Surefuck Bones: The Darling Mysteries

by just-this-guy

Caution: This Mystery Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, .

Desc: Mystery Sex Story: A simple case brings Bones and Wadshot to the town of Darling, but additional cases occur.

"Wadshot!" exclaimed Bones the instant I stepped into his residence. "A visitor is scheduled to arrive momentarily."

"I can return later," said I.

"Nonsense. You are just in time. Sit, Wadshot. I always value your company and your assistance."

"Thank you," replied I. I was always most interested in the curious cases Bones was involved in.

I sat in an armchair separated only by a table and lamp from Bones' identical armchair. I was currently at 34D Cummings Street, the lodgings of my very good friend, Mr. Surefuck Bones. I have previously chronicled his unparalleled detective prowess in The Case of the Forbidden Sex and other stories.

No sooner had I settled into my seat when there was a knock upon the door.

"Enter," called out Bones.

A man came into the flat wearing a nice suit of moderate quality designed to appear like clothing made at fancier establishments. He looked back and forth between us.

"Mr. Bones?" said the man hesitantly.

"I am he," said Bones. "This is my friend, Dr. Wadshot. What would bring the director of an all-girls school from Darling into London?"

"I am Jonathan Athelney," said he agitatedly. "I am indeed the director of Debon Finishing School in Darling, but how you determined that I cannot ponder."

"It is simplicity," said Bones. "Certainly that floral pin on your lapel is more indicative of young women than of young men."

I could not tell the distinctive characteristics of Athelney's lapel pin from where I sat, but Bones' keen and observant eyesight identified it.

Bones continued. "Your dress is more in the manner of a director than of an instructor or of administrative staff."

"You are quite correct," said Athelney with admiration.

"Bones," said I. "How did you know Mr. Athelney is from Darling? There are many such schools throughout our good country."

"It is simple," said Bones. "Darling has trees with a unique yellow flower that are found no where else except further north and Mr. Athelney does not have the appearance of the weariness of a very long journey. Pollen from the flowers has frequently fallen on our visitor's suit and over time has produced a yellowish tinge on the shoulder."

Mr. Athelney brushed at his shoulder.

"And all this time I blamed it on the incompetence of my maid," he said. "I am indeed from Darling, Mr. Bones."

"Do have a seat," said Bones with excitement for a case, "and tell us what brings you to us."

"As already has been said, I am Jonathan Athelney, the director of the Debon Finishing School in Darling. I am in charge of the education of 24 girls."

"Darling is not a very big town," interrupted Bones. "24 girls are very many for a town the size of Darling.

"Yes," answered Athelney. "We are not the most prestigious school, but we are more reasonably priced, so we draw in certain girls."

"Yes, as you said, you are not very prestigious."

Mr. Athelney was obviously bothered by Bones' last statement and I was unsure of why my friend would say such a thing. Bones often lacked tact, but he was not prone to insults.

"You were saying that you were in charge of 24 girls," I said to put the conversation back on track.

"Yes," said Athelney. "Last night, a girl secretly came into my chambers in the darkness. I was not aware of her until she was perched upon my cock with her warm quim. The sensations were so magnificent that I could not help but participate with this mystery girl until we both came to climax. It was most satisfactory."

"Obviously you want to discover who this uncouth girl is and expel her," said I.

"No, doctor!" said Athelney vehemently. "I want to marry her!"

"Marry her?" said I surprised. "Why do you not ask the girls who was it that came to you during the night?"

"Every girl would claim to be the girl," said Athelney.

Bones spoke up, "To a girl with the lot in life of attending school in Darling, even its director is desirous."

I could see in Mr. Athelney's eyes that he was insulted by Bones' latest jab at Darling. I would have to inquire later to Bones about this. I could not fathom why he would say such a thing unless he had previous negative experiences at Darling.

"You have a cab waiting?" said Bones brightly.

"Yes," said Athelney.

"Come, Wadshot!" said Bones rising. "As you know I am a lazy chap, but we unfortunately must travel to resolve this issue and it must be to Darling."

Bones was indeed very lethargic, yet he was physically strong and had great endurance. It was a mystery how his physical condition remained so excellent. The only time his lethargy evaporated was when he was on a case and then he was intensely energetic. He perhaps was at his most vigorous when he put out of business the seller of virgin sex slaves by deflowering 15 virgins within three hours. When the buyer showed up shortly thereafter and the seller had no virgins to sell, the seller was done for.

"Certainly," said I, rising with my friend. "I am glad to accompany you."

"Thank you, gentlemen," said Athelney.


When we arrived at the school in Darling, Bones requested that Mr. Athelney congregate all the girls. Bones had Mr. Athelney wait outside the assembly room out of sight as the girls entered.

"Stand the girls in a straight line, Wadshot," instructed Bones, "so I may observe them when Mr. Athelney enters."

Bones stood by the door where Athelney would later come in. I was pleased to be in the midst of these 15, 16, and 17-year old women. I had a strong hard-on by the time the girls were arranged to Bones' satisfaction. The room was designed for rows of chair so there was not enough room to stand all side-by-side, so three girls were curved in on each end but they were still easily observable.

"I am Surefuck Bones," said my friend to the girls when they were positioned. "In a moment Dr. Wadshot here shall escort Director Athelney into the room. What Mr. Athelney will show you may be considered shocking for some of you. Now each girl please count up beginning with 1 and remember your number." He pointed at the girl on the left.

"One," she said.

After girl 24 said her number, I asked, "Shall I retrieve Mr. Athelney?"

"Yes," said Bones.

I stepped out of the room to where Mr. Athelney waited.

"You may enter now," said I. "Bones is ready."

"Is Mr. Bones certain he can identify the girl?"

"He is certain," said I.

I was uncertain how Bones would do it but I had great trust in his abilities.

I led Mr. Athelney into the assembly room then moved to the opposite side of the doorway from Bones. Perhaps my own observation would be of use to my friend.

"Director Athelney, please begin," said Bones without turning his eyes away from the girls.

"Girls," said Athelney, grabbing their attention. All 24 sets of eyes focused on him.

I evaluated facial expressions even now. Several girls gazed at Mr. Athelney in a fanciful fashion.

Mr. Athelney dropped his trousers.

Several girls gasped, some girls turned their heads away, other girls stared frozen at the exposure, and a few others smiled. I could not envision how any of this was ultimately helpful to Bones. I would say it eliminated numerous girls, but there were still too many girls I would suspect to be the mystery visitor in the night.

"Director Athelney," said Bones.

Mr. Athelney pulled his trousers up then inquired, "Mr. Bones?"

"Girl 17," said Bones. "Please step forward."

"Annie?" said Athelney quietly after the girl obeyed. He then spoke louder. "All girls may return to class except Miss Phillips. Please remain Annie."

"Yes, sir," she said.

The girls left quickly.

"Miss Phillips?" said Athelney.

"Yes, sir?"

Athelney dropped to one knee. "Will you marry me?"

Miss Phillips broke into tears.

"Yes," she choked out. "How did you know it was me last night?"

Mr. Athelney looked at Bones and inquired, "How did you determine it was Annie and not another girl?"

Bones answered. "Obviously any girl who gasped or averted her eyes was not the girl who came to your room and so satisfactorily boffed you. Miss Phillips smile was the only smile that displayed admiration because of her remembrance of the joy she had last night."

Athelney stood, took her hands into his, and smiled happily at her.

"When shall we be married, Mr. Athelney?" she asked.

"Please call me John, Annie. You are to be my wife," he said. "As to your question, the sooner the better. Would this Saturday be acceptable?"

"Yes," she said practically jumping out of her dress.

I noticed the bounce of her tits. She had a most decent pair. She was physically a very good choice for a wife. She was an excellent playground for any man.

"Since we are to be married, Annie?" said Athelney.

"Yes, John?" she said happily.

"Would you fellate me?"

"Gladly!"

Miss Phillips dropped to her knees and Mr. Athelney took his trousers back down. She eagerly began to suck on his hard cock.

"Come, Wadshot," said Bones. "Let us return to London."

"Thank you," said Mr. Athelney. He looked back down at his future wife bobbing her mouth on his cock.

We exited the room and Bones did not say a thing until we were away from the school and walking on the road. We would hail transportation back to London from the center of Darling.

Bones finally said, "Of course, I could have chosen any girl and Mr. Athelney would have been just as pleased."

"I do wonder why he did not just boff all the girls?" asked I. "He would discover his night time guest and enjoy all the other girls too."

"The girls at this school are from low incomes. Each girl would expect marriage after such a union. I dare say every girl at the school will be jealous of Miss Phillips even though Mr. Athelney is no great catch. When one is close to the bottom rung of a ladder like Miss Phillips, even the next rung up looks great."

A kind gentleman gave us a lift into town and we were into Darling proper in only five minutes.


There was an available cab but a great commotion at the pub piqued Bones' interest, so we headed there.

"It would do us good to have a pint before we go anyway," said Bones.

I quite agreed.

No sooner had we entered the pub when a man blustered from behind us to get out of the way. Bones and I separated. A man walked between us and into the room.

"Where is the dead girl?" he asked.

"Upstairs," said a tearful barmaid.

"Come," whispered Bones.

We discretely followed the man upstairs into a small apartment and then into a bedroom. There was a naked girl of about age fifteen face down on the bed.

The man turned the girl over.

"Do not touch her!" protested Bones. "You will disturb the clues!"

"Who are you?" the man demanded.

"I am Surefuck Bones. May I inquire who you are?"

"I am Officer Appleton and I do not appreciate your presence here."

"I may be of assistance," said Bones. "Scotland Yard frequently consults with me. Perhaps you know Inspector Lascive?"

"I have met him," said Appleton while looking at the dead girl. "There is not much here to look at. The blue face indicates a simple strangulation. I just need to find the rope and I will find the killer."

"Perhaps not so simple considering there are no marks on her neck," said Bones.

"Uh ... well?" said Appleton, looking at her neck.

Bones stepped forward and rolled the girl back into her original position.

"What's this?" he said looking at a small liquid stain on the bed linen.

"It is just her drool," said Appleton.

Bones said nothing more as he thoroughly inspected her body and the bed.

"So who is her lover?" Bones asked.

"She is just a girl," said Appleton.

"She was boffed within the last two hours," definitively said Bones.

"Her parents are downstairs. Her mother is the barmaid and her father is the bartender. I will get them," said Appleton apparently increasingly impressed by Bones' observational abilities.

"Never mind her parents. I saw her lover downstairs."

I was astounded. I had hardly had time to observe who was in the pub before coming up here, yet my friend had determined the killer.

"Who?" said Appleton equally as shocked as I was.

"He is the young man sitting at the table near the piano."

"Henry? He would not do such a thing."

"He did not. The girl did it by accident."

Appleton shook his head. "This is crazy talk. I will bring Henry up and you will see how crazy it is."

Appleton returned with the young man in a couple of minutes. Henry looked sadly at the dead girl.

"She was an adventurous lover for you," said Bones to Henry.

"Betsy?" said Henry. "She was only a friend."

"Please drop your trousers," said Bones.

"What?" protested Henry. "You are out of your mind."

"I told you," said Appleton smugly.

Bones said, "Betsy strangled trying to deep throat Henry's cock."

Appleton looked at Bones then at Henry incredulously. Henry's face had turned pale.

"Henry?" said Appleton noticing the boy's change.

"It is not true," emphatically said Henry.

"Please prove it," insisted Bones.

"Very well," petulantly said Henry. He dropped his trousers. "See."

His cock was small.

Bones immediately spoke. "Betsy must have been a wonderful lover. I detect that her ass has previously been spread open by a cock. It is not every girl who is willing to do such a thing except for girls in Dr. Wadshot here's company."

I was pleased by the compliment and chuckled softly.

Bones continued, "You boffed Betsy's ass two hours ago and she later decided to provide you oral pleasure. On the linen I detected a mixture of her saliva and your cock juice. You cannot deny it."

"My word!" exclaimed Appleton at the new sight.

The talk of what the girl did to Henry stimulated the boy and he now had a most impressive cock for a still growing lad.

Henry cried out, "Betsy insisted on trying to deep throat me. She took my head within but then she tried to take my entire length down. As you said, sir, Betsy is an adventurous girl. She passed out and it was a great difficulty to remove my cock from her. When I finally was able to do so, she was dead. I panicked and fled downstairs."

"A pity such a splendidly talented girl has met such a tragic and early end," I lamented. "If more ladies were like her, England would be a much happier place."

"I guess there was no crime here," said Officer Appleton. "It was a mistake. A big mistake. I can understand your panic, Henry. I was a lad once myself."

"Thank you, sir," said Henry with relief.

"Shall we finally go, Wadshot?" asked Bones.

"Certainly," said I.

"Good day!" Bones said to Appleton and Henry as we left.


We had just sat down in the cab when a man in his late twenties came desperately running up.

"Mr. Bones! Mr. Bones!" he yelled.

"Yes?" my friend responded.

"I heard that you solved the mystery about poor Betsy. I was wondering if you would be so kind as to help me."

Bones sighed and muttered "Darling" under his breath.

"My wife is missing," the man said.

"This town will not let us go, Wadshot," semi-joked Bones, stepping to the ground.

"I have a carriage," the man said. "I know it is late. I have rooms you may reside in."

On the short ride to his home, he explained who he was.

"I am Benjamin Bingham. I am a sheep rancher. My wife Rose left me after I had several indiscretions with the maidservant. I fired the maid but Rose still left me."

"So you live alone now?" asked Bones.

"I hired a new maid to keep the household in order. Her name is Rita. She is sometimes flirtatious because I am without my wife, but I am determined to stay true to Rose. I will release the maid as soon as my Rose is found, but for now I must keep her to keep the household in order. I hope you can find my wife."

Bones was in silent thought so I asked, "You have no idea where your wife would go?"

"No. I made visits to relatives under false pretenses but she was not in any of those locations. I am afraid she has completely disappeared."

"This is very difficult," Bones spoke up. "Perhaps when we arrive, I may ascertain clues to where she is now. If I am not mistaken that is your residence before us."

"Yes, it is," said Mr. Bingham.

The maid had short, dark black hair, a dark complexion and was likely from Spain. She showed us to our rooms and then we convened with Mr. Bingham over dinner.

"Your maid is very attractive," said Bones.

"Yes," said Bingham. "It is my downfall. I always hire staff that are most visually pleasing. I am a man who prefers to beautify my home in a way much different than a woman chooses."

"Could you not hire older staff," I asked, "and do away with such distractions?"

"It is difficult," he slowly answered. "It would be better if I did so and I will do so once Rose is found. It will be unfair to Rita, but she can easily find a job elsewhere. I will give a good word for her."

"Why not release Rita now?" I followed up. "It is not right when she could be in a job where she has stability of employment."

"You are indeed right, Dr. Wadshot," said Bingham, "however Rita is my constant test until Rose is found. It is good that she remains for now to teach me new ways to live. I will stay true to Rose during her absence even in the midst of Rita. My only release will be from my very own hand."

"I understand," I said though I could not. Since Rita was a willing partner, boff her for release and if she was good then forget about Rose.

"My heart will always belong to Rose," said Bingham longingly.

"Describe Rose and tell us about the day she left," said Bones refocusing to the primary topic.

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