin sheet of paper from the bulging file. "It's not very long. The corpse of course, a bit of rope left tied around an ankle. Three empty beer cans-apparently left long before the body was dumped. And, last, what we're looking for."
"What is it?" cried Cindy and Liddy together impatiently, trying to peer over the young sister's shoulder. "How do you know it's what we're after?" asked Liddy excitedly, "and what are you looking for anyway? What did you find out there this afternoon?"
Cindy restrained her own curiosity as to the last item on the list, which Suzie mischievously held back from her. Quickly the older sister told Liddy of the stranger on the motorcycle who had obviously been looking for something. "And apparently that something's on the list. Come on now Suzie, what is it? This is important."
Suzie smiled triumphantly. "A man's large Ruby and diamond ring. It gives an estimated value of over $2,000. That's what he must have been looking for."
"Right," agreed Cindy enthusiastically. "What else would bring the man back to the scene of a murder except something personal."
"Gee whiz," replied Liddy, awed at the clear logic of the two sisters. But then suddenly she frowned as if disturbed by a contradictory thought. "But look Cindy, surely he wouldn't risk a murder rap just for a ring, even a valuable one. And there's no way it could be tied to anyone at the scene."
"Wrong," challenged Suzie knowingly. "Inside the ring were three initials-N.P.T.-enough maybe to link him to the crime if ever he should be caught. That would be enough to bring him back."
"And Liddy," added Cindy carefully, "he really may be tied in now. We got the license number of his bike. If it's registered to someone with these initials, then the fucker is in big trouble."
"Well, I'll bet you two can hardly wait to tell Big Daddy, huh? Why don't you call him and give him the good news?"
"It's not quite that easy Liddy," said Cindy reluctantly.
"We're under strict orders to keep our noses out of his cases. Last time he caught us trying to help, he pulled both our panties down, really completely bare bottoms, and whipped the hell out of us with his belt."
"Yow, and not only did it hurt," added Suzie, "but there was Daddy having to look straight into our little juicy cunts. And we knew he'd want some, but we knew he wouldn't let himself because we were his daughters. That's kind of embarrassing, you know."
The young blonde stared at her two friends with astonishment. "You don't mean you're actually going to try and follow him? He might really be the murderer. What if you got caught?"
"We won't," replied Cindy dryly. "Or at least, we'll make every effort to make damned sure we don't. After all, Liddy," she reasoned, "if this turns out to be a dud lead, then we'll save our naked asses a sound thrashing. And if it's not, we can follow him just as well as any of Daddy's deputies."