Case of the Murdered Lovers Ch. 02

The chronological order of my stories to read is:
Todd & Melina series.
Interludes 1-5
Sperm Wars series 1-4.
Russian Roulette series 1-2 (may not yet be published)
Case of the Murdered Lovers

So…. let’s see if soap-opera-police-dramas with sex are of interest to Literotica readers…

This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of these in this story should not be construed as acceptance of the above.

Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas.

Part 5 – Ghost From The Past

The clock accusingly stated 6:00am as I entered Police Headquarters the next morning and went to the MCD room. I felt very good. An hour before, I had awakened to the very pleasurable sensation of Britt Maxwell sucking my cock. Once hard, she asked me to fuck her dog style.

I mounted her from behind, slicing my cock into her nasty wet cunt from behind, firmly holding her hips as I slammed my groin into her asscheeks with speed and raw, sexual power. It was a truly hot, deliciously sinful sight, watching Britt’s swollen labes clinging tightly to my iron-hard shaft as I pulled out, then seeing them pushed inwards as I slammed forward back into her steaming snatch.

I began fucking Britt with a hard, fast rhythm. She didn’t try to keep up, but just let me use her body for our mutual pleasure, letting me pull her waist to me as I drove forward, only to be stopped by my loins smashing into her lusciously sweet asscheeks. I admired Britt’s beautiful body, her sleek back, her lustrous black hair, her beautiful face in profile as her right cheek was pressed into the mattress, eyes closed, the ecstasy she was feeling etched onto her features.

I tried hard to not get overheated, to let my nut rise slowly, and for a while succeeded. But Britt’s tight, hot, sopping wet cunt was too much for me, and after about 10 minutes of steady, deep, hard fucking, I had to let go. I felt the release in my balls, then up my spine to my whole body as I erupted into Britt’s climaxing cunt.

After cuddling Britt for a few minutes, I reluctantly left the warmth of her body and her bed. I showered and came on in to work, leaving her to take her time getting ready.

As usual, I examined the papers, the early Sunday editions, while half-listening to a small TV broadcasting the local news. The City papers were focusing upon the murder of the Chinese diplomat in San Francisco. The Chinese Government had suddenly shut up about it, and it was easy to see why: a couple of leaks suggested that the murdered diplomat might have actually been a high-ranking spy for the Red Chinese. I expected to read no more about it.

The local paper was more detailed about our local murders. The University Alumni Board meeting had been cancelled. There were some details about the crime scene which told me that someone was leaking information to the press. One thing the Press didn’t know was the identity of the dead man, and they were taking their usual pot-shots at the Police Department for not having given them that info.

At that moment Patrolman Pete Feeley walked in. “Any news on the case?”

“Officer Feeley,” I said, calling the patrolman by what had become his nickname, “if you can tell me how the Press could have known about Tiger Woods’s infidelities so quickly, known what golf club his wife had beaten him and his car with, known all the porn starlets that Woods had been banging, knew what he had for dinner and what room he was in at his rehab place… yet they whine when they can’t find out the name of our dead man while accusing US of ‘withholding’ the information from them… if you can tell me how that can be, I’ll get you a promotion.”

Did I mention that I am not a fan of the Press?

“Well, maybe they–” Feeley started, but stopped as the TV arrested our attention.

“This is Bettina Wurtzburg, KXTC Channel 2 News!” the TV blared at me. Bettina Wurtzburg’s face and light red hair, same color as mine, filled the screen. “Channel Two News has learned that the police have identified an automobile that might be involved in the double murder of socialite Marie Arruzio and an unknown man last night, and that a search warrant is being obtained. Channel 2 News has…” As I listened, incredulous then increasingly angry, Chief Griswold came up behind me.

“How the fuck did she find out about that?” he said, more rhetorically than anything else. “If I find out who the fucking leak is, I’m going to roast the bastard’s head on a spit. Do you hear me, Feeley? On a spit!” The Chief rarely got angry, never cussed… except when discussing the issue of leaks to the Press.

“I’ll talk to you later, Patrolman Feeley.” I said, a direct hint to the young officer. He had not gotten the chief’s hint; fortunately, he understood mine and quickly exited.

The Chief sat down in the chair next to me. “Anything new?”

“No,” I said. “Myron was running data last night. The strange thing is that data on Joe
Arruzio before his college years is almost nothing. No high school listing yet, nothing before that. No birth certificate anywhere, at least not yet.”

“They were paper back in his day, and mine. Nothing digital. But no high school –what does that suggest?” the Chief asked.

“Nothing yet, not for sure. But it’s strange. I might go interview him with some questions about that, hit him with it, see what pops out.”

“Well, be careful. He’s not a suspect, and the University is going to be very protective about one of their Alumni Board members and largest contributors.” the Chief admonished me. He was right; the politics of University and money were once again in play.

Everyone else on my team were coming in one-by-one. Only Tanya Perlman had not reported in yet, but I knew she’d already been here and had gone out on a mission with Patrolmen Morton and Rudistan. The Chief’s meeting was for 8:00 am and we migrated into his conference room for it.

After hearing of Croyle and Ross’s so-far unproductive interviews with friends of Marie Arruzio, Myron reported that he was delving into some of Joe Arruzio’s past business deals; there was some sketchiness about where the money for some of them was coming from. But we’d have to get a warrant to “officially” get into the records of some of the City banks involved.

This brought about a sneering retort from Steven Ikea: if Joe Arruzio was cleared, why were we wasting our time delving into his past? This from the same guy who wanted to arrest Mr. Arruzio the day before. The Vice people all murmured agreement with him today, just as they had with his antipodal opinion then. So I opened my mouth.

“So, Ikea, you’re absolutely sure Arruzio’s story is air-tight?” I asked. Everyone looked at me strangely.

“Well, unless you think the guy flew like Superman from the City to the condo, killed his wife and the other man, then flew back, he’s definitely in the clear.” Ikea snorted. This would seem to be embarrassing to me, especially giving Ikea a shot like that. He looked at me with a condescending sneer, not realizing the trap he’d just fallen headlong into.

“Okay, if you say so.” I said, then turned to Myron. “Myron, with the chief’s permission, get Paulina to get a warrant for that financial info. We’ll have to let City know we’re going into their jurisdiction, but it can’t be helped.”

Ikea almost shouted out “Why bother? Mr. Arruzio is clear–“

“Shut up, Ikea.” Chief Griswold ordered. “But he has a point. Why ARE we doing this?” The Chief had figured out where I was going with this, and threw me the line I needed with no one the wiser.

“Because it may give a clue to the murderer.” I said, “Someone might have done this to get back at Joe Arruzio, and if there’s some shady financial dealings going on, we need to know who might have had a motive to harm his wife.” A murmur of understanding spread around the room and Ikea began to get red in the face. “We also need to find and interview the business partners he was supposed to meet Friday night, and find out why they cancelled on him–“

At that moment, Assistant District Attorney Paulina Patterson came into the conference room, accompanied by Detective Tanya Perlman. Paulina was wearing a trim tan business jacket and white blouse, and a tight-fitting tan skirt. She looked tight and fine to my lusting eyes…

“Why are you here?” Captain Malone openly asked, meaning it as a sneering insult towards the woman because she was black. Patterson ignored him.

“We obtained and executed the warrant on the car.” she announced. “Detective Perlman?”

“We found a wallet in the car,” Tanya said, taking up the bit, “and we’ve transmitted the information to the Coroner’s office to confirm his identity. They’ll make the public announcement of his name when they confirm it–“

“And that name damn well better not be reported by the Press before the Coroner’s Office announces it!” Chief Griswold interjected with some feeling, then said to Tanya very sweetly “Sorry to interrupt, Miss Perlman. So who is the man?”

“His name is Jack Burke.” Perlman replied. Myron got up, saying he’d start running data. Tanya handed him a slip of paper with more information as he passed by her.

“Who… who did you say?” Teresa Croyle asked sharply. Was that a look of shock on Teresa Cunt’s normally bitter face?

“Jack Burke.”


I didn’t hear anything else for several moments. In fact, Cindy Ross shook my arm to bring me out of my reverie. The Chief was closing the meeting, and I heard him tell Hewitt to accompany me to interview Arruzio. He told Croyle and Ross to check in with Myron and to begin checking up on Burke, meaning find out if anyone wanted to kill Burke, and why.

“Chief, can I see you in your office a moment?” I said. The chief nodded and I followed him into his office, closing the door behind me.

“Is Daniel Allgood here?” I asked, mentioning the name of the dreaded head of the Internal Affairs Department. Allgood was about my age but looked even younger. He had black hair, and he was very slender. He had a muscular physique, though, and was not bad looking though he wore black-framed glasses making him look nerdish. Some people called him “Clark Kent”, the meek and mild alter ego of Superman, behind his back. He was in I.A. because he had exposed a police drug ring in another town a few years back, having turned down their substantial bribe offers, and had survived without flinching two attempts to murder him, shooting back and killing his attackers with cool, unerring accuracy.

He had a reputation as being somewhat cold and aloof, not wanting to involve himself with the rest of the Force that he was supposed to be watching over for integrity issues. He definitely did not trust anyone else. I’d only seen him a few times, and apart from perfunctory introductions, had not been able to engage him in conversation… talking to Teresa Cunt was easier by comparison.

“Allgood? I.A.?” the chief said, his eyebrows raising in true surprise, then dropping. “This isn’t some shit about Ikea, is it?”

“No.” I said, a bit surprised by the chief’s use of the curse word. “It’s about me.” The gray eyebrows shot up again, even higher if that was possible, and of course he demanded that I explain.

“Jack Burke. I know him. He was my roommate in college.” I said. “And I’m sure it’s him. I saw a birthmark on his body Friday night. I didn’t remember it at the time, but it was him.” The chief said nothing but picked up the phone to make a call. He hung up as it was not being answered.

“Allgood usually doesn’t come in on Sundays. He’s not in his office. But I’m going to call him in right now. Meanwhile, you go check in with Myron until he gets here.” Chief Griswold ordered.

I went downstairs. Teresa and Cindy were looking at some initial data that Myron had already produced. For some strange reason, Teresa’s normally angry face showed a new emotion: misery.

”Guy is a low-life loser.” Ross said. “Got into big-time financial problems shortly after college… by the way, he went to the same college you did, Don… and he’s been on and off the grid ever since. Had a couple of warrants out for him, but the charges were always dropped. The worst one was a rape charge while in college, but that was dropped too.”

“Wow, here’s something.” Myron added. “Seems his parents were well-to-do but not really super-rich… hmmm, something not quite right there, looks like someone is hiding something…” Before I could ask what that was, Myron continued, “Ah! Burke has a younger brother, James, went by “Jimmy”… hmmm, nothing at all on the grid there. I mean nothing since his college days.”

“Keep looking.” I said, “and maybe this’ll help: I’ll bet this guy Jack Burke is a ladies’ man, probably being kept by women, moving from mark to mark. Maybe Marie Arruzio was keeping him the last few months.” Ross nodded in agreement; Teresa scowled but made a couple of notes.

Just then, the Chief called me into his office. When I got there, I.A. Detective Daniel Allgood was also in the room. “Okay, Don, explain to Detective Allgood your situation.” Griswold ordered. I did so, explaining that Burke had been my roommate in college and that he knew my now-wife Melina, also.

“So the question is,” Griswold said, “do I need to pull him off the case?”

Daniel thought a moment, then turned to me. “Where were you and your wife Friday night?”

“I was with Lt. Maxwell,” I said. At this time, I wasn’t worried what the I.A. guy thought of me dating the hot policewoman; if he didn’t know by now that Melina and I had an open relationship, he wasn’t doing his frickin’ job. “Melina was and still is out of town. She and Dr. Fredricson are at some seminar in San Francisco.” Allgood nodded.

“I know about your date with Lt. Maxwell. Too bad it got… interrupted.” Allgood said, and with an absolutely straight face. My god, even the I.A. guy knew all about my interrupted date. “The good news is that you came to us with this information right away.” he continued. Turning to the chief, he added, “I think it’s okay if Don continues to work on the case. However, he has to have someone with him at all times on anything he does on this case outside the headquarters, and he needs to report to you anything he finds out immediately.”

“Good.” Griswold said gruffly. “You heard the man, Detective. Keep me informed of everything you do, every time you so much as take a piss. And always have Ross, Hewitt or Perlman with you while following leads. Now get the hell out of here and get to work.” I got up and left, noticing that Allgood remained in the office.

Part 6 – Stolen Innocence

Our appointment with Joe Arruzio was at noon, and Lt. Maxwell would be going with Hewitt and myself. It was just as well, as I was not in the present. I went down into my office in the IT dungeon to deal with the memories. For a while, it was as if I was back in school, my old university far away from this school town, so vivid were those memories…


I had heard of him when he entered my dorm room as my roommate my Sophomore year of college. Jack Burke was a Junior, and by age two years older than me. He was tall and slender, very physically fit, with a full head of longish brown-black hair and a devilish smile. One got the impression he was always up to some practical joke, but there was also a more serious, darker side of him just behind the smiles and the facade.

He’d been described as something of a loner, but there was no doubt about it: Jack Burke was the campus stud. He had women fawning over him, and they were some of the most beautiful women on campus. As I would soon find out, Jack got a lot of pussy. Almost a night didn’t go by that he was bringing a girl into our dorm room or he would not come home that evening. Most nights I offered to go to the study room and study while he fucked his always-beautiful date, but every once in a while he brought a girl in after I’d gone to bed, and I would listen, reveling in the glorious sounds of hot, passionate sex in the bed just a few feet from mine, remembering the time I’d watched my sister fuck that stud in the basement of our childhood home.

I fully understood the reason behind his incredible sexual aura: he was the extremely lucky owner of the most incredibly huge cock I’d ever seen up to that time. This guy literally would put John Holmes to shame. I only saw Jack’s prick a few times, but once was when a blonde girl came into the room to visit him and gave him a steaming hot blowjob right there in front of me. Jack’s penis was truly enormous; he said it was ten inches long, and it was as thick as my wrist.

Fortunately, Jack took a liking to me, and it wasn’t too long before I became his “wingman” at bars. I learned some great practical lessons about human behavior, but even better: Jack made sure his roommate got laid. Maybe not as often as I’d like, but several lovely women were happy enough to suck and fuck the hell out of me just for a shot at Jack’s tremendous weapon of lust. Of course I had other dates, as well, but nowhere near the level of Jack’s super-hot campus babes.

But Jack also had a dark side: he had a particular lust for other men’s wives. It was a game to him to seduce another man’s wife, to entice her to betray her husband by copulating with Jack. Fucking another man’s wife really turned Jack on, and he really brought it to another, higher level when he fucked another man’s woman. He was extremely successful at it, shooting a lot of loads into a lot of married pussies… and of course he created enemies, some helpless to defy him but some that might cause him a lot of problems later on.

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But worst of all was if a wife spurned Jack; he did not like hearing “no” for an answer. There were stories of Jack forcing himself onto women. And sometimes he made me go along with him on what he called “excursions”, but those are dark stories for another time.

After such a hard-charging Sophomore year as the “wingman” for the campus stud, my life quietened down considerably my Junior year. I was busy with schoolwork and ROTC Summer Camp preparations. Jack was still my roommate in the dorm, but as often as not he was staying at an apartment off-campus. Rumors that he was part of some unofficial fraternity got around to me, but I never inquired to him about any of it; it was his business. I wasn’t getting much pussy anymore, but then Melina entered my life and I began dating her.

I was reluctant when I had to introduce Melina to Jack, when he came into the dorm room unexpectedly while she and I were studying. If she knew him, she gave no indication at the time, but she was formal and cold, even by her standards, in reply to his attempt to turn on the charm. He left us alone fairly hastily… the first time reversing our roles; I usually was the one to leave him alone with a woman in the room.

“So,” Melina said after Jack left, “that’s the campus stud who you’ve been rooming with. He seems to be a womanizing jerk.”

“Er, yeah, he’s the campus stud, so I’ve been told.” I replied. I’d told Melina who my roommate was, but not that he was the campus stud. “Why do you think he’s such a jerk?”

“Uh… I can tell.” Melina replied, somewhat haltingly. “He’s an arrogant bastard and a very bad boy– er, man. But enough about him and enough studying.” My then-fiancee put her books to the side and began unzipping my pants. Knowing what was about to happen, I helped Melina by unbuckling my belt and opening my pants. She fished out my cock and immediately slurped it into her mouth.
I groaned as my fiancee began giving me incredibly intense head. My cock rapidly became rock-hard, throbbing in her mouth as her head bobbed up and down as she fellated me. As always, the pleasure burned like fire all over my loins as I felt Melina’s lips sliding tightly up and down my taut shaft.

She was sucking my meat with what seemed to be much more intensity than before, and I knew that I wouldn’t last too long, despite my efforts to hold back. But when I suddenly thought about how hot it would be if Jack walked back into the room right now and saw me getting head from my girl, I lost control. Pulse after pulse of orgasmic ecstasy rocked through my spine as I fired my load into Melina’s mouth. She greedily gulped it down then continued licking, kissing and sucking my deflating organ as the relief and lassitude coursed through me.

“Your turn.” Melina said, standing up and letting her panties drop to the floor, then laying down on the bed. I eased between her lovely legs and began the next hour’s work of eating her pussy to hard wet climaxes on my tongue. Melina was very wet and came very easily, and she came several times. It took quite a while and a lot of very pleasant work to cool her fires that night.


I barely saw anything of Jack for months, but that March and early April, he began sleeping in the dorm room much more often, even hanging out there. I was surprised but didn’t ask about it: I had learned that Jack often moved around from place to place and was hard to pin down to any one location. But it was annoying, especially when Melina was there. He did not excuse himself to leave very often, and would engage Melina in conversation, though her replies were short and formal.

One night we were going to leave the room when he asked us to hang around, pulling out bottles of wine. Not wanting to be rude, we stayed. Melina complimented Jack for having really good wine and not the cheap stuff we usually had to settle for. As we talked and listened to Melina’s favorite jazz music, Jack led the conversation expertly. Although he was the perfect gentleman, I became annoyed and somewhat jealous of the attention my stud roommate was giving my fiancee. I chastised myself; it was harmless conversation, Melina was never very warm to Jack and he never seemed to be coming on to her.

After I walked Melina back to her dorm room that night, I returned to find that Jack had already gone to bed and the room dark. Slipping into my bed, I was turning over to fall asleep when Jack asked me a question. His voice was quiet, but it seemed to cut into my head.

“Hey Donny, why didn’t you stay with Melina tonight?”

“Er…” I said, fumbling for an answer though I knew his question was impertinent, “her roommate’s there.”

“How come she didn’t stay here, then? She never stays here, does she? Aren’t you fucking her, Donny?”

To this day I hate being called “Donny”. As to Jack’s hard line of inquiry, I didn’t know what to say. The rudeness of his question, as well as the brutally direct question that I was not having sex with my fiancee made me mute for a moment, and Jack noticed.

”We get it on.” I said, knowing it was partially true, that we engaged in oral sex.

“Yeah, but why isn’t she spending the night with you? A woman like that wants to be fucked, Donny. You ought to be hitting that stuff every single night.” Jack said, his voice boring in on me.

“Jack, its none of your business. Melina and I are getting married at the end of the semester, we’re engaged.”

“Whatever you say.” Jack said. “But you should be fucking Melina, no matter what she says. I can see it in her face that she wants to be fucked. Life’s too short, man.” In the silence as I pondered his words, he delivered the blow. “Want me to break her in for you?”

“For God’s sake, Jack, shut the fuck up. She’s my fiancee, for crying out loud.” I was not afraid of Jack physically. But at this point, I was getting scared of the direction of this conversation. Without further word I turned over to go to sleep.

Jack didn’t say any more, either, but the silence was as foreboding as his words. I knew in my soul that the campus stud was right, and that it was my fiancee he was correctly reading, even if Melina wasn’t letting me fuck her.

The wine-and-music sessions happened a couple of other times, and then a third time on one Saturday night in mid-April. Jack had many bottles of wine ready and constantly kept our glasses full. As we got a good buzz, the conversation took a more intimate turn. Jack began talking about the girls he had been dating, some of the hottest women on campus… and it seemed that Melina knew those same girls very well, also. Then the conversation moved along to other subjects that they had in common.

They talked for what seemed hours as I felt like a “third wheel”. My wine seemed to be strong as I drank more of it, and soon I was unable to keep my eyes open. When I woke up, it was morning. I was lying on the floor where I’d been sitting, Melina was curled up asleep on my bed, fully clothed, and Jack lying asleep on his bed… naked. His cock was half-hard and I wondered if Melina had seen it before she fell asleep…

After that, Melina was much friendlier with Jack, talking to him more warmly and more often. At first I didn’t notice any real changes, but then it became too often that when Melina came to the room after her afternoon class, Jack was walking in with her. And while Melina and I were still dating, going out, there were times when I’d call her and she didn’t answer, or times I would expect to see her and she wasn’t around.

Worst of all, sometimes I would come in after class and find Jack and Melina there… and she was sitting beside him on his bed. Neither ever looked guilty or stressed at “getting caught”, and they were always fully clothed, but I always had a premonition come to my head that Melina could be sucking Jack’s huge cock. Though I brushed these filthy thoughts aside, I still felt deeply jealous that too much was happening between my fiancee and my stud roommate.

And then, as April turned to May, with only a few scant weeks to graduation… it happened.

I had been called in to work on a Friday night, which was a real rarity. I told Melina I’d be working until midnight, but by 7:30pm all the work I needed to do was completed, and the boss got tired of seeing me sitting there trying to “help” others do their jobs so he sent me home at 9:30. When I got to the dorm room, it was empty. I reached for the phone to call Melina, hoping it wasn’t too late to go out.

Then I heard voices in the hallway, a man and a woman’s, approaching the room. They sounded like Melina and Jack’s voices, and they were laughing. Why I did it I still don’t know, but a voice screamed in my head to hide. I slid into my closet and shut the door almost completely. Sure enough, just seconds later my fiancee entered the dorm room, followed by my roommate.

Melina looked incredibly hot. Her long black hair was in a ponytail, pulled back from her pretty face. She was wearing a light summer dress with a short skirt, no stockings and her sexiest pair of 5″ high heel mules with only very thin crisscross straps really accenting her pretty feet. She often wore those shoes to get me aroused, and successfully every time, I might add.

They looked like they had been on a date together, and I knew in my soul that Melina had dressed so alluringly in order to impress Jack. My heart was thumping as she turned to face Jack as they stopped in the middle of the room… and then Jack moved up to Melina, slid his arms around her waist, and kissed her!

A deep clutching pain hit the pit of my stomach as I watched my fiancee melt into my handsome roommate’s strong arms, wrap her arms around his neck and hungrily return his kiss. Even more shocking to me, I noticed that Jack’s hands were active, sliding Melina’s dress down her lovely body. Soon her large breasts were exposed, her nipples stiff and standing out like spikes. As Jack worked the dress down, Melina’s quivering, firm torso appeared… and then that glorious, thick black cuntbush.

I barely noticed the dress slipping to the floor. My disbelieving eyes were too busy taking in the sight of my fiancee naked in front of another man, and her hands working his shirt off his muscular shoulders then dropping to his pants. Her fingers quickly unzipped his slacks and delved in, fishing out his cock. It was growing hard in her hands, and it was already huge and looking menacing. Melina gently jacked Jack’s huge organ as he unbuckled his belt and opened his pants to let them fall to the floor next to her dress.

As I watched them finish undressing, deeply kissing throughout, I wondered if Melina and Jack had made love before, if Jack had already taken my beloved fiancee’s precious virginity. They certainly seemed very comfortable and at ease with each other as Jack guided Melina back onto his bed, and she did not appear to be in any apprehension of the incredible size of Jack’s monster cock.

As Melina sat on the bed, Jack stood before her and she did not have to be asked or told what to do next. She gently pulled him towards her by his enormous balls until his groin was within inches of her face. Licking her lips, Melina opened her mouth and sucked Jack’s turgid prick into her mouth. Jack groaned as inch after inch of hard male meat slid past my fiancee’s lips and over her tongue.

I was stunned to watch over half of my roommate’s organ slide into Melina’s hot mouth, and seeing her lips stretched to accommodate his massively thick size sent a shock down my spine… and it was then that I realized that my own cock was throbbing with arousal. Despite my jealous pain and fear of what I was seeing, I was intensely aroused!

“Oh my God, you suck cock so good!” Jack groaned as he gently thrust his meat into my fiancee’s throat.

“I really love sucking your big cock, Jack.” Melina replied as she slid her mouth down the length of his meat, then tongued the underside of his shaft back up to the huge helmeted head. Her tongue swirled over his prickhead and then she took him into her mouth again, swallowing much more than half of it this time as she took his size into her throat.

“Oh my god, Melina, you give the best head I’ve ever had.” Jack said. “Oh my fucking GOD! UNNH!” Jack groaned.

“I’ll bet you say that to all the girls that blow you.” Melina said.

“Like hell I do.” Jack said. “I’m not fucking kidding. Since the first time you sucked it, that mouth of yours is all I’ve thought about.”

“Aww, that’s sweet.” Melina replied, enjoying stud’s compliments. “The first time was fun, wasn’t it?” she added, teasingly.

“Yeah,.” Jack said. “right here in this room with your boyfriend passed out on the floor.” Melina smiled and then began seriously sucking Jack’s cock again as I realized in shock that my fiancee had given head to my well-hung roommate that night I passed out. How much further had they gone? That answer came in her stunning next sentence.

“But tonight you can have me, Jack… all of me. Will you do it? Before I lose my nerve?” I heard my fiancee ask my stud roommate, my stunned mind too much in shock to will my body to move.

“Sure baby.” Jack said. “Anything you want. Just keep sucking my dick in that incredibly hot mouth of yours.” Melina complied. She fellated Jack for several long minutes, taking nearly all of his amazing size down her throat several times. I just watched in stunned disbelief as my fiancee’s head bobbed slowly up and down as she sucked Jack’s cock.

Even with my foreboding at what was happening, I could not tear my eyes away from what I was watching. Seeing that huge, thick cock sliding past my fiancee’s lips as he fucked her beautiful face was intensely arousing. The voyeur in me was winning over my emotions of jealousy and anger… my cock and my brain were throbbing as I watched Melina fellating the handsome campus stud with her usual intensity, giving it everything she had, often looking up at Jack’s face to measure the pleasure she was giving him.

Jack was now fully aroused and eager for more, much more. He gently slid his prick out of my fiancee’s hungry mouth, a trail of her spit connecting his cockhead to her lower lip before finally breaking, and gently pushed her back onto the bed. Melina slid her feet out of her high heel slides and eased herself up onto the bed, gloriously naked and lying back, ready to be taken by her well-hung lover.

I expected Jack to mount Melina and penetrate her, but he instead pushed her legs up and back and settled down below her loins, his face just above her thick pubic bush. Melina was looking down between her legs, her eyes intent, watching what my stud roommate was about to do to her.

“Ohhhhhh….” Melina moaned as Jack eased his mouth down right over her pussy and kissed her swollen cuntlips, then licked deeply along her entire slit, flicking her clit at the end and making her gasp. He licked again, going deeper, then sank his tongue into her tiny cunthole and clamped his mouth tightly onto her. His hands slid under the firm, round globes of her sweet asscheeks, gripping her as she began to undulate her hips and push her twat up into his face.

“Ohhh… oh yesss… oh….. oh, Jack… ohhhhh oh yesssss….” Melina moaned and cooed as Jack expertly ate her pussy for several minutes. My heart was thumping so hard in my chest that I was sure they could hear it. He was good, very good at eating pussy, and the results showed on my fiancee’s face, scrunched up in ecstasy. I saw Melina’s head fall back onto the pillow and heard her moan deeply. She moaned several more times as her hands slid through Jack’s thick hair, silently urging him to continue.

“Uggh! Oh, Jack… UNNH! I’m coming!” Melina gasped suddenly. Her legs flew up into the air as Jack pulled her quim tightly into his face, not breaking the contact of his tongue in her cunthole as she thrashed in ecstasy. Her orgasm was intense but passed quickly. She lowered her legs down, letting her sexy feet slide back and forth over Jack’s muscular shoulders and upper back. My taut cock throbbed painfully as my anguished heart raged in even greater pain… but not enough to make me move from my hiding spot as I watched this stud take my girl.

I noticed that my roommate now had two fingers probing my fiancee’s tight, tiny cunthole as his tongue worked her clit relentlessly, slashing constantly at the swollen bud and making Melina gasp and cry out several times. My own cock was hurting, aching for action, and I wanted to leap out of the closet and stop them and take Melina myself… but I still did not move, staying immobile in jealous voyeurism and just watching.

Jack did move, however. He finally raised up and eased over Melina, mounting her. He was going to fuck her. My stud roommate was about to fuck my fiancee!

“Easy, Jack.” Melina begged Jack, her words clear and cutting. “I’m a virgin, so please go slow and be careful, okay? I want you to pop my cherry, Jack, but please take it easy. Do it now before I lose my nerve, Jack, okay?” Her words shocked me; this was indeed their first time going all the way!

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My stomach twisted in even more knots, if that was possible. I was about to watch this hung stud take my fiancee’s virginity! No! Don’t do it, Melina! my mind screamed…. but instead of rushing out to save her womanly honor, I sat frozen and had another incredible experience as a voyeur.

“It’ll be okay, Melina.” I heard Jack say, soothingly, gently kissing my fiancee’s mouth. “I’ll take it nice and slow. You’ll love it, babe, you’ll love having my cock inside you.” The bastard, I thought to myself. He was usually much more aggressive, much more uncaring of the woman he was about to fuck, but he was being completely different with Melina, soothing and comforting her in preparation for penetrating her with his enormous size.

Jack reached over to the desk next to the bed and picked up something. I recognized it as a linen cloth, like a handkerchief but a bit heavier, and ease it under Melina’s opening.

“Why don’t you guide it in, babe…” Jack gently ordered as he brought Melina’s hand to the huge cock lying on her belly. As her hand grasped his incredible weapon of lust, he raised his ass enough to allow the big cockhead to slide down along her sweet slit. Melina fit the huge helmet into her snug cuntlips and they watched, holding hands, as Jack pushed forward, easing his meat into her opening.

As he entered her, I almost fainted, realizing that I was not breathing as I watched those thick, meaty inches sliding slowly into my fiancee’s hole. Jack got about a third of the way in and then stopped pushing further. He rotated his ass in tight circles, stretching Melina’s cunt as she whimpered beneath him.

“Easy, Jack… eeeeeeasy…” Melina whimpered. Jack continued to stroke his cockhead in and out, letting my fiancee get used to being penetrated for the first time by a man’s cock.

“Ready for more, Melina?” Jack asked.

“Yes, do it! Pop my cherry, Jack, please!” Melina gasped as Jack’s ass muscles tightened and he pushed forward and down. He thrust forward hard several times, probing deeper into Melina’s incredibly tight cunt. Suddenly Melina screamed out just as Jack’s big cock sank down all the way into her! As his balls slapped her ass and came to rest, I gasped. He was in! Jack was balls-deep inside Melina! He had done it! My stud roommate had deflowered the young, lovely virgin!

I was reeling with emotion, pain and arousal and shock. I just watched as Jack slid his cock out of Melina, wiped off his cock and her cuntlips. He pushed the big prick back into her again, requiring several strokes to fully sheath himself inside her again, then pulled out and wiped their loins off. He repeated the procedure a third time before setting the cloth on the desk. I could see several stains of blood. My fiancee’s virginal blood…

“How’s that, babe?” Jack said, driving balls-deep and leaving his meat buried in Melina’s deflowered snatch, letting her get used to it.

“Oh Jack… oh God… oh God… it’s incredible, Jack!” Melina gasped. She raised her head to kiss Jack and their mouths mashed together in a deep, wet kiss that matched the full desire of their coupled loins. I felt like I was going to faint from the intensity, and when I finally told myself to breathe again and tore my eyes away from the cloth, Jack was slowly but steadily fucking Melina, his ass bobbing up and down as he thrust into her with a smooth, steady rhythm. To my shock, my fiancee was taking every inch of her new lover’s huge tool each time he plunged down into her. Her legs were spread wide, held up by Jack’s powerful forearms as he helped himself to her.

“Wow, baby, you’re taking it all.” Jack said, his voice sounding very impressed. “You’re doing great, Melina! How does it feel? How does my cock feel inside you, babe?”

“Oh Jack, oh God, Jack…” Melina said… “oh God it’s so good! It’s heavenly, Jack. Oh God, please go slow… it still hurts… oh, oh, ohhhhh…”

Jack continued the even, steady pace of his thrusts into Melina as he bent his head down and deeply sucked the rock-hard nipple of her right breast, then her left. Then he slid his mouth onto hers and their tongues twined in a deep kiss as the rutting couple humped lustily on the squeaking bed. It did not take long for Melina to get completely into it; I realized that she was fucking Jack back as he pumped into her harder, his thrusts coming faster, deeper and more powerfully.

“God damn, you’re so fucking tight.” Jack gasped. “I’m not going to last too long fucking this tight, virgin cunt.” The stud plowed my fiancee’s furrow hard, deep and steady for several more minutes, both lovers gasping and grunting between deep kisses, the staccato slaps of their flesh against each other echoing in the room.
As he fucked her, Melina’s legs slid back and wider open, then onto Jack’s muscular shoulders, almost imperceptibly guided by him. I watched as he raised up and took Melina’s shapely right foot into his hand and then begin sucking her toes and kissing and sucking her foot.

Watching Jack get to lick and suck those wonderful feet that I loved worshipping… it was too much for me. Jealousy raged through me, but the sight of that stud kissing and sucking Melina’s feet combined with his hard, muscular ass bobbing lightly as he fucked her was mind-blowing… literally. I realized that I was climaxing as I felt the pulsing spurts of my semen blasting into my underwear and feeling the warm wetness of my own cum coating my groin and cock as it spasmed without me even touching it. I had just creamed my jeans while my fiancee was being fucked by another man just a few feet away from me…

Jack’s deep groan brought me back into reality. I’d heard him groan like that before, and it meant that he was very close. He had released Melina’s legs and slid his hands under her back, holding her and kissing her mouth and neck as he deeply plowed her cunt with hard, deep, powerful strokes.

“Here it comes, baby.” Jack gasped at that moment. “I’m going to come. I can’t hold back…” 

“Yes… oh, YES! Do it!” Melina exclaimed, wrapping her legs tightly around Jack’s lower back, holding him inside her as he gasped loudly. He was coming. My roommate was pumping his full climax deep inside the unprotected pussy of the girl I loved. Jack was coming inside Melina, inseminating her!

As he finished, Jack collapsed on top of Melina, kissing her face and mouth as they struggled to catch their breath. When he finally slid off of her and his cock popped out of her freshly deflowered cunt, a big wad of his thick, heavy man-cream spilled out of her gaping hole and began slowly sliding down into the crack of her sweet ass. It was the most painful but at the same time the most incredibly hot, beautiful sight my eyes had ever seen.

I was still in total shock at having witnessed everything I had seen. Even as my heart and gut hurt with jealousy, my cock was still hurting with arousal, as if I had not come once already. The pain of the jealousy was now beginning to overtake the arousal as well, and I was feeling cramped from having not moved for so long. But Jack and Melina did not get off the bed nor have any inclination of being finished. They cuddled for a long time, sharing sweet nothings as Melina enjoyed post-coital pillow talk for the first time. Her hands were caressing her lover’s hard body as his hands explored hers, and she was giving as much as receiving of every kiss.

For a young woman experiencing intercourse for the first time, Melina seemed to be very comfortable and in control. When the time was right, she kissed her way down Jack’s muscular chest and over his washboard abs, down to his wet, sperm-coated cock. Taking his semi-hard meat back into her warm, wet mouth, Melina lovingly cleaned his cock and balls of their combined juices. Then she began deeply fellating him, preparing him for their next coupling. His cock grew back to its full enormous size quickly, and he was rock-hard and ready for more within minutes. I had to admire Jack’s sexual stamina, despite the pain of realizing that it was my fiancee Melina who was making him so hotly aroused.

“Let’s do it in another position.” Jack commanded. I just watched as the handsome, hung stud positioned my beautiful fiancee on the bed in the dogstyle position, then eased behind her succulent ass. Melina looked back over her shoulder at Jack, and gut-wrenching pain tore at me as I saw the look of lust, love and anticipation in my fiancee’s face as she smiled back at my roommate.

“Take me, Jack. Make love to me with that big cock, honey!” she begged. Watching Melina’s face and hearing her gasp, I heard more than saw Jack’s huge, hard meat slide up into her twat until he was buried to the hilt in her hot, wet, young womanly depths. He immediately and unceremoniously began fucking her in a smooth, steady rhythm, her firm, sweet asscheeks rippling as the stud’s groin smacked into them with each deep thrust. His skillful manner of fucking was that of a man no longer deflowering a virgin, but copulating with an experienced, hot woman.

With the edge taken off, Jack deeply fucked Melina for what seemed an eternity. Though cramped and miserable, my cock started throbbing again. I watched the hot rutting couple lustily enjoy each other for several more minutes, and it was at this time I noticed Jack had a dark red birthmark on his right thigh, just below the hip.

“Oh Jack…” I heard Melina moan, over and over. She was totally into him, I realized, as I watched my fiancee’s lovely, large breasts swaying back and forth as Jack pounded into her from the rear, her nipples elongated and hard with excitement and pleasure. It seemed like forever, many more minutes, with Melina coming hard around his big prick at least three times before Jack was fulfilled. Finally and with no warning, he grunted as he came, releasing his sperm deep inside Melina’s well-fucked, no-longer-virginal pussy.

After another cuddle session, my fiancee finally, with great reluctance in her voice, told Jack it was time to go, that I would be off work soon. They got up and got dressed. When they were finished dressing, Melina wrapped her arms around Jack’s neck, kissed him warmly, then said “Thank you for popping my cherry, Jack. I’m really glad you were my first.”

Jack grinned. “It won’t be our last time, babe. I’ve got a lot to show you.” My stomach twisted into yet more knots as he deeply kissed my fiancee. After they left, I was finally able to get out of the closet.

Part 7 – An Early Twist Of Fate

Things deteriorated fairly rapidly after that. I saw Melina the next day and she acted as if nothing had happened in our lives. But I began seeing her less frequently, she was not at the dorm when I called, messages were left unanswered.

In mid-May, just a few weeks before graduation and our upcoming wedding, Melina cancelled a date with me for the first time since our engagement, saying that something had come up and nothing more. I had heard a few whispers that she and Jack had been seen together, including at parties late in the night.

In addition, a girl I knew, one of the campus’s hottest beauties with pale white skin and a mane of black hair, came up to me. Her name was Ivy and she had dated Jack for a while some months before. She asked me what had happened between me and Melina, and when I asked why, she said Melina was not wearing the engagement ring I’d given her anymore, and that word was out that she was dating Jack and was going to marry him!

I told her that I had not heard any of that, and that as far as I knew nothing was wrong. Ivy seemed concerned about how I was doing, but I gamely covered up my misery. At that point we were in front of the Psychology Hall, where Melina had been working with a professor, and Ivy suddenly gave me a warm hug before quickly walking into the building.

The next day, a Thursday, I got a note from Melina, saying she wanted to meet me at 3:30 that Saturday and she’d come by my dorm room then. I knew in my soul that it was to give me the ring back and break off the engagement. But things took a strange turn of events.

Friday morning two officers of the University Police came to the door. When I answered it, they said “Jack Burke?” I said no, he was my roommate and he wasn’t here. They demanded to come inside and look around; they told me that they had a warrant for Jack Burke’s arrest on the charge of rape! I let them in and they looked through all our stuff, but took nothing. Telling me to call them if Jack came back to the room, the University Police officers left.

Later that afternoon, Jack burst into the room. He did not speak to me, but hastily grabbed his big suitcase, stuffed as much of his clothes as possible into it and then looked around frantically for something. I knew he wouldn’t find what he was looking for. I’d taken the linen cloth with Melina’s virginal blood, which Jack had secured in a zip-lock bag, and hidden it very well. Jack finally gave me one last look, saying nothing, grabbed his suitcase and ran out the door.

Melina came to see me Friday night, wearing my engagement ring. Her eyes were red from crying, but she said nothing of that, instead saying she was sorry for not giving me attention the last couple of weeks. 

”I had to work some things out.” she said, not realizing that I knew what she’d been working out… Jack’s big cock. “But I hope that I’m still going to be your wife in a few weeks.”

With those words Melina began undressing and soon was naked except for her high heel slides in front of me. She began taking off my clothes. Too shocked for words, I helped her help me undress. Melina knelt in front of me and began sucking my cock. It was then I realized she was using her mouth to unroll a condom onto my hardening cock.

“I can’t take the pill, you know, so you have to wear this.” she said. She had not asked that of Jack, I remembered, but said nothing. Once done, she lay down on my bed, wearing only the high heels and beckoned me to join her.

There was no more foreplay; I was incredibly aroused at the sight of this beautiful woman lying on her back before me. She pulled me onto her, squashing any idea of me eating her pussy. I groaned as the heat of her tight cunt enveloped my throbbing cock as she guided the condom-sheathed missile of lust into her womanly depths. I began pumping and soon was lost in the incredible pleasure of fucking Melina.

I began thrusting into my fiancee harder and deeper until we had a fast and furious rhythm going. I reveled in the feeling of her legs wrapped around me, occasionally feeling the heels of her slides digging into my thighs. The slight pain spurred me on to fuck her harder, but what really had me driving into her was the memory of my stud roommate Jack taking her virginity and fucking her like I’d never be able to.

All the time Melina had tears in her eyes, and she occasionally said “I am so sorry…” I said I wasn’t sure what she meant, but I just kissed her and renewed my efforts to plow her cunt into a creamy lather. It didn’t take but a few minutes for me to climax, the condom catching my ejaculate as my penis spurted in harsh pulses.

It had been our first time making love, consummating our relationship with full sexual intercourse. Melina kissed me as we cuddled, saying “I’m so sorry. I love you.” I told her I loved her, and from then on we were inseparable again. Our wedding happened as if nothing had ever been wrong, only marred by my sister Elizabeth’s antics. Over time, the pain of what Melina and Jack had done went away, and I didn’t think of it very often.

I saw Ivy once more, at graduation. As we hugged, she whispered “I’m so glad you worked things out with Melina. You’ll have such a great marriage. Good luck!” and then she was gone in the crowd.

I later learned that Ivy had gone to see Jack on Thursday night, gotten him to take her out and then fucked him. Then she cried “rape” and had the cops arrest him, which they did on Friday afternoon. Jack protested that he was being set up, but one of the school’s professors came to the police station and offered Jack a “deal he couldn’t refuse”: stay in town and be charged with rape, or get the hell out of town and never be seen again. In addition, and of special importance, Jack was never to try to see Melina again. He took the choice to get out. Why Ivy did what she did, I don’t know; we weren’t particularly close friends. Only later did it dawn on me that she had not been alone in the effort to frame Jack.

Speaking of Jack, he had come straightaway from the police station to our dorm room to pack his clothes. Those few silent, wild moments were the last time I would see Jack Burke for nearly a decade… and the last time I saw him alive.

To be continued…

Updated: December 20, 2016 — 7:00 PM

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