Velma Dinkley

After driving all day, the gang decided to stop for the night at an old highway rest area. It didnt consist of much. There was a small two pump gas station, a little run down motel, and an old fashoined greesy spoon diner.

Fred proceeded to gas up the van and do a quick check on the tires and oil level. Velma and Daphne went to secure them a couple of rooms . After all that was squared away, the group dispersed for the night. To no one's surprise, Shaggy and Scooby headed straight for the diner. Fred and Daphne said they were beat and where going to call it a night. Velma mentioned that she would take some time to sit in the quiet of the van and go over some of her notes.

To her credit, she did do this for about 10 minutes before packing up her notes and heading to her room. The room itself wasn't anything special. Two beds with a desk in between them, a little dresser with a crappy old TV sitting on it that probably got about four channels, and a bathroom of questionable hygiene.

After quietly setting down her few bags, she quickly changed into her night clothes, which only consisted of an old t-shirt and a pair of shorts. She then settled into bed to enjoy the show.

She thought it was cute that Fred and Daphne still got rooms that had two beds. Velma assumed they were trying to keep things from getting complicated, but even Shaggy had figured out what they were up to. It didn't bother anyone, so no one said anything. Velma was happy for her two old friends. It did however make her a little jealous. Especially on nights like this when the receptionist had booked their rooms right next to each other. In Velma's experience, many of these old roadside motels had notoriously thin walls.

"Oh shit Daphne, your mouth feels so good on my cock!" came Fred's breathy voice through the wall.

The only response to this was a loud gurgling and gagging sound.

This sound joined Fred's moans for a few more minutes before the sound of a shifting bed could be heard.

Suddenly Daphne's voice exclaimed in a near shriek, "Oh my God Fred, your cock fills me up so good."

There was no slow build up with these two. The next moment the sound of a head board lightly smacking against the wall could be heard along with Daphne's increasingly **** moans.

"That's it Fred, fuck me! Fuck me harder.!"

Although hearing this did make a part of Velma jealous, it made the more practical part of her incredibly horny. By this time she had slid a hand under her shorts and was rapidly teasing her clit with her index finger. Her other hand had slid under her shirt and was gently massaging her breasts and pinching her nipple.

She spent the next several minutes listening to her friends fuck through the motel wall, and working herself up. She had done this enough times to have their rhythm fairly mapped out. Their sex, though intense, was pretty predictable. It kind of had to be since most of their alone time was spent in places like this. As she neared her climax, she heard Daphne yell, "You're gonna make me cum Freedy! Im gonna cum all over your cock!"

Velma could visulaize Daphne gripping the sheets, her small but perky tits and flat tummy glistening with sweat as Fred shoved his cock in and out of her. Her whole body shaking as an orgasm rocked through her. Her words devolving into shaking screams as her legs shook and she raised her perfect ass off the bed to better meet more of Fred's thrust.

Velma saw all this in her head as her own orgasm neared. 'Now it's your turn, big boy,' she thought to herself.

And as if on cue, she heard Fred declare "Oh yes Daph, you squeeze my cock so good. I'm gonna cum."

"Yes Freddy, cum for me!" She heard Daphne respond, between pants, "Right here. Shoot it right here, all over my tits."

Once again, Velma could visualize Daphne squeezing her tits together and looking up at Fred longingly. Fred would give her pussy a few more thrust before pulling out and jacking his large cock furiously.

Velma had timed it perfectly. Right as Fred began to moan, her own orgasm hit. She felt her pussy clamp down on her finger as she shoved it deep inside of herself. She gripped her own tit tightly and desperately squeezed the nipple as her body writhed in pleasure. She clenched her teeth to stop from making a sound. Her friends where expecting privacy, and didnt want to ruin that.

As she rode the waves of her orgasm, she pictured Freds cock firing multiple blast of thick, hot cum all over Daphne's beckoning tits and stomach. "That's so good Fred," she heard Daphne say in a satisfied tone. "Such a good boy. So warm on my titties." Then her voice took on a more mischievous tone, "Now just look at the mess you made."

As Velma's orgasm subsided, she heard Fred collapse on the bed, breathing heavily. She gave them a few more minutes to whisper sweet nothings to each other and for Fred to get Daph a towel, before getting up, loudly opening and shutting the door and turning the tv on, giving them the idea thst she was just getting into the room.

With the tv going, she couldn't really hear them anymore, but that was fine. She wanted them to enjoy the afterglow. There was still a slight problem. Despite that good cum, she was still horny.

As she lay in bed, running light circles around her clit with one hand and teasing her nipple with the other, a thought occurred to her. 'I need to get laid'.

This thought was interrupted by the sound of the door unlocking. She quickly pulled the covers over her as Shaggy entered the room.

"Like, goodnight Scoob," he called behind him. Scooby usually slept in the van.

As he walked in he looked at Velma and grinned. "Oh you shoulda seen it man, Scoob and me shut that diner down. The owner practically begged us to leave." He walked past her bed and into the bathroom, giggling to himself.

As the door shut behind him, Velma continued to play with herself. 'Shaggy's not a bad looking guy,' she thought, sliding a finger past her slit. 'A little rough around the edges maybe, but rough had its charm'

As she bit her lip and moaned quietly, she thought how tall and skinny guys tended to have decently sized cocks.

As she pondered this, Shaggy came out of the bathroom. "Well Velma," he said before yawning, "I think its time I slept off that meal"

Before Velma could suggest a better use of his time, Shaggy let out a loud, gurgling burp that immediately had the room smelling like french fries.

'And...never mind,' thought Velma as her mood was immediately ruined. As shaggy crawled into bed, she wondered what she had been thinking. She realised immediately that it was because she had been in that van too long. Hearing her friends fuck every few nights wasn't helping either.

It didn't take long for Shaggy to drift off to sleep. And so, after resigning herself to another frustrating evening, she decided to distract herself with work. She turned off the tv, took out her notes, and consulted the list of possible mysteries. Although Fred styled himself as their leader, he usually left the final say of where they investigated up to her. It actually meant a lot to her that he trusted her judgment so much.

Now there was just the question of where exactly they should go. As she settled deeper into bed, reading her notes by the light of the motels cheap desk lamp, she began her old nervous tick of biting the end of her pen. As she listened to Shaggy's quiet snores and the slightly louder gurgling of his stomach, she found herself not quite sure which of these so-called mysteries they should look into.