by S. E. Law
“Actually, it’s all because of you, Bethie,” intones Ranger.
I stare at them.
“Me? But how? I didn’t have any ideas about non-profits. I didn’t even know there were children with this condition.”
The men nod.
“Yes, but we wanted to make you happy. It started out with Ranger having this crazy idea of renting out a fire station for you and Danny to enjoy,” says Ryder, shooting his business partner a look. “But then it kept going, and pretty soon, we’d committed to the concept of a children’s non-profit called Operation Smile. It’s the right thing to do, sweetheart, and we want to do it.”
Tears brim in my eyes.
“You’re so good,” I say in another low voice. “I can’t believe I’m so lucky to be with you.” It’s true too. Ryder and Ranger are skilled physicians. They’re in-demand too, and they have every right to go home after a long day of work and pass out on their couches. But instead, these handsome, charismatic men don’t want that. They’re looking to up their workload, and to practice their craft in the name of doing good. I couldn’t respect them more, and my heart feels like it’s bursting with love.
I’m just about to express my emotions, when suddenly a red-faced man appears, dressed in baggy black overalls with yellow suspenders over a white long-sleeved t-shirt.
“Are you Ryder Stephenson and Ranger Stevens?” he chortles.
“Yes,” the men answer. “You must be Chief Gimmer,” Ryder rumbles. “Thank you so much for letting us see your fire station.”
“Call me Bobby,” the portly man chuckles. “I’ve known Ranger’s Uncle Larry since we were boys yea tall growing up in Queens,” he says, holding his palm out at about waist length. “And he tells me you’re doing this for charity right? You’re looking for a space for a kids party?”
Ranger nods.
“It’s good to meet you, Bobby. Yeah, my uncle said that you guys got up to a lot of hijinks back in the day. But yes, my business partner and I are looking to start up a non-profit which would provide free facial plastic surgery to qualified candidates, who would mostly be children. We thought it’d be a nice touch if post-op, the kids could have a party here to celebrate what they’ve achieved.”
Bobby chortles, his big belly shaking.
“Well, a fire station is definitely the right place for kids. How old will they be?”
“From infants to about seven years old,” says Ryder. “They’ll love that fireman’s pole you have there,” he says, gesturing to a gleaming gold pole leading from the ground floor to the second floor.
Suddenly, a blaring alarm fills our ears, and I look around with bewilderment. Danny comes scampering my way, burying himself in my arms.
“Mama!” he cries, “Mama, Mama!”
“Sorry folks,” calls Chief Bobby over the raucous noise. “We’ve been called out to duty. But make yourselves at home!” he says. “There are some benches in the back where the kids can have cake, and they can even practice putting on some of our helmets and fire resistant gear,” he adds while stepping into a huge yellow coat and swinging an axe over his shoulder. “I wish I could stay around longer to give you a tour, but duty calls!”
It’s true. The firehouse is now teeming with men who seemingly appear out of nowhere. They rush to and fro, donning gear and bright red hats while simultaneously prepping equipment. Hoses are lifted in big coils and attached to the truck, when suddenly the monster zooms to life. Chief Bobby hauls himself into the cab along with the other men and waves at us.
“See you later!” he says. “Take a look around, and then shut the door behind you, will you? It’ll lock on its own.”
Ryder gives him a salute, while my son lifts his head to take a quick peek at the departing fire truck.
“Mama! Mama!” he squeals. “Emeh-gency!”
He waves to the firemen, who wave back as the truck pulls out onto the street, does a dangerous left turn, and then takes off with the wail of sirens.
The silence afterwards is deafening. We’re left alone in the cavernous space, and the four of us look at one another.
“Wow,” I murmur. “That was a real humdinger.”
“Well, this is a real fire station,” adds Ryder humorously. “Plus, it’s good to know our tax dollars are doing their job. Those guys are going to be saving lives.”
I take their hands. “Just like you,” I say in a tremulous voice. “You’re so good to be doing this. You’re going to be making a huge difference in these children’s lives, and I couldn’t be more proud.”
The men grasp my hands.
“You’re the one who inspired us to start this,” they say. “You got the ball rolling. You mean everything to us, Bethie, and you’ve changed our lives just by being you.”
I’m on the verge of crying or laughing, I’m not sure because my heart’s overfilling with love, but then there’s a little tug on my pants.
“Mama, Danny tired,” says my son before letting out a huge yawn. “Sleep.”
Ryder laughs as Ranger lifts the little boy in his arms.
“How about taking a nap in your stroller?” Ranger growls while holding my son close. “Would you like that, little man?”
My son nods sleepily, and tenderly, the huge alpha male lowers his small form into the waiting green stroller. He pulls a blanket up over my son, and within seconds, my boy’s completely asleep.
“The excitement must have worn him out,” remarks Ryder, peering under the hood to look at my son. “He’s so relaxed when he’s snoozing,” he adds. Sure enough, Danny’s arms are flung out and his cherubic face is already slack with sleep.
“It’s easy now,” I add somewhat ruefully. “When Danny was a tiny baby, he’d be tired but he didn’t know what to do about it. He’d cry and cry and cry because he was so tired, and it would drive me crazy.”
Ranger looks thoughtful.
“Yeah, kids who are really young don’t have a sense of what to do when they’re tired. You’d think it would be second nature to just close your eyes and sleep, but they don’t know that. How interesting.”
I nod.
“And now that you have this non-profit, you’re going to be dealing with even more children, all the time. How do you feel about that?”
The two men look at me, their blue eyes flashing.
“We’re ready,” Ryder says. “We love kids, and didn’t we settle on six children together? Or was it seven?”
Ranger interrupts.
“I seem to remember something along the lines of twelve kids,” he says. “Which means we should get started asap.”
I flush all the way to my hairline, even as my pussy moistens.
“I think we did decide on twelve,” I whisper. “But this is so wrong,” I add. “I mean, we’re supposed to be touring a firehouse so that we can hold a kids’ party here. And you’re implying that we …?”
Ryder grins.
“Oh, I’m more than just implying sweetheart. I want to take you hard, fast and unprotected right now. The Chief did say that the door locks automatically, didn’t he?” he asks, swinging around to look at the entrance. It’s true. The metal door has swung shut and looks absolutely solid. We’re alone, and I can see that the men want me.
“Are you sure?” I coo, suddenly feeling flirtatious. “After all, I don’t think they’ll be back from their emergency that fast,” I add.
The two men don’t even hesitate. Within moments, they’ve started taking off their clothes, and I gasp at the sight of hard, bronzed chests and powerful arms. But before they can whip off their pants, I get an idea.
“Hold on,” I purr. “I want to have some fun.”
With that, I dance over to the firepole. It’s gold and gleaming, and beckons to me in the low light of the firehouse. Slowly, I grab it with one hand and twirl around it before turning back to look at my men.
Ryder and Ranger haven’t moved an inch. They’re as still as statues while watching me dance.
“You’re gor
geous,” breathes Ranger.
“Absolutely beautiful,” agrees Ryder. “Now dance for us baby.”
With a coy smile, I obey. I want to make these men happy, and the thought of them turned on and ready to take me has me swollen with need already. Flirtatiously, I fling my brown curls over one shoulder while undoing my blouse. It slips to the floor, leaving me in nothing but the tiniest of demi-bras. My breasts are huge and creamy, straining at the bit of lace.
“You like?” I murmur, jiggling my tits at them.
They moan simultaneously. Those huge cocks have come out now, and are gleaming at the tips with pre-cum as the two men stroke up and down those hard shafts. I want to taste their seed, yet at the same time, I want to tantalize them more. There are some ideas that are running through my head, and it’s time to try them out.
I glance at Danny’s stroller quickly. Good. My son’s sound asleep, which is fortunate because now I have the time for a passionate encounter with these two handsome men. Slowly, I lift my breasts out of their cups, wiggling and jiggling them a bit. As the men watch, entranced, I lift my left one to my mouth and lick the tip playfully, while making eye contact with them. Then I lift the right one to my mouth, and gently suckle on my nipple. The two men groan, and their dicks visibly begin to dribble semen to the floor.
“Oh fuck, baby,” groans Ryder, his fist smoothing its way up and down his shaft. “You’re so fucking dirty.”
Ranger doesn’t say anything, but the huge string of cum hanging from his dick tip tells me that I’m doing well.
“It’s good to have big boobies,” I murmur playfully, “because I can lick and kiss them to my heart’s content.”
Then I spin around and prance towards the gleaming fireman’s pole. Slowly I lean forwards and squeeze the pole with my huge tits before moving up and down sensuously with the golden rod stuck hard between my creamy flesh.
“Oh fuck,” Ryder groans again.
This time, Ranger’s dick visibly ejaculates, a small spurt landing in a pool on the floor. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he rasps, his eyes eating up the dirty sight. “But keep going, sweetheart. I want to see how you fuck that pole.”
Clearly, all three of our minds are in the gutter because that’s exactly what I want too. Smiling at the men, slowly I turn my back and then begin shimmying out of my skirt. My big butt sways left and right as I pull down the zipper until the fabric falls at my feet. Soon, I’m left in nothing but my tiny panties that have a wet spot at the crotch, and the demi bra which cups are pulled down so that my boobs can hang out.
“Do you like?” I ask, squatting a bit before standing up again while sensuously running my hands up my toned calves.
“We like,” rasps Ranger, his fist going up and down his pole steadily. “Fuck baby, let us see it.”
I whimper a bit, turning so that my back’s to them. Then I bend over and slowly reach back before plucking my g-string out of my ass and pulling it to the side. It stretches over one big butt cheek as I reveal my pussy, moist and wet from arousal.
“I need you,” I purr throatily. “Both of you.”
“We know,” grinds out Ryder. “But dance first. Let’s see you work those beautiful assets.”
Slowly, I stand up straight again before sashaying over to the fireman’s pole. Then I hook a knee around and twirl myself around the gleaming metal, letting my hair fly over one shoulder.
“Ooooh,” is my moan. “I want to try that even closer.”
This time, I sidle up to the pole until my pussy’s pressed flat against it. I rub it up and down a little, as juices visibly smear onto the golden surface. Then with a smile, I move my snatch right and left so that my clit’s clearly being massaged by the hard metal.
“Feels good,” I gasp, throwing my head back. “Oh fuck.”
“Show us your moves,” rasps Ranger, his eyes glued to where my twat touches the hardness. “We want to see what you can do.”
Now, I’ve never been an athletic girl per se because I’m uncoordinated. I can’t catch, hit, or throw moving objects. But one thing I am is strong. I have toned glutes, powerful calves, and arms that can really lift. As a result, I pull myself onto the pole and twirl around a bit, letting my assets fly. Sure enough, my big boobs jounce this way and that as my pussy rubs up against the metal again.
Then I get creative. I lean back and invert myself so that my legs are over my head, and I’m supporting myself by sheer arm strength.
“Holy fuck baby,” gasps Ryder. “Now spread ‘em for us.”
Slowly, I do as he says. Like a stripper, I open my thighs, parting my legs until I’m doing a suspended vee on the metal pole.
“Like this?” I coo. “Can you see everything?”
The men don’t even answer. They’re merely jacking off their dicks at light speed now, watching as my assets sway this way and that. I get creative again, and lift one leg high, baring my twat to them once more before reaching down and parting my nether lips to reveal the gleaming moistness within.
“This is all for you,” I breathe. “I want you so bad.”
But the men have had enough of my teasing. They don’t care about acrobatics. They don’t want me to be a circus performer. Instead, all they want is for me to be seated hard on their dicks, and simultaneously if possible.
In a flash, Ryder and Ranger are by my side, pulling me off the pole. They snap my lingerie off, and it drops in rags to the floor. I gasp.
“Oh god!”
“Don’t worry,” rasps Ryder. “We’ll get you more. In fact, we’ve already gotten you a closet full of lingerie because sweetheart, you’re so beautiful and this ass and this cunt deserve the best.”
As he says the words, he trails a gentle finger from my pussy to my bottom, stopping to finger me in both holes.
“Oh!” I cry out, throwing my head back. “Shit!”
But Ranger wants in on the game too. As Ryder fingers my bottom, he reaches forward and circles his thumb around my nub before trailing down and probing wetly at my pussy. “Shit you’re drenched,” he rasps. “Perfect.”
I can barely think now. I’m standing between the two men as each of them fingers a different hole. My pussy juices hotly around Ryder’s digit as Ranger pushes his thumb deeper into my butt.
“Fuuuuck,” he grunts. “You’re so fucking tight.”
“I can feel you through her thin wall,” rasps Ryder. “She’s ready for it.”
Slowly, Ranger maneuvers himself so that he’s in back of me. He pulls his thumb out of my butt with a snappy pop, and then slowly lifts me up by the backs of my thighs so that my back’s leaning against his chest. Ryder, who still has a finger buried in my pussy, seizes my lips as I moan in pleasure.
“Relax, little girl,” Ranger whispers in my ear. “You’re going to work yourself down onto me.”
I squeal a bit as I feel his dicktip probe my bottom. Oh god, he’s so huge and I’m not sure if I can take it. But Ryder knows exactly what to do. He pulls his fingers from my pussy and slowly strokes down, getting my anus lubed up with the wetness there.
“Your pussy juice makes the best lubricant,” he whispers hoarsely. “I know you can do it.”
But instead of easing himself into my ass, instead, Ranger eases himself into my pussy.
“You’re getting Daddy wet in the best way,” he groans while lifting me up and then dropping my twat back down onto his veiny length. “Oh fuck.”
“It looks fucking amazing,” smirks Ryder as he watches that huge shaft penetrate my pussy. My legs are split open as I’m literally lifted up and down Ranger’s huge club. But then Ranger lifts me up again and this time, backs me up until his glans is probing at my back hole once more.
“Now we’re ready,” he growls. Slowly, he lowers me once more. My anal passage strains and refuses to give him admittance.
“Fuck, I love how I have to work myself into you each and every time,” he groans. The pressure increases and I cry out from the insistent probing. He
’s so huge, and I don’t know if I can do it.
But Ranger whispers in my ear, “Yes, you can sweetheart. Let your bottom go and take my dick in your asshole.”
With his dirty words, it happens. My tight ring of muscles gives way, and Ranger slides all the way inside, that ten inches making me gasp with shock and pleasure.
“Such a little butt slut,” he groans. “Taking my dick in one slide. Next time I’m going to lick your tight pink asshole first, before fucking it, sweetheart.”
The crude words make me gasp, even as the visual helps me grow needy and hot and wet. Ranger smirks as he slowly slides his fingers back into my pussy.
“Oh yeah, she likes a big dick in her butt,” he growls. “Give it to her,” he commands.
Ranger begins lifting and dropping my body again and again, his huge cockpole sliding into my tight little ass. I jerk him off with my asshole as my boobies bounce in time to the rhythm.
“Oh!” is my delighted cry as I’m buttfucked within an inch of my life. “Yes!”
But the men have more in store for me. Ranger pauses for a moment with a hand under each of my thighs. I’m astonished by how strong he is, but then again, both men are so muscular and athletic that I shouldn’t be surprised. His dick jerks a bit in my rectum, but then he spreads my knees even wider.
The sight must be so dirty. My pussy’s dripping wet and open, my clit so hard and standing straight up, aroused beyond all measure. There are juices dripping down to my asshole, which is currently completely plugged by a veiny dick ready to burst.
But Ranger and Ryder have plans.
“Take her now,” Ranger growls, pulling my knees wider so that Ryder can make his entrance. “Let’s give her a good double-stuffing.”
I cry out. I knew this was going to happen. Both men like to use my body, and they say my holes are tighter if I take both of them simultaneously. My breasts heave and my pussy moistens wetly in anticipation.
“Please be gentle,” I gasp. “You know I need to be stretched first.”
“You can do this,” groans Ryder as he moves in close. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, it’ll feel really good.”
Here I am, suspended in mid-air with a big dick up my butt and another one coming for my pussy. But the thing is that I want it. These are my men, and my body is theirs to be used and owned.