The Luckiest Man Dead: What price would you pay for the best year of your life?

By Cash Morgan

Private eye Cash Morgan is hired to investigate the death of Roddy Crane, a university student, at the end of his first year, living with three beautiful women. His death has been ruled as suicide by the police but his ex-girlfriend, Janey, is adamant that Roddy would never have committed suicide, his life was far too good. As Cash investigates the incredible last year of Roddy’s life, he discovers that there are any number of people who had good reason to kill Roddy, from jealous boyfriends to angry fathers to spurned lovers. As he works his way through the suspects, drawing ever closer to the real killer, Cash himself embarks on a romance with one of Roddy’s lecturers, Liz Tarry. But Cash has a history of screwing up relationships, and to make matters worse, Liz has a secret that she’s keeping from Cash, a secret that will land her onto Cash’s list of suspects.

• Language: English
• Publisher: House of Erotica
• Release date: Jun 5, 2014
• ISBN: 9781783330584

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1988.

Chapter 1

The girl let herself in. I hadn’t heard her knock and it was one of those times when I was between secretaries.

When it comes to choosing secretaries I always end up going with the prettiest candidate, can’t help it, and from there it all gets kind of inevitable and winds up with me down one secretary and up one slapped face. Still, secretaries are easy to replace, if wives were more like that I might still be married. But I digress...

‘Girl’ was the right word, she couldn’t have been more than twenty and I’d have given odds on nineteen. She had a pretty face; blue eyes, button nose with a few stray freckles, strawberry blonde hair down just past her shoulders, and a naturally down-turned mouth that was currently chewing gum. If that was a good start then things only got better on the way down; she wore a pink halter top that was doing its best to keep hold of a pair of large breasts that jounced as she moved, no evidence of a bra. From out the bottom of a short denim skirt a pair of long, slim legs scissored, the lower half of them sheathed in calf high boots, and when she turned to close the door she revealed the proudest, pertest ass that denim ever hugged.

Mr Morgan? she enquired between chews.

I nodded assent. That’s my name by the way; Cash Morgan, not what I was christened but I’m not convinced that christening really took. Can I help you?

I hope so. She took a seat on the far side of my desk, crossing those long legs and showing off yet more smooth, inviting thigh. Do you look into murders?

Used to, I shrugged. Nowadays I’m more in the missing puppy, cheating spouse line. Try the police, they’re new but they’re good.

She rolled her pretty blues sarcastically. Thanks, I never would have thought of that.

For the first time I began to wonder if the girl was not as dumb as she looked, for a private investigator I’m pretty slow on the uptake but I get there in the end.

She went on. The police investigated already, they decided it was suicide.

You don’t agree?

Roddy Crane was many things, but not suicidal.

The name rang a bell; I keep up with what the police are doing, more from force of habit than necessity these days.

Weed killer and beer?

The look on her face confirmed that I had picked the right man.

Roddy loved his life. There’s no way he would kill himself, he was... He was the luckiest guy alive. She spat the words in a way that told a story all of its own.

What was your relationship to Mr Crane, Miss...?

Cutter. Janey Cutter.

Miss Cutter...

Call me Janey.

I decided to stick with ‘Miss Cutter’ to try and keep it professional, her blue eyes were already in my head and it was getting harder not to stare at those legs. What was your relationship with the deceased Miss Cutter?

Please don’t call him that. Suddenly she looked like she might cry.

I’m sorry.

She blinked the moment back. I just... I can’t think of him like that yet. Roddy and me were together for two years. We were going to be together forever before all the shit happened. And despite everything I can’t help caring about what happened to him. I feel like I’m the only one who does. Certainly none of the bitches do!

This story was clearly getting ahead of itself.

Let’s take it one thing at a time. Tell me the whole thing from the start.

I don’t really know where it starts in relation to the... to the murder.

Then go back as far you like, or as far you think might be relevant. I didn’t have any other plans for today besides getting drunk, and I guess that can wait. That got a smile out of her. You and Mr Crane were together for two years? Start with that.

She took a deep breath, making her cleavage rise and fall magnificently, and began, slower, calmer now. We were at school together. I always had kind of a crush on him even though he wasn’t the best looking boy in class. There was just something about him. I don’t know if he felt the same about me. I think he used to look at me in gym but that could just have been wishful thinking, or he might have just liked staring at any girl in gym kit. We got together at a friend’s sixteenth and it was like... you know; ‘meant to be’.

She said it sarcastically but clearly believed every word.

We were soul mates, she went on. I was his first. I let him think he was mine but I’d lost my virginity a month before we hooked up. On my sixteenth actually. I just decided I didn’t want it anymore and... well; I’m a pretty girl.

There was little sense in false modesty when you looked as good as Janey Cutter.

I’d always wanted it to be with Roddy, and if I’d known we were gonna hook up then I’d have waited but... one of those things, can’t change it now. And Roddy was the first that mattered.

Who was the first? I asked.

Doesn’t matter. She dismissed the question with a wave of her hand. "He doesn’t figure. Just a convenient dick. Just a fuck. Me and Roddy; that was sex. We made love. I don’t have a wide sphere of comparison, but I always thought Roddy was a fantastic lover. We were both highly sexed people right from the start, every opportunity we got. Hell, I used to jerk him off in class, under the table, if we could get away with it."

Is all this strictly relevant? I’m no prude but a girl less than half my age, and one who looks like Janey, talking frankly about sex is enough to make me uncomfortable.

Am I making you blush? The little minx grinned a grin that ought to have been illegal, clearly proud that she had got under an older man’s skin.

No, I replied. I just think we should stick to the point.

Yeah, it’s relevant, Janey replied, Sex is a pretty big plot point in what happened and I’d be really surprised if it didn’t turn out to be what killed Roddy.

What a way to go.

She glared at my joke. I don’t think that’s very funny Mr Morgan.

Sorry. You’re around death that much, you get numb to it.

She acknowledged this and went on as before. The point to grasp is; for two years me and Roddy were together and had sex a lot. A whole lot. I’m pretty demanding and Roddy was always good to go. It was like a point of pride; neither of us wanted to be the one to say they couldn’t go another. We were happy together Mr Morgan, and not just because the sex was awesome and in two years never got boring, but because we were in love.

I believe you. She seemed to be trying to convince me.

Then of course college ended. I had a job I liked and no intention of leaving it, but Roddy wanted to go on to uni, he was smart, he had the grades. He said he’d stay for me but I didn’t want to deny him something like that, I told him he had to go. I insisted. We were a strong couple, I knew we’d get through three years on occasional visits and still be together at the end of it. The only problem was sex.

For you or for Roddy? I asked.

I guess the problem would have come up for both of us. Like I said; highly sexed. Two years of doing it several times a week, you can’t go cold turkey just like that. Least I didn’t think so. So I told Roddy that if he needed it, he should go get it. I never had to know.

What happens at uni stays at uni.

She nodded. Exactly. He wasn’t keen. He said he didn’t want to be with anyone else and that he could wait, he’d come home at weekends and all that. I said bullshit, you love sex, you’re not going to be able to come home every weekend and going a fortnight without isn’t going to happen. He said he’d manage. I said, I don’t want to be worrying, this way I won’t worry, you have my permission, just don’t tell me about it, ring me every other day, and in three years we get married with a clean slate and no guilt.

That’s pretty big of you. I was privately wishing that any of my ex-wives had been so reasonable.

Well, he still said no way, Janey went on, but I’d given him permission and to me, that was an end of it. He went off to uni.

No phone calls every other day? I was way ahead of this story.

No phone calls at all. She stopped to remove her gum and stick it in my ash tray. I got an email the day he arrived to tell me he was there and had met his housemates (they’d stuck him in a shared house) and that he’d call tomorrow. He didn’t. I figured he was busy with new people, it hurt but I thought; best get used to it. Three days pass, so I call him; I got a few minutes but he was busy. And that was the pattern; no effort from him at all and when I called I either got one of his housemates telling me he’s out, or he would give me the brush off after five minutes. Worst of all when I asked him about coming home he just gave me some excuse or other.

So you decided to visit him.

Janey’s face puckered into an adorable frown. How did you know?

I’ve had some experience in this area.

Janey didn’t look happy as she continued with her story. I thought I’d surprise him. It was about a month after he left, I don’t know if you remember but last year we got a real Indian summer in early October; gorgeous weather, everyone in shorts and out sunbathing. I thought; screw it, I’ll go see him. I took the train, got a taxi to his address and rang the doorbell. Nothing. Then I heard voices and laughter. There was an alley that led down one side of the house to a gate and the back garden. All out in the sun I figured. So I went along and peered through the gate; and there’s Roddy at a barbeque with his back to me. I can’t tell you how it felt to see him again. Like I said; Roddy wasn’t the best looking boy in my school, he was always skinny, I guess he had a little overbite (not much, not like a horse-face) and he was kinda pale, and maybe a bit dopey looking. But I loved him. I still do.

She drew a deep breath before continuing.

"Anyway, he’s there at the barbeque wearing a pair of shorts and an apron and his housemates are all around him, all in bikinis. He’d told me they were all girls, but hadn’t gone into detail, and I couldn’t help just waiting at the gate a moment to check them out. Behind and to the left of Roddy there was a dark haired one on a beach towel, she looked like a fifties movie star; huge tits, creamy skin. Not fat, just curvy. Gorgeous if I’m honest. Not far in front of me another one was sitting on a recliner, she was much plainer, not ugly but nothing to write home about. Plus she was a tubbo, I guess you couldn’t call her fat exactly, more plump, but... actually, fuck it; I’m calling the bitch fat.

"But it was the third one that bugged me, she was up at the barbie with Roddy, and she was beautiful. Blonde of course, slim, nice tan, long legs, smallish tits but you know what they say, more than a handful’s a waste. Great ass too, and Roddy has serious ass thing, I couldn’t keep him out of mine (not that I tried much). But yeah; the beautiful bitch bothered me.

"And then it got worse, I was about to go in and say hi when beautiful bitch sidles up behind Roddy and presses her little tits up against him. I can see Roddy smile as he turns his head a bit for a quick kiss. Of course all I can think is that I gave him permission to do this. Then the girl reaches around and slips her hand down the front of Roddy’s shorts.

Hmmm," she purrs, and I can see her arm moving as she starts working his dick. Really going for it too. Roddy’s got a dopey grin on his face and his breath’s coming in short gasps.

Your sausage is burning," the girl laughs, and Roddy fumbles to turn one of the sausages on the grill. While he’s doing that, the girl takes her hand out of his shorts and walks a few feet away, slipping her thumbs into the waistband of her bikini pants as she goes. Roddy’s trying to flip burgers while staring after her with his eyes like saucers and his mouth open. As he watches, and as I grit my teeth, beautiful bitch slips the bikini bottoms straight down her legs, graceful as you like, and kicks them off. Then she bends over. And I mean bends over; feet apart, legs straight, palms flat on the ground, like a fucking yoga position!

"By this time Roddy’s already shed the apron and is struggling to get his shorts off, almost tripping himself up as he goes. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath and all I can look at right now is his penis. It looked fabulous; rock hard and as huge as I’d ever seen it. Roddy wasn’t one of those twelve inch freaks of nature, but he was big enough, a nice size for a girl; not painful but you fucking feel it. And it was a work of art when it was hard, like the shaft was carved out of marble with a big ripe plum stuck on the end. It was good to see it, but to see it hard for someone else, waggling up and down in urgent excitement? That cut like a knife.

"I manage to tear my eyes away from my boyfriend (ex-boyfriend? I didn’t even know right then!) to look at the other two girls. And it’s weird cos they’re barely reacting; the fat one was smiling a bit and the busty one just took over at the barbeque to make sure the meat didn’t burn!

"Meanwhile Roddy is running his trembling hands over beautiful bitch’s ass and his cock is bouncing up and down like an over-excited dog. Beautiful bitch wiggles her hips and that’s all the encouragement Roddy needs.

Oh Roddy!"

"The girl’s head had been hanging forwards with her blonde hair brushing the ground, but she lifts it as she speaks so I can see the look on her face, and I know what she’s feeling, the feeling of being broached by Roddy. Roddy himself has got a look on his face like the cat who’s got the cream and can’t quite believe it. A great dopey, open-mouthed grin plastered across his face as he starts to pump into beautiful bitch, hard and fast. I can hear his hips cracking against her tight little bum, I can hear Roddy’s gasps as her pussy squeezes his cock, and I can hear her start to give little cries each time he rams into her.

Oh... Uh... Yeah... Ooh...," getting louder as Roddy takes a firm grip on her hips and begins to go for broke, so her arms bend with each thrust and she’s struggling to keep her feet flat on the ground.

"I should say at this point; this is not a secret, secluded garden. This is just the garden of an ordinary semi-detached town house, overlooked by other houses. There’s a high fence, so if you were in the next garden you wouldn’t see anything, but believe me, you’d hear it, cos beautiful bitch is loving every moment. Her head is strained up, mouth hung open, body shaking (she must be limber as fuck!), and her cries are now more guttural, coming from the back of her throat.

Guh... Gah... Url..."

"As for Roddy, he looks like a child watching Finding Nemo! Eyes wide, mouth wider but still somehow beaming. His expression would have been funny if he wasn’t my boyfriend.

"Then beautiful bitch’s head drops back down and she starts churning her ass for all she’s worth as Roddy clings on and hammers away, and I can tell she’s reaching her climax.

Hi!... Hi!.. Hi!... Hi!... Ahhhhh!"

"She sagged at the knees, letting Roddy (still gurning like a muppet) take her weight. He drew her limp body upright and she twisted her head around to him, sticking out a tongue that he eagerly took into his mouth in a sloppy kiss. Gently she eased onto her toes, allowing Roddy to slip out of her.

"I have to say, that surprised me. When we were together, Roddy had great stamina in that he could spunk then get another hard-on almost instantly, and off we’d go again (he damn near had a reset button), but he wasn’t the type who could go for ages without coming. But when he pulled out now he was still sporting a straining erection, wet with beautiful bitch’s juices. She gave it a playful rub and let Roddy lick her hand. I thought for a minute she was going to finish him in her mouth, what actually happened surprised the hell out of me. Roddy walked across to where fat bitch sat, his cock bouncing healthily in front him, and grinned at her.

"All I could think was ‘No, not her. The cute blonde yes. I gave him permission, however much it hurt, I gave him permission. But the fat one? No way. Roddy’s got taste, he’s not just a pussy hound banging any hole that’s available.’

"That thought lasted until fat bitch leaned forward and took Roddy’s plump prick into her mouth. Roddy’s dumb luck smile returned as he let his head fall backwards.

Oh, hoh, hoh, hoh!" he chuckled in pleasure, her mouth was apparently doing very agreeable things to him. But fat bitch had other plans; after only a minute’s sucking she withdrew, giving the bulbous head a final lick and got up off the recliner.

Lie down Roddy."

Far from being disappointed by the curtailing of his blowjob, Roddy was grinning with childish excitement as he took her place on the recliner and watched wide-eyed as fat bitch took off her bikini pants, revealing a Brazilian trimmed pussy surmounting a full, fat cunt. Roddy’s eyes were gleamingly fixed on that cunt as fat bitch climbed astride, grabbed his twitching member and guided it home. Her head fell back as she sunk onto Roddy’s straining stiffness, her cunt gulping the thing down in one swallow.

Oh Roddy," she gurgled the words at the back of her throat.

Aaaahhh, Roddy sighed in pleasure, adding, Oh yes," as fat bitch began to bounce. She was not one for the slow build, more nought to sixty in two seconds flat. Roddy caught hold of her wobbling buttocks, gasping for breath as she hammered furiously up and down on him, her fleshy cheeks slapping loudly on Roddy’s narrow thighs.

"Like I said, anyone in the next garden would have heard beautiful bitch, anyone in the next street would have heard this one. She howled, yelped and squealed like a stuck pig while Roddy hung on for dear life.

"I just couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I mean, on the one hand, I wouldn’t want to think Roddy was shallow, so why not hook up with a fat girl? On the other hand I’d like to think that if he was looking for a substitute for me he’d pick someone fit. If he was screwing both girls he was clearly not serious about either, which was good. But then again it felt like he’d waited for me to be out of the way and then just plunged into all the pussy he could stick his dick in.

If volume was anything to go by fat bitch was already approaching her climax, she couldn’t have screamed much louder. Roddy slapped her chubby arse as she rode him, crying out as he did so. Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Fuck me Roddy! Fuck me! Fuck, fuck, fuck meee!" the girl screamed out her orgasm and fell forwards on Roddy, gasping like a steam train. They kissed, Roddy relishing her mouth as much as her cunt. She wiggled her hips no doubt still enjoying the aftershocks of her come.

Don’t be greedy, beautiful bitch laughed, watching from where she sat on the grass.

Fat bitch pouted, gave Roddy a farewell kiss and dismounted. As she did so she revealed Roddy’s cock, still pointing skywards, the veins standing proud along its surface. He stroked his hand along its slick length with pride.

"What happened next was pretty inevitable and perhaps I should have left, but I couldn’t tear myself away. I watched Roddy get up and walk across to busty bitch at the barbeque, still stroking his cock as he went. She seemed to be playing hard to get, keeping her back to him, but as he approached I could see her twitching her full hips invitingly. She turned her head to kiss Roddy as he came up behind her, and Roddy pushed his throbbing boner between her soft, creamy thighs.

Uhhhohhh, Roddy groaned as busty bitch squeezed her thighs together, massaging his burning meat between them. Ehhhahh." She had reached down a hand in front and was clearly doing something to the head of his cock where it poked through.

"Now beautiful bitch stepped in to take care of the barbeque as busty bitch released Roddy from her thighs and led him to the blanket on the ground. Roddy had got his dopey, ‘too good to be true’, grin back and it broadened as girl number three knelt on all fours and stuck out the full curves of her womanly backside. Roddy practically fell to his knees behind her in his clumsy eagerness, bumping a soft arse cheek with his furiously hard prick. With shaking hands he yanked the bikini fabric to one side so it snapped across one plump bum cheek, then paused to gaze in wide-eyed wonder at the view before him. But busty bitch was too aroused to wait, she gave her arse an urgent wiggle, setting the cheeks jouncing erotically. Roddy instantly grabbed his excited cock, forced the head down and sank into his third pussy of the afternoon. The strain was beginning to tell in his face, flushed red, and in his voice.

Ohhhh," as much relief as pleasure.

"Busty bitch was less vocal than her housemates, she made no sound but a smug smile spread across her face and she closed her eyes in silent satisfaction. Roddy meanwhile was trying not to move as he mustered some self-control, breathing deeply and steeling himself for the next bout. Again though, busty bitch did not like to be kept waiting and waggled her rear once more, making Roddy gasp and wince.

Ram it," busty bitch said, in a voice that was not to be disobeyed.

"Roddy was clearly not about to let her down, with a final shake of his head he gritted his teeth and laid into the girl like a man possessed, his hips flattening her buttocks with every vigorous thrust.

Ya, ya, ya! he panted, his teeth bared, face screwed up in effort as he energetically pounded the voluptuous cushions of busty bitch’s arse. She remained silent, simply throwing back her head and letting her mouth drop luxuriantly open as a sign of how much she enjoyed the luscious fucking she was receiving. While no sound came from her mouth, the slapping of Roddy’s hips against her backside was loud enough to let any passers-by know what was going down, especially when combined with Roddy’s rhythmic wheezing. His hands squeezed and released handfuls of hip flesh in time with his thrusts, but even here busty bitch knew what she wanted.

Grab ‘em," she said, and Roddy immediately leaned along the undulating line of her snow white back to reach beneath and take her huge swinging breasts into his hands. The feel of their weight in his palms seemed to excite him even more, his mouth forming a wide ‘O’ as his forward thrusts were matched by rough backward ones from his demanding lover.

More."

"Roddy responded instantly, digging his fingers into the lush orbs, twisting the nipples and punishing the flesh.

"The fact that Roddy had immediately recognised the girl’s commands spoke volumes to me. I don’t know why I kept watching, but I couldn’t look away as Roddy threw all of his weight into it, pounding