14 years ago I posted a couple of stories from my first sexual experience, which…
Samantha Parker's Story
Chapter Twenty Three
Dave Weston cautiously approached Mary’s house. He thought maybe it was Samantha prowling around in there. She might have come back. Of course Dave couldn’t be sure about that. He decided to play it very safe. Dave slipped down the driveway and around to the back door. Yes, someone had forced the lock. Dave carefully pushed the door open and quietly stepped into the little kitchen. He heard the low murmuring sound of voices coming from the bedroom. It sounded like two people were in there; a guy and girl. The voices weren’t very distinct, but Dave was sure the female wasn’t Samantha. Dave’s heart sank again. He thought it’s probably just some kids from the neighborhood. He was about to go into the bedroom and confront them. Then he got cold feet. Why take the risk? Today some of these young punks could be dangerous. Maybe a drug deal was going down. He had his cell phone in the car. Why not just call the police?
Dave slipped back outside and went to his car. He contacted his buddy, Detective Phil Philips, at the Bentlyville PD. Phil said, “Look Dave, here’s what I want you to do. Drive away. Get the hell out of there. At best, you’ll spook them and they’ll get away. At worst, you could get your ass shot off. I’m on my way over. I’ll handle this. Got it?”
Dave said, “Yeah Phil, I got it. Let me know what happens.”
After Detective Philips got off the phone with Dave, he thought that poor bastard should get over losing his fat girlfriend. It didn’t matter how good her pussy was or that she’d let him fuck her in the ass once in a while, she was dead meat now and you couldn’t fuck a ghost.
Detective Philips was a heavy-set man in his mid-forties. He was promoted to detective about five years ago. Back then, his body was still solid and muscular. But five years of sitting on his ass in front of a computer screen during the day and drinking beer every night, had begun the process of turning that muscle tone into flab.
Phil had been married and divorced twice. There was just too much strange pussy available. Most women went for a guy in a cop uniform and all women were the same. They let you fuck them once or twice and then they thought your cock was their private property, instead of your own.
Phil didn’t regret the failed marriages. He did regret that the sweet deal he had in the Johnston PD got screwed up. He’d been one of the top dogs over there. He’d made more arrests than anyone else in the department. The reason for that was simple. Phil knew how most scum balls thought and just what they were likely to do next. Phil had this advantage because he was just as sleazy and perverted as the scum balls he arrested. Anyway, things were going just great until Phil got assigned a new partner. The guy was a young punk, just out of the police academy. Phil called him Dudley Do-Right. The dumb fuck thought he was going to save the world. Phil figured he wouldn’t last six months.
They were responding to a routine call. Security in one of the department stores at the mall had nabbed a shoplifter. When they got there and went into the manager’s office, the shoplifter was one of the hottest looking little chicks Phil had seen in a very long time. God! She was a little cutie! She had long red hair, big green eyes and her little tits and ass were absolute perfection. Phil’s cock got hard the moment he saw her. He knew it would be risky, but he decided to try and get some of that. Phil said that he was going to question the girl. He shooed the manager out of the office and he told Dudley Do-Right to go back to the patrol car and start filling out paperwork. Phil locked the door and went into his routine of how shoplifting was a serious offence and how it was likely the little cutie was going to end up in jail. He had that little girl scared shitless. Then Phil said he just might let things slide this time and suggested that they might be able to work something out. He had the girl laid out on the manager’s desk and was just getting ready to sample her tight little pussy, when the office door flew open. Dudley Do-Right got suspicious and had the manager unlock the door. Well, old Dudley had caught Phil with his pants down and it was Phil who wound up getting screwed. It was touch and go for a while and Phil nearly ended up in jail. The girl was younger than she looked, she was barely thirteen. Phil would have sworn she was fourteen or even fifteen. He finally got off by resigning from the Johnston PD. He laid low for a year or so and then landed a spot on the PD in this hick berg. It was a big come down, but at least he was still a cop. That was over ten years ago. He heard that old Dudley was the police chief over in Johnston now. Well, such was life.
As Phil drove toward Third Street, he was thinking over the two open cases, dealing with the Parker family. First there was Scott Parker. What a god damned circus that turned out to be! The media really went over the top on that one; talk about making something out of nothing! They made that poor bastard Parker as notorious as the Boston Strangler and Ted Bundy all rolled up into one. If he’d fucked as many teenage girls as the papers made out, he’d have starved to death because he wouldn’t have had time to eat anything but pussy. Yeah, he was getting some under-age stuff on the side. But it turned out to be only one girl at McDonalds, Julie Barnes. That Karen Ewell he’d run off with was eighteen and technically didn’t count.
Phil thought you couldn’t really count Julie either. She certainly was no virgin by the time Parker nailed her. When she was just fourteen, she was getting into under-aged drinking, doing a little pot, petty theft and you name it. She managed to buy her way out of serious trouble by giving a good blow job and sometimes a quick fuck in the back seat of a police cruiser. If they tried to pull Parker in for fucking Julie, half the Bentlyville police force, including Phil, would have to go with him. Now Julie was living with some loser out at the trailer park and had a couple of little rug rats running around. That cute little ass of hers was already starting to get just a bit too wide.
Then there were the millions Scott Parker was supposed to have embezzled. That was another bunch of crap. He might have got a few thousand at the most. Knowing the tight-assed bastards that he worked for, he probably had it coming to him. Due to the publicity surrounding the case, Parker’s wife and daughter went through pure hell. Phil remembered the daughter, Samantha. She was one hot little number. Phil interviewed her and he had a strong suspicion that old Scott was getting some from her too, but she denied it. Maybe she was trying to protect her dad or maybe she liked it, Phil wasn’t sure. He had been sure about one thing. He would have loved to get into her panties. Phil could have easily tracked Scott Parker down and hauled his sorry ass back to Bentlyville, but he decided against it. Phil figured Parker’s family was better off without him. It just wasn’t worth their trouble or Phil’s. So he let Parker slide.
The recent turn of events at the Parkers’ was more puzzling. The first part seemed straightforward enough. It looked like some guy had picked Mary up; probably over in Munson where she worked. They ended up drinking over here at Shooters. The bartender said Mary was pretty well lit by the time they left. No one recognized the man she was with. It looked like they went back to Mary’s house and got into a little tussle. Most likely, Mary wouldn’t put out and the dude got pissed. Phil figured he couldn’t blame him for that. From that point on, nothing made sense. Like the girl disappearing. Even though she was a very hot looking chick, Phil heard she was a quiet girl and didn’t seem to have a lot of friends. She didn’t seem the type to be a runaway, but you can never tell. Maybe she got fed up with her mom bringing guys to the house. Anyway, Samantha seemed to have disappeared into thin air. A girl as hot as her would
n’t have trouble getting rides. And Mary’s suicide
, who in the hell knew what was going through her mind. Maybe it had something to do with the girl running off. Samantha might know something, but the chances of finding her were getting kind of slim. Phil figured she was living with someone and not out on the streets. Maybe her dad contacted her and she was living with him.
Phil was turning onto Third Street. The Parker house was at the very end of the block. Phil switched his lights off and pulled to the curb a couple of houses away. He checked his gun, just in case. He supposed he should have back up, but screw that! It was probably just some kids from the neighborhood in there. No need to make a big deal out of this. Phil slipped down the driveway and went around to the back of the house. They were still in there. He saw a dim glow at a window in the back corner of the house. Looks like they have a flashlight in there Phil thought. He went to the back door, pushed it open and went inside. Noises were coming from down the little hallway. Phil got his gun out and crept down the hall. Light was spilling from an open door. He slid along the wall to the doorway and cautiously moved his head into the opening.
Jesus Christ! What a scene! A boy, who looked to be about eighteen, was standing by the bed. His pants were down around his ankles. A cute little teenie, who looked as if she was still in middle school, was sucking the boy’s cock for all she was worth. The girl had long blonde hair and she was topless. Her cute little tits were bouncing, as she went down on that cock. Phil thought, should I wait till he cums? He decided, no I’m in a bad mood tonight. I’m just going to barge right in. Then another thought struck Phil and he almost laughed. Damn! Hope I don’t shock the teenie too much; she just might bite that thing off.
Phil stepped into the doorway, with his gun at the ready and yelled, “Freeze! Police!” looked like the boy’s cock was safe this time. Upon Phil’s dramatic entrance, the teenie let the cock fly out of her mouth and scooted back across the bed. The boy scrambled for his drawers and had them up before Phil took three steps into the room. The kid had quick reflexes, might make a good cop Phil mused. The light was dim, but now Phil thought her recognized the boy. Damn! It was Dave Weston’s crazy nephew, Ted. Phil said, “You two are in serious trouble. Breaking and entering is a felony. This is a potential crime scene. That’s tampering with evidence and obstruction of justice. What were you two doing in here?”
The girl was sobbing and the boy looked very pale and sick. He finally said, “Nothing.”
Phil thought looks like the kid doesn’t recognize me. Well all the better then. Phil growled, “Nothing he says! Nothing! Don’t give me a fucking bullshit Bill Clinton answer. You were getting a blow job! That’s public indecency because I saw you and I’m part of the public.” Phil holstered his gun and pulled his hand cuffs out saying, “Looks like a trip down to the jail for the both of you.”
Now the girl began to wail and the boy began to plead, “Please sir, I beg you. Please give me a break. I didn’t mean to do anything wrong. I swear to God!”
Phil considered having some more fun with crazy Ted, but he had other plans that didn’t involve him. So he said, “If I let you go, will you swear to get out of here this minute and never mention what happened. I could get into trouble for giving you a break and if I do, I’ll come looking for you and I’ll surely find you. Understand?”
“I Swear to God, I’ll never say a word about it.”
“OK, then get going.”
Ted flew out the room so fast; it was almost as if he dematerialized, just like in a science fiction movie.
Phil put his hand cuffs away and sat on the edge of the bed. The girl was still sitting far back on the bed with her back against the wall and crying. Phil said, “Come here.” The girl scooted back to sit on the edge of the bed. “Looks like your boyfriend forgot about you.”
“Yeah, well he’s an asshole.”
“If he’s an asshole, why were you giving him a blow job?”
“Just wanted to, I guess.”
“What’s your name?”
“Sandy Robinson.”
“Well Sandy, looks like I’ll have to take you down to the station and call your folks to come and get you.”
“Oh God no! Please don’t do that. I don’t live far from here. I can get home on my own.”
“I can’t let you do that. You’re under age and it’s past curfew. I’d get in big trouble. I’d be taking a big risk if I did that.”
“Maybe we could work something out. I’ll give you a blow job. I’m good at it.”
From what he’d just seen, Phil knew Sandy wasn’t lying. But he had something else in mind. He pushed Sandy’s long blonde hair away from her face and said, “I’m going to ask you something and you better tell the truth. If you don’t, I’ll know. Cops always know when someone’s lying. Understand?” Sandy nodded and Phil asked, “Are you a virgin?”
Sandy shook her head. That was the answer Phil expected. Girls as cute as this one didn’t keep their cherry for long after they were in middle school around here. They got popped like soap bubbles in a high wind. Now Phil asked, “Are you on the pill?”
Sandy nodded and Phil concluded at least this little cutie had some brains. Phil was getting very excited. It was a while since he’d had some young stuff. He said, “OK come around here,” motioning for Sandy to stand in front of him. God those little tits were nice. Phil cupped Sandy’s tits and began sucking on their sweet hard nipples. In a while he said, “Alright get your jeans and panties off. Let’s see what else we have here.”
After Sandy got out of her jeans and panties, Phil was duly impressed. This little chick had a nice shape. From what he could tell in the dim lighting, it looked like she had a very nice little butt on her. Phil said, “Turn around.” Yeah, that little ass was really nice and this gave Phil another idea. He was in the mood to give this teenie a good hard spanking before he fucked her. It would prolong the anticipation and get him hotter for fucking.
Phil said, “OK, turn back.” When Sandy was facing him again he said, “I’m going to let the police charges slide, but you’ve been a bad girl and it looks like your folks haven’t been doing anything about it. That’s why you’re in this trouble. You need a good spanking and I’m going to give you one before we get down to other business. So get your little ass bent over my knees right now.”
Sandy got across Phil’s knees. Phil shifted her on his lap, getting her cute plump butt in perfect position. He ran his hand over Sandy’s plump little ass cheeks. God they felt nice and spankable. Now, with a little tremor in her voice, Sandy said, “Please, not too hard.”
Phil replied, “A spanking’s not worth a damn if it isn’t hard.” Then he brought his palm down SPLATT right into the middle of that little ass. Phil didn’t waste any time getting down to business. SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, he had those butt cheeks bouncing on each swat. Sandy was crying “Ow! Ow!” with each swat and soon she was wiggling her little ass and kicking her legs. Phil thought just a few more good ones, who knew how long it might be before he got a chance to spank a little cutie like Sandy again. SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, Phil stopped and pulled Sandy up. He said, “Alright stop the bawling now. It’s over. Now get onto the bed on your knees. I want to do it doggy style.
Phil got up and pulled his pants and boxers down. Then he got onto the bed, positioning himself behind Sandy. He slipped a finger in between her legs and started fingering her pussy. When he slid it into her love tunnel, she moaned a little and tensed up. Damn her box was tight! She might not be a virgin, but this pussy was barely broken in. Phil thought this is going to be one great fuck!