Jinkies

Story by Mr. Dinkley

Despite this being a new account I have lurked about here for a while now. I have been working on a fan fiction for a while now, and I thought it was time to share. Please be kind. Some of these chapters will have very little sex, while some chapters will be nothing but sex. Please note that some chapters will have watersports, but when a chapter does have that I make sure that it is either skip-able or I will provide an alternate edited chapter. I'm very interested in any feedback. I will be spacing out chapters by a few days to allow me to keep ahead. Thank you, and I hope you enjoy.

Velma pushed her key into the deadbolt, and turned it to unlock her front door. Turning the handle of the old oak door, she threw her shoulder into the door to open it because it stuck when it rained. Velma was not a weak woman, and the door opened up to let her into her home. She walked into the front room, and took a moment to inhale deeply, taking in the smells of home. The smell of books, potpourri, and desiccant fill her nose before she closes and locks the door behind her. She remembers that she’ll have to check to see if the desiccant needs to be replaced, she doesn’t want the wet weather to cause her precious books to grow mold. Taking off her long, pink, raincoat, she hangs it up on a coat hook before making her way to the library.

Velma’s Mary Jane’s clicked on the wooden floors as she went through the front room. She stopped by the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine, and a wine glass. Even though she was nineteen, and not legally able to buy alcohol, her parents were generous and supplied her with good vintage wines, they felt if she was going to spend so much time reading, and doing research she should be able to enjoy a good glass of wine while doing it. Velma certainly appreciated the insight of her parents, and their ongoing generosity.

Velma was glad to be home after the long road trip she had taken with her friends, while it was always good to spend time with the gang, solving mysteries, it could be exhausting not having her own bed to sleep in. She sets down her heavy bag on the table, and turned to regard her extensive library, the gang never appreciated the amount of research it took to piece together the clues, and solve the mysteries they encountered with an eerie regularity. She had turned the largest room in her house into a library, and research room. The walls of this room were lined with bookshelves that reached up to the high ceiling. Books of all types filled the shelves, but Velma took a special interest in science, and historical books. Recently her collection of books started overflowing into the other rooms of the house, but that was the fate of any avid book collector. Luckily for Velma, her parents were generous enough to have bought the young woman this lovely house, which already had quite a lot of bookshelf space built into the house. This was her real home and finally she could look through some of the artifacts she had found in some of the more interesting places they had visited, and she could actually relax not being around Shaggy and Fred. The guys were nice, but a girl has to be able to take her bra off and relax.

She reached behind herself, and under her orange sweater to unhook her bra. Immediately a wave of relief washed over her as she let, her large, heavy breasts be free from the constraints of her heavy duty pink bra. With the size of her breasts the bras she had to buy were too often uncomfortable after a long period of time, and with all that time in the van or running from some guy in a costume she really needed this. Her hands moved to her breasts and she massaged them with her fingers trying to help herself relax. She let out a soft “Mmm” noise as she sat back in a comfortable chair. After giving her breasts a final heave, Velma lets go of them to pick up a bottle of wine, and pour herself a generous glass. Her hands smooth her red skirt before she picks up the glass of red wine, and takes a sip.

Velma picked up a remote, and pointed it at her stereo to start some music playing while she worked. The sounds of the music along with the wine helped her to relax. Opening up the bag, Velma starts unpacking the meticulously packaged artifacts she had collected, and sets them on the table. As she carefully sets each piece aside Velma recalls how she got each artifact, thinking about her adventures with the gang makes her smile. Her smile fades though as she unpacks two items she found in a jungle temple in South America. The first piece is a large stone phallus; the whole temple had phallic imagery, which is crafted so carefully it almost looks like a real cock. The thirteen-inch long stone cock was carved so expertly so that every vein stood out, and the head flared out from the foreskin. As her soft hands take the packing paper from the stone cock she remembers how Daphne made fun of her and teased he

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