Here we go as we near the end of this EPIC tale of carnal desires and country life. This is the penultimate episode with the last part dropping on next week. I hope you enjoy this one as it’s a bit shorter than the last.
Cheers.
Day 5a
The Fraying of the Sergeant
My eyes open and I take in my unfamiliar surroundings. I am not in the Honeymoon Suite and I am not in the new room I acquired. I am on the floor surrounded by six other people, all of whom are asleep, all of whom are covered in various bodily fluids. I look around knowing that Mel isn’t there but wishing she was, her naked form would have been a heavenly sight here, her ample tits, her firm backside, the light tiptoeing through the curtains and clinging to her curves. It would have really been something to see.
I was tempted to just get dressed and leave but I desperately needed a shower to get rid of the gunk off my body. I managed to get up and make my way over the three men and three women without waking anyone and crept upstairs carefully, my footfalls thankfully not hitting any venomous creaks that may have been hidden under the carpet like a trap.
I walk into the small bathroom and, after a bit of to and fro with the nob, eventually managed to get the right heat, the water cascading over me as I let the tiny rivulets bounce off my face, the hot water smacking over my body, raising my temperature as the warmth flooded my skin.
I looked down and could see that mini-Mike was already responding to the heat with a stirring “Hello!” I don’t know how long I’d been stood there, my hands pressed against the wall, the water stimulating me as I managed to get rid of the accumulated surface grime, the pleasure of those jets certainly hit a sweet spot for the better part of myself as he was now stood solidly to attention.
“Don’t you ever get tired?” I asked him as he looked back at me with one eye open. I dried myself off and wiped down the shower, which just seemed like the courteous thing to do in someone else’s house. It was then I realised a quick getaway was impossible as my clothes were still downstairs.
Fuck!
I crept downstairs and to the front room, however when I opened it now I was not greeted by sleeping bodies. Doctor Deborah was sandwiched on one sofa with Doctor Robert on one side of her and Doctor Dave on the other, her legs open and resting over their thighs, Doctor Dave’s fingers in her pussy as Doctor Robert strummed her bean, her head back in delight as she played with both their tools. On the floor Doctor Suzanne had her hand round Doctor Bart’s rod and was lazily rolling his foreskin back and forth awakening the monster, whilst his fingers probed between her legs, the two of them mouthing each other as their lips opened and moved adjacent to each other, their eyes closed as they were lost in the moment. It was then that movement drew my attention as Wilma strode towards me.
“You!” Wilma barked as she wrapped her arms round my neck and kissed me fiercely, forcing me against the door frame as she pressed against me, her body firm yet squishy where it needed to be. I wrapped my arms around her rib cage pressing her breasts into me as she wrapped her right leg around me forcing her other leg and hips off the ground. It was clear what she was aiming for and I was not going to deny her. I picked her up and angled her above my rod and slammed her against the wall next to the mirror so I could see what was happening on the sofa behind me.
“I want you in me,” Wilma said as she kept her arms wrapped round my shoulders. I moved my cock at her opening and let her slowly sink down as the noises built behind me with Dr Dave now bent in front of Deborah, his face between her legs as he dined on her snatch whilst pulling on his tool with Doctor Robert kissing Doctor Deborah whilst her left hand was still wrapped around his dick, rolling the foreskin back and forth.
“HEY!” Doctor Wilma said, grabbing my attention. “Focus on me!”
“Sorry. There’s a lot going on,” I replied as I began to move my hips up and down, my length getting sucked in, swallowed then let out of her precious, moist insides.
“See. Isn’t that better now you're focussed on me,” Doctor Wilma replied, before her gaze was drawn away from me to what was happening behind me. I let my eyes slide to the reflection as Doctor Dave moved up and rubbed his cock against Deborah’s slit as he looked at her face. She smiled and nodded and Dave shoved his girth inside her. Doctor Robert had now moved up from the sofa, his tool hovering near Deborah’s mouth before she looked up at him, and with doughy, distracted eyes, opened her mouth and let him slip inside. I looked back to Wilma who’s eyes were still focussed on what was happening over my shoulder. “Oh god, yeah. Suck that cock,” Wilma muttered.
“Now who’s focussed on someone else?”I asked as I stepped up my thrusts into Wilma.
“Sorry…I…I got distracted,” Wilma moaned as I took a look in the mirror.
“It is a sight to see,” I replied as I heard more moans behind me.
“Oh Gosh, Bart. You’re so thick!” Suzanne exclaimed. I couldn’t see what was happening but from the sounds behind me it sounded like she had ensconced herself onto his lap and her snatch had swallowed his meaty pole, the blonde physician clearly enamoured with Dr Bart’s physical attributes. “Oh fuck, Bart. Oh fuck me with that. Oh Christ, I wish I could get this on prescription”.
“What can you see?” I asked Dr Wilma as I slid inside her gripping, wet insides, enveloping my cock in its warm embrace.
“Suzanne’s riding Bart, OH! He’s just…MMMF! He’s just, pulled her down and…OOH, THAT’S IT! And….he’s biting her nipples,” Wilma replied as I did my best to distract her.
“I can’t reach from here, but I bet you wish I was biting your nipples,” I suggested as she smiled back at me, her naked body moving up and down as she remained jammed between myself and the wall.
“Oh, you fucking know it!” Wilma exclaimed as the moans started to reach a crescendo behind me. Doctor Dave’s grunts were getting more frantic as his thrusts quickened, Doctor Robert was moaning with his head back as Doctor Deborah slurped her tongue around his tool, and behind me Suzanne was savouring Bart’s girth as she bounced up and down on him. All of this noise was getting to me as I started to fuck Wilma with a wild abandon, my hips smacking hers as I slid inside her hot, tight snatch.
“OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FUCK!” yelled Wilma as I powered into her. Behind me I saw Dave and Robert cover Deborah’s face and stomach with cum, as behind me Bart groaned in delight as he emptied himself with Suzanne. Wilma grabbed my face and looked straight in my eyes. “Look at me when you cum! Look at me!”
“Oh, God. That’s…” I said as I shot my load deep inside, Wilma stiffened herself and pulled my face into her neck as she ran her nails into my back. The entire room cumming together in orgasmic rapture. I disconnected myself from Wilma and placed her on the floor, she reached up and kissed me gently as I did so.
“Thanks for that, hon,” Wilma remarked as she skipped away.
“Oh, shit!” Doctor Deborah remarked looking at Wilma. “I’d forgotten about this”.
“Only, two showers. Last one in’s a rotten egg!”
Wilma shouted as she shot out of the door. Deborah was next, the guy’s slightly slower. As for me. I’d shower again back at the hotel. I picked up my clothes, put them on and headed back into town.
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The four deaths of the last few days were plaguing me now. In the city a murder investigation may have started with the first two deaths, but now we were at FOUR victims and still no sign of any serious police work going on. As I entered my hotel room I grabbed my wisest friend and looked him in his one eye before asking the key question.
“Am I RIGHT in thinking that these deaths are not accidents?” I asked before shaking it vigorously, eagerly awaiting its sage advice.
My answer is no
I knew it! I knew I was right. That had to mean that the deaths were suspicious. I headed to the station to pick up Dani and discuss the case and try and piece together what was going on, but when I got there I heard singing coming from inside, a song I knew all too well, a song that no-one wanted to hear and no-one wanted to sing, thankfully they had gotten to the end when I opened the door so all I heard was...
"TO YOU! Happy birthday, Dani," Talia said, bending over and giving my partner a full kiss on the lips, to an array of assorted "ooh's" from everyone else.
"Dani, why didn't you say something?" I asked as her colleagues cut the cake.
"Well we were working weren't we?" Dani replied, earnestly. I headed back towards the door. "Hey, where are you going now?"
"Personal errand. Don't go anywhere," I instructed her as I drove like Max Verstappen down to Grace Gardner's horticultural centre to get a Japanese peace lily for Dani's birthday, as I got there I could see various signs in the window stating she was selling up and moving on. This I found surprising as it looked like she was extremely popular in the FSO and in the general community. I couldn’t help but wonder how badly all her friends were taking her departure.
I knocked on the window, trying to sound more like a customer and not like an angry police officer demanding entry (our harsh knocking on doors is something in life we find difficult to switch off) and eventually Grace wandered over.
"Oh, hiya love!" Grace said, waving her shears around like some kind of demented person.
"Hello, Grace. I wonder, could you tell me if you have any Japanese Peace lilies in stock?" I enquired. Grace nodded and let me inside. Across the window there was a huge banner saying "Closing down sale. Everything must go". I had to admit I was surprised as I'd heard nothing of this before now.
"I didn't know you were leaving us," I mentioned as Grace began to prepare the plant.
“Yes, I’ve lived here all my life and thought it was time for a change,” said Grace as she waved her shears, inches away from my face. “Especially if what I’ve heard about the humanist chapel is true”.
“What have you heard about the humanist chapel?” I enquired.
“Well, it turns out that Raymond Wright was trying to get the humanist chapel condemned so that Tristan Turner could buy it for development. Clive Clark and Carly Clipper were helping him with that,” Grace began. Suddenly the lack of funds for the beautiful building made sense and I started to piece together recent events in a more coherent way.
“Anyway with all this talk of the land being available for development it’s caused my shop and the land to double in price, so I thought I might as well sell up and enjoy life. I mean with all these recent deaths it made me realise how short life is,” Grace stated as she spread her arms about to indicate she was selling all that she surveyed.
“Well that’s…WHOA!” I yelled as Grace waved her shears so dangerously near my face if I hadn't moved back it would’ve likely sliced off my nose. She was a tad care-free in the way she waved her super-sharp, super-sized scissors about. No wonder she’d lost a finger.
“Would you like this gift-wrapped?” Grace asked, bringing me back to the moment.
“Er, yeah. Would you excuse me for a moment?” I politely asked as I went back to my squad car to pick up my notepad. I finally felt like I was cracking this mysterious deaths case wide open. Delighted that the world was making sense again I turned and witnessed something that would haunt my dreams.
Grace had her shears sticking out of her guts. A shadowy figure I could not make out was standing across the counter, their hands on the shears indicating that they had stabbed her and were still trying to attack her, but weirdly their hands weren’t on the handles but on the blades.
“STOP! IN THE NAME OF THE LAW!” I yelled before running across the street. I saw the culprit grasp their hand in pain as if they had cut themselves on the blade as Grace tore them out of herself and blood went everywhere, then…
BANG!
In my haste to get back to the shop I paid no attention to the car coming the opposite way. I slid on the bonnet till the vehicle came to a halt, it then deposited me on the ground, causing my head to feel like it was rotating on my shoulders.
“Oh my God, are you all right? You came out of nowhere,” the driver, an elderly lady, says to me as she crouches down in front of her tiny Nissan Micra. One wouldn’t think a car that small could hurt so much. I got up and looked over at the shop. The mysterious figure had disappeared and left Grace slumped on her chair. I don’t know how long I was out for but in the background I could hear the siren from an ambulance. It was clear that for Grace Gardener, there would be no more life to enjoy.
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“GRACE GARDENER WAS FUCKING MURDERED!” I yelled as I re-entered the station where my fellow officers were acting as though I was spouting empty and ludicrous conspiracy theories. I felt like I was going mad as my colleagues seemed to exist in a state of permanent ignorance.
“Oh, give it a rest,” DS Booker stated as he looked to the ceiling in exasperation.
“Yeah, accidents happen all the time. Why do you think she was murdered?” Talia asked, somewhat curious.
“Because I was there! I saw someone holding the shears at the scene!” I barked at my colleagues, who continued to look at me as though I had two heads.
“Here’s something, why were you at the scene? DC Barber commented.
“I was buying a…Japanese Peace Lily for Dani’s birthday,” I commented, to even more strange looks from everyone in there.
“And you’re saying there just happened to be a murder happening at the same time?” DS Booker questioned.
“Why is that less likely than a lethal accident?!” I commented.
“Because an accident involves one person whereas a murder requires at least two people and deliberate intent, therefore an accident is always more probable in a case of harm,” replied DS Booker using impeccable logic that I couldn’t fault.
“Hang on, how do we know you didn’t do this, bearing in mind you see “murder” everywhere?” asked DC Barber, really getting my goat.
“BECAUSE THE KILLER CUT THEMSELVES ON THE SHEARS, YOU ABSOLUTE…”
“Sergeant,” said Frank, sternly.
“…Sir!” I finished, letting my mood calm. I turned and Frank nodded me into his office for what I assumed was a dressing down.
“Sir…” I began, but the Chief Inspector held up a hand and started speaking first.
“Sergeant, I get your fervour and dedication for the job, but this place is not the big city,” the Chief began. “It’s not like there’s danger round every corner, we all know each other, we all know what’s going on”.
I couldn’t help but doubt that the Chief knew all the stuff that was going on in his village. The sexual shenanigans, the lascivious nature of its occupants and the rampant dalliances of everyone who got sucked into the village's immoral orbit, but I chose to keep those details to myself, especially because I was caught up in them.
'But, Sir. In this case, I can prove that there's something going on," I remarked, the Chief noticing my confidence and determination and merely nodding in respect. I had his back and that's all I needed to do the right thing.
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Mel awoke, naked in a super-king size double bed that was most definitely not in her suite. For a moment she couldn’t figure out where she was or how she got there before she looked over to an open wardrobe and spotted the police uniform inside, then it all came back to her.
Mel had sought guidance from someone who reminded her of her Dad, but someone she could open up to about the sexual shenanigans that she had become embroiled in during her time in Forston. She was sure that Frank could help her out with this.
“Hello, Melissa. How are you doing?" Frank asked. Frank looked like a giant at the top of those steps leading up to his house, like some creature of myth whose wisdom could not be reproached.
"I need to talk to you," Mel stated, as the hallway light's golden glow bathed her in its warmth. She knew she wanted to be in there and be enveloped in that blissful heat.
"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 moved inside she paid no heed as he closed and locked the door behind her. “Just head towards the kitchen and I’ll put the kettle on”.
Mel headed down the hallway to the kitchen which she could see with its door being open, grabbing a seat at the kitchen table which was almost as big as her living room. These old houses just had different standards to some of the box buildings these days.
“Cup of tea, Mel?” Frank suggested in that easy-going manner of his.
“Please,” replied Mel, removing her jacket and still feeling warm in the heat of the spacious kitchen. Mel looked around and could see a picture over on the fridge of Frank, back when his hair was brown talking to a stunningly attractive woman with luxurious, long, wavy brown hair that seemed to contain multiple colours. They were both smiling as Frank held her from behind.
“Is that Mrs Forrester?” Mel asked.
“It was. She’s no longer with us,” Frank replied, his smile fading momentarily.
“Oh, I’m SO sorry, I didn’t mean to…” Mel apologised, before Frank waved her concerns away.
“It’s been a while since she passed,” Frank remarked, the sadness still showing somewhat, but buried behind layers of time. “Don’t get me wrong, I do miss her. Her smile, her laugh, her blowjobs. Milk? Sugar?”
“Oh…erm. Milk, no sugar,” Mel replied, slightly thrown by Frank’s comment about his late wife.
“Yes, often was the time I’d come home from work stressed out of my eyeballs and slump into my chair and she’d just unbuckle my belt and melt away the stresses of the world with her mouth. Ah, happy days,” Frank recalled as he let the milk splash into Mel’s tea, causing her to lick her lips as she thought about the couple in the photo and their ravenous sexual adventures. Younger Frank as a sergeant getting back and watching as his wife knelt in front of him between his legs, unfastened him, got his cock out that was already hardening under her touch, played with it for a few seconds before licking at the underside, her eyes on his as those worries began to disappear as she unfastened her blouse, Frank’s hand on the back of her head making sure his stiffy fucked her warm, welcoming mouth, whilst she removed her top and her bra.<
“So, what did you come to talk to me about?” Frank continued, as he sat down with two cups of tea, plonking himself on the chair opposite Mel.
“I needed to talk to someone about me and Michael,” Mel began, the words tumbling out of her mouth like they were sat on her tongue so long, just opening her mouth to speak caused them to flop out.
“Oh, no. What’s the issue? Nothing serious I hope,” Frank sympathised as he took a drink, prompting Mel to do the same.
“I think…I think Michael and I will be…will be getting a divorce,” Mel stated, before bursting into tears.
“Oh no! I’m…I’m SO sorry, but why? What’s occurred?” Frank enquired looking around the kitchen in a state of moral confusion.
“I cheated on him with some guys at the leisure centre. He cheated on me with some other women, too,”Mel sobbed, as she took a piece of kitchen tissue from Frank.
“Oh no no no! This is not what I wanted. Not what I wanted at all!” Frank remarked as he got up with his cup of tea, pacing the floor as he drank from his cup.
“What do you mean?” Mel asked.
“My dear, love should be…something we share with those we love, but sex, well, that needn’t be,” Frank began, causing Mel to wrinkle her nose questioningly. “Let me show you,” Frank continued, taking Mel’s hand and leading her down the hallway to the front room, but pausing at the closed door. “Do you trust me?”
Mel thought for a moment as she looked at Frank. He really did remind her of her Dad. He was tall at over 6 foot, lean and still possessing all his hair, even though it had silvered. He had a calm, measured manner that meant he seemed like he had all the answers, all the time. Mel felt completely at ease in his company.
“I trust you, Frank,” Mel replied.
“Good. Now let’s see how these young ‘uns are doing,” Frank chuckled as he gripped the door handle. Mel then remembered that Frank had mentioned that they were there but it had slipped her mind. Frank opened the door and they entered.
The room was dark, lit only by the fire whose orange flames cavorted lavishly in the hearth. It took Mel’s eyes a moment to adjust to the two naked figures entwined on the rug in front of the fire. Their hands explored each other as they kissed, their bodies clearly younger than Frank and Mel, she had them pegged in their early twenties at the oldest, the guy was kissing the woman’s neck as his hand explored her breasts, she had her head back, eyes closed in delight as she had one hand behind his back and the other slowly moving back and forth down his rod.
“Oh my word!” Mel exclaimed, her voice shocked but held in a whisper, not even distracting the two people in front of the fire.
“Let’s grab a seat shall we?” Frank advised, gently pushing Mel in the front room and closing the door behind her. Frank took up a position in the armchair whilst Mel sat on the sofa. Mel felt herself getting warm between her legs just watching this young couple as they romped in front of them, the two of them caught up in their rapture for each other.
“This…what…” Mel began unable to finish her question to ascertain what was going on.
“This? I decided to have a word with these young uns about the benefits of a healthy attitude to sex and sexuality. I think they’re finally getting it. Don’t you?”
“Uh-huh,” Mel sighed as she squirmed in her seat watching as the two fondled and caressed each other as though they were the only people that mattered in the world. Their mouths pressed against each other firmly enough to show their desire, soft enough to feel the other's pressure.
“I remember this. This feeling of love, this feeling of passion, this feeling that the person you’re touching is the only one that matters in the universe,” Frank spoke, his words like a poetic Director’s commentary over the events occurring in front of them.
“I remember,” Mel replied. It was true. She remembered back to an early date with Michael, the two of them on the couch, her hand reaching down into his trousers fishing out his rock-hard rod and her heart skipping a beat as she wondered how it would feel inside her. She remembered him unbuttoning her top and sucking on her left boob, and her brain spinning in delight as he nibbled her nipple, her knickers getting so wet for him as his hand reached inside. She’d had lovers before Michael but something about him delighted her body in a way that no-one else had before.
Now she was watching this naked couple move against each other, their hands searching the other person’s nakedness, longing for them, needing them, searching for that other soul to join with. His fingers in her hair as he moved her face towards his own, the other hand in her snatch, his fingers moving inside her as she quivered beneath his machinations, her hand sliding up and down his tool as she pointed it towards her thighs, showing him where she wanted him to be, where she needed him. Mel’s thighs were exploding with heat as her insides were aching to feel something inside her, to welcome something in, to feel a presence in her wetness.
“Mind if I sit with you?” Frank asked Mel. Mel turned and noticed the bulge moving from between his legs laying over toward his hip in front of Frank’s dressing gown. She knew she should admonish him for being a disgusting old perv, really let him have both barrels and so answered his disgusting suggestion.
“No,” Mel whimpered. Frank got up and the bulge became more noticeable, moving the cloth in front of him. Frank past in front of her and sat, as he did the dressing gown gave up the ghost and opened up revealing Frank’s inflated member, hovering heavily before it rested on his left leg.
“I’m sorry about that, let me cover that up,” Frank offered, grabbing the cloth to move it over. Mel held out her hand momentarily to prevent him and he got the message, her eyes mesmerised by his length, the vein underneath, the sheer audaciousness of Frank’s cock. She couldn’t remove her eyes from it. The volume of the couple in front of the fire may have been escalating but for now she didn’t care, she just wanted to wrap her hand around it, for starters. “Do you want to touch it?”
Mel nodded.
“I want you to touch it,” Frank responded. Mel licked her lips, the young couple momentarily grabbing her attention as they moved with the two of them sitting up and the young woman straddling her partner’s lap, reaching down to position his tool before she impaled herself onto it, a delighted smile gracing her lips as she did so, her breasts, perking outwards like strange fleshy triangles as she began to move up and down his lap. Mel wanted to watch but she also wanted to partake in something else too. She moved her eyes back to Frank’s girthy length. She wanted to touch it. She had to touch it. She reached out and wrapped her fingers around it, lifting it up so it was standing between Frank’s legs.
“Your hand feels good,” Frank responded as Mel gripped his tool, mesmerised. She looked up at Frank then back to his one-eyed monster and began moving her hand up and down his shaft. In the corner of her eye she could see the couple moving slowly as they made love in front of the fire, their motions deliberate and passionate as they looked into each other’s eyes, but Mel kept her focus. She looked as she moved her hand back and forward down Frank’s engorged, bloated rod, the end shiny with a tiny amount of pre-cum showing that she could just taste if she stuck her tongue out. Mel licked her lips at the thought of it. Frank undid his robe round the middle and let it fall open, his body almost completely naked now leaving Mel feeling decidedly overdressed.
“Shall I help you out of your clothes, Melissa?” Frank asked. Using her full name like that was something her father did and it made her body goose-bump in delight as her gaze moved up and down Frank’s body and back down to her hand sliding over the heavy veiny creature within her grasp.
“Yes, Frank,” Mel replied as she let her hand fall away from between his legs, surrendering her body to him, allowing him to strip her down as he slipped out of his robe entirely and knelt in front of her. Frank’s hands gently gripped her jumper and pulled it over her head.
“Red? I like red,” Frank commented. Mel looked down and noticed this. She’d put her red lingerie on to visit Frank. Why? She only wore red when she was making a conscious display that she was in the mood for some action. Frank removed her jeans revealing the red matching thong underneath. "Matching. I like that even more".
"Uh-huh! WOOOH!" Mel screamed as Frank picked her up by her waist, spun around and plonked himself back down, placing her onto his lap facing him. He moved her up and moved his cock so it was pointing upward between Mel's legs to her wet pussy. Frank looked down at the thong, up at Mel's face and then back to the underwear, moving it to one side so he had clear access to Mel's waiting glistening prize. Frank moved so his head was between Mel's fleshy folds. It was up to her now, only she could decide what happens next. Mel gulped as she looked at the older man's face. "UURGGGHH!"
"Oh fucking yeah!" Frank whispered with eyes closed as Mel sank down to his hips, his tool filling Mel's insides as she looked to the heavens in delight. His fleshy rod was hot and heavy inside her, reaching every part of her as she enveloped him in her hotness. Frank moved his hands to her cheeks and squeezed her buttocks as she began to move up and down. “My students, are you ready for your next lesson?”
“Oh yes, Frank,” spoke the woman behind Mel as she moved up and down Frank’s log, enraptured. Mel detected their movement but couldn’t see them and at this moment she didn’t care.
“Suck Mel’s tits,” Frank ordered. Mel looked at the two naked people either side of her as each one of them leaned in and took a nipple in their mouths, both of them sucking and rolling their tongues around the fleshy nub and the metal bar through them.
“HO OH OH!” Mel responded as her pussy and nipples seemed to react together like there was an invisible tether between them, it was then things went stratospheric as Frank moved his thumb over Mel’s clit and gently rolled his digit in subtle circular motions.
“HURH! HUNN! HUURF!” Mel moaned as words seemed unable to come from her as almost every sphere of her body seemed to be aflame, her nipples, her clit, her pussy. The sensations going through her were overwhelming. She stretched back, her hands digging into Frank’s thighs, the veins in her neck popping out, her head back, face staring at the ceiling. Mel reached up, grabbing the unknown guy's head, forcing it against her breast, then did the same for the woman, all four of them connected and locked in position as the delicious impulses flooded her body and she felt herself cum on Frank’s lap and his cock.
“OH MY FUCKING GOD!” Mel screamed as her eyes went wide, her mouth agape. Her body went limp and Frank moved his hands quickly behind her back to make sure she didn’t fall.
“You see, I was teaching Euan and Emma here the joy, not just of love and sex, but also of pure sex,” explained Frank as Mel gazed at the two lovers who’d helped her to one of the most mind-blowing orgasm’s of her life. Mel reached up to Euan’s head and pulled him in for a kiss, detecting Emma’s juices on his lips still. She pulled back and smiled at him before turning towards Emma.
“I’ve…I’ve never kissed a woman before,” Emma stated, looking nervous.
“Don’t worry. It’s like kissing a guy except better,” Mel explained. Gently, Mel pulled down Emma's face so it was getting closer and closer to hers until their lips softly pressed against each other, Emma hesitantly moving her mouth against Mel's. Mel decided to take things further and reached down between Emma's legs with her right hand as she pressed her mouth hard against Emma's and slipped her tongue inside. She could feel Frank's cock twitching inside her in excitement as he watched Mel and Emma make out, Emma now responding excitedly as her tongue met Mel's as they swirled around each other's mouths.
Mel detached herself from Frank's member and grabbed Emma by the hand, pulling her over to the fire, lying the young woman down there, lying on top of her in a 69 position, moving her head between her legs then feasting on the juices flowing from her cleft. Mel heard Emma moan in delight before she felt some tentative licks from her on her own twat, the lips of which were wide open, the clit engorged from rubbing against Frank's hips. For a little while the only sounds that could be heard were the groans of the two women, the noise of them hungrily feasting on the other's pussy and the crackling of the fire. Both men could only marvel at what was happening whilst stroking their solid selves. Eventually Frank made a move and Euan followed his lead.
Mel had her eyes closed as her tongue roved between Emma's lips so she felt, rather than saw Frank's cock against her cheek. Mel moved her face back and watched as the bloated length brushed against Emma's pussy lips and then moved gently inside her.
"HO! Ooooooh!" Emma moaned in delight at Frank's intrusion. Mel watched in fascination as his tool pumped in and out of Emma. For a moment she wondered where Euan was, then she felt his hand on her arse. Mel jumped in surprise, her face moving away from Emma's pussy so she was face-to-face with Frank. Frank looked down at her, cupped her face and winked before moving his mouth to hers, their lips glancing across each other as they mouthed against each other. Mel smiled up at her surrogate father figure and turned to face Euan, blowing him a kiss and smiling at him as he moved his tool to her entrance as his wife rolled her tongue over Mel's bean and slipped inside.
"HUUURRRHHH!" Mel groaned. Euan moving his dick inside Mel sent her head back in surprise. She gurgled in delight, her throat making guttural sounds as the two lovers tantalised Mel's love-box. Mel opened her eyes to see Frank look lovingly back at her. Her back end was being ravaged inside and out but all she could think at that moment was how good Frank's mouth would feel against hers.
"Kiss me, Frank," Mel spluttered as Euan's cock battered her from behind while Emma used her tongue to circle Mel's swollen nub.
"Not until you ask me right," Frank responded, one hand lifting her chin as the other pulled on the bar on of her pierced nipples causing more sensations to shoot through her body. Another orgasm was building again, but she was trying to hold it in, to cum when Frank’s lips were pressed against hers. She looked at the older man and understood what he wanted.
“Kiss me, daddy,” Mel uttered. She knew why she’d put her red underwear on, what she wanted from her talk with Frank, what she’d craved from him ever since things started progressing in Forston. Behind her Euan’s cock was twitching like it was ready to burst, and Emma’s licks seemed to be getting less frequent as Frank’s throbbing rod ravaged the fuck out of her, her efforts distracted by the pleasure Frank's engorged phallus was giving her. Mel's body felt like it was burning as fiercely as the fire next to her as she looked into Frank's kindly face that was contorted with lust as he moved his face ever closer to Mel's, his mouth open, his tongue moving ever outwards, meeting hers as they swirled around each other.
"Oh OH HMMMPPPHHH!" Mel cried as her second orgasm crashed over her, Euan's cock spurted his hot liquid inside Mel as Emma squealed in delight beneath her leaving Frank as the last man standing as he pounded Emma's hips, his length squishing in and out as his pelvis rubbed against her bean with each move. Mel could see the sweat creeping down Frank's brow as he got ever closer to his own orgasm. "Cum all over us, Daddy. Cum all over Emma and me".
With that Frank removed his cock from Emma's pussy and he and Mel watched as the first globby jet exploded across Mel's boobs, before the remainder splashed onto Emma's stomach. Mel laughed in surprise joy at the impact of Frank's load on her chest then watched the rest spray out in a state of voyeuristic glee. Eventually Frank finished and let go of his cock, only for Mel to lean down and suck the end in her mouth, her tongue reaching under his foreskin and rimming the tip.
“Fucking Hell,” whispered Frank as Mel continued working her oral magic. Frank looked at Mel and tenderly stroked her cheek, before regaining his usual state of commanding composure. “So, why don’t we all have a nice cup of tea, stoke the fire, and see what other lessons we can learn, shall we?”
Mel drew back the covers and could see that she had slept naked but she wasn't sure if anyone else had been in bed with her. Her eyes roved over the room trying to locate a clock before she spied her phone on the bedside cabinet with a hand-written note above it. She reached for the note and read Frank’s words.
Melissa.
I’m glad you enjoyed last night and I hope everything we discussed helped you with yours and Michael’s issues. There’s food in the fridge, make yourself at home and just leave the key under the rock at the front door.
Best wishes
Frank.
Everything they discussed? What on Earth did they discuss the previous night? Mel was flummoxed by that comment. Mel then grabbed her phone and looked at the time. 8:50. 8:50?! Holy shit, she’d be have to log into work from her phone and start getting stuff done there before switching to her laptop. Shit! Mel moved her focus back to the two red numbers at the bottom of the screen, three on calls, one on messages. As expected the missed calls were from Jenny and as she brought the messages up she could see the message was from her, nothing from Michael. Mel opened it up.
OMG. What’s going on? You okay, Hon? X x x
Mel began to type a response when the phone buzzed in her hand with a picture of Mel pulling a face and her blonde pixie friend laughing whilst blowing a kiss. Mel hit the green button.
“Jenny. Oh my, I’m so glad you’ve called. I wanted to…you’re what?” Mel asked as she slumped back in the ridiculously comfortable bed.
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We all marched down to the manager’s office to confront Byron Butcher, after all, it’s not every day you apprehend a serial killer. I entered the office only to be greeted by the always sleazy Sally Steward.
“I’d like a word with the manager, please,” I stated, in my most commanding voice. Sally merely looks at me and, casual as you like, leant over to the intercom to summon the suspect.
“Manager’s office, Byron Butcher. Byron Butcher, manager’s office,” Sally remarked, whilst managing to regard everyone in there with both a sleazy and a disdainful look. We all waited until Byron appeared, a smarmy grin plastered on his features as if he was simply untouchable.
“And how can I help you officers?” Byron asked as he settled into his office chair, master of his kingdom and all he surveyed.
“Byron Butcher, I’m arresting you on suspicion of the murder of Grace Gardener,” I retorted to his unctuous comment.
“Grace …is dead? How?” Byron asked, doing a very convincing job of seeming to be innocent.
“She impaled herself on her own shears,” Sergeant Francine Fuller remarked. I picked up a pen holder and threw it at my inept, incompetent colleague. “OW!”
“I’m also arresting you on suspicion of the murder of Clive Clark, Carly Clipper, Tristan Taylor and Raymond Wright,” I announced to the bemused Byron Butcher.
“Really, Sergeant? And why on earth would I want any of these people dead?” Byron asked in his usual condescending manner.
“Well I’m glad you asked,” I remarked before starting to lay down the circumstantial evidence that had helped me draw my conclusions. "I first became suspicious when you appeared at both the scene of the Clark/Clipper deaths AND the death of Tristan Taylor even though you worked on the other side of town. I also noted that in our recent chats you expressed a want to murder people who did not shop at your store”.
Byron remained sat at his desk, his feet up, arms resting with fingers intertwined on his stomach, a look of smug impassiveness on his face. I was looking forward to wiping it off.
“That in itself isn’t much to crow about as none of these people were popular with anyone, however what they were doing on top of all this was of particular interest to you,” I continued, wowing only myself as Byron seemed unmoved and my new team seemed not to care. “You see Tristan Taylor had big plans for Forston and was eyeing up a chunk of land to develop a new mega-mart, namely the land on which the humanist chapel stood and Grace Gardner’s adjacent florist/garden centre”.
I looked about and saw that the rest of my team looked puzzled, but I ploughed on with my theories anyway.
"Panicked by fear that your less than loyal customers would seek produce elsewhere you decided to kibosh the deal by staging a car wreck and getting rid of Tristan Taylor's solicitor and the unfortunate Carly Clipper, however that wasn't the end of your spree was it?" I asked as Byron Butcher remained so calm that it seemed as though he may fall asleep. "The next person on your list was the man buying the land itself, Tristan Taylor".
I watched to see if there was even the slightest flicker of doubt in Byron's mind but he remained as calm as the cucumber's in the fruit and veg aisle (a bargain at 95p for a large one).
"With Tristan Taylor you made it look like his dodgy building equipment had malfunctioned and set that bulldozer to plough right through his house, knowing he would not survive and there was one less person out of the way," I continued to still nothing but a blank look from Byron Butcher as he sat there, calmer than the ocean at the equator. "But further problems occurred when Raymond Wright informed Grace Gardner of the value of her land. If the Humanist chapel was condemned and Grace sold up you'd still have major problems and so you dispatched Raymond with the chapel roof and gutted Grace with her own shears."
Byron smiled and clapped his hands as I finished my statement, gleefully, confident of his own ability to squirm out of the circumstantial picture I had created.
"What a fascinating tale of whoa and misdeeds. Part of me almost wishes what you said there was true, bearing in mind the effort you must have gone to in order to come up with such a theory, sadly, none of it is and you don't have any hard evidence," Byron informed me.
"Well, that's where my theory falls apart, UNLESS, you sustained an injury, whilst impaling Grace with her own shears!" I raged as I checked Byron's right hand to see the cut from where they grabbed the blade. I checked his other hand and was met with the same clear palm and fingers. No injury existed, even though I’d seen the killer slice open their hand and flee in pain. My brilliant, pristine, oven-ready theory had come crashing down like a poorly built extension.
“Sergeant, are you all right?” Byron asked as I started to feel sick at the thought of dragging all my colleagues down here to take part in witnessing my abject humiliation. “Aha! I’ve just remembered. The store’s security footage should help clear my GOOD name,” Byron responded, cheerily as he pointed over at a set of displays with state of the art recording equipment.
“You can spool through at your leisure,” Byron said with a somewhat jaded grin. I’d tried to have him arrested for murder, humiliated myself and yet he seemed to take little joy from it. I headed over to their recording console and started the painstaking process of checking Byron Butcher’s alibi on my own as my colleagues had mirthlessly trundled back to the station, watching as hour after endless hour at every conceivable angle Byron Butcher was in the store when Grace was killed, ruling him out as a suspect in this and probably the other crimes too.
"Sergeant," Byron Butcher said behind me. I turned in the chair to face him, his face still carrying a certain kind of villainous malevolence with his slicked-back hair, twiddly-villain moustache and wicked, wicked smile. "What you said about me earlier, please understand, I bear you no malice, and I DO hope we can...bury the hatchet!"
There was something about the way he said bury the hatchet, like it wasn't a peaceful gesture but instead one that carried a fair amount of weight as a threat. I was determined not to apologise to him as clearly he was hiding something beneath that perfectly-coiffed head of hair, but what that was, I could not say.
"Mr Butcher, the only things I am concerned with are the law and the truth," I responded, as calmly and as blankly as possible.
"Are you sure that's wise?" Byron asked, menacingly.
"I'll take the truth, good or bad," I replied as I eyed up his responses. I noticed his left eye twitch involuntarily as I responded to his comment.
"So be it...Sergeant. I'll need my office back now...but I'm sure I'll be seeing you again...real soon," said Byron as he sat down behind his desk like a medieval ruler. Having humiliated myself enough and feeling slightly off after being run over earlier that day, I picked up my equipment, nodded at Byron and headed out.
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The Chief took one look at me as I entered the station and sent me back to my hotel to rest. I attempted to argue with him but he wasn't for having it. I moped away from the station, my heart heavy, my head spinning and then I heard my phone ping in my pocket. I removed the black slab and saw the name the text came from.
Mel.
I opened my phone, my fingers tripping over my passcode as I kept hitting the wrong numbers out of excitement, until eventually through patience or luck the right code slotted in.
Need to see you and talk tonight.
Fuck! What did that mean? Need to see you tonight to finalise our divorce? Need to see you tonight to get back together? Fucking Hell! I checked my watch…4’O’clock. I couldn’t wait till later. I had to see her now. I sent a reply to her text.
I’ll see you at the hotel.
I marched straight back to the hotel, my mind-a-whirring with umpteen thoughts and feelings good and bad, hurtling around and bouncing off the insides of my skull. I had to see her, to sort this right now.
I entered the hotel, bounding up the steps two at a time and strode down to the Honeymoon suite, formerly our suite, and pressed my head against the door…no sound. I rang Mel’s phone…no reply and no ringing sound from inside the room. What was going on? My mind was all over the place, but what I knew was I wanted to get in that room, have a look around, try and figure out where she was and what was going on?
In any other circumstance I’d have retreated to my room and just waited till Mel texted me again, but I wasn’t for thinking straight, I was barely thinking at all. I ran back downstairs toward reception only to find no-one there. I could see the keys hanging on the fob, and I knew the master key would open any door. If I went behind the counter and took that key I’d be breaking the law, but I was past the point of caring.
I looked around, saw no-one there, darted back into reception, grabbed the key and hurled myself back upstairs three at a time, making the Honeymoon suite at breakneck speed and letting myself inside, closing the door behind me. The room was a mess, with clothes and underwear strewn all over the place, except for her red stuff. My stomach flipped at that realisation. I could see the toy on the bed, the sheets strewn everywhere, stains on the sheets. Something had happened here. I felt myself be sick in my mouth as I comprehended that, closing my eyes so I didn't have to see what was going on. But I could imagine.
“Oh, that’s nice,” a female voice would moan.
“I love holding your cock,” another voice would chime in.
“It’s so hot in my hands, Shaun”.
Shaun. I opened my eyes and turned towards the wall with the dresser. It was the wall that connected the Honeymoon suite to the bedroom of the owners. The wall with the peep-hole, and clearly something was going on in there.
I had to push aside any instincts I may have had to take a look at what was going on. Finding out what Mel wanted was the priority.
“UNGH! That feels so good”.
Well, maybe just a quick peek. As quietly as possible I moved the dresser and looked through the peephole to the other bedroom. How they managed to fit so many people onto the bed I don’t know. Five of them were there. Sat at the top of the bed was Shaun with two female hands wrapped around his length, drawing the foreskin up and down. The hands belonged to an equally naked Michelle on his right and his ever-faithful, naked wife, Sylvia, to the left. Shaun was kissing Sylvia as his arms were stretched between the two women’s legs, playing with their pussies. I could see his left hand open the lips beneath Sylvia’s amber bush and then slide a slick finger inside, causing her head to flick back in delight, Shaun turned his head and switched his kissing to Michelle as Sylvia kissed his shoulder, her other hand stroking Shaun’s bicep.
Further down the bed was Martin and his sister-in-law, Martine. They were lying across the bed. The two of them were lost in each other's yes as their hands moved feverishly between each other's legs, Martine grasping Martin's fuck-tool as Martine mouthed an 'O" whilst Martin strummed her clit. Martine was stunning naked and I remembered the night I was on top of her, pounding away as she moaned beneath me in the delightful French accent. There was something about a woman moaning in sexual delight beneath you whilst switching languages that you had to experience to truly appreciate. Right now the two of them were not speaking, just gazing lustily at each other as their hands pleasured the other's sex, their naked forms wrapped up in the joy that the other was providing.
KNOCK KNOCK!
Shit! Someone was knocking on the door. I looked down and saw that I'd got mini-mike out and had my hand wrapped around him. I struggled to get my cock back in my pants as panic gripped me.
"Come in," said Shaun. The door of the other room opened and in walked Stephanie and Sara.
"Have we missed the pre-show fun?" blonde-haired Sara asked.
"No. Here, let me help you," Sylvia replied, quickly stripping the two young women whilst everyone on the bed stopped what they were doing momentarily to watch. Eventually all three were naked and stepped forward into a three-way embrace, their faces moving in for a kiss as their hands roved over each other's bodies. Sylvia's fuller backside contrasting with the two newbies' pert figures. They remained like that for a moment before they all settled down on the floor. Sylvia's legs remained wide open as the two girls settled down either side of her. Sara moving her hand between her legs as she kissed the hotelier and Stephanie moving her mouth to her ample breast. "URGH! That's it. Keep sucking," Sylvia smiled as she threw her head back, Sara moving her kisses to Sylvia's neck.
Michelle whispered something to Shaun and he nodded at her, moving across the bed mirroring Martin and Martine, before Michelle straddled his face and ran her hand back along Shaun's dick before she moved it to her face and ran her tongue around the head.
“Oh, that tongue of yours is like Magic,” Shaun stated before burying his face between Michelle’s thighs, her eyes rolling back into head head as she continued to taste the assorted flavours of Shaun’s crown. Meanwhile Martin and Martine’s hips started to buck involuntarily as they moved towards the finish. Sylvia’s head was back and the hotelier was laughing merrily as Sara and Steph both feasted on her titties with Sara’s fingers rubbing her clit whilst Steph moved her fingers inside the older woman.
“Hacomona!” Michelle muttered as she moved her mouth away from Shaun’s shaft whilst her buttocks clenched involuntarily under the duress that Shaun’s tongue was providing her, the sounds of slurping echoing around the room. Michelle’s face twitched as she propelled her hand up and down Shaun’s solid tool. Meanwhile Martin and Martine moved their hands from between each others legs and Martin mounted Martine his legs pushing hers back as he moved on top of her. Martine wrapped her legs around his thick middle as they kissed like no-one else was in the room before Martin moved down and started licking her nipple, her eyes closing as he did so.
“Ha ha ha! Oh, this is GREAT!” yelled Sylvia as the two younger women worked hard to try and squeeze an orgasm of the red-haired harlot. “But, this is just the build-up. We can’t peak too soon and not be ready for tonight,” Sylvia remarked taking charge of the situation. She lovingly kissed the two women either side of her and walked around the bed to get dressed. Everyone else seemed to take this as their cue and although they were all extremely turned on still, they disentangled from whom ever they were with and began to put their clothes back on. Everyone left the room chatty and buzzing, with Sylvia being the last to leave. Before she did she looked at the peephole and winked right at it.
“We’ll see you later,” Sylvia remarked blowing me a kiss. See who later? Me? Mel? I stayed watching the empty room for a minute more, my head was spinning from all the sex, and the confrontation and the concussion. I felt like the world and reality was slipping away from me, so I moved the dresser back, slipped out, snuck downstairs, returned the key and then crashed out in my own suite feeling ashamed, turned-on and tuned-out. I checked my phone and had received no further message from Mel. I picked up my oldest and wisest friend and asked him the all-important question.
“Have I got a chance of getting Mel back?”
I gave him a shake and as I did I could feel my head spin as violently as the contents inside the 8-ball as it brought back the ominous answer…
Cannot predict now
The floor began to rotate in front of my eyes, the 8-ball slipping from my fingers as I fell back onto the bed, a state of confusion filling my head as consciousness slipped from me and I fell into a state of panicked slumber.
End of Part 6
See you next time for the grand finale of this sprawling saga!
Adieu!
