Chapter 1: Sex Across The Sea

When the reporter rang the police, all the things he had been left were collected by policemen who knew nothing of the special group. Everything was tested as usual. The police pathologist confirmed that the blood group and DNA proved the genitals belonged to Aziz, as did the same on the brush handle. Residue on the brush handle also showed that it had been used to damage Aziz’s bowels.

Without including any of the photos but giving a good description, the reporter did an excellent article for his local paper. It was also picked up by the tv and national press. He described everything that had been done to Aziz and said that such vigilante action could not be encouraged.

But he added that he was sure all the victims and their relatives would be delighted, the public would sleep safer in their beds and a lot of villains would have second thoughts next time they were tempted. He made it very clear, without actually saying so, that he enthusiastically supported their methods.

All the tv stations and newspapers who reported it, later stated that 84% of those contacting them were in favour of what had been done, whilst 5% had been against it. Another 7% had been Muslims outraged at what they considered an uncalled for, racist attack against a religion of peace.

Following the publicity on the Aziz case there was some pressure from above. The Chief Constable demanded that the vigilantes be caught and brought before the court. His instructions came down the chain of command and landed at Detective Superintendent Hopkins door.

He smiled to himself, then sat down and wrote a report on how after several months of investigation, no lead could be discovered. ‘In view of the crimes committed by the victim and the restrictions on police funding, I don’t consider it financially sensible to pursue this further.’ he commented.

He signed it, put it in an envelope addressed to the Chief Constable and filed it in his safe. After marking a date on his calendar two months hence to put the letter into the internal mail, he promptly forgot about it, getting on with investigating new crimes.

Over the following few months, many criminals commented on being arrested that they had not done anything violent. Statistics for all types of violence also showed a noticeable drop.

But some more drug dealers were already crawling out of the woodwork. A busy time ahead was on the cards for the Special Group.

SATURDAY EVENING

Over on the Isle of Man, Sandra was at the ferry terminal in plenty of time. She had watched the ferry from when she first spotted it as a dot on the horizon until it tied up at the dockside. She had hardly taken her eyes of it the whole time and her excitement was building the nearer it got.

After it had tied up, she moved round to the gate where arrivals would disembark from. They soon started coming through. Then at last her heart gave a lurch as she spotted Butler, wheeling his case behind him.

She waved to attract his attention. As soon as he spotted her, he waved back and speeded up his pace as much as the crowds allowed. A minute or so later they were in each other’s arms.

After a long hug and kiss, they left the terminal arm in arm, Butler pulling his case. It was only a five-minute walk from the terminal to Sandras flat. Once they were inside, they had another long hug and kiss.

‘I never thought I’d ever see you again,’ Sandra said. ‘I’ve missed you so much.’ ‘Me too,’ Butler told her, ‘I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you the whole time.’ Sandra had eaten earlier, and Butler had eaten on the ferry. They had a coffee and some biscuits as they sat side by side on the settee holding hands.

As soon as they had finished their drinks, Butler turned and took her in his arms. As they kissed, he slid a hand up between them and caressed her breast over her clothes. His cock had already gone fully hard.

As Sandra kissed him back, she slid one hand down between his legs and felt his hardness. It throbbed like mad at her touch. ‘Shall we go to bed before you burst?’ she asked smiling.

They went through to her bedroom. As soon as they were in the room, they hugged and kissed. Then Sandra started pulling Butlers top off. He helped her then pulled hers off too. As they had another hug and kiss, Butler undid her bra.

Without interrupting their kiss, he slid the straps off her shoulders and the bra out of the way completely, so her breasts were bare on his chest.

He slid his hand up between them and caressed the bare flesh giving himself a lot of pleasure and making Sandra cry out happily. Butler’s cock was doing a dance too.

Sandra said in his ear, ‘Shall we just strip off and get into bed?’ They both reached for their waist at the same time and started undoing everything. Butler had his trousers off a fraction of a second before Sandra had her jeans off.

But with nothing to get in the way, Sandra had her panties off long before Butler managed to get his shorts off past his cock. She headed straight for the bed, then Butler followed to the other side. They got in under the duvet and went into each other’s arms immediately.

As their bodies pressed tight together and Butler’s cock, now squashed flat between them throbbed like mad, Sandra cried out. ‘I’ve dreamt of this every night. But I never really believed it could come true.’

She threw the duvet off the bed completely and got up on her hands and knees. She kissed his lips, then kissed all the way down his front. She kissed the tip of his cock, then holding it fairly still with some difficulty, managed to kiss all the way down its underneath before she took his balls in her mouth and sucked them.

Feeling them in her mouth was wonderful, but feeling his hard cock banging against the underneath of her chin every time it flexed was even more so. After a few minutes she let them drop out, kissed his tip once more then lay down on her back beside him.

‘Make love to me, my darling.’ she said. Butler got up and moved around between her legs. He kissed her hairs and as she drew her knees up and her legs apart, he kissed deep into them over her opening. Then he pushed his tongue in and managed to lick her lump.

She let out a scream of ecstasy at the sensation it sent surging through her. He kept it up as long as he could, then sat back on his heels. His cock stuck out in front of him like an iron bar. Sandra reached out and held it, shivering in excitement as she did.

Butler opened the large box of Durex he had brought with him and took one out. Sandra was thrilled to see he was prepared for a lot of action. She decided not to mention that she had bought a box too, just in case. ‘I’ll keep them in reserve.’ she thought.

She watched Butler sliding it down his cock, seeing it throbbing in his hand as he did so. ‘I wonder how many times he’s stroked it and fired since we first made love?’ she thought to herself.

Once it was on, he lay down on top of her, his cock squashed flat between them. ‘Are you ready?’ he asked. ‘Yes, definitely.’ she told him. He lifted his hips up and she felt his condom covered cock sliding down through her hairs.

Then its tip touched her opening and as she cried out happily it started its long gentle journey like a freight train going into a tunnel. The feeling after so much anticipation was so wonderful. When he finally rested all his weight on her, she enjoyed feeling his hard cock throbbing about deep inside her.

He savoured the feelings himself for a moment, then gently lifted his hips up before lowering them back down a little faster. As Sandra called out in delight, he moved into a slow but steady rhythm. Sandra changed to a continuous moan of pleasure as she felt his hard rod moving back and fore deep inside her.

After a short while he increased his speed slightly. The first time he had made love it had been hard to hold back and not go wild. This time it seemed impossible. Now it wasn’t imagination, he knew what delights awaited him and holding back for Sandra to have her climax seemed an impossibility.