Hot And Fuzzy Pt 06

Hi, everyone again. So after the rip-roaring success of the first sex-story I ever wrote I decided to have a crack at an entirely new sex story...ish, this time based on my favourite buddy cop movie.

This is part 6 of 7 (not counting the Prelude) so if you've stuck with me so far thank you and I hope you stick around for the finale.

Obviously there will be mild spoilers for the film on which this work is loosely based and so I would suggest you watch that film first.

For everyone already familiar with the film, all participating characters in the following works are over 18 as we start the penultimate chapter.

That's it.

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.