“Well, I guess the wolves have caught their hare,” she said, sitting up on her knees. “What will they do with her?”
Hungry eyes looked down at her as both men stood, stroking themselves in the moonlight. Coming closer, like druids in some forbidden ritual, they rubbed their cocks against her cheeks. Bella felt the cold splotches of precut against her face. She took each man in hand and began stroking him.
Bella grabbed Sean tightly by the base of his root and squeezed him down his length to his head, extracting all his pre-cum. She was pleased as his head glistened with the precious fluid, and she took him into her mouth and cleaned it off.
Her other hand did the same with Ivan, pulling a generous glob of pre-cum to the tip of his dick. His seed was thicker than Sean’s, meaning he’d probably been backed up longer than his fellow firefighter. She swirled her tongue around his head, swiping at the soft tissue under his glans.
Grunting, Ivan looked down into her eyes as she cleaned the pre-cum from his rod. He pushed her down in the grass and kneeled next to her face. His massive cock hung down to lay across her face, steam rising from her saliva.
At her southern end, Sean was still hungry for her. His cock hard and his balls heavy between his legs, he was on all fours. Without warning, he buried his face in her muff.
Bella moaned loudly, her open mouth inviting Ivan’s cock in. She looked up into his eyes and saw how badly he wanted and needed her. Her hand went to Sean’s hair, roughly grabbing a handful and grinding her pussy on his hungry mouth. She couldn’t tell if his noises were consenting or protesting, but his tongue didn’t slow it’s explorations.
She released Ivan’s manhood and got up on all fours. She pushed Sean, knocking him on his ass. His manhood swung in the moonlight, and she brought him into her mouth. Her hand went to Sean’s balls, coaxing him to empty them of seed.
Ivan mounted her from behind. No words were exchanged, just a sound that could only really be described as a growl. Grabbing her hips, he positioned the head of hit meaty cock against her opening.
Servicing Sean, Bella felt Ivan’s presence behind her, his masculine posture against her feminine submission. His hands on her hips signaled a primitive confidence, and the head of his cock pressed against her opening. Bella savored the sweet delight of his thick member stretching her pussy lips to their widest and plunging past them.
He bucked his hips into her, slamming like a wild animal needing to satisfy it’s urges. He pulled her back against him, bottoming out inside her and knocking on her cervix.
Bella released Sean’s cock, unable to service him properly while Ivan rammed into her wildly. She looked at him through half-lidded eyes and he locked eyes with her. His hands worked his cock, keeping it hard in the cold night air.
Bella’s head snapped back as Ivan pulled on her hair, ploughing her fertile fields with all his might. She knew he was lost to some primitive instinct like she was. The moonlight, the soft grass, the cool night air. How many times had this played out through human history? Naked carefree rutting under the stars, with no worries about the past or future.
Ivan swung forward one last time, his balls swinging forward and slapping Bella’s clit before contracting upwards. She felt his cock pulse, a spasm that nearly lifted her off the grassy floor of the field.
Spurts of his seed emptied into her, and he grunted in relief, his orgasm subsiding and his balls lighter. He collapsed on the grass of the glade, his cock falling out of her and wiping a trail of cum across her ass. He lay breathing, looking up at the stars.
Still looking back at him, she was flopped onto her back by Sean’s strong hands. She looked up into his face, his scar hidden by the shadow of the moonlight. His face looking down at her showed no emotion. Even as his cock penetrated her, his face was calm and savage.
He easily slid to the hilt inside her. He began slamming his hips down into her, fucking her with wild abandon. On every downswing, his balls slapped her ass. His mouth went down to her breasts, eagerly sucking on her ample tits. Bella’s nails scratched long, deep tracks into his back.
Sean’s mouth clamped down on one nipple, sending Bella over the edge.
On her back, being pumped by this stud naked in the middle of a clearing, she came hard. She howled in ecstasy. Bella couldn’t take her eyes off the bright stars above them, silently passing overhead and giving their tacit approval to this act. Her sex twitched and flooded, sending a slick downpour all over Sean’s working member.
Sean couldn’t resist the milking sensation of Bella’s hungry pussy, and he slowed his rutting as he nutted inside her. His seed mixed with that of his fellow firefighter, and he groaned as his cock finished pumping it’s sticky load into her. He fell to the side, panting and looking up at the sky.
All three savored their post coital bliss for a few moments. But soon, the cool night air became colder, their bodies no longer smashing together to generate heat. They slowly stood and walked back to the SUV, no words necessary.
Once back inside and wearing clothes, Bella felt the norms and conventions of society get re-established.
“Gosh, I’m starving…” Bella said. Her two companions concurred, and they drove on, eager to make it to the station.
JASON TITLE PAGE
Jason
(BBW And The Firefighters 3)
by
Becca Fanning
JASON
Bella looked out the window of the big SUV as it drove up the gravel driveway. Ivan and Sean, her voracious lovers from the night before, were in the front seats. The morning sun was coming up over the horizon, their morning spent partially sleeping in a rest-stop two hours back.
As they pulled up to the gate to the remote fire station, Sean said, “What the fuck?”
Ivan grunted.
“What?” Bella asked.
“It’s open. It shoulda been closed an’ locked ’til we open ‘er up,” Ivan said. Shrugging he drove through the open gate and further down a gravel driveway.
Through the trees, Bella could make out the remote fire station. She was taken aback by the irony of a fire station being made of wood, but kept her thoughts to herself. The most massive log cabin she’d ever seen took form as they got closer.
As they pulled up to the front, they saw a pair of guys unpacking equipment from some cars on the side of the driveway. Pulling up behind them, Ivan put the SUV in park and they all got out.
“What are you fuckers doing here?” Sean called out at the two other men.
One of them, putting down his gear, walked up to Sean. “Hey Gullet, how ya been?” he asked, shaking Sean’s hand vigorously. “What are you and Tiyenovich doing here?”
“We’re up on cleaning duty,” Ivan responded.
“Ahh, you might wanna check back in at home base. Wires got crossed. It’s me and Pullo this time,” the man said, gesturing at the other guy walking up.
“God dammit,” Ivan said, “And we drove all that way. What a clusterfuck.” He addressed Sean, “I’ll call back to the station.” He walked off to make the phone call.
“And who’s your guest?” the man asked. Without waiting for a response, he took Bella’s hand in his, “My name is Jason.” His deep green eyes were captivating, his broad lumberjack shoulders enticing. His shoulder length light brow hair fell carelessly around his face. Thick eyebrows lined his brow, giving Bella the distinct impression that this is what gladiators in ancient Rome must have looked like.
“Bella,” she said, her stomach a-flutter. “I’m here to help however I can.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Bella. This scoundrel walking up behind me is Kyle,” he said grinning.
“Oh, I’m a scoundrel now?” Kyle said, punching Jason in the arm. Kyle was taller, though both men cleared six feet. He wasn’t as broad in the shoulders, but his arms were very well defined. He brown eyes and brown hair, and his thick stubble denoted a naughty side. Somewhat unkempt, somewhat wild. He winked at Bella, oozing confidence.
“Hell yes you are. You don’t lose at poker. That means you must be cheating,” Jason said matter-of-factly. “Hence, thou art a scoundrel.”
“You don’t lose at poker?” Bella asked.
“What can I say? Born lucky,” Kyle responded, flashing her his pearly whites.
“Luck don’t last forever,” Bella quipped, returning the smile.
“Fuuuuuuuuuck.” Ivan moaned behind them. “Yeah, we’re on rotation for engine maintenance back at the HQ, Sean.” He looked at Bella, “We’re headed back to Libby.”
“Or you could stay here,” Jason said. “But it’s a little rough around the edges here.”
Ivan and Sean grinned at each other, “Oh,” Ivan said, “I think she’ll do just fine.”
Jason shot a quizzical look to Kyle, who shrugged back.
“Yeah, I think a little time out here would do me some good,” Bella stated.
Her decision made, she got her things from the SUV, gave Ivan and Sean goodbye hugs, and let Jason give her a tour of the log cabin station. He explained that the building was over a hundred years old, and it had always been a fire station, except back then it was horse and buggy, not an engine.
She followed him through the roomy warm building, dropping her things off in their shared sleeping quarters.
“So what would you like me to help out with?” she asked.
“I’m not too sure, Bella. What do you think you’re best qualified for?” Jason responded.
“I know my way around a kitchen, so I can go get that ready,” she suggested.
“Right on!” he said, raising his hand up.
Laughing, Bella high five him, for what was probably the third high five she’d given in her life. Shaking her head, she walked down to the kitchen to see the state of affairs.
On her hands and knees, Bella was scrubbing out a cabinet that had been neglected for far too long. Though they would probably be content with just avoiding the dust, she wanted better for them. Kitchen hygiene was important: food should be safe AND delicious.
Her knees began to complain, and she blushed as she remembered what transpired the night before when she was in this position. Sean in her mouth, Ivan behind her. She paused and relived a little bit of that.
“Hard at work?” a voice called out.
Startled, Bella bumped her head on the top of the cabinet.then came out to see Kyle grinning down at her.
“When was the last time this place was cleaned? It’s egregious,” she complained, rubbing her head.
“Well, it’s a communal firehouse. There’s not enough need to dedicate a whole fire company here, so a bunch of different counties take turns,” he said.
“And no one wants to be the ones who clean up,” Bella said.
“Bingo!” Kyle said, leaning back and looking out the window. “Besides, it’s so beautiful here. There’s a stream we can fish trout out of nearby, and some of the guys hunt deer out here as well. Who wants to spend their time cleaning?”
“Anyone who doesn’t want to get salmonella or e-coli, for one.” She said, standing up and stretching her back.
“Touch,” Kyle said. “Look, I’m not here to bust your balls. You’re out here to help us out, Thank you, sincerely.”
“You’re welcome. Sincerely,” Bella said.
“Holy shit! This place looks great!” Jason said, walking into the kitchen. He rubbed a finger along one of the clean counters and was amazed at the lack of dust. “I don’t think it’s ever been this clean.”
“Just needed a woman’s magic touch,” Kyle said, giving Bella an appreciative nod.
Bella stood and looked out the window, the late afternoon sun overhead. She stretched, rubbing the small of her back. “I think that’s enough for today,” she said, glancing around the rustic but clean kitchen.
“Did you check on the generator?” Jason asked Kyle.
“Yessir. Started right up.”
“The Honda? It didn’t give you an issue?”
“Nope,” Kyle replied,
“It always acts up on me. You must have a magic touch or something,” Jason said, shaking his head.
“Just lucky,” Kyle said.
“I want to see this luck in practice. I assume there’s a deck of cards in this place,” Bella said, wiping her brow.
“This is a fire station dear, of course there’s cards,” Jason said. “Even got a dedicated poker table in the common room. Not much else to do out here.”
“How about you two…” Bella said, passing her finger between them, “get it set up while I go shower?”
Showered and refreshed, Bella walked back down into the common room, where Kyle and Jason had set up and cleaned off the round table. A bucket of ice with bottles of beer sat off to the side. A bowl of mini chocolate bars was also on the table. The handful of wrappers in front of Kyle was evidence of a sweet tooth.
Bella took a seat and grabbed the deck of cards from the middle of the table. She began shuffling. “The game is Texas Hold ‘Em. Stakes?”
“Uhh…” Kyle muttered, looking to Jason.
“Dealer’s choice,” Jason said, looking at Bella.
“Fine,” she said. “I doubt any of us have enough cash on hand to make this interesting, we’ll have to improvise.” She grabbed the bowl of lilliputian chocolate bars and dumped them on the table. She began dividing them into three equal piles. “Big blind will be 2 bars, small blind one bar.”
Jason and Kyle both nodded, taking their piles of chocolates. Immediately, Kyle unwrapped one and popped it in his mouth.
“Dumbass,” Jason chided.
“What? Oh,” Kyle said regretfully. “No matter,” he recovered. “I think luck’s in my favor tonight.” He winked at Bella.
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Kyle wasn’t winking anymore. He looked down as Bella’s arms went into the middle to grab the pot. Jason slammed his hand down in front of him.
“How..?” Kyle managed.
“Guess your luck isn’t all it’s cracked up to be,” she said, sending him a wink to rub it in. She stacked her bars and looked over at Jason.
Jason sighed and leaned back, his pile of chocolates gone as well. “Well,” he said, “I guess that’s it.”
“What do you mean?” Bella asked.
“We’re tapped out. Nothing left to bet,” Kyle said.
“Nonsense,” Bella said, sipping her third beer. “You’ve got your clothes.”
“Wait, what?” Kyle asked. “You’re not serious.”
“Oh, she’s serious,” Jason said, looking at Bella. His eyes lingered over her body, obviously undressing her in his mind. He took his time enjoying the way her ample bust threatened to burst out of her top. “I’m in,” he said. His hand went under the table briefly to adjust himself.
“Brave man,” Bella said, then looked over at Kyle. “What about you Kyle? Man or mouse?” she said, smiling around her beer bottle.
“Fine, I’m in,” Kyle said. “But no chickening’ out once you’re in your skivvies!”
Bella kicked a shoe off one foot with a flourish. It sailed across the room and noisily clattered against a wall. Her stocking covered foot found it’s way into Kyle’s crotch. “Me chickening out is the last thing you have to worry about, Kyle.”
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