Chapter 3
The Desk Sergeant frowned as he watched the two young boys on the steps outside the door. They certainly didn't seem like the kind who would be pulling a prank like this.
He chewed on his lips for a moment.
Hmmmmmmm. Wasn't there a case recently in which the guy stripped the kid of her blouse and bra, then took her away from the scene of the crime? Blouse and bra. Hmmm-mmm.
He put down the newspaper and picked up the telephone. He dialed a special number. And wasn't that creep Mason involved somehow? He tapped his finger on the desktop while the phone at the other end of the line rang.
A harsh cold voice answered. "Yeah?"
"This is Billings. Night Desk. I've got a report on a missing girl, a teen-ager, Leslie Brown. The M.O. sounds like that case old Mason was involved in last year. Blouse and bra left at the scene. I think it should be checked out as soon as possible. You remember what he did to that little girl last time."
"Yeah. I remember he was only a suspect, Billings. But we'll have a React car check him out. What's the lead time?"
"About an hour and fifteen minutes."
"Wonderful. We're on it."
"Thanks," Billings said. He hung up the phone, satisfied that he'd done his duty. He returned to the newspaper, and finished the article he'd been reading on Great Sex Crimes of the Century.
Frank and Doris Hartman, laughing hysterically and more than a little high, rounded the corner in their battered old van and spotted the headlights immediately.
"Must be a fucking car off the road, baby!" Frank snorted.
"Yep! Gonna stop and give 'em a hand, Frankie?"
"Yeah, why not! Might be a reward in it, huh?"
He pulled the van over to the shoulder, and shut it off. He pushed his door open and fell out onto the grassy slope. The cool evening air felt great. He staggered down the slope to the car. Its motor was still running.
Doris came staggering up beside him. Together, they looked inside and saw the man crumpled down on the floor in the front.
"Ick! He's dead, I bet!" Doris said. She turned away.
"Nan! Just another fucking drunk!" Frank told her. He pounded hard on the window. "Hey! You fucking asshole! Don't you know drinking and driving don't mix! Hey!"
Frank fumbled the door open, and knelt. He found the man's arm, and felt for his pulse. Frank worked in a hospital in the city, as an orderly. He frowned at the limp arm.
"No pulse, baby!" he called back over his shoulder to Doris.
"Ick! I told you!" she called back. She sat down on the grass and took her shoes off. She dipped her bare feet in the cold water. It felt good.
Frank started to haul the dead man out of the car, then cocked his head. Why should he do that? The guy was dead. He sure wasn't uncomfortable. Frank grinned as he realized he had been trying to get the guy downstairs to the morgue! But he wasn't even in the hospital!
"Stupid ass!" he told himself.
He dropped the arms, and began inspecting the rest of the car. Maybe there was something he and Doris could use. Maybe some stash, or money, or even a bottle of booze.
He pulled out the man's wallet and tossed it over to Doris.
"Ick!" she screamed. She brushed it off her lap as though it was a vile cockroach, and squirmed her ass away from it.
"Chicken shit!" Frank laughed at her.
He dug his fingers under the seats and came up with dirt and a few stiff french fries. Nothing useful. He began searching the back seat.
It took him only a few minutes of digging to determine that the car held nothing he could use. Only some coils of rope, and a couple of empty cans of beer.
"Try the trunk, honey bunch!" Doris called. Her feet felt so much better in the cool water.
"Right on, baby! The trunk! Maybe I'll find an elephant in it!"
He grabbed the keys out of the ignition. The headlights went dead. He walked back to the trunk, sloshing out into the rushing muddy water knee-deep.
When he finally got the trunk lifted, he screamed: "Ahhhhhhh!"
"What is it, Frank?" Doris shrieked back. She leaped up, and started running up the slope toward the van.
"Hey, Doris! Get back down here! There's a little girl back here! She's all trussed up like a little piggy! And whew, does she stink!"
Doris went back down to the car, wading carefully around to Frank's side. She peered into the trunk.
"What the fuck is she doing in there like that?" she asked.
Frank shrugged. "Pretty little thing, ain't she?"
Doris peered closer. "Yeah, she sure is. But she's gone and messed her panties but good!"
"Well, shit or no shit, let's haul her the fuck out of there!" Frank said, reaching in and digging his arms under her limp little form. He lifted Leslie out of the trunk and waded back to the slope, where he laid her down gently.
"Fucking nice tits on her, eh, baby?"
"Just the way you like 'em, Frankie!" Doris said. She tried to give the man a grin, but the morbid scene was getting to her. She watched as Frank knelt and felt the girl's pulse. It was his one bit of medical knowledge, and he used it at every opportunity.
"Good and strong! She's kicking. Old fart up front must have kidnapped this little filly, chucked her in the trunk, then had a fucking heart attack or something."
"It's creepy, Frank!" Doris said, grabbing his shoulder. "Let's put her in the van and get the hell out of here!"
"Right, babe! Go on ahead and open up the back end."
Frank lifted Leslie's limp body again, and carried her awkwardly back up the slippery hillside. Doris had a mattress laid out in the back of the van, and stepped aside as Frank laid the child on it, tenderly arranging her so she was lying on her tummy.
He patted the child's soiled ass over her skirt and panties, feeling the lump of shit inside.
"Sleep tight, kid. We'll have you home in a flash!"
"Maybe you oughta undo her wrists, Frankie. They look kind of puffy."
"You hop in there with her, baby! I'll get us hauling out of here!"
"Good idea, Frankie," Doris agreed. She took the helping hand and crawled into the back of the truck with Leslie. Frank slammed the rear doors shut, and rushed around to the driver's seat. He started the van and moved off down the bumpy dirt road.
As they pulled out onto the main highway, an unmarked police car turned onto the dirt road.
Jerry left Jim at his house, and walked the streets aimlessly. His rage had cooled to thick dark despair. He shook occasionally, a quiet sob bursting from his throat.
Eventually, he found himself standing on the sidewalk in front of Wendy's house.
Wendy, he knew, was Leslie's best girlfriend. Maybe she was in the same state he was, lost and despairing. Maybe they could help each other through this time of trouble.
He walked up the walk to the front door, and rang the bell.
"Yes?" the woman said from behind the screen door.
"Is Wendy home? I'm Jerry. I need to talk to her for a little while."
Wendy's mother pushed the door wide.
"Oh, you dear boy. Is it about Leslie?"
Jerry nodded.
"Well, Wendy's up in her bedroom. I think it will be all right if you just go on up, young man."
Jerry thanked the woman, then went slowly up the stairs. He knocked lightly at Wendy's door.
"Come in," Wendy said. She didn't know it was Jerry. She thought it was her mother. She looked up slowly as she heard the door click shut.
Jerry!" she gasped!
She was standing in the center of the room, stark raving naked.
"Jerry!" she said again, controlling her voice. She reached into her closet and yanked out a thin robe. She turned her back on the boy, affording him a view of her delightfully tight little ass, and her trim long legs! She wrapped the robe about her shoulders, slipped her arms through the sleeves, and closed the front over her chest. Then she turned back to the boy.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
"You're really beautiful, Wendy." Jerry spoke slowly.
"Jerry!" Wendy scolded him. After all, he was Leslie's boyfriend, and Leslie was missing.
"I had to talk to somebody about it, Wendy. Your mother sent me up."
"Well, sit down. I've just been crying about it myself."
"I tried to get the police to help, but they won't do anything until tomorrow. If then."
"Darn it! If only her mother and father were home!"
Jerry nodded, then gave a snort. "For all the good they'd do!"
Wendy sighed, and sat down on her bed beside Jerry. She looked at his face. He'd obviously been crying, too. He must really care for her. She watched him sigh and wipe at his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Jerry."
He nodded again, looking at Wendy's bare knees peeping out from under the hem of her robe.
He felt his cock stirring. He bit his lip, but kept looking at Wendy's knees.
She saw his gaze, and tried to push the hem down over her knees. The robe was an old one, and too short. She sighed very loudly, trying to get the boy's attention.
But she already had his attention.
His full attention.
Her heart went out to him. She grew warmer, letting the fog of her romantic dreaming roll over her. Poor Jerry, pining away for his lost love. She reached out and took his sweaty hand between her own cool delicate hands, and held it tightly.
"It'll be OK, Jerry," she whispered.
Oh, how she longed to be able to comfort this poor lost soul. She had always thought Jerry was a handsome young man. How lucky Leslie was to have such a loyal boyfriend.
She took Jerry's hand, and in all innocence, she pressed the hot hand to her knee.
"Do what you want, Jerry," she whispered huskily. It was how they did it in the movies. It was all she could offer. She gulped as she felt his hand clutch her bare knee and begin a slow journey upward, stroking firmly against the smooth bare skin of her warm thigh.
She felt her heart give a leap.
His hand crept closer to her cunt. She tightened her thighs and grabbed Jerry's wrist in her hands, pressing it back to her knee.
He turned his big wet eyes toward her face.
Her heart melted.
She let go of Jerry's wrist, and laid herself back on her bed. She hesitated one final moment, then spread her knees apart.
Her heart began thudding in her chest.
Jerry's hand suddenly jammed itself high between her thighs, his fingers clawing at her hairy little cunt.
Wendy jerked.
"God!" she whispered, licking her lips. She threw her arm across her eyes. Poor Jerry was really in need! She opened her thighs farther and felt his hand urgently working her cunt mound.
"Wait!" she cried weakly.
Jerry gritted his teeth and cupped her hot moist mound hard!
"What?" he gasped.
Wendy gasped and gulped hard, her heart pounding wildly.
"Lock my door first! Hurry!"
Jerry jumped up, rushed to the door, locked it. He dove back onto the bed beside Wendy.
"What about your mother?"
"She's half-deaf. She never interferes," the little girl told him. She was burning up! "Hurry! Touch me! Feel me, Jerry! Feel my hot cunt! I need you!"
It was happening so fucking fast.
Only seconds before, she'd been getting ready for bed, alone. Now, she was stretched out on her bed, but there was an eager boy beside her. In her own bedroom. With her mother right downstairs. And she was so fucking hot!
"Ohhhhhhh, Jerry!" she cried as she felt his hand at her crotch again.
She wanted him to feel her pussy! She needed to be held and touched. But Jerry read her wrong. He thought she wanted a good fucking!
He clawed at her young pussy with one hand, while he hauled out his prick with the other. Wendy struggled only briefly as she felt the robe stripped away from her body, baring her nipples to the boy's eyes.
Wendy lay under his strong hard body, utterly naked. She arched into the kneading, urgent hand at her crotch. She dragged her legs wide-open, and humped his fist, the clutching fingers tearing at her cunt hair.
But she cried out in pain as she felt Jerry's mouth on her nipple, gnawing at her hardened nub. His teeth raked over her sensitive tit-tip harshly. She moaned low-pain and pleasure mixed.
"Please, Jerry! Feel me all over! Kiss me all over! Suck on my nipples, Jerry! That feels so nice! Do it again!" Wendy thrashed about under Jerry's body. She felt out of control. Too fast. It was happening too fast!
Her hips jerked. Before she knew it, her body reacted to the hard head of Jerry's prick, battering at her virgin cunt hole!
Her mind recoiled.
"Jerry! Jerry! Nooooo! I'm a virgin! Nooooo! You can't! Please, noooooooo!" Wendy begged. But she kept her voice low, almost whispering into the boy's ear. She tried to clench her thighs together again, but Jerry was lying between them, his cock pumping against the entrance to her cunt.
"Oh, Jerry! I know you need it! I know you want me so bad! But I'm a virgin! I can't! Please!" the young girl pleaded, her head rolling weakly from side to side.
Jerry's lips on her nipple were torturing her. The most pleasant kind of torment. She loved it. It was driving the girl mad with lust.
"Let me, Wendy! Oh, I need you! Please! Please let me be the first!"
Wendy knew it was wrong. She knew that if Leslie ever found out what she'd let Jerry do, they would never be friends again. But Jerry needed her so bad! And it was all for Leslie's sake. All for her boyfriend's sake. She just had to help him!
She clawed at his back.
She spread her legs wide.
"Do it!" she cried, her voice muffled as she rammed her mouth against the boy's shoulder. He lifted upward over her body, punching his cock-head at her virgin cunt hole. Wendy cried and gritted her teeth against the pain.
"Oh! It hurts!"
Jerry ignored her cries. He wanted in. His cock felt like it was going to blow apart. His balls felt like two hard baseballs, dragging at his cock. He rammed harder, pressed between the child's pussy lips, and suddenly, with a loud gasp, sank to the hilt up her tight cunt channel.
Wendy threw back her head and quickly grabbed her pillow and crushed it over her face. She howled in pain!
But her legs suddenly jerked high, and her thighs hugged Jerry's body tightly. Her legs wrapped themselves around Jerry's legs.
She felt his huge fat cock filling her cunt channel.
She never thought she'd feel so fucking full! And it felt good!
She felt the boy begin moving, dragging the full length of his hot cock out of her pussy, almost completely, then suddenly jamming it all the way into her, banging hard against her firm cunt mound.
"Ooooooooo! God! It hurts! It feels so fucking fine! It hurts," she whined, gasping hard.
Her arms locked around the boy's neck, hugging him so hard he fought away from her. She left her arms hang about him loosely. His cock was all she could feel. It had become her whole world!
"Fuck you, Wendy! Fuck you, you fucking whore!" Jerry cried.
He slammed his prick in and out of Wendy's tight cunt harder and harder, cursing her continuously.
Wendy began crying.
"Don't call me those awful things, Jerry! Please!" she whimpered.
"Fucking bitch! Fuck your pussy, you shit eating whore!"
Jerry pumped into her, humping her faster and faster, his hands pressing down on her bony shoulders, hurting her. Wendy felt his humping cock running deep into her body, frictioning her quickly swelling clit into a burning frenzy of lust. It screamed for release. Jerry's cock rode over it like a rod of molten iron.
Wendy clawed hard at the boy's back, ripping a few ribbons into his shirt. She was sweating hard. So was Jerry. They were both panting wildly, humping and gasping, both silent now except for the sound of their painful breathing, and the bouncing of the springs in the bed.
"I'm a virgin!" Wendy wept uncontrollably. She kept saying it over and over! "I'm a virgin! I'm a virgin, Jerry!"
But the friction in her cunt was delicious.
Her clit responded much faster than her mind. She felt the pressure building higher and higher. And suddenly, she felt Jerry give a loud gasp, and he rammed his thighs tightly against hers! His cock sank deep into her tight cunt, and she felt his hot scalding cum blast into her virgin pussy.
Jerry clawed at the sheets beneath Wendy's head, his fingers pulling on her hair and bringing tears of pain to her pretty eyes! She shook her head to free his fingers, but it didn't work! It only hurt her more! But she let it go, feeling the quickly rising tide of pressure and pleasure sweeping into her loins.
He nipples had burst into full glory. Jerry's shirtfront rubbed back and forth over them as his cock flooded her cunt hole! She squirmed wildly, her thighs clenching the boy's sides, her nipples scraping eagerly and harshly over his shirt, her cunt sucking his juices.
And her clit rubbed itself off against the smooth, sleek, come smeared sides of Jerry's ramming prick. Wendy came!
She arched her body high off the mattress, lifting Jerry's heavy weight with her. She bounced and bobbed all over the place beneath him.
Her cunt gushed. She cried out loudly, shoving her forearm into her mouth to keep from screaming. Her body was taut and arched in a rigid bow beneath Jerry's humping body.
His cock spurted his cum into her pussy, filling her channel too full and his thick white cream began squirting out her cunt with each thrust he made.
And her own cum was mixed with it.
She cried over and over against her arm, biting down hard. It was overpowering her. Wave after scalding wave of orgasm crashed over her.
She finally dropped back to her bed and gave a final shudder as the last drops of cum drizzled out around the base of Jerry's hard cock.
Jerry suddenly dropped down hard onto her naked sweaty body. Wendy's cunt-walls automatically contracted, squeezing the last of his cum into her womb!
Both children sighed.
They were drenched.
It had happened so unbelievably fast!
Wendy's mind was still in a wild whirl, her body burning with pleasure and shame.
Jerry sniffed and sighed.
"Well, you're not a virgin anymore, Leslie," he whispered into her ear.
Wendy stiffened.
She felt the tears flood out of her eyes. "I'm not Leslie," she whispered back. Jerry lifted up and looked into the girl's eyes. He was on the verge of tears, too. "I'm sorry, Wendy!"
Wendy sniffled. She lifted her arms and hugged the boy, drawing him down on top of her tightly.
"It's OK, Jerry. I understand."
Jerry let it go at that. He had forgotten entirely about poor Leslie's plight while fucking her best girlfriend! And Wendy had been one hell of a great fuck! God! She was the best!
Jerry began kissing Wendy's earlobe, teasing her with the tip of his tongue. She cocked her head, trying to avoid the licking.
"Stop that, you silly guy!"
"You love it!" he chuckled, nuzzling his lips against the soft warm pulse of the girl's smooth throat.
"Yes, I do!" Wendy giggled back.
They both jumped at the knock on the door. Wendy's mother called to them.
"Everything all right in there, honey?"
"Yes, Mom!" Wendy said. Then she lowered her voice and hugged Jerry hard "Oh, yes!"