Chapter 4

I found Ida sitting in the room with Josie. Fighting down the anger, I stepped over to her and knelt beside Ida's chair. "Can you describe him?" I asked.

Her head was bowed again, and her hands trembled as they pleated and unpleated a fold of her skirt. She was slipping back into the wooden insularity of shock. I hated to hound her this way, but when the doctor arrived, he'd give her a sedative, and it might be twelve hours before I could talk to her again.

"Can you give me any kind of description of him?" I asked gently.

She raised her head a little and focused her eyes on me, and drew a hand across her face in a bewildered gesture. She took a shaky breath. "I-I-"

Josie shot me an angry and troubled glance. "Hadn't you ought to leave her alone? The poor child can't take no more."

"I know," I said.

Mrs. Lang made a last effort. "I'm all right." She paused, and then went on in a voice that was almost inaudible and was without any expression at all. "I think he was about thirty-five ... about six feet, but very thin. He had sandy hair, and pale blue eyes, and he'd been out in the sun a lot. You know, wrinkles in the corners of the eyes ... bleached eyebrows...."

Her voice trailed off.

"You're doing fine," I told her. "Can you think of anything else?"

She took a deep breath. "He had on a white shirt ... but no tie."

"Any distinguishing marks? Scars, things like that?"

She shook her head.

A car came to a stop in the gravel outside. I stood up. "What's the doctor's name?" I asked Josie.

"Dr. Graham," she said.

I went out. A youngish man with a pleasant, alert face and a blond crewcut was slamming the door of a Chevrolet sedan. He had a small black bag in his hand.

"Dr. Graham? My name's Chatham," I said. We shook hands, and I told him quickly what had happened. "On top of all the rest of it, I suppose it overloaded her. Hysteria, shock-I don't know exactly what you'd call it. But I think she's on the edge of a nervous breakdown."

"Yes, I see. We'd better have a look at her," he said politely, but with the quick impatience of all physicians for all lay diagnosis. I followed him inside.

He spoke to her, and then frowned at the woodenness of her response. "We'd better get her into the bedroom," he said. "If you'll help-"

"Just bring your bag," I said.

She tried to protest and stand, but I picked her up and followed Josie in through the curtained doorway behind the desk. It was a combined living room and dining room. There were two doorways opposite. The one on the right led into the bedroom. It was cool and quiet, with the drapes closed against the sun, and furnished with quiet good taste. The rug was pearl gray, and there was a double bed covered with a dark blue corduroy spread. I placed her on it.

"I'm all right now," she said, trying to sit up. I pushed her gently back onto the pillow. Framed by her dark and tousled hair, her face was like a white wax.

Dr. Graham placed his bag on a chair and was taking out the stethoscope. He nodded for me to leave. "You stay," he said to Josie.

I went back through the Outer room. It had a fireplace at one end, and there were a number of mounted fish on the walls and some enlarged photographs of boats. I thought absently that the fish were dolphin, but I paid little attention to them. I was in a hurry. I grabbed up the phone in the office and called the sheriff.

"He's not here," a man's voice said. "This is Redfield. What can I do for you?"

"I'm calling from the Magnolia Lodge-" I began. "Yes?" he interrupted. "What's wrong out there now?" The voice wasn't harsh so much as it was abrupt and impatient, and somehow annoyed.

"Vandalism," I said. "An acid job. Somebody's wrecked one of the rooms."

"Acid? When did it happen?"

"Sometime between two a.m. and daylight."

"He rented the room? Is that it?" In spite of the undertone of annoyance or whatever it was, this one obviously had more on the ball than that comedian I'd talked to yesterday. There was a tough professional competence in the way he snapped the questions.

"That's right," I said. "How about shooting a man out here?"

"You've got a license number? Description of the car?"

"The car's a green Ford sedan," I replied, and quickly repeated her description of the man. "The license number was a phony. The plates were stolen."

"Hold it a minute!" He cut in brusquely. "What do you mean, they're stolen? How would you know?"

"Because they were mine. My car's in the garage, being worked on. The Chevrolet and Buick agency-"

"Not so fast. Just who are you, anyway?"

I told him. Or started to. He interrupted me again. "Look, I don't get you in this picture at all. Put Mrs. Lang on."

"She's collapsed," I said. "The doctor's with her. How about getting a man out here to look at that mess?"

"Stick around. We'll want to talk to you," he said, and he hung up.

I wasn't going anywhere. It suddenly occurred to me to be suspicious of the providential appearances of those two teenage temptresses. While I'd been having a ball with the blonde and the Seminole, somebody had figured it would be a good time to trash Ida's place. Maybe they had been sent to distract me. Maybe they could answer some of my questions. The biggest question in my mind was: Did they feel like having another go at it?

I hurried back to the cabin where they were still sprawled naked on the bed, out cold from last night's debauch. I jerked them off the bed and hurried them into the shower, shedding my own clothes on the way. They didn't really wake up until the hot water started to hit them.

"What the hell!" Lulu shrieked, struggling to free her slick wet body from my embrace.

"Shut up, kid. You don't expect me to eat your cunt when it's still full of last night's cum, do you?"

That shut her up, and she went to work soaping up her pussy while I shook the other sleeping beauty awake. She just sagged into my arms and began running her motor before she was fully conscious, rubbing her monumental tits against me and humping against my hard cock with her matted cum-crusted pussy.

"Knock it off, blondie," I said, shaking her some more. "A dirty mind in a clean body, that's my motto. Give my cock a wash, if you want something useful to do."

Her baby blues snapped open at last. She took the soap from Lulu and worked up a rich, foamy lather around my balls, spreading it onto my stiff cock, then down my legs and up my belly and chest. Then Lulu soaped up my ass. The feel of their busily caressing little hands drove my excitement up to a feverish pitch, but I held it under tight control, relishing the exquisite sensations that only a lot of warm soapy water and a lot of willing teenage cunt can give a man.

After I twisted around in the delightful crowded confines of the stall to rinse myself under the sting of a thousand hot needles, I took the soap and went to work on Lulu, lathering up her cunt and spreading the foam all over her slim nubile body. She twisted and arched her back, moaning with pleasure, digging it every bit as much as I had.

"Why don't you soap me up, too, Charlie?" . Brenda pleaded, pressing her nude wet body against my back, raking me with her diamond-hard nipples.

I turned, having soothed my hands all over Lulu's water-slicked body. I had just enough room to turn around between them in the narrow space, but that made it all the more pleasant. It seemed I was pressed everywhere by soft feminine flesh while the hot spray washed over us.

Brenda's tits looked good enough to eat, beaded all over with the glittering droplets. Before I began to soap her, I lowered my face and sucked one of her boobs into my mouth. Lulu pressed her soapy body against my back and reached between my legs to tickle my balls.

With all this stimulation, my cock felt like it was going to crowd us all out of the shower. I had wondered if it would ever get stiff again after the last round last night, when I had alternated rapid-fire fucking of these two girls, giving first Brenda five or six strokes, then Lulu, then switching back, doing it so fast and furiously that I made both of them cum at about the same time.

"Are there any more like you?" I asked Brenda, wondering if I could improve on my record with five or six chicks at once.

"There are three of them, plus my Mom, who looks like Angie Dickinson and can fuck rings around the four of us, but I wouldn't worry about that at the moment."

"You've got your hands full right now," Lulu agreed, and that was true, they were full of the blonde's tits, just as Lulu's hands were full of my prick and balls.

"What I'd like to fill up at the moment is my mouth," I said, squirming down between Lulu and Brenda until I was on my knees in the shower.

"Oh!" Brenda cried in surprise, and then she sighed with pleasure when I lifted my face and began licking her cunt. Warm water ran down the vee of her crotch in twin rivulets to splash over my chin as I ate her. She gripped my hair to maintain her balance in the slippery stall as I licked and sucked her dripping hair pie.

The shower curtain was yanked back abruptly and someone peered inside. Kneeling between the two girls, with the spray of the shower falling on my face, I couldn't see who it was, but I was horrified by the thought that it might be Ida. I was afraid she might think less of me if she found me in a situation like this.

"Who the hell are you?" I demanded, trying to brazen it out.

"My name's Frannie," she said, taking a big load off my mind.

"It's my Mom, that I was telling you about," Brenda grumbled. "Speak of the devil."

"Don't sass me, miss. I figured you'd be here in this den of iniquity. I was going to give you hell and drag you home by the hair if I found you just sleeping off another all-night gangbang, but seeing as your boyfriend is still here and so pretty-looking a fella, I'll just ask if I can join in."

"Come on in," I said, "the water's fine."

I had doubted Brenda's description of her mother, but when she pulled the curtain back all the way to reveal herself in stark-naked glory, I had to admit that the girl had done her justice. Her body was even lither and firmer than that of her somewhat overblown daughter. She certainly didn't look like the mother of such a well-developed young lady.

"Here, lover, try this flavor," she said, squatting slightly as she entered the shower and arching her pelvis forward to rub my ear with her muff. I turned from Brenda to plant a kiss on the tender flesh of her mother's pussy, untouched yet by the shower but already damp with its own seeping juices.

After I'd had a thorough taste of Frannie, I went back to my unfinished work on Brenda. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Lulu slide her hand up the older woman's leg to finger her cunt.

"Hey, are you queer?" Frannie demanded.

"Sometimes," Lulu said candidly. "You don't want your pussy to get cold, do you? After all, Charlie's got only one mouth, and that's pretty full at the moment."

"It'd be frozen solid if I had to depend on this son of a bitch to keep it warm," she said, giving me a shove. "What do you see in my daughter that you don't see in me?"

"Give me time, honey," I mumbled around Brenda's muff.

At that moment Lulu moved forward to straddle my shoulders and rinse off the lather that covered her. I felt the hot suds sluicing from her body to run down my back.

"I think the soap's all off my cunt now, Charlie," the ravenous redskin said. "You feel like checking it out now?"

I struggled around on my knees until I faced Lulu. I had barely raised my face, blinded by the spray, when she shoved her cunt down hotly on my mouth. The taste of soap was gone now, but so was the characteristic taste of her delicious pussy. I had to content myself with enjoying merely the texture of the soft hairy delight without its fragrant taste and aroma.

At last under my skillful tonguing Lulu's juices began to flow freely, giving her pussy a definite taste of its own, when she abruptly turned it away from me. Her slick thigh rubbed my cheek, and the next thing I knew she had presented the wet dimpled cheeks of her ass to me.

"How about a rim-job, honey?" she wheedled. "That's one thing you never did get around to giving me last night."

Licking a girl's asshole was not high on my list of favorite things, but hers was such a pretty, puckered little bud, and she had asked so nicely, that I didn't see how I could deny her the pleasure. She leaned forward to urge me on, thrusting the voluptuous tawny hemispheres slightly upward.

"Doesn't anything disgust you people?" Frannie demanded-and then she added, with a giggle: "If not, I guess I've come to the right place."

"When you get finished licking, Charlie, how about fucking me in the butt?" Lulu asked sweetly. "I really got off last night watching you do that to Brenda, and you never did get around to me."

Her words made me tingle with excitement. Doing it to Brenda had been a special thrill for me, too. Now, with my tongue buried in Lulu's rectum, the idea was irresistibly appealing. I squirmed to my feet while she bent forward even further, gripping a towel bar for balance as she thrust her ass back. I guided my prick with my hand until the head nudged against the tiny opening. At the first pressure, its soap-slicked length began to slide easily inward.

"I can do that, too, you know!" Frannie cried in exasperation. "Are you one of those fellas that just gives a girl a lick and a promise?"

"You'll get your turn," I said, confident that I could keep this erection up for a long, long time after last night's herculean bout of cumming.

"I ought to be home feeding the alligators," Frannie grumbled. "They get nervous and irritable if ... oh, my, that feels good!"

I turned to see that Brenda was kneeling behind her succulent mother. The shower was damned crowded, but through the steamy haze and the luscious tangle of female flesh, I could discern that the voluptuous blonde was tonguing her ass. Frannie wriggled slightly forward, and I felt a rhythmic pressure as the older woman began to play with the Indian girl's pussy.

Lulu groaned, spreading her feet wider, leaning forward even more, as the last inches of my hot prick squeezed its way into her ass. The inward slide had been so easy that I was sure she'd played this game more than once. My excitement mounted feverishly as I looked down to see the bulging stem of my cock protruding from the wide-stretched rim at the base of her delicious ass cleft. I began stroking inward and downward, forcing her to grip the towel bar until her knuckles turned white.

The squeeze of Lulu's asshole had been delicious until now, but suddenly a new thrill was added that made the experience pleasurable beyond anything I had previously imagined. It was as if a pair of parallel ridges had developed inside the scalding tube that pressed against the head of my cock. I felt them squeezing and tickling me as I drove in and out. I couldn't explain it, but then I saw that Frannie was grinning at me, amused by my look of bafflement.

"How do you like that?" she asked.

"How do you know...?"

"I've got two fingers inside the redskin bitch's cunt. Feel?"

I felt Lulu's rectum give a little twitch as Frannie spoke, and I realized what was happening. Frannie's fingers, squeezed deep inside Lulu's cunt, were pressing the membrane that separated the two passages against the head of my prick.

"Wow, that's what I call attention!" Lulu cried. "It's almost too much of a good thing."

"How about if I eat you, will you let me have a turn on his cock?" Frannie asked eagerly. "I'm just about dying for it, if I get any more horny I'll go home and get one of the 'gators to fuck me."

"Well ... okay," Lulu said.

"All right, Charlie. Only I want mine in the cunt now. We can do all the fancy stuff later," Frannie said, tugging at my arm.

I was reluctant to release my cock from the clutch of the sexy Seminole's asshole, but the prospect of getting into the statuesque alligator farmer was a powerful inducement. Lulu sighed as I pulled my throbbing prick out of her rectum, and I believed at least half her sigh was due to relief. Experienced or not, I doubted she'd ever taken on a cock as big as mine in her ass before.

At Frannie's instructions, I leaned against the wall of the shower and inched down until I was squatting on my haunches, and then I worked my legs out through the tangle until I was sitting on the wet floor. My face pressed into Frannie's firm belly for a moment as she worked her way down over me. Her tits rubbed my mouth as she squatted further, and then I gasped as I felt an excruciating trickle of warmth and wetness lowering over the head of my prick, coming down on me as slightly as a gentle rain. Her cunt was every bit as good as I'd imagined. It seemed all the more squirmy and moist in comparison to Lulu's asshole.

Soon my mind wandered off into a euphoric haze of female flesh glowing rosily from the humid heat of the shower and the even hotter humidity of their inflamed pussies, a dream of running water and bulging breasts and dimpled buttocks, probing fingers and soft stickiness, hot kisses and lecherous squeezes, strokes and sighs and squeals and moans and grunts, with the piston plunges of Frannie's driving hips and my own hot cock in the center of the action. Soon I felt my cock begin to throb, to pump cum out of my balls and hurl it upward to flood Frannie's cunt with spraying jets of gism.

They wanted me to stay in the shower, but I already felt like I was growing webs between my toes, and I had work to attend to. I went back to my own cabin and found the name of a private investigator, Victor Lane, in the Miami directory. I called and asked him to get me all the dope he could on Strader, and to call me back at the motel.

I had just left my cabin when a deputy named Magruder showed up to check the ruined cabin. He wasn't much interested. I asked if he would at least look at the acid jugs.

"Well, what about the jugs? They had acid in 'em. So I know that already."

I was beginning to get it now, though not the reason for it. Even this scenic and posturing hero wasn't that stupid. He knew what you did with those jugs. You checked them for prints; you found out what kind of acid had been in them; then you found out where they'd been stolen from, and how, and went on from there. It was a deliberate goof-off.

"Then you're not interested? Is that it?"

"I didn't say that, did I?"

"How do you get hold of the sheriff of this county?" I asked. "Is there a password, or something? I've tried the office twice-"

"Try the Mayo Clinic," he suggested. Then he added. "It's in Minnesota."

"Thanks," I said. "But maybe somebody's in charge while he's gone? It's happened."

"Sure," he said. "Redfield."

"I see."

"You remember him; you talked to him on the phone." He grinned. "He mentioned it."

"Sure," I said, "I remember him. That's what puzzles me. He sounded like a cop."

He turned and stared coldly. "What do you mean by that?"

"Did he tell you to goof off? Or is it your idea?"

"He did tell me to find out who the hell you are," he snapped. "Turn around and put your hands against the wall."

"Cut it out," I said.

"Turn around!"

I sighed, and put my hands against the wall. He shook me down for the gun he knew I didn't have. Then he caught me by the shoulder and whirled me around facing him, and did it again. He managed to get an elbow under my chin a couple of times, pull my shirt tail out, and step on my feet, but as a rough frisk it was pretty crude. Any rookie could have done better. Humiliation is the only object of it, anyway, and without an audience it's pointless. He stepped back.

"You through?" I asked. "You got any identification?"

"It's in my hip pocket. You've been over it three times."

"Give it here."

I took out the wallet, deliberately removed the money from it, and handed it to him. His face reddened. He shuffled through the identification.

His eyes jerked up at me. "A cop, huh?"

"I was one," I said, "What are you doing around here?"

"I'm going to wash the acid out of that room, as soon as we finish this comedy routine."

"I mean, what're you hanging around for? What have you got to do with this place? And Mrs. Lang?"

"I'm staying here, while they fix my car."

"How come you're working for her? Can't you pay for your room?"

"Let's just say she's a friend of mine. And I thought she needed help."

"A friend, huh? How long have you known her?"

"A little less than a day."

He gave me a cold smile. "You sure make friends fast. Or maybe she does."

"Tell me something," I said. "How does it happen she can't get any police protection?"

"Who said she couldn't?"

"Look around you."

"What do you expect us to do?" he asked.

"Stay out here night and day because people don't like her?"

"Who doesn't?" I asked. "If you're supposed to be a cop, I'd think that would suggest something to you. It's just barely possible the guy who dumped that acid in there didn't like her."

"Round up half the people in town? Is that it?"

"You know better than that. There's not a half-dozen people in any town that'd do a job like this."

I was wasting my breath. He turned away, and stepped down on the gravel. "Here's your stuff," he said, and tossed the wallet on the concrete at my feet.

"Thanks," I said.

"Don't mention it. And there's one more thing. If it was me, I'd be plenty careful who I got mixed up with around here. She's going to have all the police attention she wants one of these days."

"Yes?" I said. I'd been wondering if he'd come out and say it. "Why?"

"If you've been around here a day, you know why. She killed her husband."

"Then you don't arrest people for that around here, and try them?" I asked. "You just let hoodlums burn their places down with acid?"

"You arrest 'em as soon as you've got a case," he said. "You're able to tell everybody how to run a police department, you ought to know that."

"Did you ever hear of slander?" I asked.

He nodded. "Sure. And did you ever try to prove it without witnesses?"

He went over and started to get in his car. "Wait a minute," I said. He paused and turned.

I reached down and picked up the wallet. "You wanted to see me do it, didn't you? I wouldn't want to spoil your whole day."

He stared coldly, but said nothing as he drove off.