Date: Tue, 28 Jul 2009 19:08:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: TJ <nsa_top@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bisexual / Encounters / DIRT Bagged

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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