Chapter 7
The accident on the coast highway was a tattered twist of metal, with both drivers D.O.A. The traffic was light, though, because of the early hours of the morning. The sheriff had only been there two minutes before one of his deputies broke the news to him: "Uh, I know you're not gonna like this. I mean, I know you're gonna think this is the dumbest thing you ever heard... "
"What the fuck are you babbling about?" Ed barked irritably. The bodies were still sprawled around, not an appetizing sight, but the sheriff was totally untouched by it. Here today, splattered tomorrow, was his motto.
"Well, the camera, Sheriff. Garvey didn't bring his camera."
"What?" According to department rules, that wasn't dumb. It was impossible!
"He didn't bring it because it was stolen out of his car, Sheriff," the deputy said nervously.
"A camera was stolen out of a cop car?" Ed said bitingly. "You want a fucking armed guard for a sheriff's car?"
"It must have happened earlier, Sheriff, when he was around the beach today."
"When will Garvey be back with it?" the sheriff snapped, looking around at the various cars and the ambulance.
"He didn't leave to get it, Sheriff," the deputy mumbled miserably. "I think he's trying to borrow one from the city cops or the ambulance."
Ed stared at him with icy eyes. Asshole-morons! You had to take pictures immediately! They were evidence in court. You couldn't move a cigarette butt from the scene without taking a picture of it.
It turned out that Garvey was unable to borrow a camera, because no one else had one. Now he faced the Sheriff's wrath, trying to shrink into nothingness.
"I'll bring back my own fucking polaroid," Ed snarled, going back to his car. "Don't move anything. Don't piss, don't breathe 'til I get back, assholes!"
His white Buick U-turned and careened down the highway, lights flashing but without a siren. Shit, the road was deserted anyway. He'd decided to get it himself because he was savagely pissed at being awakened from a sound sleep. That stacked librarian had really whipped out the energy from his balls. Besides, he enjoyed driving at night, because it gave him time to think and it cleared his head.
But underneath, he had a funny feeling about his wife and daughter, particularly Vicky. He couldn't put his finger on the sensation, but all his sharp cop instincts built up over the years told him to doublecheck back at his own house.
A lot of cops developed that kind of sixth sense over the years, only this time wasn't one of those warning alarms that went off in the back of your mind when you smelled disaster. This was just an uneasy, whose-trying-to-fuck-me-behind-my-back feeling of pure suspicion.
He parked halfway down the block so his car wouldn't crunch gravel in the driveway. Walking fast and soft-footed for a man his size, the sheriff slipped in the front door of his house.
He was halfway up the stairs when he heard the soft wild screams and hot groans, and his blood began to seethe with dangerous fury.
Moving very quietly now he slipped inside the open doorway of his daughter's bedroom. In the semi-darkness he could clearly make out his naked wife on top of his teenage daughter, raping her with that goddamn King-Kong dong.
Two things happened simultaneously: A wild rage exploded inside the sheriff, and at the same time he felt the most savagely hot excitement of his life rise up in his loins, filling his huge rod with a massive rush of blood.
She'd beat him to it, the treacherous bitch! Taking their own daughter's cherry first! But the sight of his sleek naked wife obscenely fucking his sweet, softly curved daughter was undoubtedly the most lustfully stirring spectacle of his long and jaded life.
He stepped inside the bedroom and slammed the door shut with a loud crash. Instantly Val froze in mid-stroke and jerked her head around. Her face was chalk-white. Beneath her, Vicky's lust-glazed eyes stared at her father in stunned disbelief.
Slowly, Val disengaged herself from her daughter's fierce embrace, slipping the dildo out to make the girl yelp. In silence, she unstrapped the monster from her waist and tossed it aside with a long sigh of resignation.
She walked up to her husband, searching his face carefully, trying to gauge how furious he was, noting the wild excitement with satisfaction, but seeing too that his eyes blazed very dangerously.
"I couldn't wait," she said in low voice. "Sorry, Ed."
His right hand, huge and powerful and as tough as steel, Val knew, itched violently. One sudden backhand from him would send her sprawling across the room and very likely break her jaw.
But, staring into his steely burning eyes, she knew he wouldn't hit her. He could kill a man with his bare hands and forget about it an hour later, but for some perverse reason the sheriff could not hit a woman. He could, and did, find a hundred other ways to torture her, though.
He shoved her aside roughly and went over to the bed. Vicky trembled feverishly, staring up at him with shocked wide eyes. "I'm sorry, Dad," she whispered.
He licked his lips, running his eyes over her lush, budding tits, now swollen with raw desire, down over her gently rounded belly, lingering hotly on her silky tangle of soaked cunt-hairs and tender thighs. The most eager hard-on of his life pounded and boiled in his pants.
Without a word, the sheriff quickly stripped.
Shivering on the bed, Vicky watched her father with both a deep fear and a tremendous anticipation. No matter what anyone thought of the brutal sheriff, knowing he was tough, vicious, dangerous, vengeful, with the constant disposition of an irritated rattler, no one could deny he was a man. With his immense prick looming out, a drop of cream seeping from the crimson knob, Vicky couldn't help comparing him to the deputy she'd lost her cherry to. Bob seemed like a handsome but harmless schoolboy when she saw her own ruggedly muscled, immensely hung father.
Before he mounted Vicky, Ed shot an ominous look at his naked wife, who stood a few feet away from the bed, watching with glittering eyes. Val knew what the look meant: How dare she introduce their innocent daughter to sex with an artificial prick when he had the real thing to offer, not a goddamn battery-operated phoney?
Now the sheriff climbed on top of Vicky, who shivered with eerie suspense. Still feverishly primed from being lewdly raped by her mother, her pussy still hot and throbbing and dripping with eagerness, Vicky parted her thighs wide and held her breath.
Ed gripped her swollen tits in his hands and eased his thick rod inside her silken depths. Vicky hugged it tightly in her cunt and sucked in her breath. She wrapped her legs around her father's waist and held onto him tightly, as if she were going on a roller-coaster ride.
Then the sheriff began fucking his daughter with a powerful driving rhythm, jolting thrills ripping through his meat as Vicky's tight, luscious pussy shuddered and squirmed with delight. Her hips began swinging in unison to his relentless lunges.
"Oh, Daddy, unnnngh! Oooooh, you're so big, aaaagh! Daddy, it's... unnng... wild! Yes, yessss! Fuck meeee!"
Pounding deep into her tight, juicy slit, Ed could only gasp and groan with profound excitement. He'd never kept track of the girls and women he'd screwed over the long, strenuous years, but nothing, absolutely nothing, not even his wife Val in her hotly sexy prime, could match his own luscious, fiery daughter for sheer, hot, passionate, ball-tingling, breathtaking cunt.
"Daddy, I'm coming! Oooooo, cominnng!"
It took a supreme effort of will for the sheriff to hold back his own explosive load at that moment. Vicky's madly heaving tits rubbed feverishly against his broad chest, her ass wriggled deliriously in his hands, her cries of bliss rang in his ears and her boiling slit thrashed with pure obscene rapture on his pumping prick, making all the other endlessly hot, eager pussies seem feeble by comparison.
Sitting on the edge of the bed now for a close-up view, Val moaned with her own furious excitement. The depraved, utterly beautiful spectacle of her husband having raw, torrid sex with their young daughter was far more lust-inspiring, far more madly arousing than she'd ever imagined.
She groped down to clutch Ed's huge balls in her fingers and gently hefted and squeezed while craning her neck down to suck on Vicky's ripe little tits, driving the girl into a frenzy of sobbing joy.
Between Vicky's fiercely sucking cunt and his wife's coaxing fingers, the sheriff suddenly found himself starting to spurt his jism in heavy torrents. Wild moans came from Vicky as the cream tickled and tingled and spattered deep in her writhing pussy, and her cunt-honey gushed feverishly in response, until she was completely flooded with juices.
The sheriff rolled over on his back with a long sigh, his naked daughter moaning on one side of him, his panting wife on the other.
His rage at Val was fading quickly now. Hell, what was done was done. At least she'd kept it in the family.
Her pussy still restlessly aching for more, her satiny skin on fire with endless excitement, Vicky huddled down between her father's hairy thighs and kissed his semi-limp cock eagerly. He was stiff and pulsing with lust in less than a minute, and Vicky began sucking him off with crooning sounds, her fiery lips sliding back and forth on his rod to a wanton tempo.
The sheriff gripped her head tightly in his hands and gasped, realized that in spite of her inexperience and crude hunger, she was just like her mother, a natural cocksucker, with a born talent and hunger for oral sex.
Now Val crawled down behind Vicky's ripe, swaying ass and clutched it in her fingers. She showered lewd kisses over the hot cheeks, tracing her burning tongue-tip along the delicate crack of her ass. Then she swiftly snaked her tongue up her daughter's tiny asshole and Vicky wriggled in obscene rapture.
Quickly, Vicky's bedroom became a strange symphony of hot lust as the teenager whipped her greedy mouth up and down on her father's massive rod, while her mother lustfully darted her tongue inside Vicky's wildly pulsing ass and lapped in a fever of excitement, moans and gasps and grunts echoing loudly in the room.
Watching his wife go down ravenously on his beautiful daughter, the sheriff realized they'd found what they were so frantically searching for all these years, the ultimate triangle, the perfect threesome, the nightly orgy that would appease the obscene fire in all three of them.
Only for a moment, while Vicky kissed and sucked and frantically licked his pounding rod, only for a brief period did he think of the accident out on the highway, or concern himself with the fact that they were patiently waiting for him to return with a camera so they could remove the twisted wrecks of metal and life.
What the hell, if he'd learned anything by being a cop for fifteen years, it was that you let the dead bury the dead. The splendor of life was for the living, in the fiercely lewd joy of spurting your hot load into your own daughter's juicy mouth, watching your sexy wife thrill her frenzied thighs at the same time, all three of them coming at once.
But if the tough cop decided he'd solved his own problems, with typical selfishness and ruthlessness he'd left a trail of twisted destinies and bizarre sex-lives in his brutal path. There was Bob's wife, the tawny, sex-obsessed blonde who'd been turned into an eager switch-hitter and nympho by both the sheriff and his wife. And then there was Jenny, the statuesque librarian, whose lust was now running completely out of control, triggered by the sheriff's callous and savage passion with her.
Like ripples from the center of a violent wave, strange and grotesque events were spreading across the small, outwardly quiet town.
If the sheriff knew what was going on in the lush librarian's tortured mind at that moment, even his jaded and cynical mind would have been shocked.
And flattered...