Adult oriented consensual and not so consensual sex among adults.
It'd been a while since my deputy sheriff jerk off buddy had been down my drive way. I'd managed to control myself on a few ride alongs and he prompted me to invite Gayle over on a regular basis. I tried to coordinate our fuck sessions with the neighborhood watch meetings. Sometimes it worked out well. Gayle waiting for me on the porch wet with anticipation. Since the garden was growing up and the foliage was providing semi-private conditions, giving the old potting bench a thorough stress test became our regular fuck site.
We'd act like animals in the late afternoon. Her summer dress was loose around her breasts and barely covering her ass when she'd bend over to weed or pick veggies. I'd crawl up her and like a dog approach her from behind and bury my nose in her ass and lap at her pussy. In response, she wriggle back against my face and arch enough to let my tongue glance her labia. We get lost in the moment, I'd brace her with both hands on her thighs and she'd put both her hands on the tops of her thighs and ride my face. Veggies being held would get dumped during our snatch-eating sessions. It's a wonder we got as much harvested as we did. Gayle would load the bench up and now used to the routine would hop up on the bench and spread her legs to expose herself to me. That was my cue to come and get it - hot and dirty from working, I'd installed an outdoor shower for convenience and I'd get a rinse. All but the moon, stars and distant out building
lights would be shining. My cock was at the right height for entry as I walked up to the bench. Gayle had been fingering herself in preparation for my hard cock. She directed my cock head in and would rub the tip of my cock against herself - expertly stimulating herself. We'd play out the fucking long and slow. Me naked with the evening breeze against my damp skin in contrast to the intense heat of her pussy on my cock. It made me shiver involuntarily.
I never knew whether the Sheriff was actually out there or not, but I love the thought of performing for him. I knew that when he was viewing us that he'd have that fine young cock out and he'd been matching my fucking rhythm. It was so erotic, when I finally let in to the passion, Gayle would ride my iron hard cock and hang off my shoulders into her own personal orgasmic abandon.
We'd spray each other with the hose when we were done and walk nude to the back porch drying in the warm evening air. Gayle didn't like to stay overnight. She wanted to be in her own bed, bathe in her own bathroom, and get ready for work and the day in front of her at her own speed. I like the arrangement. I would climb into my bed and feel the exhilaration of the recent fuck in my legs and thighs. It was a real workout! I'd feel the strength I was developing in my lower abs. Rubbing and pressing my finger tips into the muscles always stimulated my cock and so a good rubbing was due. I'd stroke my cock and run my hands up my stomach and back reveling in the exhibition I continually provided for my voyeurs next door. Eventually stroking out another orgasm before falling off to slumber land - rubbing the cum around until it was dry.
I started riding my bike down to my new neighborhood Quick-Stop store for some essentials - drinks and snacks. If I'd had a couple beers, the bike was a safe bet. It was about a mile to the store. I'd polished off the last couple of beers and my chores were yet to be completed so I rolled out the old Schwinn cruiser and in my dirty work clothes headed off to pick up a 12 pack.
The streets were so quiet leading up the the main road. I was lucky that at the intersection, my all-in-one Gas-Grocery-Liquor store was ready and fully stocked. The usual itinerant workers were hanging around in the shade. Some holding brown bagged drinks and some still waiting to earn the days wages. I noticed we all had the same worn out jeans on as I dumped the bike at the entrance. As I passed the clerk, I said, "hey keep and eye on my cruiser, would ya?"
It was Clint. He'd had a bunch of bikes swiped and was on the watch out for theives. His prompt "you got it!" reassured me as I headed for the cooler. I was half way back to the check out counter, the cooler door slammed shut as the front doors opened by two uniformed officers. They looked like they would bump shoulders as they proceeded and then they split up - one went left, one went right. I was heading straight down the middle and dropped my beer on the counter, paid Clint and headed to my bike. The saddle baskets were old and rusted when I got them so time hadn't improved their looks much. The bike was oxidized from setting out in the sun for years, but rolled easily. I rounded the door way to find an officer standing at my bike. It looked like he'd tip over if I gave him a shove, as he was just trying to see the license. It was current but had a few scuffs on it.
"Hi" I said as I approached the officer. He turned and greeted me with "Good Afternoon, Sir - is this your bicycle?" I replied "Yes" and reached for it and pulled it up straight to receive my package. He asked me "do you mind if I look at it?" I used to have one a long time ago. It was a great old bike - this is good shape".
I said "sure! I love this old bike" and I went into the cool features with him. He went down on one knee and looked at the chain guard, and the fenders and the hand painted wheels and the rust on anything that wasn't painted. Without getting up he glanced at my package of beer, the obvious working mans' clothing and my muddy boots and asked "been working today?"
"Yeah, it got hot and I drank my last couple of brews, so I took a break to grab some more cold ones" as I placed the 12 pack in the basket.
Flatly he asked "you've been drinking today, sir?" I said, "Yeah, I had 2 beers earlier." He rose to his feet and looked squarely at me and ask "My partners and I are surveying the area on a Drug Recognition Training in the field this afternoon. Would you mind if we ran you though a couple of test before you get on your bicycle?"
I thought.. huh? Drug? I'm not a druggie! and obviously the officer caught my expression and said "it's just a couple of questions and will only take a few minutes"
I said - "well sure" and parked my bike against the newsstand.
The two big officers exited the store with hand fulls of drink, snacks, magazines, and fliers and they were talking about something when they noticed that Officer #1 was detaining me. I guess it was that universal look the detainee has as they scrambled into position tossing their purchases into the vehicles and returning to #1's side.
The two of them positioned themselves next to #1 and greeted me pleasantly. I heard "good afternoon, sir" but I was distracted with how young and buffed these two were - wow, !
Officer #1 began. "First, I'd like to check you for weapons, sir, as a precaution, so I'd like you to turn and face the wall and allow me to pat you down." "sure" I said as i turned. "Arms up and out to the side please sir" I complied and two hands landed on my shoulders and worked their way over each arm - I was sporting my favorite "wife beater" so it was bare hands over my arms and shoulders and arm pits. Moving his way down he big hands waved over my waist and fingers tucked into the band of my jeans. At that point he asked me "do you have anything sharp or pointed that would injure me?" I replied - no, nothing but change, keys and wallet."
"Thank you, sir" he breathed out as he bent to pat down each side of my jeans on the outside and then the inside of the legs. I was anticipating a good grope but it was fast with pressure and with a talent I'd not seen before. He managed to push my balls up and move them from the "dress to the left side" of my pant leg to the right. It made me jump but only in surprise. "May I take your wallet out of your back pocket, sir?" "yes" I replied.
"Please turn and face me now sir" and I rotated arms still outward. "thank you sir" and I was facing the three men now. The additional two were posed in officer fashion: feet out shoulder width, hands clasped behind their backs. #1 continue the frisk and as he managed the pat down, moved my jewels back to their original position. I could only look forward at the two other officers and they both had a pleasant look on their faces - I couldn't tell it was humor or just their posture - either way they were prime studs and I couldn't help but let my mind wander.
At that point #1 was finished and said "you can put your hands down now sir" and as he opened my wallet and looked at my license he proceeded into a list of questions that I had to look at him and answer. It was a breeze. Of course I felt I was doing well. The questions ended with confirmation of my address. Oh? My address - I repeated it to him. He said "Yes sir, your address on your license in not in this area. What is your current address?" I told him that I had recently moved. The change of address was on the back of the license and repeated it. He pulled the license out and examined it with detail and gently put it back into the protection. "thank you sir"
"Please wait here" he asked and the 3 of them walked a few feet toward their vehicles and stopped to discuss the training. I wonder who was training whom and if my beer was going too be too hot when I got it home to drink. The trio returned and thanked me for my cooperation and that I was free to go. He smiled a friendly smile and added. "Is that address the old Tucker place?" I told him that I didn't know the prior owners and described the place, the garden and out buildings. He was nodding with acknowledgment as were the other 2 men when the light bulb went off in my head that this might be a crew of voyeurs right here in front of me.
I asked "IS that the Tucker place?" He said "yes, you've done a nice job cleaning it up. Lots of effort." I said "thank you, it's turning out to be a great little place." quickly following that up I said. "Did you know them?, Would you like to stop by and check out the garden? I've been told that it was an epic producer over the years and seems to be coming into its own this time of year... Just add water."
Though I was watching #1 during this dialog, out of the corner of my eye the duo waiting was fidgeting from foot to foot and one of them adjusted his crotch with more than a tuck. It was obvious enough that #1 one glanced over at him - they all smiled at the same time and nodded seemingly in unison. He said "well I'll have to take a rain check on that, thank you sir"
I added, "well if you're in the neighborhood and off duty, stop in, take tour, have a cold one and tell me about the place - fill me in, sound like a plan?"
"Will do, sir, Thank you" and with that he shook my hand. I nodded in appreciation and said "call me TJ" to each officer as they leaned in to shake my hand.
I tossed my leg over the cruiser and smiled at them as I rode down the road thinking - "damn, I think too much! and "damn, I've a big old fatty coming on!" I reached down and pumped my growing hard on. The law enforcement vehicles rolled by me, each with a nod and a wave.
The heat wave was drying up the veggies pretty fast each day so I was vigilant in watering late into the evening. Gayle and I were like a couple of fuck machines with the routine of cleaning the rows, getting the furrows clear for the irrigation and then romping around the garden. She had tripped over a bell peppers and trashed a good 5 feet of plants one afternoon and was down at the end of the row trying to salvage them. That was cutting into our usual sex time and my cocks alarm clock was going off. My fuck prize was exposed there when I rounded the row of peppers. On her hands and knees with her ass exposed in the nearly dusk light made my cock jump. I loved licking her from behind and sometimes even getting on my back and letting her hump my face and ride it like a pussy bronco ride. I'd end up completely slimed in juices and out of breath.
The darkness was on us this evening and we were still slurping and working Gayle up into a totally guttural orgasm. I was on my back, she was on my face. I was hard as I could get with my cock bobbing around in the air while she rode my face when the warmth of what could only be a mouth engulfed my cock in a single movement. The mouth stopped at the base and all I could do is moan. My moan made Gayle moan and rub the ride faster and it was apparent that she was cumming by the volume of juicy juice trailing down my face and throat. My phantom mouth was adept at the art of cock sucking and went to work compressing and releasing my cocks length without moving up and down.
"Ohhh!" I muffled into her muff and she responded with an encouraging "Yeah, baby, Yeah". The cock sucking did the deed.. I was blasting into the throat of my cocksucker and lapping the pussy with all my might... She was cumming and now bouncing up and down on my face uttering unintelligible phrasing and completely lost in her orgasm. As she wound down from the torrent, my cocksucker lapped up my cum and cleaned my balls before the warmth of the mouth was swapped out to the cooling and drying of my wet cock and balls.
Gayle slide her way down my chest to come face to face with me and began to suck my face in a way only a grateful lover can do. We were ready to pass out from our orgasms and embraced and sighed in the darkness and afterglow. She reached around and grabbed my cock, which had produced more cum and she swirled it around her pussy lips, putting the tip in and pulling it out teasing herself.
We laid there for the longest time fondling each other, caressing each other. My cock started to get hard again as I replayed the session of the evening. When Gayle realized that my cock was fully erect again she jumped up and protested "uh uh - not again I've got to get out of here, I have to get home, shit it's late....no honey not another one. I can't" and she bolted to the outdoor shower.
She asked " are you going to lay in the dirt all night?" "Maybe" I laughed. She laughed and came over, kissed me goodnight and off she went.
I laid there wondering if any bugs had crawled up my ass while I was engaged in a personal folly tossing up my legs and brushing the dirt from my thighs and legs. I did a cavity check and dropped my legs down, planting my feet in the dirt. It was so dark. My cock was so hard. My cocksucker was a hit and run. "Getting pretty bold" said out loud even though I was alone. I stroked my cock and thought even though it was bold, it was fucking awesome. Silence and revelry were broken with a comment "now I want your ass" - for a moment I thought that I was talking to myself - the voice seemed to come from inside my head - I laughed and tossed my legs up in the air and said "yeah right, I must be tripping here" and as I rocked up to get up two hand attached themselves to my ankles.
"Ugh" was all I said when the weight was applied to my body via my legs and pushed me back to the ground. "I want your ass, now" and for a second I relaxed and listened -because I couldn't see a thing. "who are you?" I asked "shhh" was the answer. My assailant was strong and I just waited for the next move. I felt a dangling piece of meat slapping my balls and cock as my attacker positioned himself.
I strained my eyes to see the outline or the face or something but nothing was coming through - In fact I thought that he was either black or really dark skinned. "wait" I protested as a large shaft found my asshole and poised itself for entry. "Wait I can't take that"
"Shh" was the response and my legs were tossed over the back of a big man. The face landed on my balls and sucked them up, a big spit was drug up from the mouth and landed directly on my ass hole. A tongue punch its way into my hole and licked its way back to my cock. I was shaking in both fear and stimulation when he tossed me up and launched his shaft down my hole. No resistance against this weapon. It went deep fast and all I could do is gasp when the combination of cock in my ass and man on my chest knocking the wind out me. The dark face went to my neck when he landed and began licking me from ear to shoulder as my asshole flexed and pumped against the invasion. He licked my chin and then in a broad swipe across my face he landed on my mouth and jammed his thick tongue deep into my mouth. It was pungent with the cum of Gayle and he knew it and lapped in and out of my mouth until my previous soaked face was again wet with his saliva.
He propped himself up on his hands contorting his physique while still lock to my mouth and began his ass assault. Slam after slam into my ass I gasped in rhythm to his fucking. He was enormous and I was taking his battering and loving it. He never left my mouth all the while he was fucking me until he blasted cum - hot cum up my ass in multiple pulses. I could feel him arched up and buried in my ass and nothing to see but stars and darkness.
My assailant was satiated. He was locked in my ass like a dog - deep and tied.
His breathing was at first heavy and hot with a scent of mint then slowly pacing down to a calm regular breath in the darkness.
"don't move" he hissed" I want to remember this fuck" "don't say a word" "Just answer yes"
"did you love that?" I said "yes" "Can I fuck your ass again nixt time you fuck your girlfriend?"
I paused. I was thinking what the fuck kind of questions or arrangement is that when he began to pull still hard cock almost out to the ring of my asshole - paused and slammed it to the base. "ugh... hmmm aw, yes"
"stay here" he said "I'm getting up and leaving. you OK?"
"yeah, yes"
He pulled the hard weapon of a cock out of my ass and seemingly retreated as if he were elevated away or never there. Not a sound.
I was there in the dark. my heart was still pounding in my ears. Wow. that was hotter than fucking hot!
I still have a hard - on.
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