Trust

by Alice May Ball

  “I hope you won’t mind Joe, Mrs. Harper, he’s new to our truck company.”

  I realized that I was picking at the hem of my skirt. My knees were unsteady as I invited the two firemen into my home, but I didn’t buckle and, as it was still a balmy afternoon, I showed Clint and Joe through the bright kitchen to sit out by the pool.

  Clint said, “Matter of fact, we’ve been learning that Joe’s new to quite a few things, isn’t that right, Joe?”

  “Aw, knock it off, Clint. Mrs. Harper doesn’t want to hear about any of that nonsense. Don’t listen to him, Mrs. Harper, he’s just f… firetruckin’ around.”

  I told Clint, “Clint, it isn’t friendly to tease the new boy while he’s still finding his feet.”

  Clint said, “He’s OK, Mrs. Harper, really. We’re a pretty tight team and, you know, we have to be. We need to depend on each other in dangerous situations, so there’s just no room for little secrets, and that’s something that Joe is learning about. Right, Joe?”

  “Yeah, really. It’s OK. Clint and some of the other guys, just trying to get to know me, were trying to figure out about whether I was straight hetero, gay, or bi. And I said that I didn’t know yet.”

  “You see, Mrs. Harper, Joe’s so much under wraps, he hasn’t even come out to himself yet.”

  “Well, I’m not gay, Mrs. Harper.”

  “No, Joe?”

  “No, I’m either bi or I’m straight. I know that I love women.”

  “I bet women love you, too, Joe,” I said, and he looked down as he blushed.

  “But I get feelings for men, too, Mrs. Harper.”

  “Well, you have plenty of time to experiment. And plenty of opportunities, no doubt.”

  Clint chimed in, “Oh, yes, ma’am, he has plenty of opportunities.”

  I asked if they would like tea, coffee, juice, or beers with the cake, and they chose beer, so I put out beers and frosted glasses for us all, then I went inside to fetch the cake.

  Returning from the kitchen to the deck with the cake, plates, and cutlery, I saw the two boys pulling away from each other hastily. Joe was flushed, and although the two men had pulled their bodies apart from each other, Joe still couldn’t quite take his eyes from Clint’s glistening mouth. They both were breathing hard. “Boys, you don’t need to break off on my account, I didn’t mean to interrupt you, I’m sorry. I can leave the cake here, and let you have some privacy.” I put the cake down and was about to leave, when Clint said,

  “No, Mrs. Harper, don’t go, please. We were just kissing, and I wouldn’t want to embarrass you.”

  “Oh, I’m not embarrassed, I think it’s pretty exciting, in fact. You two look as though you may have just kissed each other for the first time.”

  With an uncertain smile, Joe said, “Not only. I just kissed a man for the first time, Mrs. Harper.”

  I said, “Joe, that’s thrilling.”

  “You really think so?”

  “I do, Joe. Don’t you? I think that’s really hot. How was it?”

  “I wasn’t sure how it would be, but now, I think it’s pretty hot, too.”

  “Well,” said the bigger, red-headed man, “how about a second helping then? Do you mind if Mrs. Harper watches us?”

  “Oh, no.” Joe said, “If Mrs. Harper wanted to watch, that would be really hot.”

  “Joe, I would really love to watch you two great, hunky guys get a hot tongue-tango going on.”

  With a gleam in his eye, Clint said to me, “These things can get out of hand, though, you know that it could lead to inappropriate behavior.”

  “Oh, Clint, I hope that it does. Don’t you, Joe?”

  Joe turned his head back toward Clint as he said, “I’m counting on it, Mrs. Harper.”

  “I smell something burning. I think I need a firefighter.”

  Slowly their necks bent together and their lips locked. The sighs that rose from the two men’s heaving chests were low and hungry, and it made me hot just hearing them. Their hands gripped on each other’s ribs, pressed onto their massive heaving chests, snaked around each other’s necks and then the two men were holding each other’s heads, and swaying together. The sounds of heat and hunger groaned out of the chasm of their locked mouths. The two pairs of hips pressed and slid against one another. Through the straining bulges at the front of their jeans, I could see their considerable cocks necking, rubbing and raising friction together against the rough fabric. The men breathed harder and more noisily with each beating stroke.

  Clint’s hand came up to grasp Joe’s chin, and both men’s eyes half opened as their kiss deepened. Joe’s hands ran down Clint’s back, gripping and tracing the curves of his spine, the cinch of his waist, straying around to tease and stroke the bulge of his cock, before reaching back to grab the clenching cheeks of Clint’s ass.

  Joe pulled Clint’s hips into his own, and he ground against them, gasping as he rocked his pelvis hard into Clint, scraping their hard cocks together and making them strain even more through their jeans. Clint spun Joe around.

  Now they both were facing me, and Clint stood behind Joe, his cock grinding into the ass of Joe’s jeans. Clint’s hands were on Joe’s hard trunk, and tugging up the t-shirt out of Joe’s jeans and dragging it up his body, revealing hard ripples of taut muscled flesh, and showing a thrilling plunge of black hair leading to Joe’s navel and downward, pointing like direction arrows and slipping beneath his belt.

  Joe’s arm lifted up and behind him to the back of Clint’s head, and Clint’s mouth sunk onto Joe’s shoulder. As Clint spread his hand over Joe’s groin, stretched and squeezed over his cock and finally began to pull Joe’s belt open, thick, guttural moans burst from Joe’s throat. Joe grunted at each one of his fly buttons as Clint yanked them open, deliberately, one at a time. As the fly of Joe’s jeans came open, they parted to reveal white cotton, under strain. Behind his soft, white underwear, his thick, long cock was pressing forward, pulsing to escape. The scents of the two men rose and mingled, hot, dark and musky. My own fingers were meandering and quietly finding their way up along the insides of my thighs.

  Clint moaned as his big, strong hand hefted the weight of Joe’s fat erection through the white cotton, and Joe released a long sigh as Clint’s thumb and finger took the shaft, tension forming as he tugged downward, then up. With his other hand behind Joe, Clint slid Joe’s jeans and his white underpants down at the back, until the great, round, tensing muscles of Joe’s buttocks were exposed, and Clint was able to feel them, to run his hands over them, to heft them apart, and to track into the crack between them. The look on Joe’s face changed, his eyebrows lifted, his lips parted and were traced by the lick of his tongue, and Clint was clearly finding his way with his fingers into Joe’s ass. With a tube from his pocket, Clint lubed his fingers.

  When Joe felt the cool gel touch his hot skin, his eyes opened wide and he said to Clint, “Oh, you came prepared.”

  “I was a Boy Scout. I’m always prepared, and ready to do my best.” I could see from the way Joe’s eyes stretched wider then, that the lube had helped soften and prepare Joe’s star, and Clint’s fingers had begun slipping in. As Joe began to fold forward, Clint’s other hand came to finally free Joe’s cock from the tent of those pants. Joe moaned deeply and a faint scent of precum perfumed the air as the huge hose sprang free. It was a magnificent cock, proud with a slight upward curve, and its dark head glistening slick with precum, splendid with angry lust.

  I couldn’t watch these two beautiful, sinuous men in their growing passion and keep my hands out of my own clothes.

  My urge was to rip my dress right down the front until it hung like a rag, then snap my lacy bra to let my gorgeous mounds of womanly breasts heave and burst free, and to tear the crotch out of my expensive, sheer panties, soaked as they were in the juice of my aching, burning, thrumming sex. Then I would be ready to stuff Joe’s wonderful cock between my soft, hot breasts, onto my moist, eager tongue, down my gasping throat, and in through the aching
petals of my yearning, wet sex. Seeing the torture of pleasure and lust playing across Joe’s face made me want really badly to feel a huge cock like his, forcing its way between my soft, round buttocks and ramming up into my ass, too.

  But I didn’t want to interrupt the two boys nor, truthfully, did I want to lose the electric charge that I had from the fabulous picture of Clint, leaning now over Joe’s back, one hand guiding his cock into Joe’s ready ass, the other slowly stroking Joe’s cock, just a couple of feet in front of my moistening face. Reflections of sunlight bounced off the pool and spilled to dapple the glistening, golden skin of the two men with a glow of natural power and purity. Joe’s moan stretched and became a growl as I contented myself with allowing my fingers to play inside my wet panties, to trace and part my lips there, to reach up inside me and to tease, nuzzle and rub around my aching, yearning clit.

  My thighs trembled and my knees shook, and I had to settle myself deep into the chair behind me. That brought me almost eye to eye with the head of Joe’s throbbing cock. I dragged the crotch of my panties aside. Seeing Joe’s thick shaft so near, encircled in Clint’s pumping hand, had me on a tingling edge for some time, as my fingers rubbed more and more firmly, around and behind and above my wet pearl with a quickening rhythm, making my blood race.

  The entry of Clint’s cock into Joe’s ass must have been complete, as Clint was now sliding his hips back and forth, slapping into Joe’s butt and Joe moaned and growled in a feral rhythm.

  Then Joe cried out as he folded forward and dropped his hands onto his knees.

  Clint said, “Get on the floor. Get on your knees.”

  Joe rose back up and said, “You get on the floor. I’m going to ride you, bronco.”

  “I told you, get on your knees,” and an evil grin spread across his lips as he shoved Joe forward.

  The two men laughed, and Joe said, “You know that I’m going to make you pay for this.”

  “I’m counting on watching you try, partner.” Clint laughed as Joe got to his hands and knees, his jeans and his pants now down to reveal the massive cords of his powerful thighs. His head was almost between my open legs, and his breath fanned and thrilled my thighs. Keeling behind him, Clint slid the rail of his hard, red cock back into Joe’s ass. Riding the beat of Clint’s hips, Joe’s ass bucked and his back arched and flexed, his head bowing and rearing.

  Joe shook and yelled, more and louder, as he felt the pounding of that hard cock slamming into his butt, driving him on through pain and on to pleasure and nearer to orgasm. In rhythm with his groans, Joe’s thighs clenched and released, and he slammed his butt back into Clint’s hips, harder and harder.

  As the beat sped up and became more frantic, Clint shouted and groaned, and his anguished eyes opened and searched into mine. I could see that he was ready to come, but struggling to hold back for Joe’s orgasm. Splashes and waves of sensation drove me ever closer toward the edge of a coming climax, too, as my fingers plunged up inside me and strained for that awesome spot at the front. How much of this could we all stand? For me, there could never be enough. Seeing those two strong men just inches away, watching them wrestle and pummel each other to ecstasy, I was tipping, tipping.

  As Joe looked up, his face screwed up with exquisite strain and his neck muscles bulged and reddened. His eyes opened slightly, and he caught sight of my fingers pulling apart the drenched lips of my aching puss and squeezing at the sides of my clit.

  “Look at that juicy, dripping, pink pussy, Joe. I bet you can smell it from there.”

  With a shout, Joe’s head shot forward and his mouth plunged onto my hot, throbbing pussy. The magical mass of his shape-shifting tongue shoved into me, and his wetness and mine met. I couldn’t help myself, my hands grabbed his head and pulled him to me. His lips pressed against the underside of my clit and his breath was forced in blasts around the tops of my thighs.

  Clint rammed harder into Joe, Joe’s face shoved harder into my pussy. My heat exploded and a crest like a blasting shaft of bursting lava went through my whole body as I heard Clint coming hard into Joe’s ass and Joe’s orgasm made him roar, the force of breath into my thighs just making me cum even more. My thighs and my hands clenched around Joe’s head and my back arched as I gushed, watching the veins and muscles in Clint’s neck all stretch and strain and he slammed and pumped and came into Joe’s ass. More and more, harder and harder, Clint reared up and we all groaned together as Joe’s orgasm blasted through him and our voices rose, “Yes, YES, YES!”

  Clint lay on the ground, and Joe snuggled next to him.

  We all needed a breather, and we got around to enjoying some cake, too.

  The moment was too good, though, and the two firemen’s hoses were soon presenting themselves for more emergency attendance.

  My dress was around my waist, my wrists still in the armholes and my hands between my thighs. With my bra hanging open and my delicate embroidered panties soaked and torn, I rode the length of Clint’s massive cock like a crack-whore. I couldn’t get enough of it, and my cunt sucked the length of his rigid, fat shaft as I lifted and slammed my ass onto his rock-hard hips with frenzied force.

  “Fuck me, Clint, fuck me!” I yelled, my eyes wild and transfixed on his lascivious tongue and his ravenous eyes as he filled and stretched my bruised and stinging puss.

  I looked up to Joe. I couldn’t untangle my wrists from the dress, and I could barely make a sentence as I fucked myself with Clint’s hot, throbbing hose, so I just looked at Joe and made an ’O’ with my soft, wet mouth. My tongue licked at my lips and Joe moved nearer to me, his hot erection extending toward my hungry lips. With my mouth wide, I licked along the bottom of it, my tongue thrilling on the ridges and veins, and my heart turning at the sheer size and weight of it. How would I get all of that into my throat?

  His musky scent and the luscious, dark taste of his throbbing lust set off bursts of joy in my chest, and triggered a wave from between my thighs, where my wet hunger hugged and gripped the throbbing, velvety flesh of Clint’s cock. Joe’s hand tenderly touched the back of my head. I nodded eagerly, my lips enclosing his slick, bulbous tip. We were in tune together, and he gently held the back of my head, and pulled me on along the length of his superb cock and made small, firm, growing sways with his hips, to shove that monster into my soft, pink mouth. I opened and relaxed my mouth at every thrust, and each time, Joe drove more cock into my mouth, while Clint hammered his huge extending pole into my wet opening.

  As Joe’s cock thrust deeper into my mouth and pressed against the top of my throat, saliva flowed and ran out of my lips. Each deeper stroke brought a wet, squeaky gagging sound from my throat, and I made a tiny nod with my head each time for Joe to feel my approval. I wanted him all the way in. I wanted him to shove my head down on his hard hunk of cock. I wanted to suck along the whole, fat length of him. As Joe pressed on the back of my head, I pushed even harder on, to let him know that I wanted more force. His hand took a hold of my hair, and I moaned and nodded rapidly.

  My thighs were splayed as far apart as they could go, and my ass was slapping on Clint’s thighs as the hilt of Joe’s cock reached my dripping lips and the tip of my tongue found the top of Joe’s sack. Now he was gripping my hair and slamming my head along the length of his shaft. That was what I wanted. Inside me, overwhelming orgasm was bursting and flooding me from both ends, and I dribbled and wept and moaned. At the end, I pressed Joe’s cock hard, as far down my throat as it would go, and I squeezed and ground my puss onto Clint, pushing him as far up me as I could. The agony at both ends was electric and the pleasure was explosive. I leaned down, and took Joe with me, so that Clint and I could both lick and suck and slobber on Joe’s wonderful cock, and another tide of huge orgasms splashed and crashed through me.

  Eventually, I lay still on top of Clint with his rod still rigid inside me, my lips on Joe’s cock, and my whole body trembling and vibrating.

  I opened my eyes to see Clint peering back at me.