The New Mysteries Ch. 06

**This is a direct continuation of Chapter 3. It's been a while since I've updated this story line, so take some time to read the others in the series, and don't forget to vote!**

Velma sped down the road driving her beat up VW van. She'd barely managed to keep it running all these years, and it wasn't the van of the investigation company of her younger days any longer. The loud blue and green van with bright red lettering had since been repainted to a powder blue. The inside had been completely redone in the past few years, but Velma simply couldn't afford to have the engine completely overhauled.

Her pussy still tingled from fucking her daughter's boyfriend. She just couldn't believe how much he looked like Fred from the old days. "Damn bitch," Velma hissed under her breath. "You let him cum in my cunt, the least you could have done was let me fuck him," she bitched again, dodging pot-holes on the gravel road as she sped off to the abandoned Old Mill. "Oh well, I'm getting mine through your son," she said, smiling. Velma felt her pussy release a squirt of juice, her thoughts of having Max's rock hard meat in her cunt and ass was keeping her sex boiling hot and making her body tingle. Her nipples were on fire, the course knit of the sweater raking against them with every turn of the wheel.

She was at the Old Mill sooner than she expected, and her legs were still a little wobbly from the Gin and from the fucking she'd just received: she almost fell out of the van. She straightened herself up and sighed deeply. She could feel the crotch of her jeans was wet with her soaked pussy leaking her juice and what was left of Max's cum. Her nipples were at full attention, noticeably tenting the orange yarn of her sweater. With a second sigh, she stepped into the front door of the Old Mill. Inside she saw Fred, Daphne, and Shagger standing there, waiting impatiently.

"Bout fucking time," Velma said, crossing her arms under her tits. Velma almost licked her lips remembering what those rose colored nipples tasted like, and even better, what that strawberry blonde bush tasted like when it was dripping wet.

"Down, girl," Velma said, chiding herself. She could feel the heat in her crotch radiate out even hotter, her oven of a pussy growing wetter in lust. Velma forced herself to focus.

Norville was wearing his typical dress these days; loose tan cargo pants, a loose and oversized t-shirt with some band logo she didn't recognize, and his trademarked shaggy brown hair. His boots were new, too; steel toed combat boots from the looks of it. He was there with the bored ambience that was worn by many burned out stoners from the 70's.

Daphne was there, wearing tight fitting blue jeans, faded in all the right places and wearing thin along all the seams. With her taste, Velma couldn't tell if that was the latest fashion or one of her allowances that she gave herself; too comfortable to throw away no matter how out of style they may or may not have been. She was wearing a lavender cable-knit top which served to accentuate her modest bust with its swelling lines around her still-firm tits. Her shoes were white sneakers, spotlessly clean like the rest of Daphne's clothes.

Freddy, the ever-present leader, was wearing cargo pants like Shagger was, but they were darker and seemed more dressy than their stoner friend's. His shirt was a white t-shirt, a size too small, which showed off his muscled chest and shoulders like he wasn't wearing anything at all. Velma felt her quim quiver with desire, and then had to fight off a full body shiver over how much Max looked like his dad. Her eyes drifted back down his body to the outline of his prick hanging down his right leg. She kept moving her eyes and noticed that he was wearing a pair of boots much like Shagger's.

"Well, what's your excuse this time?" Daphne said, tapping her foot.

"I...uh..." she stammered, not wanting to tell Daphne that she had just pulled Max's huge cock out of her ass before coming here and that she'd been fucking him while talking to Daphne a few minutes ago.

"Looks like she's had a booty call," Shagger said, his eyes riveted to Velma's crotch. Everyone looked down to the dark fabric at the junction of Velma's thighs. She turned bright red and her face shot up to look Daphne in the eyes.

"Who the hell have you been..." Daphne said, almost laughing at her friend's embarrassment.

"You won't be laughing if I tell you," Velma thought to herself.

"Does it matter?" Freddy interjected. "Look, we haven't got this thing solved in 20 years. I just want to find out how haunted this place is. There isn't electricity hooked up here, there hasn't been since 1968 and there's still lights seen around here. It's been boarded up and nobody's been here but us, supposedly, and people still hear equipment running."

"Yeah, but, like, we never have," Shagger said calmly. He was looking around, familiarity with the Old Mill still not taking away his dread.

"Whatever, Shaggy," Daphne said, putting heavy emphasis on his most hated nickname.

"Daph, I know I told you..." he said, letting his voice trail off.

"Can we not fight? Yeah, it was a queer nick-name that you got from the studio. Daphne probably shouldn't have called you "Shagger" in front of the execs in the first place, but she did, and they changed it to Shaggy for you. Big fuckin' deal. You made your million, you stoner fuck," Velma spat.

"From what I recall, you sure do like to fuck the stoner," Norville said under his breath. Velma couldn't help but remember Shagger's huge dick; almost 13 inches long and as thick as her own wrist. He was always gentle with her unless they were all high. The night Jess was conceived they were both fucked up on coke and he pistoned that huge rod in and out of her like a jackhammer. In the middle of the fucking, he'd stretched her out so much that he could actually burry all of his monster in her wanton cunt. She felt another surge of cum gush from her cunt and she couldn't suppress the full-body shiver this time. Shagger smiled and leaned back, the offense completely gone from his stance.

"Look, Goddamnit, this is going to be our last time trying to solve this fuckin' mystery," Fred said, pushing himself into the conversation. "The cops won't give us clearance again to get in here and this is the only mystery we've never solved. We need to find out what the fuck is going on here and who's doing it, or if this place really is haunted."

"There's no such thing as ghosts," Velma murmured. Fred sighed deeply and his eyes closed in frustration.

"I know, you silly cum guzzling twat," Fred said firmly. "That's why we have to figure it out."

Velma crossed her arms and hunched down, her eyes hitting the floor around her feet. The arguing and planning went on around her, but Fred shutting her down like that made her think about high school and all the hell she'd caught then for being the nerdy one and being outcast. She fought back a tear when she saw something in the dust in the floor.

"Jinkes," she said quietly. She started looking around the floor quickly, looking toward the office door directly in front of her.

"What do you have, Velma?" Daphne said. Velma hadn't realized everyone had stopped talking and they were all looking at each other.

"Did we bring anyone else in here with us?" Velma asked, pushing past Freddy, taking the time to feel his crotch while her body was blocking Daphne's view. Three heads shook. "Well, someone else is here," Velma said, pointing to the floor. Three sets of eyes joined her gaze and they saw it, two sets of foot prints in the dust, disappearing into the shadow beyond the light of the door.

Velma stepped backward, looking at her own tracks next to the other two unknown sets.

"These are fresh, there's no dust in them, and their no new dust in mine," Velma said. Fred clicked his flashlight on and followed the tracks, straight to the offices of the Old Mill.

"If they're fresh, I don't know how the fuck they got in here," Shagger said calmly. "The door was boarded up when we arrived," he added. Velma started to follow the tracks back to their point of origin, but she lost them in the light of the doorway where they'd all been standing and pacing, disturbing the dust too much to follow the prints. Velma looked up and saw the ledge above them; all that was left of a catwalk from when the mill was still running. She followed it, knowing that it went to an old caved in stair case.

"Freddy, give me a flash light," Velma said. Fred pulled a small mag-light out of his back pocket and gave it to Velma. "Shagger, follow me," Velma said, and she immediately went to following the cat walk to the collapsed stairs.

"Like, I'd follow that ass anywhere," he said and caught up to her, his huge feet clapping heavily on the boards behind her.

"What do you want us to do, V?" Daphne asked hurriedly.

"Figure out where they went and who they are!' Velma half-shouted back.

It didn't take long for Velma to get to the stair case, and like everything else, it was covered in dust and debris from years of dilapidation. The beams of the cat walk were too high for her to reach and try to pull herself up.

"Shagger, you want to give me a hand, push me up there?" she asked. Shagger nodded and got behind her, his huge hands almost encircling her waist.

"Times like these, I wish you still wore those skirts," he said, a smile plastered to his face. Velma chuckled lightly at the memory of running around and solving mysteries with no panties on under her knee-length school skirts, and more importantly of all the fingering and fucking she'd done when she was alone with any of the other Mystery Inc. members. It brought right back to her attention how wet and hot she was and how the seam of the crotch of her jeans was rubbing deliciously through her split slit, forcing her camel toe deeper and rubbing roughly against her aching clit.

"Times like these I wish I could still fuck you," Velma said, the memories of Norville cheating on her flooding back to her mind. The heat left her pussy in an explosion, as it had come in the first place.

"Like, you still can," Shagger said, lifting Velma up by her waist. She grabbed a hold of the ledge and pushed herself up, feeling Norville's finger slide across her ass and down the seam in the center of her jeans. That rekindled the lust her crotch before she even knew what hit her.

"No, I can't, you lecherous fuck. If you hadn't fucked Mai Ling behind my back, maybe. But after doing that and then lying about it, repeatedly, for our whole freshmen year at State, to everyone but me, and then knocked her skinny Chinese cunt up, maybe I could." Velma said roughly.

"Maybe you can now, you know you want to," Velma heard her internal voice say. She shook her head and rolled to her feet, her flash light hitting the gangway.

"What do you see?" Shagger said with a heavy sigh.

"This is how they came in," Velma said, her light following the tracks. They started at a window that had two board removed. "Looks like they came in a window from the hip roof over the machining area," Velma continued. She walked carefully over to the window, watching her step on the failing lumber. She looked out and she saw a cherry red Camaro parked out side, just out of sight from the main entry.

"There's a nice Camaro out here, looks like a '69," Velma said to Shagger. He was waiting patiently below, staring lewdly at her ass, noticing that her pussy wasn't the only thing that was wet and there seemed to be cum leaking out of her ass as well.

"Jesus, Velma, you really did get a good fucking, didn't you," Norville said lowly. Velma shot around, red faced, standing straight up. The catwalk below her shook a little and the lumber creaked. She very slowly can carefully crept along the wall, trying to step only where there were joists under the planking.

"I don't see how that's any of your business anymore," she hissed out. She came to the end of the walk and sat down gingerly, getting ready to slide off. Norville stepped below her, holding his arms up to catch her, almost able to touch her dangling feet.

"Like, that's never stopped us before. Come on, tell me," Shagger said. Velma looked hesitantly at him for a second.

"You can't tell anyone," she said apprehensively. Shagger nodded. "I was fucking Daphne's son when she called," she said meekly and slid off the cat walk. Norville almost faltered in catching Velma, but his hands were still there. They slid along her legs, feeling the denim slip under them, up to her sweater which bunched up as she slid down into his hands. The fabric hesitated at her tits, pushing them up with it and then letting her pendulous mounds fall free, her erect nipples bouncing in Shagger's lecherous gaze. "Oh God," Velma moaned. "I need it. I need you inside me. Fuck me hard and fuck me now, Shagger," Velma continued, falling against her former boyfriend's body, her hands drifting to his rapidly hardening cock while her pussy fired up thinking of the huge cock she manipulated.

****

"How long do you think it'll take until those two start fucking each other's brains out?" Daphne asked Freddy.

"I dunno, Daph," Fred replied. "I was just wondering how long we should wait before we start," Fred said, licking his lips. The two followed the foot prints through the maze of rooms in the office portion of the Old Mill until they stopped at a door.

"Freddy, I think our kids are..." Daphne started with a deep sigh.

"Shhh...listen to this," Freddy said, cocking his ear toward the door. Daphne swore she heard a slight moaning sound coming from inside.

Daphne put her ear to the door and listened while Freddy looked through the key hole to try to get a look.

"Oh Amber, that's sooooo good. You really want to eat that cunt don't you. We'll have to see what we can do to her Monday. What was it that.....oooooohhhh....Saraaaaaaah.....said? Just don't....oh God....just...don't....get....just don't......Oh Goooooood," came the voice through the door. Daphne found her rubbing herself, her brain slowly registering that they might be talking about her Sarah, but too caught up in the sapphic love scene that must have been unfolding on the other side of the door.

Freddy, on the other hand, didn't hear what was going on, but he sure was getting an eyeful. Draped over an old desk was a brunette, probably his daughter's age or a little older, naked as the day she was born. She was pulling on her nipples and mauling her own breasts and there was a lithe little redhead giving her pussy a proper tongue bath, taking long slow strokes up and down and then stabbing inside her cunt with her tongue; the redhead's whole head moving with the motion. Fred was hard instantly. He looked up and he saw his wife starting to squeeze her thighs together and maul her tits as she listened at the door.

They were ready to open it for a better look when they heard a scream coming from the main room. They both looked toward each other, Freddy catching the girls in the room jerking straight up as his eye ripped away from the keyhole.

"Velma!" they both shouted and tore off through the hallways, the white circle of their flashlight swinging wildly before them.

***

Velma popped the buttons on her fly before Norville even had his first one undone. Her pants slid down to her ankles as she kicked her shoes off. Shagger's pants were down and his monument us rod was out and hard as a rock as they both stepped over to the wall. Velma bent over and grabbed a hold of a window ledge, pushing her bare ass and cleanly shaven cunt lips back toward him. Shagger could see the juice dripping off them as her flower opened and he wasted no time in putting his cock head to her aching, hot slit. He slid the head quickly up and down her pink box, teasing her opening as well as her clit as he jerked himself rapidly.

"Don't tease me, you bastard," she hissed. She was quickly rewarded with Norville shoving the first three inches of his cock in her box. She moaned loudly and she felt her twat swelling and stretching around his huge pole. It seemed to move on its own, having its own memories and wanting his huge fuck rod buried deep inside her. She felt her cum ooze out onto his rod, and he began to slowly stroke it out of her, pushing back in as her pussy returned to normal size around his retreating head.

"Oh fuck, Velma, it's been sooooo long," Shagger said and started pushing slowly back in, this time getting almost 5 inches pushed into Velma's velvet vice before he stopped.

"Oh my God, it sure is...." she panted out. Her mind exploded with memories of being fucked and used after their mysteries, or during if she could get away with it. Part of her wished she had Daphne here to eat her pussy and suck her clit as the huge dick slowly rode in and out of her wanton sex, but another part of her was still picturing Max's dick stroking in and out of her pink depths.

Shagger's cock started throbbing as he pulled out of her slowly, each one eliciting a cooing noise from Velma. His peach-sized cock head popped loose from her pussy, the wet sound echoing around the entry of the Old Mill like a firecracker. She shuddered and shivered with the absence, her pussy flexing and contracting, drooling with her cunt honey as she waited for the cock to be put back in her pussy. It wasn't a long wait and she felt her pussy stretching deliciously to accommodate Norville's huge prick.

She couldn't help but remember everything she'd done to stretch her pussy out to let his huge prick in her depths. She used regular vibrators and dildos at first, and then graduated to cucumbers, ears of corn, and anything else she could buy. She loved watching the objects she'd use disappear into her pussy. She could feel herself getting wetter on Shagger's prick just thinking about it. Her roommate in college was the best though.

Velma had been fucking herself with the thick end of a beer bottle when her roommate walked in, drunk off her ass, from a party. Lucy was the first black woman on campus, and that made her more than popular; she was a sex object and was apparently very very good. Velma wasn't thinking clearly and just kept masturbating herself, watching the brown glass slide in and out of her pussy, fixated by the amount of her clear cum was running down the bottle.

Lucy apparently wasn't thinking very clearly either, and in her drunken state she bent before Velma and watched, stroking her own pussy under her skirt, her right hand roughly grabbing her tits in turn. Lucy's hand went up to the bottle and pulled it out, the wet popping sound accompanied by a splash of Velma's cum as her cunt slapped shut after the large end of the bottle left her depths. Lucy set the bottle down and started playing with the white-girls auburn framed slit, slipping three, then four fingers deep into the hot wet flesh. It wasn't long until her whole fist was deep inside Velma, and the white girl was in constant orgasm, her pussy flooding the mattress under her with her thick cum. Velma was transfixed by the sensations of the wiggling fingers inside her, the depth that they were reaching, and the look of her stretched twat around the deep ebony of Lucy's arm.

Velma came. Her whole body shook and she almost lost her grip on the window ledge. She heard her pussy juice splatter against the dusty wood floor under her and then realized after a second massive orgasm rocked her body that Shagger wasn't in here and she couldn't feel his body heat anywhere near her. In shock, worry, and lust, she turned around, her cum rolling down her thighs making her quiver again.

Once the scene before her finally registered, she screamed.

**

By the time Velma and Fred got back out to the main room, they were in a panic. Not only had their long-time friend just issued a blood curdling scream, but in the minute since then, there was only silence. Not even the sounds of crickets in the mill or the wind through the boarded windows was heard; it was deathly still. The duo exploded through the door into the main room and stopped. Daphne stopped so fast she actually fell down, landing hard on her ass.