Date: Sat, 03 Apr 2010 21:21:22 -0400
From: nphillydogg@aol.com
Subject: bridging the gap-7

BRIDGING THE GAP-7

	I left Nick's office feeling hornier than ever. I had sucked the
cock of the boy that had turned my entire life around from the very
beginning, and nearly got caught by his wife. Lord knows what Donna was
saying to him right now behind closed doors? I wondered if she was sniffing
him for my perfume? Or if she was checking his cock for my lipstick?
Lol. How I would love to be a fly on that wall!
	I reached my hand down between my legs as I drove, rubbing my pussy
through my panties as I imaged Nick fucking me. I could still remember how
his cock felt in my ass as a teenage boy, how he used to hold me down and
butt fuck me until he came off inside me, then would switch me off to his
brother (Peter) or one of their friends. My asshole started to pucker
hungrily as I drove, recalling all those wonderful humiliating nights as
their personal cock sucking slave whore.

	I needed cock in me, and I needed it quickly in the worse way. I
decided to head over to dad's job for a mid-morning quickie, hoping to
entice him into doing something kinky on his job with my feminine wilds. I
wasn't sure if he would go for it, seeing how dad was a stickler for doing
the right thing. I know he was something of an old fuddy-duddy, but I was
sure I could get him to fuck me if I could get him alone! All I needed was
a few minutes of privacy. With my mind made up, I headed for his job. I
made a right turn on a red light, then was instantly met with the flashing
lights of the Sheriff behind me in my rearview mirror...
	I pulled over to the side of the road, putting the car in park as I
quickly pulled my panties off and placed them discreetly in my purse. The
Sheriff got out of his car and began to slowly walk towards me, looking
down at my license plate and pausing for a second of recognition before
walking up to the driver's side window. "License, registration and proof or
insurance!" he said firmly.

"Hi Sheriff...!" I said, batting my eyelashes.

"Alex..." said the Sheriff, looking down at me through his dark tented
sunglasses. "...I thought I recognized this beaut..." he said, looking over
mom's old green Rivera. "...Lester let you drive his wife's old car,
eh...?"

"Well..., I needed to run a few errands today, and he had to work..." I
said, throwing my hair back to show off my bosom. Even through his
sunglasses I could tell he was staring at my breasts. I couldn't help
looking at his crotch, wondering what his cock looked like at his age? "Did
I do something wrong...?" I asked, innocently.

"You turned on a red light..." answered the Sheriff, sternly. "...now that
might be okay in a big city like California, but it goes against the rules
here in Madison County!"

"Oh..., I didn't know..." I said, playing the ditzy blonde. "...is there
any way I can get out of getting a ticket...?" I asked, looking back up at
him with my green contacts. When he didn't react, I slowly licked my lips
sensually, suggestion dripping from my lips. "I would just HATE to get a
ticket on poor Lester's wife's car after all these years...!"

"uh..." started the Sheriff, mesmerized by my actions. "...well, uh..." he
said, looking around to make sure we weren't being watched. When he looked
back down at me, I was openly staring at his growing bulge. "...we might be
able to work something out...!" he said with a toothy grin. "Now uh...,
exactly what did you have in mind...?" he asked, leaning into the window
with his right arm against the hood.

"Whatever it takes, officer...!" I said, hiking up my skirt.
	The tension got so thick that you could almost cut it with a
knife. The Sheriff chuckled, then took another quick look around before
slipping his hand into the car between my legs, his head coming right
beside mine.

"What about Lester...?" he asked, sliding his hand into my crotch with his
breath smelling slightly of old whiskey.

"What Lester doesn't know won't hurt him, will it...?" I asked, as his
fingers brushed across my trimmed hairs.
	I saw a shocked look in his expression...

"No panties...?" he asked, rubbing my slit.

"I never wear panties..." I lied, as he pulled his hand up to his mouth and
licked his finger(s), then reached back down and pushed them into my cunt.
	I groaned sluttishly as I bit my lower lip, lifting out of the seat
so he could get his finger in me further.

"You really are a HOT one, aint'cha girl...?" asked the Sheriff, taking off
his hat as he leaned in closer. He watched him lick his lips before
planting his mouth on mine.
	The Sheriff was well in his 50's, about 6' tall with a deep dark
suntan (from being outdoors too often), very thin lips (almost
nonexistent), a 5 o'clock shadow, and short cropped bleached blonde hair. I
could feel his tongue slipping into my mouth, assaulting my taste-buds. I
felt his hand push further into my crotch, reaching his fingers deeper
inside me.

"ummph...!" I moaned into his mouth helplessly, feeling him force spit into
my mouth. I could feel it starting to dribble down the corners of my mouth
as his fingers got rougher.
	I could barely breathe as the Sheriff stuffed his long wet tongue
further into my mouth, swirling it around as if he were searching for
something. Just when I thought I could take no more, he broke the kiss,
ripping his tongue from my mouth as he stared directly into my eyes.

"Lester can't satisfy this hot lil' pussy all by himself, now can he...?"
he asked, grinning behind his glasses. "You need MORE cock in that twat,
don't you girl...?" he asked with a smirk.

"Yes sir..." I said nervously, panting breathlessly from the rough finger
play. With his free hand he began groping himself, massaging his lengthy
hardon through his dark colored uniform pants.

"Get out the car..." he suddenly said, yanking his fingers from my man-made
cunt.

"Anything you say officer..." I said, still playing the helpless role as he
opened the door and put his hand up to his nose to sniff his fingers.
	I cut the engine and got out of the car, unsure what the Sheriff
had in mind.

"Turn around and get up against the car!" he ordered.

"Are you going to arrest me, Sheriff...?" I asked jokingly as I turned
around and gently placed my hands on the hood.

"Actually, yes!" he said, pulling out his handcuffs as he pulled my hands
behind my back and fitted them around my wrists like a common criminal.

"huh...?! What...!" I reacted, trying to resist.
	The Sheriff tightened his cuffs as he pushed himself up against me
and the car, his hardon pressing into my ass as he whispered...

"Maybe you'll make bail before Lester gets off work...!"
	I took that to mean I would have to do something kinky to get set
free. Just as the Sheriff grabbed my arm and started walking me back
towards his cruiser with the flashing lights, I saw a station wagon drive
by (slowly), Maggie Bushwater's (the church's secretary) mouth gaped open
in utter shock as he rode by.

	I was taken to the County Jail. As soon as I walked in, the Deputy
turned around from typing paperwork into the computer. I instantly
recognized him as Mackie, my old childhood friend from school (my, how he
had grown into a handsome man). "Sherriff...?" he called, looking up in
surprise as I was brought into the station in handcuffs. "...isn't that
misses Wilkinson...?" he asked, already knowing who I was (that's life in a
small town).

"Yeah..., she ran a stop light..." explained the Sheriff, pushing me
(roughly) down in a chair beside the Deputy's desk. "...book her!"

"uh...okay...!" said the Deputy, clearing whatever he was doing on the
computer.
	I waited (unsure what was happening) as the Sherriff disappeared
into his office. "uh..., miss Wilkinson..., I'm gonna, uh..., I'm gonna
need your full name, place of birth, and social security number...!" said
the Deputy nervously, trying to keep his eyes respectfully off my
cleavage. I could tell he was one of those Dudley Do-right `good ole boys',
the kind of sweet innocent `nice guy next door' types that the girl in the
movies never seem to notice until the end of the story after she's been HAD
and fucked over by most of the town's bad boys! If I recalled correctly, me
and Mackie were pretty good friends back in elementary school, that was
until the day I asked to see his penis during recess and stuck it in my
mouth!
	We seemed to drift apart after that.

uh, officer...?" I said in my sweetest, most purest, innocent sounding
voice.

"Deputy..." he corrected. "...Deputy Makavey! Mackie for short!" he
blushed.

"Mackie..." I rephrased, flinging the hair from my chest so he could get a
better view of my bosom. "...do these handcuffs have to be so tight...?" I
asked, hunching forward to show more cleavage. "I mean..., it's not like
I'm an escaped convict or anything...!" I smiled.

"Oh, yeah..., uh..." he started, looking back at the Sheriff's
office. "...let me loosen those for you a bit...!" he offered.

"Thank you...!" I said, watching as he stood up (his crotch right in my
face) and bent over me and reached behind me and unlock my cuffs.
	I (accidently [of course]) pressed my face into his groin,
pretending as if it was his fault. "Oh...! I'm sorry ma'am...!" he said,
stepping back a few inches as he continued to fondle with the cuffs. I
could see a lump beginning to form in his trousers as I quickly shoved my
face into it again. This time the Deputy didn't move when he felt my mouth
gumming the outline of his cock mound. I thought I heard a soft moan from
him when the Sheriff suddenly came back into the room.

"Mackie!" he yelled, causing the poor guy to nearly shit his pants. "Get
that prisoner down to lockup, NOW!"

"Yes sir!" said the Deputy, grabbing my arm to escort me down into the
basement. "I'm sorry ma'am..., I'll have to get that information from you
later...!"
	Mackie escorted me downstairs into the basement lockup where they
kept all the jail cells. It was a small holding area with only 4 small
cells (all empty of course). As soon as the Deputy put me in my cell and
closed the bars on me, he made me turn my back to him so he could un-cuff
me. As the cuffs slipped off my sore wrists, I reached back between his
legs and felt for his cock. Sure enough it was still hard. I groped it with
my fingers, longing to see it out in the open when the Sheriff came down
and broke up our little party.

"That's enough, Deputy..." said the Sheriff, standing in the stairwell
watching. "...you can go back upstairs now...!"

"Yes sir!" answered Mackie, taking off like a guilty suspect being set
free.
	The Sheriff walked over to my cell, then stopped directed in front
of me.

"So..., how do you like your new accommodations...?" he asked, with his
hands folded behind his back in `at ease' stance.

"How long will I have to stay here...?" I asked, thinking this role play
was going too far.

"Well that would depend on how..., cooperative you are...!" said the
Sheriff. "You might be here well into dinner...!"

"Dinner...?" I asked, knowing that was hours away. I had been hoping the
Sheriff would be good enough to get a few feels and gropes, and be about my
business. Now however...!

"We don't have a lot in the way of meals around here..." he continued, his
eyes still hidden behind his dark sunglasses he wore even into the
basement. I watched him lower his hand down over his crotch, massaging his
bulge. "...I'm afraid we don't serve anything but meat and protein!"

"My two favorites!" I glee, knowing where he was going with this.

"I thought so...!" was all the Sheriff said before unzipping his pants and
stepping up to the bars.
	He pulled his long pale flaccid cock from his trousers, letting it
fall out over his zipper like a dead white snake. He pressed his crotch up
to the bars, pushing his soft penis through the rails. I reached down to
caress it, petting and stroking it like a pet before finally getting down
on my knees to see it up close and personal.

	The Sheriff waited patiently as I stroked his cock, leaning in to
kiss it playfully as it started to grow and fatten in my delicate hands. I
continued to lick my tongue up and down the sides, tickling the head and
underbelly before taking it between my lips. The Sheriff's cock tasted
slight salty of stale piss, but I ignored it as I continued sucking, taking
more and more of his white snake into my mouth. "Yes..., that's it girl...,
suck my cock...!" hissed the old man, his dick never actually achieving
full erection.
	I sucked and slurped my way up and down the rubbery shaft, trying
to get it harder as I took him into my throat. The Sheriff sighed, tossing
back his head blissfully as I left lipstick marks around his cock base. I
pulled back slowly, dragging my lips along the shaft until I was once again
sucking the uncut head. The Sheriff looked back down at me, seeming
disinterested as his dick remained rubbery hard. I did my best sucking him,
pulling out all the stops yet his cock still never fully ballooned. I was
beginning to think maybe I was doing something wrong when he suddenly
reached between the bars and grabbed my head. I looked up at him as he
pulled my face down into his hairy crotch, sheathing his entire cock back
down into my throat. Just then I felt a flex in his dick, then felt a small
trickle of fluid squirt into my throat. At first I thought it was cum, but
then the flood gates opened as a stream of rancid urine suddenly started
pouring down my throat.

	My eyes widened in total shock and disbelief as the piss stream
poured into me. I struggled to pull back from his cock, but he locked his
strong hands in my hair, keeping me in place. With his cock lodged midway
down my throat, I was forced to allow the urine flow to continue, running
down my open throat like a water faucet, filling my tiny stomach to
capacity.
	Only when the Sheriff was sure he was finished peeing did he
release my head, allowing me to face backwards on my butt as I wiped the
piss dribbles from my chiney chin chin. "You bastard...!" I shouted,
legitimately pissed (or should I say angry)! The Sheriff merely laughed,
tucked his dead snake, then walked away. I remained on the floor, feeling
misused and ashamed when I suddenly heard footsteps...

"Miss Wilkinson..., you alright...?" asked Mackie, coming back to my
rescue.
	He saw me lying on the floor, and quickly unlocked the cage to help
me up to the cot. I put on a show, crying fake tears and acting overly
helpless (guys love that). "I saw the Sheriff leave..., he was laughing as
if he had done something...funny, to you...! Are you okay...?"

"I want to go home...!" I said to Mackie, burying my head in his chest. He
seemed stunned, but didn't shoe me away. I felt his arms cradle me
reluctantly, making me feel safe and secure. After a few minutes I could
see a definite bulge in his pants. I reached down to caress it, feeling him
flinch as if I had just pinched him. "I'm sorry..." I said, my head still
in his chest. "...did I do something wrong...?"

"No..." he said politely. "...but..., I'm engaged...!" he said, almost
apologetic.

"That's okay..." I said, unzipping his trousers. "...I don't want to date
you..., I just want to suck your cock...!"

"Oh god..." gasped Mackie, as I reached into his uniform pants and pulled
out his hefty cock.
	It wasn't as I remembered it. It was now much bigger, longer,
harder, and thicker than I recalled. When I stick little Mackie's dick in
my mouth as a kid, it was the first time for both of us, now years later, I
was getting a second chance.

	I bent forward at the waist, then took his pinkish/peach cock head
between my lips. I heard deputy Mackie moan as I sucked the head and
swirled my tongue about the column like a tornado. Mackie sat completely
still, afraid to move as I lowered my head, taking more of his delightful
cock into my mouth. In one shot I buried his meat in my throat, nestling my
face in his groin as my long beautiful blonde hair fell all around me. I
felt Mackie grip my shoulder as I churned his cock around in my throat
before slowly I pulling back up, dragging my lips up the iron clad shaft.
	His cock was wonderful (what a real cock was supposed to be). I
went back down on it, taking it all the way before bobbing my head up and
down. Mackie gasped and groaned as I sucked him, slurping my lips along the
cock shaft, polishing the entire column with spit. After a few minutes I
crawled down onto my knees, wedging myself between his legs as I continued
to suck. I moaned softly around his cock, loving the way it felt as I took
it into my well trained throat again and again. I could feel Mackie's cock
pulse and throb with excitement. I knew it was only a matter of time before
I was drinking his sperm (finally). But just when I thought I was going to
get my gift, Mackie grabbed my face and pulled me up from his cock. The
shinny spit wet phallus fell from my sucking lips, causing me to groan in
disappointment.

	Mackie took my face in his hands, then leaned in and kissed me,
planting his own lips against mine. I was completely taken by the
unexpected gesture, feeling his tongue borrow into my mouth. I got up on my
knees between his legs, pressing my body against his as his cock got
trapped between us. Feeling an overwhelming urge to feel him inside me, I
broke our kiss, lifted my dress, spit onto my finger, massaged them down
across my vagina, then climbed up on top of him.
	Mackie looked panic struck (but didn't protest) as I aimed his cock
upright, then lowered my cunt down on it. "Ooooohhh godddd..." he groaned,
sinking inside me. I closed my eyes and felt his manhood stretching me,
filling me completely.

	Once I managed to bury his cock all the way, I ground our crotches
together, then started riding him. Mackie closed his eyes as well, torn
between pulling me off of him, an fucking me silly. His reluctance is what
kept us screwing as I continued to bounce on top of him, fucking my cunt on
his cock.
	Mackie (sitting upright with his back against the jail wall) pulled
the top of my dress down, exposing my bare breasts. He took one into his
mouth and began sucking, nursing on the nipple as if expecting it to give
milk. I loved feeling his mouth on my tits as I fucked him. I rode him
harder, feeling his manly hands all over my ass. I pulled his face up from
nursing my tit, then kissed him again, this time with more passion, more
depth. Mackie moaned in my mouth, loving the feeling of my cunt around his
cock. I pulled he sideways until he had me lying on the cot on my back, my
legs spread around him as he reburied his cock inside me. In this position
he had the power, fucking me as deep and hard as he wanted. I could feel
his hips slapping into me, driving his cock 8 inches deep with every
plunge. We continued to kiss as we fucked, his tongue dripping saliva into
my mouth which I quickly drank between panted breathes.

	Mackie picked up the pace, slamming his hips into me with stronger
strides. The cot squeaked and creaked with every thrust, signifying our
actions as he broke the kiss and buried his face in my neck. The fuck
thrusts got harder and rougher as he began building for climax. I could
feel his cock jamming deep inside me, banging into the back wall of my
vagina with every inward stroke. I clung to his body like a life preserver,
feeling him bang into me with increasing urgency. After about 5 full
minutes of unbridle passion, he rammed all the way in and froze. I knew
what that meant as he threw his head back and groaned like a man who had
just been tackled by a pro football player.

"AARRRHHHHHH...!!" he screamed as the cum shot out of him, gushing into my
man-made hole in a series of violent spurts.
	I could feel Mackie's body tremble all over as he came, his hips
pressing the last few precious inches inside me, making sure he didn't
disconnect while he came. I could feel his cock jerking inside my body,
pumping me full of fresh cop cum.
	Immediately after his body went weak as he lay his dead weight
against me. I hugged my arms around his back, holding him closer to me
until he finally finished cumming inside me.

"I..., I'm sorry..." he apologized, lifting up off of me
afterwards. "...I...I didn't mean to cum inside you like that...!"

"It's okay..." I said, smiling up at him as he removed his spent penis and
got to his feet.

"I'd uh..." he said, looking awkward. "...I'd better get back upstairs..."

"Okay." I said, lifting up on my elbows as he tucked his cock back into his
pants and zipped up.

"I'll uh..., I'll see what the Sheriff has planned for you, and see if I
can't get him to set you free...!" said Mackie, backing out of the
cell. "Running a red light should only have a small fine..., I'll see if I
could set it and have you out of here within the hour...!"

"Thank you, Mackie...!" I said, smiling sweetly.
	Deputy Mackie closed and locked the gate, then paused...

"This here..., --what happened between us..." he started to say, looking at
me between the bars. "...will stay just between US, right? I mean..., I AM
engaged...!"

"Of course!" I said, assuredly.

"Okay...!" smiled Mackie, feeling better. I laid back down on the cot as I
listened to him walk away. My vagina was feeling raw and well used. I
reached down and began playing with it (running my fingers over the
secreting lips), when I suddenly had the feeling I wasn't alone. I looked
up over my breasts to find the Sheriff staring down at me. Grinning.

"So I see you managed to seduce my deputy...!" he said, unlocking my cell
door. I sat up in bed, unsure what the old (soft cock) man wanted. "Don't
be shy now..., show it to me..." he said, coming into my cell. "...show me
the load!"
	So THAT was the Sheriff's thing, he was kinky!

	I laid back on the small cot, the opened my legs. The Sheriff got
down onto the floor beside me, wanting to get a better look at my cummy
cunt. I watched as he leaned in, then ran his thumb over the slightly
ravished lips, smearing Mackie's sperm over the thumbprint.
	The Sheriff bought his thumb up to his nose and sniffed. I watched
a peaceful expression wash over his otherwise intense face before he
suddenly sucked the thumb into his mouth, sucking off the sperm
smears. What happened next wasn't completely unexpected as he pushed my
closest leg into the air to make room for his head, then pressed his face
down between my legs and began lapping at my cum filled cunt. I could feel
his warm tongue licking across the lips, tasting the sperm which secreted
from inside. I tried not to judge as I watched him suck my pussy, getting
more aggressive as his tongue darted into my cunt hold for more of Mackie's
cream.

"MMmmmm..." moaned the Sheriff, jerking himself off as he ate me. I peered
down over the edge of the bed to see his cock rock hard now. He stroked and
stroked himself (sucking out as much of the cum as his suctioning mouth
could gather) until he was ready to climax. When his orgasm finally hit, he
quickly stood up, grabbed me by a fistful of my beautiful long blonde hair,
then jacked off all over my upturned face.
	I could feel the cum drops sprinkle against me like a spring shower
as his liquid watery load cascaded all over me.

	Once his load was spent, he lowered his shrinking cock head into my
mouth, feeding me the last few droplets. He shook and shuddered for several
minutes as I sucked out the rest. When he was done, he let go of my hair,
then tucked his dead snake back into his uniform trousers. "You're free to
go, miss Wilkinson..." he said, turning towards the open cell
door. "...don't let me catch you running red lights again!"


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