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Chapter 6 Impound Lot
“It would have been nice if you assholes in Traffic did your job,” I said to absolutely no one except myself as I carefully scrapped flakes of black metallic paint off the driver’s side front fender of Cynthia Rose’s 535i convertible roadster. Arlene had been right. Someone had forced Cynthia off the road.
She’d also pitched the idea of me giving up police work and making some real money. The thought occurred to me that I could afford a car like Cynthia’s if I got my law degree and joined Arlene’s practice. I could kiss my three year old Honda goodbye.
I was at the city’s Impound Lot No. 2 in Mattapan. Normally it’s a busy place but it’s late and everyone has cleared out. Boston is a condensed city with expensive off street parking and inadequate on street parking. Parking regulations are zealously enforced by private tow trucks roaming the streets searching for illegally parked cars. If they can’t find anyone breaking the rules, they pick someone who isn’t and haul their car off to one of the three impound lots. Since the citizen has to pay both an illegal parking fine and the wildly inflated cost of towing, it is akin to grand larceny. Three hundred dollars is the minimum you can get away with.
Every three years, the towing contracts are let setting off a feeding frenzy among those officials trusted with the responsibility for choosing the winners. Bribe money is recycled as tuition payments to Boston College ensuring that the sons and daughters of Boston’s political elite receive an excellent Jesuit education. It is a beautiful system whose survival is assured by the wimpish nature of the citizenry. Long gone are the embattled farmers who stood at Lexington Common and fired the shot heard round the world.
The fact that Traffic had missed the obvious signs that Cynthia Rose’s car had been forced off the road made me wonder what else they might have missed.
“Eureka,” I whispered after I discovered a nearly full bag of weed in the driver’s side door pocket. There were two neatly rolled doobies inside the bag. A whiff of the contents convinced me it was quality stuff probably brought in through our northern border. Our Canadian ally was becoming a world leader in the hydroponics production of marijuana that due to clever cross breeding had a THC content that kicked serious ass. Deciding that the bag of grass had absolutely no bearing on the case, I slipped it in a side pocket of my brief case reserved for spoils of war.
Next, I searched the trunk and made additional discoveries. Apparently Cynthia had been shopping on Boston’s trendy Newbury Street and failed to empty her trunk. There was a brand new Burberry umbrella and scarf still in the store’s shopping bag. A glance at the price tag caused me to shake my head at the sheer extravagance of certain people’s lives. However, since rain was no longer a concern of Ms. Cynthia Rose, I placed the items in the trunk of my Honda. It would make a nice gift for Darlene especially since I would forget to remove the price tag. No doubt she would reward my generosity in the usual way. There was also a short skirt carrying the Prada label. The receipt from the boutique bolstered the argument that I should give up police work and the lowly salary of an honest cop. I pictured Nikki in the skirt swishing her young tail around my place and decided to add the garment to my booty.
Being thorough, I lifted the cover off the spare tire to reveal one of those expensive Halliburton brief cases. Fortunately, it wasn’t locked which was something of a surprise since it contained a large quantity of cocaine and a sizeable number of phials of recreational prescription drugs comprised of the usual ones: Vicodin, Percoset, Zanax, Oxycontin, and several that I wasn’t familiar with. I managed to stay away from drug enforcement in my criminal justice career. There were also a number of unmarked phials, one of which I recognized as Ecstasy, the club drug.
Since I had no personal use for drugs other than grass, I photographed the case and its contents and carefully listed each pharmaceutical. I even counted the pills and tablets to prove to my superiors what a good cop I was. I would turn the drugs over to the Evidence Locker where after the passage of a decent amount of time, they would be turned into hard cash to be distributed among the higher ups.
In pursuit of whatever treasures the Beemer might hold, I searched the vehicle diligently even going to the trouble of removing the back seat. My reward consisted of a twenty dollar bill and slightly over four dollars in pocket change. I decided that several used condoms were of no importance and ignored them. The glove box was empty except for several lipsticks, owner’s manual and the vehicle registration. I was about to give up when I looked under the driver’s seat.
I stared at the new laptop computer trying to decide whether it was evidence or something that could be put to good use by an underpaid public servant. My own laptop was three years old and infected with several pieces of badware inadvertently downloaded from porn sites. I decided to wait to decide until I had a chance to investigate further. If the system had relevant clues as to who killed Cynthia, I would add it. If not, it was mine.
After I carefully repeated my search without finding additional potential evidence or things for myself, I walked back to the office of Captain Franco Zamora, head of the Impound Lot, to report the completion of my task. It was after five and I expected to find Captain Zamora gone for the day but there was Fat Franco seated behind his desk staring at the screen of a security camera. Franco and I had gone to the police academy together which didn’t make us friends but we were on speaking terms. I hadn’t seen him in quite a while and he had put on some weight.
As soon as I entered and before I could open my mouth, he signaled for me to be quiet. Cesar, the mastiff who was always at Frank’s side, ambled over to sniff my crotch. Deciding I was male and thus of no interest, he returned to Frank’s side of the desk. I had heard rumors about Frank and Cesar’s activities but had put them down to idle gossip.
Frank signaled me to come around the desk and view the screen with him. As I came closer, I saw that Frank’s uniform trousers were unzipped and he was stroking Mr. Happy. It was of modest length and uncircumcised but its girth was sufficient to appeal to that portion of the female population who favor thickness.
“Did you ever see anything as pretty as those two? They are absolutely gorgeous,” said Frank not skipping a stroke. He seemed totally enthralled with what he was watching.
Those two turned out to be a sixteen year old male named Darius and his fifteen year old sister, Safia. I had to agree they were appealing, especially in their distressed and vulnerable state. The pair was seated alone in Franco’s outer office discussing his proposition.
Mom and dad had unexpectedly flown to Ohio to comfort a sick relative leaving their teenagers with strict orders to stay home and behave. Typically, they had ignored their parents and driven downtown from their home in the upscale suburb of Newton Centre to a party in Boston. Showing normal teen smarts, instead of driving Darius’ hand me down Toyota, they took Dad’s brand spanking new top of the line Lexus. They managed to leave Daddy’s chariot parked in a no parking zone leading to its relocation to the Mattapan Impound Lot.
The impound charge was $435.72. Only cash or certified check payment accepted. Mom and Dad were due back first thing next morning. Unfortunately, the pair had arrived shortly before five assuming their credit cards were good. It was now half past five and technically, the lot was closed and the Lexus could not be reclaimed until morning.
Franco had listened sympathetically to their tale of woe which was driven by the fact Daddy was a real pisser and the pair was scared to death of the old man. They had whined and begged to no avail; however, Fat Franco being a softie had offered them the following quid pro quo. The Lexus could be driven home free of charge provided the pair agreed to have sex with Franco on an anything goes basis. It was a simple straightforward transaction that even a teen age brain could navigate.
Franco’s stout body and unattractive appearance did not make the decision as easy as one might think. Handsome was an adjective only his mother would apply but he did have something they desperately wanted. Frank had stated his deal right before I arrived and dismissed them to his outer office to make the right decision. Unbeknownst to the teens, camera and microphone were transmitting their discussion to Frank’s desktop. The pair was seated close together on a torn leather couch engaged in serious tête-à-tête.
“We don’t have any choice,” said Safia.
“What do you think Dad will do if he finds out,” asked Darius who I immediately gathered was the weaker of the two?
“For starters, get his belt out and make you wish you were dead. He expects you to protect my virtue. He’s always quoting passages from the Quran about the brother’s responsibility to protect his sister’s honor. But the car isn’t the only problem,” said Safia.
“What else is there?” asked Darius sounding despondent?
“The party, stupid, we went to a party where there was alcohol, drugs, and sex,” said Safia. “And I did things with David and his friends, he could find out about.”
“He doesn’t know that,” said Darius.
“But he will assume there was and he won’t be wrong. He’ll question us separately and figure it all out. He’s a trained interrogator. He’ll make Mom check again to see if I’m a virgin. She said she wouldn’t lie for me the next time. He’ll kill me if he thinks I’ve dishonored the family,” said Safia.
“Daddy is a former Iranian intelligence officer,” whispered Franco. “Those guys will fuck your daughter for laughs but kill their own if she puts out. We ought to ship all the fucking Arabs back to where they came from.”
I didn’t bother to mention that Iranians are Persians not Arabs. We kept watching as Safia argued for accepting Franco’s offer.
“You should have kept your self pure,” said Darius.
“Like you, I know what you and Claude have been doing after school. Dad would go ballistic if he learned about it,” said Safia. “You’re not going to be doing anything with that cop you haven’t done before.”
“Except he’s a lot older and fatter,” said Darius.
“Now, my feelings are hurt,” whispered Franco with a smile.
“If I can do him, you can too,” said Safia. “It’s getting late and we don’t have a choice. I say the two of us go in there and fuck the bastard’s brains out.”
“I suppose we don’t have any other choice,” said Darius sounding defeated.
“Yes,” hissed Franco in triumph as he switched off the monitor and put his cock back in his pants.
“I better be going,” I said placing a copy of my evidence report on his desk.
“Hell no, stay. It’ll be fun. Remember the time, we partied with those hookers,” said Franco recalling an incident when we were rookies in uniform.
“They are sweet,” I said deciding to stay. The girl was slender and attractive with an olive complexion and so was her brother. My cock gave a little twitch at the prospect of sex with the pair of them. If you’re not supposed to fuck under aged children, why did God make them so damn cock hardening?
“You swing both ways too so it shouldn’t be a problem,” said Franco as someone knocked quietly on the door. Obviously, my gender preferences were wider known that I thought.
“Come in,” said Franco in his make nice voice.
They seemed startled to find me there, but Franco didn’t give them a chance to ask about me.
“So what did you kids decide? Remember, there’s no pressure here. If you don’t feel like partying just show up tomorrow with the cash and the car is all yours,” said Franco.
“No, we need it now,” said Darius.
“So you kids want a Sam Adams,” asked Franco trying not to gloat while opening a small refrigerator behind his desk? “I got wine and soda too.”
“Beer for me,” said Safia looking my way.
Franco retrieved four bottles of Miller Lite and set them on his desk. “Beer, Simon?”
“Sure,” I said taking the bottle and opening it.
Franco was enjoying the hell out of himself. “Darius and Safia let me introduce one of Boston’s finest, Lt. Simon Westbrook of our Special Crimes Unit.”
“Hello, Darius,” I said taking his hand. “I understand you’re into boys your age. Well, so am I.”
“Nice meeting you,” said Darius attempting to process what was going down. He looked a little scared and worried.
“Are you going to stay, Officer Westbrook,” asked Safia when I took her hand.
“Yes, Captain Zamora has graciously asked me to assist him this evening,” I said. “Call me Simon. Lt. Westbrook is too formal for someone whose cock you will be sucking.” I’m enough of a bastard to enjoy her expression after I made my remark.
“Let’s get naked,” said Franco unbuttoning his shirt.
I stood up and took off my tie. I decided it was Franco’s play and he deserved to call the shots. The neat moment came when Darius and Safia got a look at my cock and got all wide eyed. Safia got that worried look inexperienced girl’s get when they’re faced with putting something that large in their very small hole.
***
“Have you ever watched your sister being fucked,” I asked Darius? “I have and it’s sweet, especially if you get to fuck her too.”
We were seated on the couch sharing a joint. My arm was around the boy in a fatherly fashion and we were getting acquainted by jacking each other off. Franco demonstrated his Boy Scout upbringing by taking a couple of large mats out of a closet and spreading them on his office floor. It also signaled that Darius and Safia weren’t the first ones to take their vehicle without the exchange of cash.
In addition to the beer, Franco set out a small box of tightly rolled joints, one of which I lighted and passed to Darius. People leave all kinds of things in their cars. While the three of us were getting high, Franco expertly arranged cocaine into narrow lines on the glass top of his desk. He chopped the white powder with a razor blade like one of those chefs you see on television prepping vegetables.
My drug consumption is limited to alcohol and marijuana so I demurred when he offered me the glass straw and so did Darius. However, Safia proved eager to participate.
“I’ve never done coke before. Will you show me how,” said Safia betraying her innocence and readiness to lose it.
Franco proved a willing instructor and Safia an eager pupil. Cocaine is one of the quickest acting drugs and within seconds Safia had that wide eyed anything goes look that girls acquire after inhaling a couple of lines. I’d seen it before at parties and night clubs in downtown Boston. Girls who in the cold light of day consider themselves chaste undergo a change of attitude under the influence of coke. They wind up seated on a commode in the men’s room sucking cock until they pass out.
“Why don’t you two guys sit over there and get acquainted while Safia and I get things started,” said Franco gesturing toward a near by couch. Obviously, he felt the first piece of Safia’s ass belonged to him.
So there we were, man and boy, enjoying the preliminaries of homosexual sex as we watched Franco slurp and lick Safia’s sex. He was a noisy wet pussy eater who kept first one then two fingers in Safia’s anus as he rooted around in her vulva reminding me of one of those trained pigs, the French use to locate truffles in the forest. I twice backpacked through Europe in my college days.
I felt it was an appropriate time for a father and son talk in which I would impart some of my accumulated wisdom on the topic of sister fucking.
“I’ve actually never seen her naked before,” said Darius relaxing from the effects of the weed.
“Well, after tonight, you should be able to fuck her anytime you want,” I said. “All you have to do is remind her of what happened here then tell her to lie down and spread your legs.”
“Really? I want her to suck my cock,” asked Darius taken with the idea.
“That won’t be a problem, but I’m sucking you first,” I said bending over to engulf his smooth dark boy cock. I couldn’t resist taking him in my mouth. I wanted the sensation of feeling his erection grow on my tongue.
“You mean I’m going to get to fuck her tonight,” asked Darius raising his hips slightly to express his eagerness for my mouth.
“Yes, you’re going to fuck her in the mouth, pussy, and ass. And she’s going to love it,” I said looking up. “Have you ever had sex with another man?”
“Yes, I’ve been doing things with this buddy of mine, Claude. We go to school together,” said Darius.
“What kind of things,” I asked between licks of his balls. “Scoot down. I want to rim your asshole.”
“Jacking each other off mostly, we suck each other’s cock. I haven’t done anal,” said Darius complying with my request even raising his legs so I had a clear shot. But at that moment, something else drew our attention.
“Oh God, you’re so big,” moaned Safia as Franco pushed his fat dick in her tiny hole.
“Shit honey, wait until Simon opens your up with that cock of his,” said Franco starting his rhythm.
“Is he going to fuck me too,” asked Safia glancing at my now erect manhood?
“Of course, we’re all going to fuck you, even your brother,” said Franco.
“Not my brother,” said Safia looking shocked.
“That isn’t your decision. The three of us are going to fuck you and you’re going to love it. You’re going to leave here a brother fucking little whore,” said Franco pounding away inside her tight fifteen year old pussy.
Franco wasn’t being easy on her physically or emotionally. He was slamming in hard and working her tiny boobs with his mouth stretching her nipples out with his teeth. His terms of endearment consisted mainly of cock sucking whore, pig slut, and filthy cunt.
Safia signaled she had reconciled herself to her fate by raising her legs and wrapping them around Franco’s hairy butt. She adopted his timing, pulling him into her each time he thrust forward.
“Your sister’s a natural whore,” I quietly informed Darius after observing how Safia reacted to being screwed by a brutal pudgy cop twice her age who didn’t in any way resemble Brad Pitt. I could have added, “And you’re a natural bisexual, possibly a full fledged queer by the time you’re thirty,” but I didn’t want to upset the boy. He’d figure that out on his own.
“Why do you say that,” asked Darius so intent on enjoying my blowjob he didn’t open his eyes?
“She’s double humping a man twice her age and getting off on it. She’s achieved an orgasmic plateau which is rare for a girl her age,” I said.
“My Dad was right. He told me that she was a weak woman who would not resist other men. She will disgrace our family,” said Darius proving to be a chip off the old block.
“Come in my mouth,” I said picking up the pace as I traced the pad of my index finger across his prostate. Seconds late, I exulted in the warm salty liquid covering my tongue. I held it in my mouth for a few seconds luxuriating in the taste and feel. Then I placed my mouth on Darius’ and shared my treasure.
Behind me, Franco announced he was getting his nut by yelling in a loud voice a long list of filthy names he felt were applicable to Safia. Getting into the spirit of the moment, she replied in kind demanding that the filthy motherfucker fuck the shit out of her. The innocence and joy of first love can be very emotionally satisfying.
***
“You’re up, Darius,” said Franco getting to his feet. “I saved you a piece of cream pie.”
Safia lay there fingering her clit as a narrow stream of semen slowly dribbled out of her vagina. My cock stiffened at the sight of her well fucked vagina giving up its treasure.
Cream pie,” questioned Darius?
“Safia, get on top so you two kids can sixty nine,” said Franco as he took a seat beside me. “You get to eat her gooey snatch from the bottom. Come runs downhill.”
The fact he sat so close our legs were touching signaled Safia probably wouldn’t be the only one having sex with Franco.
“Kids today aren’t that smart when it comes to sex. Boy didn’t know what a cream pie is,” whispered Franco as he placed his hand on my cock and began a slow stroking. Being a brother officer I returned the favor placing my fist around his slime coated manhood.
“He seems to be getting the hang of it,” I said. Darius’s mouth was glued to his sister’s opening extracting girl juice and semen, one of the two best cocktails ever mixed. Safia was competently sucking his cock, something she probably mastered in middle school
“I’m getting hard already, better living through chemistry,” said Franco.
He was right. His fat stubby pecker was solid as granite. I took a stab at naming the reason. “You take some kind of ED drug?”
“Yes, Francesca got this doctor to prescribe it. Keeps you in the batter’s box for as long as you want to stay, and, get this, you don’t run out of juice. My next load will be just as big and thick as my first, maybe more. Are you using any kind of male enhancement drug?”
“No,” I said.
“You better get with the program, Officer Westbrook. Cunts today expect a guy to fuck them till they wear the skin off their dick. These feminine bitches want at least two full blasts, maybe three. Frannie says she sleeps better when she’s got spunk in all three orifices.”
I did have an issue earlier in the week when Darlene and Nikki wanted me to do them both. Fortunately, Winston arrived to help me out. “Maybe I should consider it. I’m living with two women and they both expect to be serviced. What are you taking?”
“Frannie knows. I’ll get her to email you the name. And she’ll send you the Web address of the doctor who’ll prescribe it without you having to go there. He does everything through the Internet. He’s a little pricey but he’s worth it,” said Franco.
Three feet away on the mats, Darius had his sister bent double and was pounding away. Her loud grunts indicated she’d gotten over any guilt associated with incest.
“You like to kiss,” asked Franco turning his head toward me and licking his lips?
“Sure,” I said placing my mouth on his for a round of porn kissing.
After a short make out session, I found myself kneeling on the floor between his legs sucking his prick. Behind me, Darius was trying out various positions with Safia. I did not doubt that Daddy Franco had broken down a certain barrier and that in the future the two of them would be fucking like rabbits until they found someone more interesting to screw.
For reasons unknown, Franco decided to continue our earlier conversation. “There are side effects to the ED pill.”
Diarrhea, loss of eyesight, irregular heartbeat, etc, came to mind. “Are you experiencing one of them?”
“Dreams, actually nightmares, I never had them until I started taking it. I used to sleep like a baby,” said Franco as he placed his hands on the sides of my head for a little throat fucking.
“That’s a new one on me. What kind of nightmares are you having?” I asked between thrusts. Normal conversation is difficult with a cock blocking your throat. Fortunately, Franco’s was barely long enough to reach the opening and that was with my face shoved hard against his groin.
“It’s kind of the same in different versions, but it is very bizarre. Last night’s was at the Essex County Jail. I woke up in a cold sweat,” said Franco sounding troubled.
“You were assigned there for a while,” I said.
“Two years in that shit hole before I got transferred out to impound,” said Franco.
“So what was the dream,” I asked?
“This one was in color; most times I dream in black and white. I was in Block A, in the Holding Cell spread out on the floor. I was dressed in my navy blue suit the one I wear to mass except that my pants and boxers were pulled down to my knees. Four guys were holding me down, and there were twenty or thirty guys watching,” said Franco maneuvering my head do I could suck his nuts and lick his pucker.
Behind me, Darius was pounding away and Safia was grunting each time, he drove deep. He was being affectionate. “I love you, Safia. You are so beautiful. I’ve wanted to fuck you since we were little.”
“Interesting,” I mumbled thinking what was so bizarre about dreaming you were gang raped in jail. That happens all the time. In Essex County’s bad days before the courts installed a new management team and spoiled the fun, the gaolers organized gang rapes every Saturday night.
“Take one of my nuts in your mouth and pull hard on it like you were going to rip it off with your teeth. In the dream, I’m scared shitless. That’s when I look down and see my Mom kneeling between my legs. My Dad is standing behind her which is odd since he’s been dead for five years. And Francesca is there and she’s got this jar. She’s holding the lid in one hand and the jar in the other. And this part is really creepy. Lise Anne, my oldest daughter, is there too pointing at my erection. Did I mention I’m so hard it feels like it’s going to burst?”
“No, you didn’t mention that,” I said wondering why Franco was having Oedipus fantasies at his age. I’d gotten over fantasizing I was fucking my Mom when I was thirteen.
“That’s when I see that Mom’s got a scalpel in one hand and one of my balls in the other. She’s stretched it out really tight. Pull harder on my nut. I want to feel your teeth biting into my sack. This is where the dream gets really weird. Mom cuts into the side of my bag then reaches in and pulls out this bloody ball of flesh about the size of a tangerine. It’s still attached so she cuts it free and hands it to Francesca who holds it for Lise Anne to lick before she puts it in the jar. Then Mom cuts off my other nut and it goes into the jar. Francesca screws on the lid and hands it to Lise Anne. So what do you think it means, Simon?”
I ceased tugging on Franco’s testicle like a bulldog in a tug of war. I’d had my own share of castration thoughts. “Castration fantasies aren’t uncommon. I’ve had a few.”
“Other times, I’m in bed at home. Francesca has wrapped a chord around my scrotum so my balls are separated. They’re tied off so tight they look like they’re about to burst out of my bag. Her brother, Ralph, is there and he’s laughing. All of a sudden, she raises this big claw hammer and whispers, “Say goodbye to your balls, Franco.” Then she smashes my nuts with the hammer. I woke up screaming at that one. Scared the shit out of Frannie,” said Franco
“Remember the Balls of Steele case,” I said recalling one of Boston’s most notorious unsolved crimes.
“Fuck yes, I almost lost my job over that one,” said Franco. “Pull my balls hard. Really work them.”
I’m no stranger to guys who favor ball torture. I slapped his dick a couple of times then grabbed his balls hard and twisted them as I sucked hard on his piss hole.
“That’s right. Punish those nuts,” hissed Franco in pain and loving it.
I’d been assigned to the team assigned to find the man or men who castrated Victor Steele, a much sought after high school all American who just happened to fall into the clutches of Essex County when he and his team mates decided to celebrate their victory in the regionals with a little street racing. Mr. Steele made the mistake of running from Boston PD leading the cities finest on a high speed chase in which two cruisers smashed into one another badly injuring the occupants. When cops get hurt, somebody has to pay even if they are star athletes.
When the youth was finally caught due to some well placed puncture sticks, he was taken to Essex County and placed in a holding cell occupied by two dozen members of the Jamaican Posse who’d been caught up in a sweep of drug dealers in Roxbury. The jailers turned a blind eye while Victor was first stripped then subjected to a prolonged period of sexual abuse that left his anus unable to close for three days afterwards. That would have been no big deal but sometime in the early morning, a Posse member with the skills of surgeon and the stealth of a ninja slit open Victor’s scrotum and replaced the occupants with two similar size steel ball bearings.
The incision and the subsequent stitching was so carefully executed, we officers assigned to the case, looked for a perp who had medical experience, perhaps a medic in the service. But they were all high school dropouts whose only employable skills were in the acquisition, distribution, and retail sale of illicit drugs. Solution proved impossible.
The odd thing was that nineteen year old Victor went ten days before he noticed that erections were extremely difficult and ejaculations impossible. Plus, his body was beginning to reject its foreign invader. His scrotum was the size of a large cantaloupe. I kept a copy of the X-ray as a souvenir.
When he took himself to the family doctor, the switch was discovered and became the lead story in the Globe on a slow news day. I suppose the castration of a local star athlete is newsworthy especially when the testicles were switched for industrial ball bearings.
The management at Essex County took the indefensible position that since it had been ten days since Victor’s incarceration, the crime was committed elsewhere, possibly by a relative or a member of a team Victor’s had defeated. Thus came about the notorious “Balls of Steele Case” that was never solved and resulted in the court appointing a special master to run Essex County. A series of Globe articles focused on the institution’s history of physically and sexual abuse of the men and women who found themselves behind its grim walls. A hot line established by the courts was overwhelmed with lurid tales of rape and worse. The practice of certain female wardens for fisting of both young and old women prisoners made national news.
“I’m surprised you haven’t dreamed your balls were swapped like Victor Steele’s,” I said.
“Christ, I haven’t thought of that. Maybe that’s my next dream. I’m ready to come again. You want the load?” said Franco.
“Yes,” I said redoubling my efforts by pushing two fingers in his ass to massage his prostate while going all out with lip pressure on the shaft. True to his earlier prediction I was rewarded with a bountiful supply of creamy semen that I savored before swallowing. Behind me, Darius was filling his sister’s twat with his essence thereby adding incest to his list of youthful transgressions.
Franco gave me a conspiratorial wink as lifted my head then he whispered. “Our little Safia is having way too good a time to suit me. We’re being too nice. Give her a fucking she’ll never forget.”
His suggestion suited my mood. Safia was kneeling on the floor sipping her beer and looking expectantly in my direction. She was a beautiful girl whose pussy had taken two loads of spunk. Darius joined Franco on the couch as I stepped to where Safia was kneeling is front of me. Franco took the boy in his arms for a long deep kiss before pushing him downward for more oral.
***
“Have you ever been face fucked, Safia,” I asked fisting my nine hard inches? From her expression, I could tell she was concerned how something so long and thick was going to fit inside that tiny hole between her legs. She was about to learn the answer. I would make it fit.
“That just means sucking cock. Doesn’t it?” said Safia reaching for my cock.
Franco was right. She was having too good a time. I played her like the inexperienced cunt she was. “Not really, open wide and flatten your tongue on the floor of your mouth,” I said as I took hold of the sides of her head. I pressed my thumbs against her temples to make it hurt.
Hammer time I thought as I went to work on the little bitch. I spent the next ten minutes punishing the lining of her throat. Drool cascaded down onto her tits as I choked her. I held her head in a vise grip as I forced my cock down her throat and held it there as she gagged, struggling to free herself. I only relented when she seemed on the verge of passing out. It was very satisfying to watch her gasping for breath when I pulled out. I cock slapped he face bruising her cheeks before I fed her more dick. And I didn’t neglect those sweet little girl tits, focusing on the right one. I flattened and twisted the nipple bringing tears to her eyes.
I pondered how she would react long term to the way I was fucking her. Women say they want their sex gentle and romantic but for most that’s a lie. There’s something in their genes that cries out for cave man sex. All their bullshit about caring relationships goes out the window when a man drives a nine inch cock down their windpipe.
Deep throat session over, I followed that up with a whispered announcement. “I’m going to piss in your mouth and you’re going to swallow every drop, or I will beat you black and blue. You don’t want to explain that to Daddy; do you?”
I was pushing my luck expecting a fifteen year old to drain my tap but she seemed precocious. I took the fact she kept my peter in her mouth as a signal to take a leak. I started with a small squirt that caused her to wrinkle her nose in disgust. Urine is an acquired taste. The first time I sampled mine, I thought it tasted awful. But after a few swallows, it wasn’t so bad. It was me who first suggested to Winston he let me drain his bladder. After that we added Arlene to our merry crew of piss drinkers.
Behind me, Franco was keeping Darius informed. “Simon’s going to teach your sister what it means to be railed.”
“What’s railed,” asked Darius.
“Fucked rough with lots of pain and humiliation. She needs to be taken down a notch,” said Franco.
“She deserves it. She twists our Dad around her little finger. He lets her get away with murder all the while pretending she’s pure. If he knew half the things, she’s done, he’d break her neck,” said Darius.
First small swallow over, I relaxed and allowed my stream to become steady. “Keep swallowing. That Sam Adams runs right through me.” Safia was turning out to be a first class slut. I admired her throat action as she gulped down mouthful after mouthful.
“Tell your brother that you’re a piss drinking whore and he can fuck you anytime he wants,” I said to Safia once we finished. She looked absolutely fetching with several golden drops on her lips.
Safia dutifully repeated my words before I positioned her for dog style. I slapped her ass hard as I placed my cock head at her slippery opening. I dove deep without letting her get used to it. My reward was a loud scream followed by an urgent request for me to take it out. I ignored her focusing on ravaging her cervix with my cock head. I didn’t doubt she’d be walking a little bowlegged come tomorrow. And of course, there was that tit I continued to mangle with my fingers.
Personally, nothing is a bigger turn on than the painful whimpers of a female suffering from the invasion of your cock. What Safia didn’t know was that I was just getting warmed up. When I looked down, I felt nothing but admiration for the manner her pussy lips clung to my cock. No matter how she felt personally, her vagina wanted my dick bad enough to hold on to it.
It was time to take her anal cherry. “Got any lube, Franco,” I asked?
A second later, Darius appeared at my side with a squeeze bottle of Astroglide. He stayed to watch as I covered his sister’s asshole then slipped a finger inside.
“Cool,” whispered Darius.
“Put your finger in beside mine,” I said.
Safia moaned and whimpered as Darius and I loosened up her anus. When I deemed her ready, I placed my penis against her sphincter and gave a small push. “Guess what’s about to happen, Safia?”
“Are you’re going to fuck me in the ass. Please take it slow. I’ve never had anyone inside my bottom,” said Safia.
“You have now,” I said before burying my dick in her shitter. I went in to where my balls slapped hard against her pussy. It was one swift motion and my reward was a loud wail of pain.
“Cool,” said Darius enjoying his sister’s pain. “Her fucking eyes bugged out when you fucked her ass.”
“Mind if we join you,” asked Franco appearing beside me. He reached between my legs to rub my balls.
“Sure, let’s introduce Safia to the joys of triple penetration,” I said.
The three of us spent the next hour taking turns in Safia’s orifices. Darius demonstrated his manliness by savaging his sister’s nipples with his teeth. By the time, we finished, her boobs looked like a pair of Dobermans had been using them as a chew toy.
I blew a load deep in her ass then sucked it out and spit it in her mouth. I have a thing for felching. I also taught her to play my Rusty Trombone. She showed a real talent for tongue fucking my shitter while stroking my shaft. It was an hour of full menu sex where nothing was too nasty or perverted not to try.
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“You a pet person, Safia,” asked Franco?
It seemed an odd question given that he was lying on his back and Safia was bouncing up and down on his cock. Safia apparently believed in making the best of her situation. If she had to fuck an old fat cop why not enjoy it. Surprisingly, she’d recovered her bonhomie after I’d introduced her to the joys of rough sex. She was turning out to have a gift for whoring.
Eyes closed with a look of intense passion fixed on her face, one hand reaching behind her to work Franco’s balls while the other was stroking her clit, she must have thought his query as an unwelcome interruption. What,” she asked? Questions aren’t welcome when a girl is working on sustaining her orgasm.
I turned my head in their direction, still managing to keep my cock in Darius’ ass. Franco’s pudgy fingers were pinching and pulling her raw nipples. Judging from their red and raw appearance someone was going to have sore knockers in the morning. Darius’s rectum was filled with all nine inches of my manhood, and he was showing his appreciation of my efforts by loudly grunting each time, I drove in the max. His butt was nice and tight, but what else would you expect from a sixteen year old of limited experience. A few years from now, I could picture him in the back room of the Ramrod being double fisted by a body builder.
I kept pounding away as Franco continued his dialogue. I’d heard rumors about his proclivities and suspected that Safia was about to widen her sexual horizons.
“Do you have any pets at home,” asked Franco?
“Yes, two cats and a dog, one of the Persians is mine. Turner, the Lhasa Apso, is Mom’s dog,” said Safia as she rocked back and forth.
“What do you think of Cesar,” asked Franco?
Cesar’s ears perked up at the mention of his name. Franco had banished him to the far corner of the office before we started. Obedience school must have taken because he hadn’t moved although he seemed eager to join in.
“He’s enormous. What breed is he?” asked Safia rocking back and forth.
“He’s a Brazilian Mastiff. They were originally bred to guard the slaves on the giant rubber plantations. They’re known for their loyalty to their masters,” said Franco demonstrating some smarts. I recalled he did well on the written exams at the police academy.
“I’m coming again, fuck me harder,” screamed Safia slamming herself down on Franco’s cock as she spanked her clit.
Safia was a fifteen year old who fucked like a crack whore desperate for a rock to smoke. She was quite a sight as she orgasmed. Eyes closed, hair matted with sweat, nipples as hard as sapphires, she rode Franco until she was exhausted and fell forward for a round of spit swapping tongue kisses.
I took that as my signal to drop another load in Darius’ bowels. I jacked his cock as I panted his rectum with sperm. When he reared up to blow his load, I managed to squirm in front and capture the head before he spewed. There is nothing sweeter on the planet than a mouthful of boy come.
Feeling utterly depraved, I placed my hands on his knee pits and rolled him up onto his shoulders. I attached my mouth to his sphincter and sucked my load back out. Due to all the fucking, his butt gave everything up and I got another mouth full. I tossed my head back and used my tongue to blend the two creating one of the two best cocktails on the planet.
“Open wide,” I said to Darius as I leaned forward bringing my mouth directly over his. He did as he was told and I rewarded him with a generous sample of my oral treasure.
“You ever been felched, Safia,” asked Franco observing our action?
“No,” answered Safia.
“Simon, don’t be a pig. Let Safia have a little,” said Franco.
I leaned over to her and we kissed. Her tongue darted into my mouth to extract a portion.
“How about you, Franco,” I asked?
Franco turned his head in my direction and opened wide. “Sure, why not?”
I kissed Franco and let him take most of the rest. That turned into a four way come swap that lasted until we ran out of fluids. The four of us lay there catching our breath. I was pretty fucked out and so was Franco but we weren’t done.
“You kids were great. One more thing and you can take Daddy’s Lexus and skedaddle,” said Franco coming up onto his elbow.
“What is it,” asked Darius?
“There’s one of us who hasn’t gotten his nut,” said Franco reaching for a footstool.
“Who,” asked Safia looking around as if another cop might pop out of the woodwork?
“Just man’s best friend,” said Franco lifting Safia to her knees as he positioned the furnishing. “Lie on your belly and spread your legs.”
Safia followed his directions. She must have wrongly assumed Franco was going to fuck her dog style; when in reality Franco’s dog was going to fuck her.
“Come, Cesar,” said Franco as he placed a small rug over Safia’s back. Cesar raced over. Franco grabbed his collar to keep him from mounting Safia. The pup was eager to get his nut.
It still had not dawned on those kids that bestiality was next on the program.
“What are you going to do,” asked Darius who must an inkling about what was about to happen?
“Cesar is going to fuck your sister. But first you have to suck his cock,” said Franco forcing Cesar to lie down and turn on his side. The sizeable slimy penis had slipped out of its sheath in anticipation.
My personal experience of bestiality was limited to the one time that Winston talked me into letting Mr. Ickes’ Dalmatian, Roscoe, screw me. Roscoe’s nails did a number on my back and it took a dozen painful attempts before he managed to get his cock in my ass. It wasn’t an experience I choose to repeat. However, I do admit to a certain fascination with watching Cesar and Safia go at it.
“No way,” said Safia starting to rise up before being slammed back down by the heel of Franco’s hand in the small of her back.
“Don’t be a cunt, Safia. Cesar needs some pussy. And if you don’t want your Daddy to find out what a slut you’ve become, do as I say. Or he might just receive an email describing what and who you did at that party,” said Franco.
Safia and Darius contemplated their options for a half second before Safia asked a question. “And if we do this one thing, we can take the car and go?”
“Yes, I promise on my badge as a member of Boston’s Police Department, the oldest paid law enforcement establishment in the entire United States,” said Franco looking solemn.
“He won’t bite me,” asked Safia?
“No, he’ll just stick his cock in your sweet pussy and fuck you,” said Franco. “The rug will keep you from getting scratched up.”
Cesar was on his back looking eager for his blow job. Obviously, it wasn’t his first time.
“I don’t know if I can do this,” said Darius reaching for Cesar’s cock. He looked at me expectantly as his mentor. I had taught the boy a lot about gay and straight sex.
I guess I’m an old softie when it comes to twinks. “Let me show you,” I said leaning down to take Cesar’s cock in my mouth. Honestly, I was curious how it tasted. It was kind of bitter. I’d rather suck boy cock any day. After a few long slow sucks, I offered it to Darius, “See, nothing to it.”
He dove in and began to noisily make mouth love to the mastiff. Franco was marking time allowing Safia to suck his cock. Cesar managed to stick his muzzle between Safia’s legs and start licking. I have heard that some women train their dogs in cunnilingus. Cesar’s tongue was long enough for penetration. Between sucking Franco’s cock and enjoying Cesar’s head, Safia returned to moans and sighs to express her approval for what was happening.
After a few minutes Franco declared it was time for the coupe de main. He got Cesar to his feet and helped him mount Safia. Franco’s hand guided Cesar’s cock into Safia’s vagina. Once there, Cesar barked his approval and began humping madly like any good canine enjoying a prime piece of human pussy. Darius and I jerked off as we watched Safia and Cesar go at it. It wasn’t long before a series of loud barks announced Cesar had his nut. Dog semen with the consistency of whole milk flowed out of her twat when he withdrew. Cesar walked unsteadily back to his corner where he laid down and fell instantly asleep. Obviously dogs have minimal staying power
“Facial time,” said Franco turning Safia over.
We three managed to coat her face with goop as she gamely worked her clit to another climax. The pair wiped off with a towel Franco graciously provided then dressed in rapid order. The four of us did some kissing then true to his word, Franco handed them the keys to the Lexus and sent them on their way.
Franco and I sat drinking a final beer after they had left. We needed a few minutes to recover. “That was sweet,” said Franco idly stroking his limp dick.
“Sweet as honey,” I agreed. “How often do you get that kind of action?”
“Not as often as you would think, maybe once a month and mostly from wives who don’t want hubby to know where they were parked. That’s my first brother and sister in a year,” said Franco.
“I need a small favor,” I said.
“Anything for a fuck buddy,” said Franco taking a long pull on his beer then placing his hand on my bare thigh.
“Can you hang on to the evidence sheet for a few days? I may need to amend the list of things I took from the Beemer,” I said.
“Sure, I’ll give you five days. Is that enough?” said Franco rubbing my leg and allowing his hand to brush my cock.
“More than enough, I’ll let you know tomorrow,” I said feeling confident I could determine if Cynthia’s laptop was evidence or contraband in a couple of hours.
“And I have a favor to ask in return,” said Franco.
“Anything for a fellow officer of the law,” I said.
“We got a group of guys who meet once a month for a down low party in the room above the Shield. It’s a sweet setup with enough mattresses and slings so no one feels neglected. We usually invite a couple of twinks to make things interesting. Guys busted for possession looking for a way to get the charges dropped. Your nine inch cock would be a most welcome addition,” said Franco lifting my penis for emphasis.
“Love to come if my presence won’t make anybody unhappy. You know how it is since Tom offed himself,” I said.
“That’s not a problem with these guys. I’ll email you about the next party,” said Franco standing. “Wake up Cesar, you worthless shit eating hound. Let’s go home and fuck Mommy.”
I drove home wondering if Franco’s remark about Cesar fucking his wife was bullshit. I also wondered about Darius and little Safia. They had gotten a lifetime’s sexual education in an evening. They’d joined the tiny population of humans who have had sex with dogs. Based on their willing participation, I decided no harm had been done. Kids are tough and getting gang fucked by adults and pets is all part of growing up.
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