This story is part of an ongoing series.
The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography.
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Special note: This story is submitted for the
Crime & Punishment 2023 Story Event
Story Event. It is a Police procedural, detailing Police actions from discovery of the crime to the apprehension of the perpetrator(s).
Because just about all of my stories are 'crime and punishment' in some way, I am using characters from my Iron Crowbar series. I will make references to past cases for those who may wish to review them and get a more complete context of this story within the overall series. Apologies in advance if that is distracting.
Part 1 - Prologue
1:15am, Saturday, May 7th. The moon looked like a china plate as it hung suspended in the sky to the southeast. It cast a silvery glow over the lake and the field, giving light enough to see, but draining the landscape of color. The fire at the campsite was dying out, taking with the the last vestiges of golden warmth.
The silver Ford Explorer Sport Trac was parked beside the lake, facing it. Next to the vehicle were two tents, each large enough to hold a couple. Behind the truck, two large blankets were spread over the grass, and the two couples were lying on them, out in the open, their sweaty, naked bodies glowing in the strong moonlight. The faint moans of the women could be heard if one listened for them, but they were mostly quiet as they copulated intensely.
"I wanna watch." whispered Charlene as she attempted to turn to look at the other couple. "I want to watch Carl fucking Sherry while you fuck me." Her lover Chris was sitting over her, his eight-and-a-half inches of thick, hard cock sliding wetly in and out of her tight pussy. He pressed her shapely legs together and placed her elegant feet over his right shoulder, which made the tight fit even more snug, and allowed her to be half-turned towards the other couple as he began thrusting into her harder, with deep, full-length strokes.
On the blanket next to them, Chris's brother Carl was lying on top of Sherry in the missionary position. Carl was 6'4" tall, lean and very fit from being on the University's varsity Swim & Dive team. Sherry was 5'2" tall, if that. It looked like he was crushing her into the blanket, but his weight was on his forearms and knees as his bobbing ass drove his fully nine inches of cock balls-deep in and out of Sherry's tight but surprisingly deep box with deceptively fast speed.
Sherry and Charlene were best friends and teammates on their subdivision's tennis league, which was nicknamed the 'Hot Wives Tennis League'. Sherry was 58 years old but still very attractive, and her body fit and toned by the tennis and her favorite exercise: sex with young studs! Her breasts were small, but her legs were amazing for a woman of any age. Charlene was taller than Sherry, about 5'5" tall, 52 years old, and in very good condition. Her legs were shapely and her hands and feet were exquisite.
The 'Hot Wives Tennis League' got its nickname because the women of the group were known to 'date' younger men, especially the handsome, fit, well-hung men that could be found on the University campus in the Town & County to the west of the county they were currently in. Carl was 20 years old and a
bona fide
stud. Chris was 18 years old, on the University baseball team, and while he had not reached his older brother's accomplishments of sexual prowess, he was catching up, and fast.
Both boys (for lack of a better term) found that they shared a taste for older women. It wasn't that they didn't have their pick of younger women. Carl had plucked the cherries of some of the most beautiful, sought-after coeds on Campus, and he had reduced some of the sluttiest Sorority sisters to quivering masses of spent, sexually satisfied flesh. And Chris did not have to be satisfied with his brother's leftovers; he was satisfying many young women, as well... and a few of the hot female professors that eagerly spread their legs for him.
Chris was finding that the older women would teach him many things about being a good lover, things that the worthless nerds and geeks on campus might not learn in their lifetimes. And while Carl enjoyed sheathing his huge cock into virtually any pussy he chose to conquer, he had found Sherry to be something special. There was an intense chemistry between them, and not of the classroom variety.
They'd come to Mystery Lake for an overnight camping trip. The Sport Trac did not have a camper top, just a lid over the bed where their gear could be stored. They'd set up camp around sunset, built a fire and cooked dinner, then sat around talking and sipping on adult beverages.
As the fire had begun settling and dying, Chris and Charlene had begun making out, sharing open-mouth, tongue-twisting kisses. Sherry had gotten up and sat down on Carl's lap, and they had begun hungrily making out, mashing their mouths together in deep kisses that fueled their raw sexual hunger for each other.
Charlene finally suggested that they spread a couple of blankets on the ground rather than go straight to bed in the tents. The two couples often watched each other engaging in sinful, adulterous coitus, and the boys often took turns 'spitroasting' one of the women and then the other one. But this time, Carl and Sherry seemed lost in their own world as they settled their naked bodies onto one of the blankets, leaving Chris and Charlene to their own pleasures.
"Oh God, that's good." Charlene moaned quietly as Chris fucked her deeply. She looked over at the other couple. Sherry was barely visible beneath Carl. Her legs were pulled back to Carl's ribcage, and her feet were pressing into the young stud's hips as he plunged into her again and again. Carl was resting his weight on his forearm and his knees, and he was holding Sherry's head in his large hands.
The top of Sherry's head was just below Carl's chin. If he leaned his head down to kiss her, he'd either have to kiss the top of her head or contort himself to reach her mouth. Sherry was kissing Carl's neck and upper chest, and occasionally sucked one of his nipples into her mouth. His torso was pressing her breasts almost flat, and he could feel the hard points of her nipples pressing into his skin.
Charlene was amazed that so much of Carl's cock was disappearing into Sherry's sweet snatch. The small mature woman was able to receive virtually of the young stud's meaty inches, though the helmeted head of his prick was bumping into the back wall of her stretched, filled vaginal passage.
Having fucked Carl herself, Charlene knew that Carl was using the upper backs of Sherry's slender thighs, smacking into them with his own muscular thighs. As the staccato slaps of flesh on flesh filled the air, it sounded like Carl was hurting Sherry, but he wasn't. Sherry was loving being fucked raw, and her moans as orgasms rolled through her were testament to the ecstasy she was experiencing.
"Uhhhh!" Charlene moaned as her own orgasm built up, the sight of Carl and Sherry adding to the intense pleasure of being fucked by Chris. The teen stud was close, very close, ad he pushed Charlene's legs down onto the blanket and mounted her fully, slamming his horse cock into the her tight, sopping wet depths with hard, stabbing thrusts. He grunted with each stroke as his powerful orgasm built up, until he reached the crest.
