by Houston Cei
Roxanne kissed the tear-stained cheek of her father and said, “Trust me Dad. It’s all going to be all right. You do trust me don’t you?” He nodded in the affirmative and the expression on his face was like that of a little boy being addressed by his mother.
Meanwhile, David asked of Gregory, “Are you ready to go back to our women now?”
“You betcha’!” he responded as David removed his penis from the anus that had been housing it.
Roxanne returned to the living room where Gregory and David were having conversation on the sofa with Rose and Patricia with everyone still in the nude. “Excuse me friends, but the Reverend would like to see his wife,” Roxanne announce. After all the swapping of mates and other kinky positions that had been going on, the others simply expected Rose to go the bedroom to be with Jim and Roxanne would stay in the living room, but to their surpise, she said, “You guys go ahead and enjoy yourselves with Patricia while Rose and I take care of the Reverend.”
As soon as Roxanne and Rose entered the master bedroom Reverend Jim looked up at them and feinted a smile, and seeing that he was still uneasy about his behavior earlier, his daughter would put all her heart and soul into making him feel fine, very fine. Jim enjoyed hearing his daughter talk and it did not matter what the conversation was about, and knowing that, she broke the silence, “Okay Dad, my dear wonderful Daddy; there are two foxy women here before you and ready to do anything that will give you pleasure.”
The two women made eye contact with each other and smiled to indicate that they were ready. They both dropped to their knees; Roxanne took her father’s soft cock in her hand to fondle it and Rose kissed and licked his balls before sucking on them. Roxanne then took the cock she had in her hand into her mouth and as she was sucking she could feel it begin to swell. That’s wonderful, she thought, my daddy is getting his balls and his dick sucked at the same time and it’s by two of the horniest bitches around.
Wanting to show that she was a very willing participant in the action, Rose lifted her head from his crotch to say to her husband, “Lie on your back honey. Now you’ve got a hard on and I want to straddle it.” The comment brought a smile to Jim’s face and being pleased with the way the action was heading, Roxanne moved to position her hairy cunt right in his face and said, “Here you go Daddy: have a smell, have a taste. It’s the pussy I’ve given you many times. I’m still your whore. Yeah, your daughter’s a whore and you love to fuck her.” She knew that he could not fight the enjoyment of her dirty talk, the kind of words that enhanced their sexual experience. She parted the lips of her juicy cunt for her father to lick; and he licked it very skillfully.
Rose was directly in back of Roxanne and was squeezing the breasts of her daughter-in-law while making her rocking motions while her husband’s dick was deep inside her pussy. “Ya see Daddy!” Roxanne exclaimed, “You love pussy! Here you are licking one and you’ve got your big prick inside another one; and we are the two nastiest whores in town.” Her dirty talk therapy was working very well; all three were feeling very good. Rose had not come yet today and she could feel a climax on its way, and when it arrived, she screamed out, “James! I love you James!” She leaned forward to put her cheek on Roxanne’s back and as she let her hands fall from the breast, Reverend Jim took over the squeezing of them. Although Rose was relaxing almost motionless, Jim took over the movements with his daughter’s pussy still in his face.
“Daddy you’re the greatest!” Roxanne exclaimed being impressed with his performance, “You just made one of us whores come and you’re still going.”
While Jim was still enjoying the scent and taste of his daughter’s cunt, he could feel that his wife’s pussy still had a firm grip on his prick and as he was moving up and down and he suddenly feel that sensational tingling of the nerves and shot a tremendous load of cum inside her. He was speechless but breathing heavily and Roxanne then positioned herself beside her father while Rose lay on her back. With one arm on Jim’s chest and stroking his hair with the other hand, she looked down to see Rose resting on her back with her eyes closed enjoying the feeling of satisfaction that she was lingering from her intense climax. Semen was oozing out of her pussy and Roxanne could not resist the opportunity to lick it up. It was a sloppy wet cunt and Roxanne enjoyed slurping her father’s semen while tantalizing the wet pussy with her tongue.
“You shot one hell of a load Daddy,” was the final comment of this encounter as they cuddled together with Reverend Jim was flanked by the two lovely women.
Meanwhile, in the living room, Patricia, David and Gregory were having chilled wine while still in the nude and knowing that something very nice was most likely happening in the bedroom, they felt comfortable being creative with their own action. Patricia and David felt very close to Gregory even with his wife’s being apparently occupied, but feeling comfortable said, “I wouldn’t mind being had by the both of you at once. How would you like me: one dick in the ass, the other in the cunt?”
“Sounds great!” Gregory exclaimed, “Okay with you David?”
Gregory took his position on his back for Patricia to be on top; her pussy was very moist from watching the kinky action earlier and waiting all day to get fucked. She was on her hands and knees as she allowed his long stick dick into her anxiously waiting cunt. David spotted Roxanne’s tube of lubricant on the blanket and used it on his penis and his daughter’s anus before positioning himself on his knees easing his hard on inside. The ointment was soothing and she now felt very elated to be double-plugged by two handsome men.
“You guys!” Patricia exclaimed, “This feels great. If you want to come in my mouth, feel free Dad.” Wow! he was thinking, my daughter wants an ass-to-mouth. It’s been a while since we’ve done that but I feel ready. I think I will.
David had fucked his lovely daughter in the ass many times but this was one time when everything seemed so different: their earlier display in public; the group sex; the dirty talk; the wife-swapping; and now his daughter with a dick in her cunt while his was in her asshole, and to top it off, the lubricant was very soothing. When he felt his orgasm coming, he pulled his cock out of her anus and moved to face her and stick into her opened mouth. Patricia first tasted the lemony flavor of the ointment but it was the salty/sweetness of his semen that she savored for a few seconds later before swallowing. After he came in his daughter’s mouth, David retired to the love seat to watch her and Gregory continue fucking. Because he had come earlier, he could relax and let Patricia keep rocking until that delightful sensation of climax, and immediately after it arrived, she collapsed on his chest. Every member of this sensual party of six was now satisfied.
Chapter 5
Back to Miami
Patricia and David would be leaving from San Francisco to Miami in the evening and would arrive at their destination in the morning. Rose planned an evening out together with Roxanne and Gregory and their guest before the flight. Parting would be bittersweet but it was time and they were all well aware of the problem of having too much of a good thing. A night of dinner and dancing would relax the travelers so as they would have a peaceful night’s sleep on the plane. Roxanne and Gregory picked up the tab at a five star restaurant in San Francisco that they had learned through conversation was a favorite of Patricia and David. They danced for well over an hour before going to the SFO where good-bye was accompanied by tears all around.
David and Patricia had a heavy caseload before them and although they enjoyed their vacation to the fullest, were more than excited to get back to work. The first docket was a case against a relatively low-key Miami drug dealer who had been raided by the police and caught with three ounces of very high grade Peruvian cocaine. Although this man was not a “drug lord” by Miami or South American standards, the police and the DA wanted him desperately because he had been successfully dealing for many years providing a fine quality of sparkling white Persian flake far above what would usually be called “street coke.” He was out on bail, paid a $25K retainer, a
nd a trial date had been set. Patricia was especially looking forward to the day in court since her father agreed to let her handle this one. David was amused at her confidence; their client was a dealer for certain but they knew he was guilty that does not deny a citizen the right to a fair trial. Their client was known for selling nothing less than an ounce of cocaine and sometimes quarter kilos and quarter pounds, known on the street as QP’s. He never purchased more than a kilo at one time but much less was found when the policed raided his home. The “probable cause” for the raid was based on the hearsay of a smaller key dealer who had been buying ounces from their client. The smaller dealer had been busted by the police and turned over on his connection in return for having the charges against him dropped.
The client of Patricia and David was Frank Jackson, facing a five year prison sentence, and he was a dealer the prosecution badly wanted to convict. The DA was confident the seized three ounces of cocaine would suffice as “possession with the intent to sell” but there were issues. Their client had been raided before and although the police had been armed with a warrant, no drugs were found. Timing was in his favor; he had just exhausted his supply and had yet to replenish it. The police knew that to ask another warrant they would have to disclose the fact of the unsuccessful raid and that a judge might not grant it so they decided to use their claim of probable cause for a search.
In the judge’s chambers David argued that the three ounces confiscated by the police was not legally obtained evidence because there was no documentation of monitoring his residence for evidence of trafficking and that the “probably cause” was based on the hearsay of someone with history of felonies. Patricia added that the three ounces of cocaine was in one baggie, not portioned for sales and that no scale was found in the defendant’s residence. She further commented to the effect that in this day and age, it is not uncommon for three ounces to be considered for personal use; she had precedents to show that there had been such cases. Although there was a fine line between the legality and illegality of the search, and the judge almost ready to agree with Patricia, but the DA convinced the judge to keep the charge as it was “possession of a controlled substance for sales” because of a key witness of drug activity by the accused. Patricia still would not entertain the idea of a plea bargain.
The DA’s witness was a brash young man named Charles Richardson who was had served three years of an eight year sentence and was now offered to be released with “time served” in exchange for his testimony that he had often been a regular cocaine customer of the man now on trial. Charles had been arrested three years ago selling a quarter ounce of cocaine to an undercover police officer. To compound his problems the cocky youngster threw a punch at one of the detention offers while being detained so he then had two charges to worry about.
He was offered a deal but at the time he did not want to be known on the street as a “rat” and his cocky attitude led him to believe he could charm a jury. Furthermore, he did not want to lose his connection for the best blow in Miami and assumed he could again be selling on the street when it was all over. Against his lawyer’s advice he took the stand on his own behalf to testify that he did not know Frank Jackson or any other supplier of cocaine; and with a few forced tears said that he was “sorry for everything.” His ploy did not work and he was sentenced to eight years in state prison.
After serving a hard three years and even with “good time” would have at least another two years left, Charles changed his attitude about turning over on his former connection. He accepted the offer of “time served” for his testimony against Frank Jackson.
“Are you ready for your day in court?” David asked his ambitious daughter.
“Dad I was ready before we left for Lodi,” was her stern answer.
After the DA presented his key witness that testified that the man on trial had sold him many quarter kilos of cocaine over a period of more than three years, Patricia looked over at the prosecutor and for a few seconds gave him her signature hawkish stare and then smiled. He had no idea what she had in mind but the thought in his mind was, we’re dead meat!
Patricia had done her research. She rose from her seat to cross-examine the witness.
Patricia: Mr. Richardson, you testified that you purchased quarter kilos of cocaine from the defendant. Is this a quantity considered by the law as “possession of a controlled substance for sale”?
Witness: I think so.
Patricia: Okay, you think so. Hmm…is it not a fact that you are serving an eight year sentence for selling cocaine and assaulting an officer.
DA: Your Honor, I object on the grounds of relevance.
Patricia: Your Honor, the credibility of this witness is relevant.
Judge: Overruled, answer the question.
Witness: Yes.
Patricia: Was a promise made to you for your testimony here today?
Witness: I don’t understand.
Patricia: Shall I bring out a dictionary and read the definitions of the words “promise” and “testimony” or any other words of my question that you do not understand? Or, let’s cut to the chase. Are you+ here under police escort to testify against our client?
Witness: Yes.
Patricia: Were you offered to have your sentenced reduced to time served in return for your testimony?
Witness: Yes.
Patricia: When you were on trial for selling cocaine and assaulting a police officer, did you testify that you did not purchase cocaine from our client and in fact did not even know him?
Witness: I don’t remember.
Patricia: I have the transcribe right here. Would you like for me to read it?
Witness: Okay, maybe I did say something like that.
Patricia: Please answer “yes” or “no.”
Witness: Yes.
Patricia: Okay, let me get this straight. Here today you have testified that you had purchased many kilos of cocaine from the defendant over a period of several years, but you previously testified under oath that you did not know the defendant. It appears as if one of these statements is perjury. No further questions.
There was much flowery rhetoric in the DA’s closing argument in which he discussed the harm that the distribution of dangerous drugs does to our society and that those guilty of selling these drugs are unscrupulous in their preying on our young. Although he was upset with himself for letting the fact of Richardson’s previous testimony slip by him, he still hoped for a conviction and the maximum sentence and he added, “All of us her today have an obligation to protect our children from these vicious vultures.”
Patricia’s closing was less dramatic but factual. She pointed out that her client had no previous convictions and there was no concrete evidence of selling drugs. His residence had been searched by the police they did not find clear evidence of a “controlled substance for sale” and she also reminded the jury that without a warrant. His residence was search based on the hearsay of someone who had been arrested on felony drug charges, and still there was no evidence of sales. The three ounces that were found were in one package and there was found neither a scale nor coded transaction records, the very things that a drug dealer would be expected to possess.
Patricia’s final statements to the jury were, “The three ounces of cocaine that were seized is a very commonplace amount here in Miami; an amount that could hardly satisfy twenty or thirty persons at an all-night party so common in this city. It is not my responsibility to prove that this cocaine was for personal use but the prosecution certainly has not proved beyond a reasonable doubt that it was for sales. Furthermore, the prosecution’s ‘star’ witness has stated under oath that he did not know our client and then again under oath stated that our client sold him kilos of cocaine. Which statement is true? I ask you members of the jury, ‘Do you want to convict someone based on a search that was on the borderline of legality along with the testimony of a convicted felon who has given conflicting accounts under oath? Thank you.”
This
was Patricia’s first case in which she was to take the lead in place of David, and if she were nervous about the outcome, it certainly did not show in her countenance. The DA was not so confident and now that it was near an end, he realized that the case had been bungled. He had no idea that Patricia Sharpe would find out that Richardson had lied about not knowing the accused, but he now knew that he should have done his research as she had done.
The client of Patricia and David was found guilty only of the possession of a controlled substance. He and the defense were delighted at the sentence of ten days that could be served on weekends at the county rehabilitation confinement facility, a $1K fine and two years of probation.
Merry Christmas, what a gift! the DA thought to himself.
This was the kind of case that usually does not go to trial but rather ends with a plea bargain but both sides felt confident of a victory by a jury trial. From the beginning, things appeared to be going in a positive direction for the defense. After the verdict, the Sharpe’s met their client in the office where he paid that balance of their legal fee which was another $25K, making it a total of fifty thousand dollars well spent.
All three were elated but Patricia was prepared to give some stern, sobering advice to their client, “Mr. Jackson, we cannot direct your lifestyle, but if you do not make an adjustment in your behavior, you will be back in court soon and we do not want to represent you again. Yes, everyone deserves a fair trial and an adequate defense, but it took more than expertise to win this one. You were out of your supply the first time you were raided and your inventory was very low the second time but in reality we all know, including the police and everyone at the DA’s office, that you are a slick dealer capable of moving several kilos a week of the high quality pearly white stuff in smaller quantities than you yourself purchase at a substantial profit. The police fumble the ball and so did the DA, and we were there to recover those fumbles; they must have been so excited to finally catch you in possession of cocaine that they forgot to continue their search for a scale. If you still have one of those handy little digital instruments, I suggest you wipe it clean and anonymously donate it to the jewelry lab at a community college; and if you have a little black book of names and phone numbers carefully hidden somewhere, you best burn it.”
