Here we are again, folks with Part 5 of the sprawling epic that is HOT AND FUZZY. I hope you’re enjoying it so far and I guess if you’re returning to read some more you probably are. I guess that means that I should just shut up and let you get on with it then.
Enjoy.
Day 4
Splitsville
I woke up alone.
I turned to look where Mel should have been and was suddenly reminded that not only was she not next to me, but that I wasn't even in the honeymoon suite. We had remained silent in the Uber journey back to the hotel only for the row to blaze away once we had returned to our room. Mel had sent me out of the honeymoon suite with my stuff so I would be able to get dressed in my uniform today, but that was it. I was now in the Mussburger suite which was like all the other suites in this hotel in that it had its own name but looked identical to every other room. Access to the rest of my clothes was strictly forbidden due to everything that had gone on the night before. The argument we had been embroiled in was still fresh in my mind. I was furious about Mel's afternoon bukkake, and she was pissed-off with my orgy dalliance the day before with it all coming to a head after the foursome with Talia and Trent.
I looked down at my naked self to see even mini-Mike was not showing his usual defiant self, instead he was lurking in a flaccid, self-pitying state, as if even he was saying "leave me alone". I thought of Mel, I thought of Catherine and I thought of Martine, Michelle and even Talia and realised just how badly I was fucking things up. I had to get things sorted and fast.
I got dressed in my uniform and stared at the reflection in the mirror. Yesterday I felt like I was such hot-shit, fucking around with various women and even had my Mel back but in just 24 hours I had managed to seemingly lose it all. Instead of the face in the mirror seeming lean and hungry I seemed gaunt and frail by comparison. I could have stayed there staring at myself, picking myself apart and feeling trapped in a well of self-criticism but I had to move...I had to get out...but, before I did I picked up the one thing that would always tell me the truth even if I didn't want to hear it.
"Does Mel still love me?" I asked. I shook the eight-ball like I was trying to get rid of the last of the ketchup from a bottle, almost unable to stop, until I realised I had to in order for the answer to appear. Eventually the little triangular face appeared like a premonition of fucking doom.
Reply Hazy, try again
Fucking non-committal answer. I did not need that. I left my room and looked down the hall to the Honeymoon suite. The door was closed but I could hear the sounds of the hallway again; sighs, whimpers and moans seemed to echo all the way from our former happy place down to me. Clearly no-one else was engaging in sexual activities except Mel. I tried to block out my imagination and empty my head of imagery but I couldn't help it. I knew what was going on in the honeymoon suite and could see it all as clear as day.
Mel writhed on the bed as Sylvia's red billowing locks bobbed between her legs and lapped at her slit, while the two young women, Steph and Sara, suckled on Mel's ample tits. Shaun watched as the women moved on the bed, all engaging in their own pleasure as the three women feasting on Mel all diddled their middles with their fingers as their naked bodies tied together in sexual delirium. Steph and Sara sucked on Mel's pierced nipples as she giggled and gurgled in delight.
Shaun moved over and tapped his red-haired wife on the shoulder and she stood up and grabbed the man's sizeable appendage and began to stroke it before looking at Mel, face-up and willing on the bed, moving like a snake as he got ever closer. Eventually he got onto the bed causing it to groan in pain as his muscular torso added to the weight and started to inch his way inside her.
"Oh, Shaun...more!" Mel begs as he moves himself halfway inside.
"Don't tease the girl, baby. You know she wants it all," Sylvia chuckled like a witch as she and her husband's tongues duelled outside their mouths. Shaun obliged and moved all of his cock inside Mel, who bit her bottom lip and whimpered in pleasure as he eased inside her sopping-wet love tunnel.
"Fuck me, Shaun," Mel said, as she looked up longingly at Sylvia's husband as he began to move back and forth into her. Sylvia meanwhile climbed on the bed and positioned herself at Mel's head, moving her thighs aside her pretty face.
"Do me, Mel. Lick me," Sylvia suggested as Shaun flicked his hips forward and back, his eyes now locking with his wife as Mel reached her tongue out and tasted Sylvia as she pulled her thighs towards her face.
"Oh, she's ever so good," Sylvia remarked as Mel ate the red-haired land-lady with her new-found love of a pussy's taste. Sylvia bent forward and rested her hands on her hubby's shoulders as the two of them kissed, all five people seemingly locked in an eternal erotic triangle. Sylvia looked down as Shaun's cock sluiced in and out of Mel's slit with greedy eyes. "I love it when you use MY cock to fuck other women".
"Yeah, I love watching women suck on my cunt, too," Shaun replied before both of them stopped talking and their mouths met, while Mel serviced Sylvia and was getting served by Shaun, her tanned hips still contrasting with Shaun's dark skin as he powered into her, the two women either side holding on to Mel's boobs as the sucked away.
Shaun became glassy-eyed as his jaw dropped and his thrusts increased in speed. He was about to empty his sack into Mel's innards as he fucked away vigorously. Sylvia balanced herself by holding onto Shaun's shoulders, her own face reddening as Mel moaned into her pussy, the two of them locked into a giving and receiving triumvirate.
"I'm cumming, babe," Shaun breathed into the face of Sylvia, who smiled back at her lover.
"Cum inside this dirty bitch. Cum inside her for me, babe," Sylvia replied, stroking his face as she did so. The svelte man, a layer of sweat glistening over his body, stiffened and stopped as he pumped his seed inside Mel's waiting body. Mel's grip on Sylvia's thighs tightened as did her legs around Shaun as he own body locked up in delicious orgasm, before Sylvia became consumed with lust as Mel's efforts pushed her over the edge, almost as though the same orgasm was being passed through each of them.
Sylvia detached herself from Mel's juice-coated face and led on the bed, spent. Shaun slumped over Mel who ran her fingers through his hair as they both caught their breath. Steph and Sara, who were attending to Mel's breasts, joined each other in an embrace and tumbled to the bed, the only participants still going.
I couldn't bear any more as the lurid pictures from my imagination overwhelmed my sense of reality. I marched down to the Honeymoon Suite and held my hand back to knock on the door, before a familiar sound stopped me.
"NNNGGGHHHH!" Mel snored. I had to put my hand over my mouth to stop myself from giggling at the sound of her crazy, loud, gruffling noise, a wave of joy which then crashed on my beach of despair. The feeling that I should be in that bed with her, that I should be spooning her with my arm draped around her, that it should be me kept awake by her spluttering snorts, but it wasn't. We'd reached an impasse that shrouded me with equal parts anger and guilt as I recalled the previous evening.
I could still picture Talia bouncing up and down on me as Trent guided his trunk inside Mel, us two disjointed couples fucking close by. I kept remembering how Mel's arse quivered as I inserted my two fingers inside, how her cheeks trembled as I placed my knob at her entrance, and how her entire body shook as I slid inside her, my cock heavily lubed up. I could still recollect how Mel juddered to a shuddering climax with Trent finishing soon after, with me collapsing on the floor in a state of bliss and exhaustion.
Now here I was with my head pressed against the door to the honeymoon suite wondering where the Hell things had gone wrong? I eventually lifted my head off the door and walked down the corridor, either side presenting me with sighs or snores as I traipsed morbidly down the walkway to get breakfast. I looked up as I approached the door to the two cuties I had observed upon arrival here, Sara and Stephanie. I remembered how I'd watched Sara cumming on bed as we locked eyes with me standing out of sight of her friend in the doorway, but this morning, like that fateful day, the door was ajar. I took a breath, slowed my walk and looked in. On the bed was Sara, naked, her blonde hair strewn across the pillow as her friend's head was between her thighs.
I gulped hard, but it wasn't the only thing about me that was hard as I watched the two young women cavort. Sara was stroking her friend's head as she licked her pussy, the lapping and licking sounds as loud as Sara's heavy breathing. I adjusted myself as I started to rest awkwardly inside my underwear. Both girls seemed to be oblivious about the door situation (as did most people round here. What was wrong with this place?) and were caught up in the moment. Sara's gaze fixed on her friend's eyes as her mouth was below her pubic mound paying attention to her in all the right ways.
Sara's eyes traveled to me at the door and she beckoned me in with a finger. Previously I would have hesitated or shown my ring finger in response, but not now. I entered the room and unbuckled my belt as I walked to the bed, the two nubile young ladies looking at me and smiling. I start unbuttoning my shirt as Steph giggles into Sara's mound and Sara reaches to pull at my trousers.
"Hey, you came to play," Sara remarked as my shirt hit the ground and she wrestled my cock from my pants. I shucked my shoes and trousers and socks off, hooking my toes in to pull them from my foot and climbed onto the bed, my hands instantly reaching for Sara's fleshy mounds perched on her chest. Sara smiled up at me as Steph continued to suck on her nub as she inserted a finger inside.
"Come closer," Sara beckoned me as I watched Steph feast on her friend. I moved ever nearer Sara till my meat and veg were nearer to get, she then scooched over and her mouth wrapped itself around my right gonad.
"URGH!" I moaned, throatily as she began sucking on it through the dappled skin. I closed my eyes so I could focus all my attention on the sensations of her mouth sucking on the skin-covered orb. It was then I felt a weight move on the bed next to me and there was Steph, moving her body close to me.
"You not attending to your friend," I asked, as I bent my head to her left nipple as I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her close to me.
"She's had enough, she can wait. Oh yeah," the pretty brunette moaned as I slid my right hand to her gash and started to caress it over her bean and down through her puffy lips and back again, her eyes becoming consumed with lust whilst my member was being gobbled by he nubile friend, her tongue licking round my head as she pulled the foreskin back and forward. Steph looked down and moved down to add her mouth to my member.
"Holy fuck!" I mouthed as Steph's tongue rolled from the base of my girth up to the end where her mouth and Sara's met in playful French kisses with my dick being the lollipop in between the two of them. I looked down and watched these two cherubs kiss with my meat between the two of them, Sara occasionally opening her eyes to look up at me and smile. She'd be the one I'd do first.
"Okay, you asked for it," I barked as I removed myself from the delicious treat that was their mouths to get me some main course. I went to the foot of the bed, grabbed Sara by the ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed, getting a squeal of delight from Sara and a chuckle from Steph. I held my knob at her entrance, swirling it round Sara's opening as she posed all girly, with a finger in her mouth, before I grabbed her thighs and shoved myself inside her.
"Holy macaroni! That's thick!" Sara squealed as I buried myself so I was all the way in her.
"What's he feel like?" Steph asked as she pressed her finger on Sara's button, causing her mouth to open and her eyes to roll back.
"Full!" Sara gasped, as I withdrew and pushed into her further, her hot snatch gripping me tight as I stopped for a moment to enjoy the view of one woman full of my cock whilst the other elegantly flicked her friend's bean. I looked up at Steph and caught her eye. She moved her face ever closer till eventually her lips were within touching distance of mine. I moved my head forward and our mouths met as I moved my hips, my rod moving in and out of her friend.
"Oh, that is so, MMMM! That looks so...fucking Hell...so hot!" Sara cooed as I started to move with more purpose, thrusting in and out, revenge fucking this young woman, smacking my hips against hers angrily as sone kind of catharsis for how I was feeling about Mel. "Oh, yeah. Do me, Sarge. I want to feel your cum inside me".
I began to pound away at her as my tongue swirled around Steph's mouth as her finger swirled round Sara's clit, all three of us caught up in this fucking frenzy with Steph's eyes going wide as Sara started to play with her pussy, all three of us getting, giving and gaining in this triangle of lust.
"What's your friend up to?" I asked, as I stared deep into Steph's dark brown eyes.
"She's, OOH, fingering me," Steph replied, as she closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip, her body moving against Sara's fingers as I began to fuck Sara with something resembling an animalistic rage. "Cum inside me, fill me more!" Sara begged as she could feel me pulsing, racing towards the finish inside her.
"Oh, take it! Fucking take it!" I yelled as I took myself out of Sara's warm fold and shot my cum all over her stomach.
"There's a lot there!" Steph giggled, as she looked at her friend's messy midriff. I took a breath and could see the better part of myself was still angry. I couldn't leave things like this.
"We're not done yet," I remarked, as I lifted Sara's hips and slotted myself back inside.
"OH MY GOD! How are you doing this?" Sara exclaimed as I began to slide in and out again.
"If you think that feels great, try this," I commented before pushing Steph's head down to Sara's pussy. She didn't need much coaxing as she moved her face to her friend's secret place and began to lap away, Steph's talented tongue hitting both Sara's nub and my dick as it moved in and out, Sara leaning over to her friend and playing with her backside, the two women rocking each other by their efforts.
I grabbed Sara's legs by the ankles as I rammed into her, my cock already solid again as I continued to punish her pussy for mine and my wife's argument, Steph's head able to access her friend's slit easier as I held her legs up, her mouth slurping over her friend, salivating at the delicious taste as she lapped away at her.
"OH MY GOD! OH MY...GUYS! DON'T STOP, DON'T..." Sara cried out as her legs tensed and her love-tube convulsed around me, her cum-stained stomach muscles tensing as she leveraged herself off the bed via her ankles on my shoulders, almost forcing me out from inside her. Steph removed her face from her friend and looked up at me, her eyes glassy with longing as our eyes met, my cock lodged firmly in her friend as we kissed again, but this was not a revenge kiss, not an angry kiss filled with rage, but something more tender, our lips moving softly together like the bristles of a slender paint brush touching a canvas. The elegance and beauty of the touch was more than I could take as I finally submitted to Sara's request and shot what was left deep inside her.
"Oh, yeah. That's what I'm talking about," Sara said as she stuck her finger inside herself and tasted me. I looked back at Steph as she held my gaze with a needy look, her head moving forward seeking my kiss again, her hands holding my face whilst I was buried deep within Sara, the moment of our tongues mashing seemingly more intimate than me rubbing uglies with her friend. I dislodged myself from Sara and my hands instinctively went to Steph's face to gently touch her skin. Just the feeling of her hot, young body was stirring me again, her puffy, swollen looking boobs rising out of her chest, her tufts of dark pubic hair, her tantalisingly flat stomach. I had just fucked Sara twice and yet this dusky beauty was pulling me in like a moon being sucked into the orbit of a planet.
"Stay a bit longer," Steph suggested, breathing the words out between kisses. I was tempted. God, I was tempted as Sara squirmed in satisfied delight and Steph offered herself like some kind of sacrifice to me, but I knew I couldn't. I had to get going and get to work.
"I can't but...soon. I promise," I offered, before taking one more deep kiss from her. I grabbed my clothes, headed into the hall and ran to my room to grab another shower before wolfing down my breakfast and heading into work.
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I got into work and Dani was already there, sitting at her desk reading the latest Police Vocabulary guidelines. I was impressed by her dedication and fortitude.
"Good to see you looking to improve yourself,' I commented as she looked up at me.
"You all right. Talia was telling me you went to hers last night and you managed to..." Dani stopped before giving the universal hand and tongue-in-mouth gesture for blow-job.
"Yeah, things got a little out of hand," I remarked to Dani. "Have we heard anything back about these three deaths, yet?"
"Er..." Dani rifled through her papers on her desk before coming back with a response. "...No".
"Right, well if the report won't come to the mountain we will take a trip to the mountain," I said as I got up, Dani put down her book and followed closely behind me. Dani and I headed upstairs to confront the best Buddies and see if we could make any headway into what was going on with these mysterious fatalities. We entered their office only to find them sitting eating cereal whilst watching highlights of the World Cup.
"You're watching football?" I asked as I headed in and sat down across from them.
"No!" replied DS Booker, sarcastically. "We're watching highlights".
"And eating cereal," DC Barber continued, equally dimly.
"It's still..." I stopped, and decided to leave it. "Has there been any more info on the recent unexplained deaths?"
"Er...they're all explained now," DS Booker chuckled before shovelling a big spoonful of cereal in his gob.
"What do you mean they're all explained?" Dani demanded to know before giving me a supporting pat on the shoulder.
"Well, what we mean is they've come back as accidental deaths," DC Barber pointed out before chomping on his sugar puffs.
"Are you serious?!" I asked in exasperation. "Two people die, one person comes to see me to say he has information then he mysteriously pops his clogs as well?"
"Yeah," both Buddies stated in unison.
"Isn't it your job to detect?" I asked the detectives as I stood up and leaned across the desk to the breakfast-munching, undynamic duo.
"Look..." DS Booker began, before also standing up so we were almost nose-to-nose.
"The first accident was an unfortunate car-crash with no third party involvement, the second was caused by faulty building equipment, in fact not only were there no traces of foul play, the only fingerprints we did discover that were remotely suspicious at Tristan Taylor's address...were yours! So you tell me, Mr Big City Policeman, am I meant to ignore evidence and just go with my gut? Well?"
He had me there and he knew it. Thankfully a cheery voice came to my rescue.
"Is there a spot of bother here?" Chief Inspector Frank Forrester asked?
"Is there, Sergeant?" challenged DS Booker. I backed up as I considered what I could and could not do at this time.
"No. No bother," I concurred.
"Excellent, as I come with good news. Today we can have the afternoon off!" the Chief informed us all.
"YAY!" Dani and the Buddies cheered.
"Yay," I said.
"Well, almost everyone," commented the chief, looking straight at me.
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Mel wandered through Forston feeling sorry for herself.
She had arrived feeling deflated, which had changed within minutes of meeting the effervescent Talia, as the day had progressed things had become even brighter and more colourful with her lesbian experience and bukkake party and the next day things had escalated further, until it all collapsed like a house of cards.
Mel was walking up through the village, her face fixed in a permanent scowl, she was moving with no real sense of purpose until she looked up and saw where she was.
At the village's leisure centre/gym.
She'd brought her gym clothes with her today, obviously just in case. It wasn't like there was anything else to do in the village, apart from the obvious, but of course there was a big difference with her coming here now compared to two days earlier. When she was here the first time she had no idea how things would go down, whereas this time, she knew exactly what she was doing. Mel entered and strode confidently to the reception desk.
"Hello, I'm looking to do a workout?" Mel stated to the young guy at the desk. "And maybe something more. Is it busy today?"
"Er...not really, but there are a few people in," stammered the instructor. "Are you a member?"
"It depends on whether or not I have a good time," Mel replied as the Instructor tilled up the charge. "I think I'll grab a shower before I get changed," Mel replied, making her intent clear as she walked past reception. Mel put her bag in a locker, stripped off, but this time headed for the communal showers.
No point being prudish or reserved now.
Mel walked naked to the showers and turned on the water, before engaging in the too cold/too hot/hot enough routine everyone does with their shower, before the tiny water rivulets were at the right temperature to tantalise and tease her skin. Today she was horny and she was here to get fucked.
Mel heard the footsteps behind her as the water danced on her skin, trickled down her body and caught on the stubble just before her slit, not that she needed any extra lubrication down there, she was moist enough already as rough hands reached round and mauled her boobs.
"Easy, fella. No need to be quite so harsh," Mel reminded him as she moved the water over her long black hair.
"That ain't me," came the voice of the guy on reception. Mel turned around and saw a giant of a man, at least 6 foot 5 inches tall. Mel looked down and saw his cock which looked more like a pink branch from a tree as it was bent in two places and at least nine inches long.
"HURH, HURH!" laughed the big guy, his girth bouncing gleefully.
"That's big bad John," the Gym instructor responded, shedding his own clothes and walking forward. Mel licked her lips at the prospect of having two guys to play with. She felt a yearning inside and one guy was not gonna satisfy that itch, even the big bad elephant man here. The gym guy came forward, his cock already hard at seeing Mel, well, Mel knew that every guy got hard looking at her. As Big Bad John continued to massage her boobs from behind the new guy came up to her front, slid a hand through Mel's growing stubble whilst planting his lips on hers, behind her Mel felt John step forward his balls resting on her arse, the cock pointing up her back as the water caught all three of them, running down their naked bodies as the two men caressed Mel.
"Oh, this is fantastic," Mel sighed as the gym instructor began kissing her neck, his lips and teeth nuzzling the skin as two sets of hands traversed over Mel's body, Big Bad John's donkey dick pressing into her back ominously.
"Room for one more," came a familiar voice. Mel opened her eyes to see the familiar figure of Trent, minus clothes, standing at the entrance to the showers, his cock already impressively hard at the end of his lean sculpted torso. In truth he was less muscly than her other half, but he was also new. Mel raised her hand and beckoned him over with her finger.
"Always for you," Mel replied as Trent stepped cheerily over to the three of them, bending slightly to take her left nipple into his mouth as his hand went to her slit. The sensation of the hands, the tongue the kisses, the feeling of the stallion's monster girth behind was turning her on more than she could handle. She needed some release and she needs it now. Mel turned, grabbing Big Bad John and the gym instructor by the cocks. "Come with me".
"Yes, ma'am," the instructor responded as Mel walked over to a bench, wiggling her ass seductively as she moved, she let go of John's mammoth member whilst pulling the gym instructor in front of her.
"What's your name?" Mel asked, looking up from his member to his face.
"Guy," the instructor responded as Mel rolled her hand along his length.
"It's your lucky day, guy," Mel smiled up before lowering her face and engulfing his tool, her head moving back and forward over his stiffness. Behind her Mel felt Big Bad John place a hand on Mel's arse cheek as she let go of his cock. As she gobbled down on Guy Mel felt the engorged head of John's girth part her lips as he giggled in that deep voice of his. "MMMMMFFFF!"
John slipped his cock into Mel, her body only able to to take about seven inches at first as the girthy beast filled her up, the twist in the size causing her insides to be filled in a way that no-one else had before. Mel let Guy's cock slip from her mouth as she needed time to process the sensations behind her.
"Slow, slow," Mel begged, before she heard John giggle some more and start to plough into her.
"He's really something isn't he?" Trent asked. Mel could only nod meekly as she felt her body surrender to the sensations of feeling like she was being fucked by a horse.
"Uh-huh!" Mel felt herself throatily agreeing as her eyes rolled back into her head in pleasure. This was like nothing she had known before.
"Now, help us out here," Trent instructed, as he waggled his dick in front of her, the vein standing up tall along the top. Mel reached out both hands and used their hardness to balance herself as John bent over and mauled her boobs as he continued to fuck away, Mel's body yearning for his cock every time he withdrew it.
"OH MY FUCKING HELL! Fuck me, John!" Mel instructed before sucking on Trent’s tool, her tongue swirling around the end, causing Tyler to drop his head back and moan as Mel's talented mouth worked him over, her hand moving swiftly up and down Trent’s dick. Behind her she could feel John moving ever faster as his hips smacked her furiously.
"JESUS CHRIST!" Mel exclaimed, as she momentarily let Trent slip from her mouth. Behind she could feel John's dick start to swell and pulse, quickly she disengaged herself from John's end and spun around, grabbing the massive branch of an organ and tugging away angrily whilst aiming the weapon at her tits.
"AAARGGGH!" John shouted as his meat exploded onto Mel's breasts with glob after glob landing on them. Mel briefly sucked on his end before letting him go before she led back on the bench.
"Next!" Mel demanded looking at Trent and Guy. Trent gestured for Guy to go first and so the gym instructor moved down towards Mel's pussy before bundling his rod inside her. In spite of the fact that he was half the size of John, her body wrapped around Guy's tool nicely as he began to thrust away. Mel's orgasm was building up again as she looked up at Trent, Talia's athletic other half, who merely carried on stroking himself and winked at her, before bending down and planting a kiss on her lips.
"Here, let me help you," Trent said.
"Oh, please," breathed Mel. Trent moved his head to her breast and rolled his tongue around the nipple as he moved his hand to her clit, which was barely being touched by Guy's angled thrusts, and placed the gentlest of pressure against it, building Mel up ever more, her nipples almost covered by the swelling of her areola as wave after wave built up inside her. Mel closed her eyes so she could block out all other sensations and try and simply feel everything. She was moving towards where she wanted to be until...
"I'm cumming! Oh God!" Guy yelled before he pulled out and splashed his hot seed onto Mel's stomach. "Oh my stars, you are unbelievably hot!" Guy stated as he staggered back and led on another bench. Trent disconnected his mouth from Mel's nippled and moved between her legs.
"Don't worry, babe. I'll get you there," Trent remarked with a smile, still rubbing her bean with one hand as he rubbed his cock against her opening with the other. Mel desperately wanted to feel Trent inside her. She already knew how good his cock felt and ached to feel him again.
"Please," Mel whimpered. Trent smirked and winked at her again before slowly feeding himself between her legs. "HOLY FUCK, YES!
"You're nearly there aren't you?" Trent asked. Mel could only nod in delirious response as Trent ran his familiar length inside, his hips meeting hers and grazing her bean in just the right way. "Don't worry, unlike these losers I won't be done till you are," Trent quipped as he moved with more gusto into her. Mel pressed her lips together and closed her eyes tight. She could feel the build-up inside her as she opened her eyes to see Trent’s lean physique riding her body.
"Oh, that's it! Oh god, yeah! OH FUCKING HELL!" cried Mel as she arched her back and dug her nails into Trent’s forearm as her body warped in joyous delight at his touch, her insides clenching the cock of the man who had tipped her over the edge. Mel's body settled down as her nethers started to become very sensitive to Trent’s thrusts; she wanted to speak to tell him to stop, but he spoke up before she had a chance.
"Oh, Mel! That's it! I'm almost there," Trent remarked before removing his cock and bringing it up to her face, the bulbous monster finally sending its spray over her face and hair as Mel instinctively stuck out her tongue. Trent groaned in delight and release as Mel wrapped her tongue around the end to get the remnants from the shaft. "Fucking Hell, Mel. You are the best fuck I've ever known, apart from Talia".
Mel felt herself get slightly annoyed at that, temporarily, before letting the hot blonde have that title. After all she was Trent’s other half, and an amazing fuck herself. Mel sat up unsteadily and then got to her feet.
"Okay, gentlemen. Thanks for the warm-up, now if you'll excuse me I'll grab a shower and go for my workout," Mel stated, dispassionately and with that went to scrub off the cum before starting her cardio session.
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I was in uniform at the humanist chapel fete, on duty as my fellow officers wandered about enjoying their day, having been wandering around aimlessly for the last 40 minutes. I checked my phone to see if I'd had a text back from Mel but there was nothing there. I wondered where she was and what she was doing? Maybe she was at the hotel, packing and getting ready to return to London? Maybe she was out here at the fete? For a moment a sense of dread overcame me as I feared she was with Talia and Trent, till I saw Talia over at a stall, with Trent jogging up to her in his workout gear, the two of them cuddling as if the previous evening had never occurred.
"Phew!" I exhaled. What a relief she wasn't with those two. She was probably out just getting something to eat, comfort eating, meanwhile I had to stay here and stay alert over everything going on. It felt like most of the village were here with very few exceptions.
Doctor Diviner wandered about like she was the queen of Forston, her air of knowledge and education covering her like a badge of honour. I watched as Deborah and Frank spotted each other with Deborah's face lighting up like the bulbs on a Christmas tree. The good Doctor walked up to him and wrapped her arms around him, her eyes closed, her face showing feelings that were more than friendly. I wondered if there was anything going on between them, but Frank disengaged first and I could see that he seemed oblivious to Deborah's emotional attachment. The two of them talked for a while and moved on. I could see that Catherine had a stall selling produce from her farm and I found myself exchanging glances with her. Roger Roper was talking to the Christian couple whom he had in his crosshairs at the last meeting of the Forston Surveillance Organisation, the three of them engaged in forthright but polite discussion, but one person in particular got my full attention.
I was watching as Byron Butcher gazed disgustedly at Raymond Wright whilst Grace Gardener and Raymond chatted about something, Byron smacking a cosh from his
"Smash-The-Mole" stall as he seemed to be transfixed by the two of them. Grace nodded and walked across the way back to her florist/garden centre, located next to the humanist chapel.
"BOMB!" a voice shouted behind me. I jumped off the bench, alert to the danger, only to be met by the chuckling faces of Detectives Booker and Barber looking delighted at their little prank.
"C'mon guys, leave the Sergeant alone, he's working," chastised the Chief as he walked up with Dani. "Sorry about that, Michael. Hope the Buddies teasing wasn't too much for you".
"It's quite all right, sir. I've known worse," this was true. In the last 24 hours Mel had called me far worse.
"I know you're on duty today, but if you do want to have a bit of fun I won't tell anyone," the Chief offered, as a slight condolence.
"Thank you, sir. I'll bear that in mind," I replied, genially.
"Hey, I've got a great idea!" said Dani, as she grabbed me by the hand and led me to the rifle range. I looked at the targets of little men and the air rifle. The last time I had held a firearm the assailant had died. I had no desire to have those feelings return.
"Dani, I thought I'd been explicit when I said how I feel about firearms," I chastised her.
"I just thought you'd be dead good at this, is all," Dani responded sheepishly. Behind the stall Doctor Diviner stood, having returned from her stroll through everyone, her black bobbed hair showing a hint of grey, her neck showing a little wear, but her body still as tight as ever. If I had to peg her age I would say she was somewhere between 40 to 55, although if I had to guess I'd say nearer 55 with the benefit of great genes.
"Well, if you don't want to shoot the men you can always smash my cans," Doctor Deborah remarked.
"I beg your pardon!" I retorted in shock. I knew that promiscuity was rampant around here but that was crazily blatant.
"These cans," pointed the Doctor at 3 stacks of cans. "Knock one stack down, win a goldfish, two gets you a toy car, knock down all three and you get the cuddly bunny!"
I picked up the three balls and assessed the weight in my hands. I looked at the three stacks and leaned back, checking the range of motion I could get, and then looked at their positioning. Most people would look at them from the front and possibly leave one standing, but if you moved to the side and threw you could get all three pretty easily. I took two steps over, checked my movement and threw.
BANG! One stack down, two steps over.
BANG! Two stacks down, two steps over.
BANG! Three stacks down. One cuddly bunny won.
"That was amazing! How did you..." Dani began before I interrupted her.
"Benefits of a misspent youth, you know I think..." I started to say before being interrupted myself.
"Hello, Sergeant Angelo," Councillor Wright and editor of the County Free Press said as he grabbed my hand and smiled into his official photographer's lens. A sudden flash followed with myself looking stunned as we posed in front of the dilapidated humanist chapel. "A little bird tells me that you're not sure that these recent incidents are accidents, Sergeant," Raymond muttered beneath his breath.
"I am willing to consider the possibility that there may be criminal intent here, yes," I confirmed.
"Well on that note you and I appear to agree," Raymond continued. "Why don't we meet in private later to discuss this. Let's say three 'o' clock sharp at the chapel's clock tower," the Councillor continued before wandering into throng, doing his best to seem like an ever-popular politician. I watched him as he disappeared into the people at the fete, wondering just what nuggets of information he had that would help me and my investigation.
"What did he want?" Dani asked as she appeared behind me.
"He said he had info on the deaths of Tristan Taylor, Clive Clark and Carly Clipper," I replied, my mind whirring over the possibility that the deaths might not only be linked but suspicious.
"Here, watch out!" Dani says and pulls my arm.
"What are you..." I began to ask before a clump of masonry fell onto the grass next to me.
"Er...thanks".
"No worries. Dad says he was looking over this place and says the repairs can't come soon enough," Dani confided. "At least with Tristan Taylor's dream home going up in smoke the local builders will be able to get this place sorted, eh?"
"CAN SERGEANT ANGELO COME TO ANNOUNCE THE PRIZE DRAW, SERGEANT ANGELO, SCREEEE!" the microphone squealed as Hugh Huntsman announced that my presence was required.
"Best not stand near the chapel, Dani. Don't want there to be an accident. I'll be back in a minute," I said as I marched over to the prize draw to see Hugh stood on a raised stage, his silver hair standing out against his black outfit for the day, like a negative of a matchstick. I get to the mic and begin the announcement.
"GOOD AFTERNOON, SCREEE!" the microphone squealed as I pulled my face back. "SO THE WINNER OF THE FREE SPA DAY AT THE GYM IS...BYRON BUTCHER" I announced only to be met by stunned silence before Dr Deborah Diviner shouted a response.
"HE'S IN THE LAVVY!" she shouted, only to be met with laughter from much of the FSO.
"WELL, THE NEXT PRIZE IS FOR A CRATE OF LOCALLY PRODUCED REAL ALE...AND THE WINNER IS...RAYMOND WRIGHT," I continued as the clock chimed ominously. Again there was no show from the recipient of the prize as silence was all I got back.
"RAYMOND, IT'S TIME TO COLLECT YOUR TIPPLE FOR TONIGHT," Hugh announced, to be met with more laughter from the crowd. The clock chimed in again and I felt those unsettling cop instincts kick in. I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and so I jumped from the stage and rounded the corner as the humanist chapel bells sounded. I rounded the Chapel tower and Raymond Wright nodded in approval before speaking.
"Ah, Sergeant. I'm glad you made it. What I have to tell you will blow your mind,"
Raymond began, before a huge masonry block landed square onto Raymond, splattering his head and resting on his shoulders. For a minute Raymond's body walked around a few steps as if his old head had been replaced with a new stone version, like some kind of weird medieval robot, before he fell to his knees and collapsed to the ground. I ran up the steps to the top of the chapel to see if this piece of ancient building came off by accident or whether there were traces of human interference in this catastrophe. No human being was at the top of the ancient structure, the green and pleasant land past the village rolled on as far as the eye could see.
I trudged down the steps to the gathered peeps, my fellow officers holding back the crowd, the members of the FSO all standing near the front, gawping at the remains of councillor and local rag editor, Raymond Wright...well, all eyes save two; those of Byron Butcher who merely smirked at me whilst twiddling his moustache.
"Sir, I don't think we can rule out the possibility of foul play here," I said to the Chief.
"This...could be a crime scene?" the Chief asked. I nodded, he nodded, before responding back. "Very good. Constable Wheeler, secure the area".
"Shabba-flambay," William replied.
"Constable Turner, interview witnesses," Frank ordered.
"Right, sir," Talia responded, unenthusiastically but professionally.
"Detectives, get the CSI teams down here," Frank commanded.
"Oh fudge!" DC Barber remarked.
"Dani, Michael. You both know what to do," Frank stated and left, ashen-faced, to deal with the fallout (no pun intended) of this incident.
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"Do you really think it was murder?" Dani asked as we stood outside the church waiting for the initial investigations to conclude as we stood at the police barrier.
"Hard to say, but I don't think we should rule out foul play," I mentioned as I tried to feel better about the fete being ruined. There were four deaths now and I had a feeling things were about to get far worse. Call it a hunch, call it instinct, call it a cop thing but that voice in the back of my head was saying that even now, this wasn't over.
"Sme thnks yuve nowt bt sht fr brns," mumbled the ever miserable Constable wheeler in his usual droll manner.
"He thinks..."
"Yeah, I got that one. Thanks, Dani," I remarked as I managed to translate those mumblings as I had shit for brains. The two detectives walked over with equally grim looks on their faces. I instinctively made myself as tall as possible for this confrontation.
"What did you find, Detectives?" I asked as they stood in front of me looking severely pissed off.
"Well, after two hours of searching I managed to discover a breakaway wrapper and an empty crisp packet," Detective Booker replied.
"Not to mention a used condom," Detective Barber interjected.
"What about fingerprints?" I queried as my mind scrambled to follow links, clues, anything that could solve this.
"Everyone and their mums have snuck into the tower at some point. FFS, you'd probably get prints for everyone in the local force up there!" DC Barber commented.
"Service," I mumbled.
"I know you're from the big city, but it's about time you worked out that you've not brought the crime rate with you!" DS Booker remarked before both detectives walked away. Their words stung as I stood at the scene with Dani. My mind racing, my fears that I was making a huge cock of myself. Eventually the team left and I had to head back to the hotel, a sense of defeat clinging to me as I trundled back to a room on my own after three nights of raucous sex. There was no chance of that happening tonight as Mel wasn't speaking to me. My phone no longer a-buzz with flirty or pleasant comments from her, no matter how often I checked my phone. I looked at the last text from her.
Hey, Hon. Meet me in the pub tonight after work. I've got a surprise for you.
What a surprise that turned out to be, one that fulfilled one of my fantasies and yet seemingly ruined my marriage at the same time. For a moment all I could do was gaze at the screen, trying to will the perfect message on there that would make everything right, but no words came.
"You okay?" a female voice asked. I looked over and leaning towards me in her car was Doctor Deborah Diviner, a look of concern on her face.
"No...er, yeah...it's..." I was about to fob her off but Deborah was not one for letting this slide.
"Get in," the unelected First Lady of Forston said. Usually if civilians order me about my sense of being a police officer kicks in and my response is to steadfastly Buck against such things, however with my state of mind over Mel, all these tragic deaths, and probably the fact that Deborah was a Doctor and had that similarly authoritative manner, meant I just grabbed the door handle and went inside. "You need to talk".
"I don't think..."
"It wasn't a question," Deborah continued as she drove, her mind managing to enter Doctor mode and drive mode automatically. "Clearly there's a lot going on. I know you're not registered yet but come back to mine, I'll see if I can help".
I thought for a second and nodded meekly. Deborah carried that same professional sense of self as a Doctor as I did as a police officer, an inner and outer sense of authority that meant when we spoke people listened, usually anyway.
"Is Frank okay?" Deborah asked as we drove up through the village.
"Well I doubt he'll be in a good mood after me screwing up the fete," I answered, before remembering their intimate hug at the fete. "Are you close?"
"We've...known each other a long time. I don't think Frank ever got over his wife's death and as such...he's never had eyes for anyone else," Deborah sighed. I detected longing and regret in her voice but decided not to push it. With all the secrets I was holding in it hardly seemed smart to add Deborah's to the pile. We drove on to the outskirts of Forston and headed towards a large detached house that was built in either the Victorian age or at the start of the twentieth century. I imagine that when it was built it was probably on the orders of the local landowner who had it custom-made for him, his devout wife and huge family. It was a relic of a bygone era but it remained impressive nonetheless. As we pulled in three other cars and five occupants were waiting for the good Doctor.
"You took your time," said one of them. A guy approaching his fifties with a slight paunch and a thinning head of hair who looked like he spent too little time at the gym and too much propping up the golf-club bar.
"Sorry, Dave. I need to have a chat with the Sergeant," Deborah replied, before turning back to me. "You don't know the other members of the practice do you? I'll introduce you. This is Doctor David Driver."
"Pleasure. Heard a lot about you," Doctor Dave remarked, hand outstretched. I took it in mine and gave a standard three pumps before letting go.
"This is Doctor Suzanne Springer," Doctor Deborah remarked to a bubbly woman in her thirties with curly blonde hair and a warm inviting smile. "And this is Junior Doctor Wilma Warbler," Deborah continued, introducing me to a striking brunette who could have been mistaken for Mel's younger sister (if she had one) with black shoulder length hair and the perfect shape that men found attractive, rather than what was perceived to be attractive. I nodded at both Doctors and they nodded back.
"And finally we have Doctor Robert Roller and Doctor Bartholomew Butler," Deborah said, completing her introductions. Robert was a man slightly shorter than me and also slighter in terms of shape, by contrast Bart was a wide-framed man who looked more like an outdoorsman rather than someone cooped up in an office tending to patients, about ten years older than me, I guessed.
"Pleasure," I remarked, shaking both their hands before turning back to Deborah. "Listen, we don't have to..."
"Yes we do," Deborah insisted as she moved me towards the house, my legs seemingly incapable of channeling the will to fight back. The good Doctor opened the door and gently bundled me inside, her colleagues all huddling through the door, blocking my exit. "Just head upstairs, turn left and it's the room at the end," Deborah suggested. My legs and feet seemingly agreed with her as they trudged me upstairs.
"We'll be in the front room waiting for you," Doctor Bart informed Deborah. She acknowledged him with a wave and headed up the stairs behind me. I followed the directions to the room at the end which had two glass panels, with both translucent and stained glass designs. Below that was a brass plaque containing two simple words.
Treatment room.
I headed inside. The room consisted of a desk, two chairs, a number of cupboards, a skeleton (although I had no idea why?), a medicine cabinet and a couch. The view from here was of the front of the house so I could see all the cars that had brought Doctor Deborah's colleagues.
"Is there a party going on tonight?" I asked as Deborah entered the room behind me.
"It's the monthly practice meeting where we discuss budgets, staffing issues. All boring stuff but completely necessary. Please, take the couch," Doctor Deborah suggested as she moved her office chair from behind the desk and over to where I'd soon be stationed as she sat in the chair, her legs crossed, her manner purely professional in her business suit and matching skirt. I led on the couch and stared at the ceiling, a feeling of serene awkwardness washing over me. "Now, why don't you tell me what's going on?"
"I can come back another time if you're busy," I offered, leaning up slightly from the couch.
"I won't hear of it. Now TELL me what's happening?" said Deborah, silencing my insolence.
"What do you want to know?" I countered.
"Well, first of all, how do you feel?" the Doctor continued.
"I feel terrible," I replied, allowing the last few days of confusion, horniness, anger and frustration to be vented. "At work I worry I'm not fitting in, at home I seem to have blown things with Mel, I'm promoted yet feel more powerless than ever and I just feel like I can't get back in control".
"That's a lot. It explains why you're so tense," Doctor Deborah suggested. "What occurred?"
"We had a fight after it turned out we both had sex with...other people. Stoopid Talia and her stoopid sex game," I cursed, remembering what went on.
"Sex game?" questioned Doctor Deborah. "What kind of game?"
"It was called WICKED. It was a game where you had to either strip, speak the truth or perform a dare," I commented, looking to brush over the game and get to the argument.
"What happened and tell me everything," Doctor Deborah instructed.
"Everything?" I checked.
"Everything," she confirmed.
"Let's see, the first thing that happened was Talia lost a shoe and Mel mocked her, so she got rid of both, then Trent told us how many sexual partners he'd had, then Mel had to take off an item and took off her dress, but because they landed on the same square they...The two of them kissed, Talia was massaging Mel's boobs through her bra and Mel stuck her hand down into Talia's jeans," I recalled. I turned to look at the Doctor and noticed her posture had changed. She was now slouching slightly and her legs were open, not invitingly so but noticeable.
"Go on," Deborah continued. I led back and tried to recall the rest of the evening's events.
"I landed on a safe space, but Talia landed on a dare and had to suck my nipple, I removed my top and Talia attached herself to my left nipple as Mel sucked on the right, I tossed my shirt into the hallway, Trent lost his pants and Mel revealed she wanted to experience a threesome".
"Mmmm, a threesome," Deborah remarked, squirming in her seat now. "Two men, one man, no men?" she followed up with.
"Any,' I replied.
"Yes, yes, I see. Please continue," Deborah instructed as she wriggled on the chair, her legs becoming more open.
"Let's see. I got a safe space again, lucky me. Then it was Talia's turn who took her top off and threw it across the room revealing her breasts to us all, then Trent got to suck on Mel's titties and Mel lost her shoes. I got a truth card and Mel revealed my dream sex fantasy was anal. Talia went again and lost her jeans, revealing a tiny black thong, although Mel mocked her for this. Like they were in competition, which made it all the hotter with both women lusting after each other and resenting each other at the same time. Trent lost his underpants and waggled his hard-on around, as he was on the same square as Talia she then bent over and began to suck him off".
"That sounds amazing," Deborah remarked. I looked around and was shocked to see that the skirt was gone and her fingers were moving steadily beneath her lacy black underwear. There was something even sexier about the image with her suit jacket still being fully buttoned up. I knew in order for her fingers to keep moving I had to crack on with the story, so on I cracked.
"Er...so then Mel had to masturbate Trent, but instead of doing it with her hands she did it with her tits whilst Talia moved her thong aside and played with her pussy, I then had to remove my shoes and got a blowjob from Talia and Trent whist Mel watched and played with herself. Talia got naked, Trent revealed that his favourite position was DP and Talia mocked Mel for not knowing what that was which really got under her skin. Mel responded by stripping off entirely, causing the rest of us to lose our clothes, meaning we were four naked people around the board and every strip space was now a "dare space"," I explained.
"Sounds hot," Deborah breathed as she started to unbutton her suit. I carried on.
“What happened next was even hotter as Mel scooched over to Talia and started playing with her pussy before going down on her, Trent stuck his tongue inside Mel and Talia started sucking on my cock, all of us sucking and moaning like a sexual human snake, then Talia mounted me whilst Trent fucked Mel on the sofa, her legs draped over his shoulders as I fucked his wife," I described to the Doctor.
"Mmmm, Oh God, I bet that was amazing!" Deborah exhaled as she continued to flick across her pussy under her panties whilst the other hand was down the right cup of her black bra.
"Then things really exploded as Mel got a new challenge. DP," I mentioned.
"Has she ever done that before?" Deborah asked.
"First time. Talia got the lube and helped lube up my cock as Mel impaled herself on Trent's dick, I fed two fingers into her arse before replacing it with my tool, the two of us see-sawing inside her pussy and her backside before Mel exploded in orgasm on the two of us with Trent filling her twat while I filled her bum-hole with cum," I said and turned to see Deborah getting so close to climax. I had to continue on but the story had run its course. The only thing I could do is use the argument to finish her off. "Then I found out that Mel and Talia had been to the gym together and sucked off six guys, six hard cocks around them pulsing under their tongues, spraying them on their tits, on their faces, and even in their mouths as the two of them kissed each other," I lied at the end.
"OH MY FUCKING JESUS! OH THAT'S IT, THAT'S..." Deborah shouted as she arched in her chair, gripping the armrests in absolute delight as she closed her legs together on her own hand. Her statuesque body showed no sign of ageing at all with both breasts peeking over the cups and her knickers now pushed to the side revealing just how wet she was down there as she went limp and her legs opened wide. "Oh wow! It sounds like an incredible night. So why did things end badly?"
"Because I didn't know about the six guys and Mel didn't know that I'd...slept with...other people too," I confessed, bringing Deborah back to speed with the problems I was facing.
"So your crisis is partly down to guilt as well as jealousy, yes?" Doctor Deborah questioned as she pushed her nipples back in her cups.
"I guess," I replied. My mood was all over the place, my emotions veering from anger to sorrow, to God only knows what, some combination of the two.
"I think I can help you, but you have to trust me," Deborah commented. I looked over at her as she zipped her skirt back up.
"Right now, I'd trust the devil himself," I remarked.
"Well, he can't write prescriptions, but I do believe he can hypnotise people and I'd like to do that with you, put you in a suggestive state and help you relax. How does that sound?" Deborah suggested.
"Sure, whatever. What do I need to do?" I asked, cynically.
"Well it starts with you listening to my voice," Deborah began. "I want you to shut out all other things, the feeling of your feet, the feelings of your hands, the world outside your mind. The only things I want you to focus on is the sound of my voice and the in and out of your breathing, in...and out, in...and out".
And that's all I remember as a sense of calm came over me and I was enveloped into a blissful state of blackness.
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When I came to it felt like I had played nap roulette, that game where you go for a nap with no alarm and then wonder just how long you've been out for. Is it fifteen minutes, is it two hours? Who can say? There was no longer light outside and the room was dark, leaving me to feel strangely disorientated. I got off the sofa and looked outside, all the cars from before were still there. The clock on the desk indicated it was 7:50pm meaning I must have been out of action for about two hours. I still felt somewhat groggy from being in the trance state and so stumbled over to the door, the pattern on the glass fully illuminated from the landing light.
I headed out and downstairs.
The sounds hit me first as they always did, the sounds of moans, the sounds of grunts, the sound of skin slapping against skin, in the past I may have wondered what the hell it was but now it was unmistakable. I could hear the sounds coming from the front room.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh yeah!"
"Fucking yeah, oh slam that in there!"
"Oh, you dirty bitch! You fucking love it, don't you!"
After the previous night's torrid times my brain was telling me to run to the door, dart out and put all of these shenanigans behind me, but here I was, compelled to be drawn further and further in, my feet shuffling towards the door, towards the Doctor's monthly practise meeting that was clearly anything but boring. I could only make out shapes through the translucent and patterned glass so I opened the door and took in the incredible sight.
On the sofa pinned between two pulsing cocks was Doctor Wilma Warbler, behind her was Doctor Dave underneath her fucking her pussy, and above her fucking her arse was Doctor Bart, the three of them all angry fucking, all three of them wearing a thin film of sweat, with Wilma's face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
"OH FUCK ME, HARDER YOU BASTARDS!" she yelled her head held back as Doctor Bart held her hair for extra traction. The fury of their movements pulled my eyes away from everyone else in the room as their rage, lust and anger seemed to draw everyone's attention to them. They moaned, groaned and writhed as if they were a beast with three backs, the slapping of skin from Bart's hips meeting Wilma's arse getting louder and louder.
"Come on. Say you want my cum in your arse!" Doctor Dave instructed the Junior Doctor through gritted teeth. I wasn't sure where that instruction featured in the BMA.
"CUM IN ME! CUM IN MY ARSE!" Wilma said, willingly echoing Doctor Dave's words as Bart leant forward and took her erect left nipple in his mouth, her eyes going wide in surprise at the unexpected move. "WHAT ARE YOU...OH DON'T STOP FUCKING AND SUCKING ME!"
With that Wilma let out a throaty groan as her face went pink in pleasured release, with Bart beneath her clearly unable to hold back on his own trigger releasing his cum deep inside her with a throaty gurgle and contorted face.
"OH MY GOD, TOO MUCH!" yelled Doctor Dave in surprise as he stopped moving, his hand going from using Wilma's hair as traction to grabbing her cheeks in order to make sure he pumped everything inside her. Wilma fell forward onto Bart and Doctor Dave moved back, his wet, deflating dick still semi-hard in front as he slumped in an armchair. I then noticed on the other couch, Doctor Deborah, still in her stockings, bouncing up and down on Doctor Robert's cock, her back to him, watching events elsewhere whilst Doctor Suzanne had her face at the connection between the two of them, lapping at Robert's cock and Deborah's snatch.
"HEY!" Deborah exclaimed as she looked at me. Suzanne turned, her face full of Deborah's juices as she looked at me...and smiled, paying no more attention to her colleagues and instead walking provocatively towards me.
"Hey, you," Suzanne said, standing on tip-toe and moving her face near to mine, so I could feel her breath on my lips.
"Hey," I replied back, as my hands went to her hips, my fingertips meeting her boiling hot skin.
"OOH! Your hands are cold," Suzanne remarked, as I moved from fingertips to full palms moving over her naked flesh as I looked down at her flush body, her volumous boobs, her tuft of mousy hair over her mound, before moving my gaze to her face. Suzanne had these crazy big cheek bones in her face that created a kind of diamond-shape and an infectious smile, but she wasn't smiling now. As her fingers moved over my clothing, letting it fall to the floor she was looking at me with longing and desire.
"Not everything is," I countered, causing her to stop and reach for my belt and reach inside, her hand gripping my girth and then staring up at me in appreciation.
"I didn't know we had a weapons division, but it looks like your packing," Suzanne said, her hand moving up and down my length as I pulled my shirt over my head as fast as I could so I could savour her nakedness as she pressed ever nearer me. My hands grabbed her cheeks and forced her to me. "OOH! Are you going to arrest me?"
"No, and it looks like I can't take down your particulars either," I joked as my hands went to her curly hair bringing her face ever nearer mine till her hot breath was against my lips, till the space between my lips and hers diminished so much they were almost touching, till...
"Hmmm!" Suzanne moaned, as she kissed me and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, my hands moving up then massaging her breasts. Movement caught my attention and I opened my eyes to see Doctor Deborah dismount from the moaning Robert and then bring his rod to her mouth as he exploded on her tongue.
"OH, FUCKING HELL!" Robert roared as his cock splattered his cum on her mouth and face. "How's that for a protein injection?"
"I've had worse," Deborah replied, chuckling, before she turned and spied Suzanne and I. Deborah crawled over to the two of us and stood up. Our three naked bodies mashed together with Suzanne and Deborah boob to boob then boob to chest. Deborah's hand joined Suzanne's around my girth, savouring the weight.
The two women pulled me to the sofa where Doctor Robert was still recovering and pushed me back on there before Suzanne straddled my lap whilst giggling. Her hand reached down, joined by Deborah's whilst they positioned me at Suzanne's entrance, holding me there momentarily before the good Doctor slid down my pole.
"URRGH! THAT'S NICE!" Suzanne exclaimed as her mound sank all the way to my hips. Her quim felt great wrapped round me but I felt strangely detached, like I was watching the events unfold inside yet outside myself; savouring the moment yet unmoored from the worries and reality of my life at the moment.
"Oh yeah, oh god, HMMMM!" Suzanne purred as she bounced on my cock. Behind her I could see Doctor Deborah had made her way over to Doctor Dave on the floor and was already reviving his member by performing CPR on it, with her mouth sucking the length up and down, seeming to breathe life into it as she did.
On the other couch Doctor Wilma was busy kissing Doctor Bart, her hands stroking his chest as he grabbed her arse and squeezed, meanwhile Doctor Robert had got up and was fondling Deborah's breasts as she stroked his skinny tool. The room was throbbing with mmmm's and feminine sighs and guttural moans as everyone here was engaging in some kind of activity, lord knows how long they'd been fucking away before I got here, the room was heavy with the smell of sweat and cum and I pitied whoever had to clean it as I watched Suzanne's tongue meet Doctor Robert, the older man's fingers dextrously playing with Suzanne's left nipple as she enthusiastically bounced on my cock, her high pitched sighs spurring me on as I reached up to tweak her other nipple.
"OH GOD! Oh that's...HURGH! HOLY...EEEEEEE!" Doctor Suzanne squealed like a boiling kettle as her pussy contracted around my cock, as it did I felt myself get caught up in the moment and shot my seed inside her, my body already feeling somewhat separate and out of synch with the rest of me. I could no longer keep a hold of consciousness as my body seemed to give up as my eyes closed and I completely blacked out.
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Mel led on the bed, fully clothed in her favourite jumper and jeans combo trying to hold off from bursting into dramatic tears. The last few days had seen her be torn apart from emotional and physical excess that she was in shock from yet also craving more of at the same time. There was the chasm inside her that needed filling and she could feel herself feeling guilty over needing more, sorrowful of what this had done to her marriage, shame over the wantonness she was experiencing and yet she still had this lusty itch of need she just couldn’t scratch coursing through her hot veins.
She'd had more sex at the gym, had masturbated herself into oblivion this afternoon, been ravaged by Sylvia and Shaun and yet there was still something missing. In truth, she needed guidance, wisdom, advice, she needed a friendly face and a listening ear. She'd already rang Jenny but couldn't get through. All she got was her answerphone message. She elected to leave a message and send a text.
Need to talk urgently. Everything going wrong in Forston. Don't know what to do. X x x
Mel pressed send and thought if there was anyone else she could contact. Her family? Lord, no, but Mel knew she needed advice from someone like that, but who? It was then Mel worked out who to speak to, it was the Chief. Chief Inspector Frank Forrester, he would be able to give Mel the advice she needed. He'd know what to do.
Mel got up and grabbed her coat and her scarf and headed out to find Frank Forrester, sit down and have a bloody good talk with him. She was sure he'd have the answers. It would be like talking to her Dad but she could unload all her sexual burdens as well rather than money or men troubles in a general sense when she spoke with her old man. Mel hurried down the stairs and heard Sylvia before she saw her.
"Just put it in will you, you know it makes a difference!" Sylvia yelled.
"It doesn't need it! I'm telling you it gets warm enough without it!" Shaun countered. Mel couldn't believe the two sex-maniac hotel owners were at it again. Mel straightened herself down and went into the reception area, only to be confronted with the happy couple, arguing, fully clothed in front of the log-burning fire.
"If I say it needs paraffin fire-lighters added then just add them!" Sylvia barked at her husband.
"Whatever, woman!" Shaun countered, breaking up the white material and tossing it in there before setting it all ablaze.
"I'm sorry about that, my love. Are you all right?" Sylvia asked, detecting that Mel had been upset.
"No, I mean yeah, I'm okay. Listen, I don't suppose you can tell me where Chief Inspector Frank Forrester lives?" Mel asked, her heart pounding at the prospect of getting her shit sorted out.
"Of course. I'll write it down for you. If you like I could ring him up and let him know you're on your way. Would that be all right?" Sylvia enquired. Mel loved this about Forston. Everyone was so nice and would do anything for each other, unlike the cut-throat city.
"Yes, please. That would be wonderful," Mel found herself saying, enthusiastically. Sylvia wrote down the address and Mel headed out, her fleece and jumper protecting her from the cold as she jauntily headed to Frank's house. As she got there to the substantial detached property she could see someone inside, even though the house was raised up so you could only see someone's head and shoulders. She was looking forward to having some non-physical company where she could get her problems sorted. She bounded up the path that went upwards to the house and was about to knock when Frank opened the door for her.
"Hello, Melissa. How are you doing?" Frank asked. Frank was over six feet tall, but the three steps that lead up to the house and Mel being on a path that led downwards made her feel small, and more like a daughter talking to her dad, but she also knew this was the only person she could chat with. He was wearing a dressing gown and slippers, his legs bare, which seemed strange.
"I need to talk to you," Mel stated, as the hallway light's golden glow bathed her in its warmth.
"I had a feeling you'd come round. I was just in the middle of a talk to the young un's who've been doing their evangelical speeches in the village square but I'm sure there's room for one more," Frank replied cheerily as Mel started to climb the steps leading up to the Chief's house, she made it to the top of the tall steps that she was sure would be a nightmare on an icy winter morning and made her way inside, the warmth of the property enveloping Mel like a seat by the fire with some delicious hot chocolate, whilst behind her Frank slowly and deliberately closed, and then locked, the front door.
End of part 5
And upon that cliff-hanger ending that is where we leave Michael and Mel right now. Stick around for Part 6 next week as we head towards the final two parts.
See you then.
