Chapter 1

I was in a comfy chair lightly masturbating while reading a fictional story about an explorer named Professor Johnstone who came across a lost tribe in South America. All the adults and all the males of any age died in a tribal skirmish. The female children hid in a cave during the battle. The survivors included twelve virgins in the age range of thirteen to sixteen who had the desire to repopulate their tribe by birthing males. I think you can imagine where the story goes. Perhaps you read the story yourself. My soft stroke on my cock kept myself continually hard without ever nearing ejaculation.

I was reading in the flat of my good friend Surefuck Bones at 34D Cummings Street. You have heard me give accounts of his intellectual and detective prowess in such adventures as the simple Case of the Smelly Finger and the curious Case of the Perpetual Virgin which might be Bones' finest moment.

Bones currently worked with chemicals concocting another seven percent solution. I cautioned him frequently about the ill effects of imbibing such a concoction, as you know I am a medical doctor, but Bones took no hearing to my cautions.

Bones spoke abruptly, ejecting me from my fantasy. He was so focused when he worked on a project that when he spoke it always came as a surprise.

"Put away your good book, my good friend," Bones said, "I just heard a carriage pull up and I hear Mrs. Hummer coming up the stairs to tell us of whoever has come to see us."

"It looks like you are at a good place to stop in your book," he continued. "Professor Johnstone just ejaculated into the young fourteen-year old, Tchillia, who has 36D tits at her young age. If I recall he does her doggy-style."

As always, I was impressed with Bones' observational ability. Indeed I was at that exact point of the book. Also, I had not heard the sound of the arriving carriage or Mrs. Hummer's footsteps. I took a tip of pre-cum off my cock, put it on the corner of the book and folded the corner down to mark my place. I placed the book on the lamp stand and quickly pulled up my boxers and trousers. I glanced at the clock. Ten after two.

Bones sat down in the chair on the other side of the lamp stand.

Immediately there was a knock on the door.

"Yes," said Bones loudly.

The door opened.

Mrs. Hummer appeared. She was invaluable domestic help to Bones for many years.

"A Mr. Wilton Henry Jacobson the Third to see you," she said.

There was the sound of bounding steps. A man burst in pushing aside the older Mrs. Hummer. A girl was pulled in behind him. The man held the girl's wrist tightly.

"I must see you right away, sir!" the man said urgently.

"Sir, I said to wait..." protested Mrs. Hummer.

"It's alright," interrupted Bones. "I will see our visitors."

Mrs. Hummer gave the visitor a huff for his lack of proper rules of etiquette and closed the door behind her.

The man looked about forty-five years old. He was nattily dressed in tweed vest and a finely crafted overcoat on this chilly day. He was a man of material means.

The girl was in her early teens. Her dress was somewhat disheveled and rumpled. She looked down at the floor and all one could see was her unkempt long reddish-brown hair.

"You look like a troubled man, Mr. Jacobson. I imagine it is due to the rape of your niece near Worthing Street."

Mr. Jacobson's mouth dropped. The girl's head lifted briefly with wide eyes. She had a most attractive face. She then looked down at the floor again.

"I have heard of your mental prowess, Mr. Bones," said Jacobson. "But what you said is completely accurate. How did you know?"

I must admit I was completely baffled by Bones' observations myself.

Bones answered.

"Simplicity. I noted the reddish tinge on the bottom edges of her dress. This can only come from the road work being done on Worthing Street. The horses' feet and the carriage wheels stir up the red clay. As for the rape, my sense of smell tells me she had intercourse less than two hours ago. The appearance of her hair contains the moisture consistency created by the passions of sexual intimacy. The torn fabric in her dress, especially around her ample bust, indicate a probable accosting."

Again, Mr. Bones' skills astounded me. I did not notice that this young girl already had size 34D tits. She was not much smaller in tit than the young girl in my book. My mind briefly wandered into fantasy as I imagined doing this girl doggy-style.

"And that she is my niece, sir?" asked Mr. Jacobson, wanting the complete answer.

"The closeness in which you hold her," said Bones, "indicates that she is not your daughter, but someone very close to you and probably lives with you."

"Yes, Mr. Bones. You are correct. Charlotte has lived with me since her parents were killed when she was five. She is like a daughter to me, however."

"I do not doubt your love and affection," said Bones, "I just observe that she is not your daughter. Her mother was your sister."

"Again, you are correct," said Jacobson.

"Oh, where are my manners?" said Bones. "This is my compatriot, Dr. Wadshot. Why don't you sit down, Mr. Jacobson?"

He motioned to some chairs.

"Good day, Dr. Wadshot. I have heard about your invaluable assistance to Mr. Bones in solving the most inscrutable cases. If you do not mind, I prefer to stand. I am a bit agitated."

"That is acceptable," said Bones, "What can we do for you?"

"Well, as you stated with keen observation, my niece Charlotte was raped near Worthing Street. I would like to have this ruffian caught!" Jacobson said the last vengefully.

"Have you gone to Scotland Yard?" said Bones. "They handle these cases."

"Well, yes," said Jacobson, "but they do not have much to go on, especially with Charlotte's refusal to talk. She is in shock, I presume."

"A reasonable assumption," I interjected. "I am sure she was traumatized."

Jacobson continued, "Mr. Bones, I heard of your amazing skills so chronicled by the good Dr. Wadshot here and which I saw first hand in the short time I was here. I desire your help. I am a man of means."

"Yes, you own the Jacobson shipyards," said Bones. "Money is not of importance to me."

Jacobson's shoulders slumped.

"However," said Bones, "I currently am bored and without cases, so I will take it even though I expect the case will take no more than a few hours."

"Oh, thank you, Mr. Bones!" said Jacobson excitedly. He rushed over and shook Mr. Bones' hand. "Thank you."

"Shall we begin, my good friend?" said Bones as he stood. "Clues are waiting to be discovered. Some will disappear if we do not start right away."

"Certainly," I said, rising from my chair also.

We walked over to a waist-high table across the room. Bones commissioned the highly respected woodworker John Dontell to make this table seven years ago. It had served Bones well. It was most unfortunate to hear of Dontell's accidental death two years ago, but his three sons had carried forth the business most admirably and were fine craftsmen in their own right.

Bones removed the papers off the table that had to do with some strange African beetle. I grabbed the cushions and strapped them to the top of the table. The cushions and table were made for each other.

"Come, Charlotte," Bones said and motioned her. "Remove all your garments and lie back on this table."

"Mr. Bones!" said Jacobson in objection.

"We must get all the evidence," answered Bones "She was naked when this event happened. I must not only inspect the clothes, but I must inspect her."

Jacobson gave Charlotte a little nudge forward in understanding and acceptance.

Charlotte came over and shyly undressed.

Mr. Bones and I undressed also.

"Mr. Bones! Dr. Wadshot! What are you doing?" exclaimed Jacobson.

"These are my methods, Mr. Jacobson," replied Bones "If you want to take your niece and go and not find out who attacked her then go now."

Bones was unusually perturbed. I do not generally see him get angry. Perhaps Bones was annoyed by the uncouth mannerisms of a man one expected to be respectful and cultured.

Bones had a heightened excitement to him. The kind of excitement that only happened when he worked on a case.

Charlotte stepped out of her shoes and pushed down her dress. As she removed her undergarments, her breasts became exposed. The sight of such large, firm, well-formed tits evoked an immediate erection from my cock. I noticed it evoked the same response from Bones. Jacobson looked at us and our erections with disapproval, but he said nothing.

My eyes gravitated to her pussy. As a doctor, I have seen many, many a fine pussy. At least externally, this rated in the upper two percent in quality of appearance.

"Sit on the edge here, Charlotte," Bones said, patting the cushion. I admired Bones' ability to pull his eyes away from her pussy.

Charlotte cooperated.

"Now lie back gently," instructed Bones.

"Good," said Bones after she complied. "Open your legs. Let them hang over the sides."

I moved over, just behind Bones on his left side, to get a glimpse of the jewel Bones viewed straight on.

"Very good, Charlotte," said Bones soothingly.

I glanced over at Jacobson. He appeared agitated.

Bones moved forward and bent his face down toward her pussy. He placed his hands on opposite sides of her pussy to make sure she did not close her legs upon his head. With his face in close proximity, he examined her pussy.

"Hmmmm," said Bones.

"You discover something?" said Jacobson hopefully.

"Perhaps," said Bones as his inscrutable self.

Bones brought his nose down to her pussy. She twitched as his nose brushed against her pubic hair and again as she felt his exhales against her flesh.

Bones sniffed in her scent deeply.

Charlotte giggled.

"What did you have for lunch today, Miss?" inquired Bones.

"Ummm ... fish and chips," she replied.

"Yes, I thought so," said Bones. "But there are other smells here that need identification."

He breathed in deeply again. He licked his lips as if ruminating and breathed in again.

"There is a certain..." Bones trailed off.

He breathed in deeply.

"Yes ... yes..." Bones said, as he sucked in her odor. "A slight hint of ... coal, I believe."

Bones breathed her in again.

"Hmmm ... and I think something else. Yes!" Bones said excitedly, but as often was the case he kept his discovery to himself.

I noticed Jacobson was about to speak, so I quickly placed my index finger over my mouth to indicate quiet. It was masterful to watch Bones work and I knew he appreciated minimal distractions.

"I observe that the man licked you," said Bones.

"Yes," said Charlotte.

"Like this?" Bones asked, as he ran his tongue up her pussy toward her clit. Charlotte's body jumped as his tongue moved upon her lower lips.

Bones continued to pass his tongue over her pussy. As Charlotte squirmed and breathed harder, I got the singular impression that she enjoyed the movements of Bones.

"Did he feel like this?" asked Bones. He probed his pointy tongue inside her.

"No..." said Charlotte breathily, "His tongue was fatter."

"Not unexpected," said Bones. Bones had the pointiest tongues I ever saw.

"Wadshot," said Bones "Would you mind probing your tongue into Miss Charlotte, so she can compare your tongue against the man who licked her earlier?"

"Certainly," I said. I was always happy to help Bones out in any way I could on a case.

"Is this really necessary?" said Jacobson, breaking his silence.

"Yes, said Bones, matter-of-factly. He stood up and walked over to her right side near her breasts. "I have determined much already, but there is more to learn."

I noticed her tits did not sag to the side but stood up proudly like little hills. The joys of youth! I moved in between her legs.

Bones peered curiously at her tits and moved his head downward and examined them from different angles without touching them.

I stuck my tongue out and licked upon Charlotte's pussy. When Charlotte jolted to the sudden touch of my tongue, Bones spoke.

"Feel the tongue touching you, Charlotte. Does it feel like the tongue that touched you earlier? As it probes inside you, does it feel fatter or thinner than the one that was inserted into you? Is it warmer? What about technique? What movements are the same from what your attacker did and what I did and what Dr. Wadshot is doing? Does your clit feel hot?

Charlotte trembled as I lavished her. Bones briefly stopped from his questioning. She breathed hard. I think I had her almost to cumming.

"Did he suck on your clit?" investigated Bones.

"Yessssss," Charlotte said breathily.

Bones nodded to me and Charlotte thrusted her hips upward in anticipation. I went down and sucked on her little nub. She instantly moaned as I pulled on her clit with my lips and ran my tongue over it.

"Ohhhh!" Charlotte cried out and collapsed in hard breaths.

I licked up her extra juices that were on my face after her orgasm.

"So Charlotte," said Bones calmly. "How does Dr. Wadshot compare?"

"Dr ... Dr ... Dr. Wadshot's tongue feels about the same size," said Charlotte, out of breath and a little unfocused. "But the good Doctor is much more skilled at ... at ... this."