She took his semi erect cock in her hand and gave it a few strokes, enjoying the feel of power in her hands. Her other lovers had been small of dick and low in confidence. Looking up into Brock’s smiling face, she opened her mouth and licked his head.
“Oh shit!” he groaned, also no longer caring about being quiet. His hands went to brace himself from behind as his head fell back. He fought the urge to thrust his cock into her mouth.
From behind Bella, she heard the man get out of the bed and walk closer.
“Hey Brock, who’s your friend?” the voice said, like leather wrapped tightly around oak.
One hand on Brock’s cock, she turned to look behind her. Right above her face, eight inches of manhood hung down to greet her. She swallowed. “Hi, I’m Bella.”
“It’s nice to meet you Bella. My name is Carl Would you like to show your appreciation for another firefighting brother?” In the rays of moonlight shining in through the window, drops of pre-cum were already leaking out.
Bella’s mouth watered at the sight, but she turned back to Brock,”Uhh, is that ok?”
“Firemen share everything Bella,” Brock said matter of faculty.
Reaching behind her, she grabbed Carl’s cock and lead him to sit next to Brock. She scooted over, resting her body against their legs as she leaned over to take Carl into her mouth.
She eagerly cleaned the pre-cum from the head of his cock, and took him into her mouth while still pumping Brock with her hand. The salty cream continued to leak out of Carl slowly, a dripping faucet trying to hold back too much seed.
She pulled her mouth off of Carl. “Both of you stand up,” she commanded. She beamed with pride when they both did. She grabbed both men by their roots and pulled them in close, taking both heads in her mouth at the same time.
Bella was in heaven as these two studs sword fought in her mouth. Their cocks fought for dominance in her mouth, trying to rub against her tongue and slink further down her throat. She reached up to cup both sets of balls and began kneading them. Both men now fully erect, she laid down on the cot.
Brock positioned himself between her legs and slid himself to the hilt in her slick crevice. “Goddamn you’re tight, Bella!” he said, grabbing her thick love handles and beginning to pump himself with abandon.
Carl stood at her head, gently holding her face while he cock slid in and out of her lips. “You’re so beautiful Bella. You suck cock like you were born to do it.”
Bella heard all this but was too lost in ecstasy to process it. Being spit roasted by these two firemen was too much for her to bear, and she shuddered and shook in orgasm. Her pussy convulsed around Brock’s cock, and she heard him grunt loudly.
“Can’t…hold…back!” Brock shouted as he slammed one last time deeply into Bella. His cock pulsed inside her, jetting load after huge load of seed into her hungry womb.
Bella felt his hot wet gift fill her up, and she moaned around Carl’s cock. With a plop! Brock pulled out of her, and she felt their combined fluids begin to leak out of her.
Carl pulled out of her mouth. “Why don’t you see to cleaning him off?” he said, still stroking himself.
Bella understood and got on her hands and knees, stalking her prey at the other end of the bed. She began to lick Brock’s drenched cock clean.
Carl entered her from behind, his hands holding onto her ample rear as he fucked her doggy-style. “You weren’t kidding Brock. She is tight!” he said. He pumped into Bella more forcefully than Brock had. One hand reached forward to grab her shoulder. Anchored at her hips and shoulder, he hammered away at her, ploughing her fields with his rod.
Bella had licked Brock’s cock and balls free of all cum, and was now giving him a proper blowjob. Sucking his head into her mouth, she flicked her tongue on the underside of his glans. She rolled his balls in one hand while pumping his shaft with the other.
“Oh yeah, here it comes Bella,” Carl roared, bucking against her like an animal. She felt him start to spurt into her, and she bucked back against him harder. He tried to pull away but she impaled herself on his spurting member.
Brock grabbed a handful of her hair, “Unnnnh!” he groaned as he shot his load into her mouth, filling it with his musky saltiness. A few small pulses at the end were dry, his balls completely empty.
All three collapsed on the tiny cot, the two men softly stroking Bella’s body and murmuring complements to her. Full of their seed, and not caring about tomorrow, Bella drifted off to sleep, praying this wasn’t a dream she’d wake up from.
Ivan
(BBW And The Firefighters 2)
by
Becca Fanning
A loudly ringing bell woke Bella. Of it’s own accord, her hand sought out her alarm on her bedstead, trying to slap it down to silence it.
But her hand swung through nothing.
And her bed felt different.
And that was a fire alarm! She bolted upright, smacking the top of her head against a bunk bed above her. Then it all came back to her. The night before, the menage with Brock and Carl. Falling asleep in their arms. Bella wanted to feel embarrassed, but truth be told she felt alive for the first time in a long while.
Rubbing the top of her head, she saw the last of the room’s men clear out. She didn’t recognize any of them, but maybe Brock and Carl were the first to head out. Standing up, she was mid-stretch when a strikingly tall man came into the room.
Towering over her, he nodded at her politely, “Aye-o, you must be Bella. Don’t you worry ‘bout nuttin’, Brock filled us all in. Showers should be empty now if you want to clean up,” he arched a thumb back out into the hallway.
“Thanks,” Bella said, stifling a yawn.
“I’m Ivan, by the way,” he said, holding out his hand. His cheeks flushed bright red. He was shy!
Bella took his hand, surprised that someone so tall and handsome would be shy. He had a cute twinkle in his brown eyes, even if they had trouble staying on hers for any amount of time.
“I uhh…I’ll be down in the galley. Gotta have lunch ready by the time the guys get back,” he said as he turned out of the room and left.
Bella felt a mischievous smile creep over her lips.
Grabbing a towel from the stack near the door, Bella walked into the long dormitory style shower room. Individual stalls extended down on both sides of an aisle, drains and tiles covering the floor. No curtains said firmly that privacy was only a pretense.
Not hearing any running water, she stripped and hopped into the first shower stall. She turned on the nozzle and hot steamy water cascaded over her. A single bar of Irish Spring was the only cleansing option: a spa this was not. Shrugging, she lathered herself up and turned around to let the water splash her back.
Across the aisle, two stalls down, she saw a wide muscular back standing in the shower, one hand braced against the wall. This man’s head was bent down, and his other hand was pumping his manhood.
Bella covered her mouth to stop from giggling. She’d never seen a man play with himself before, and she was curious enough not to waste this opportunity. She was sure he was really into whatever he was thinking about, because he hadn’t heard her turn on her shower. Idly rubbing the soap over her full body, she savored the sight of this man attending to his primal needs.
Like a beast in the wild, this stud continued to stroke his cock, twisting his hand each time it reached the head. Muscles in his back and shoulders would twitch with each stroke, working hard to bring this poor man relief. His head came up and he gave his neck a stretch, then went back to jacking himself.
Bella’s free hand snuck down to her pussy, already wet from both the shower and the scene in front of her. She slipped a finger inside herself, timing her strokes with this mystery man’s furious pumping.
His speed intensified, signaling he was about to paint the wall of his shower with his hot spunk.
Bella’s other hand dropped the bar of soap it was holding. It struck the floor, making a loud noise.
/> The man looked behind him and Bella saw a scar running down the side of his face. Without a word, he dropped his cock, wrapped a towel around himself, and fled the shower.
Mortified, Bella stood in the shower. What had she been thinking? She’d never been a voyeur, but this didn’t feel right. She resolved to make amends with him later. Sighing, she finished washing up and got dressed.
Down in the galley, Bella found Ivan standing in front of an open refrigerator. He had to duck down to see everything in it, and he was frozen in this position. Bella watched him for a minute, frozen, before announcing herself with a cough.
“Aye-o. You git all cleaned up?” he asked, straightening with a hand on his back.
“Yeah. There was…uhh…someone else in there,” Bella said.
“Must been Sean,” Ivan said. “He came down right before you. Looked like he got dressed soaking wet. Was in a real hurry to go pick up parts for our engine,” he said, things clicking into place for him.
“What are you making for lunch?” Bella asked, walking up next to Ivan. Her arm brushed against his, and she felt him tense up.
“I ain’t got the slightest. Can I be real wit’ you?” Ivan asked, his eyes pleading.
“Sure, Ivan.” She said, looking up into those brown eyes.
“I suck so bad at cooking. Like, when I’m at home, I just put shit in the microwave. But here,” he said, motioning around at the large communal kitchen, “they ain’t even got a microwave. It’s all fancy stuff and I don’t know how to cook good food.”
“Then why doesn’t someone else make the food?” she asked, gently swaying back and forth against him. She felt him relax.
“We all gotta take turns. It’s part of the responsibility. But when it’s my turn, they know it ain’t gonna work. They don’t even say it’s my day, they just say it’s pizza day,” Ivan said, hanging his head. “Because that’s what happens after I make a gross lunch. They just order pizza.”
Bella touched Ivan’s arm. “Today’s not going to be another pizza day, Ivan.”
Ivan’s face lit up. “Really? You can help me?”
“I know my way around a kitchen. Now, lets see what you have to work with,” she said, leaning forward to see what was in the fridge. Her breast pressed against his arm. “Holy shit!” she exclaimed.
“What?”
“These ingredients are really good, Ivan. Organic greens, pasture raised beef…some great stuff here,” she said, bumping her butt against Ivan in delight. “You’re going to make something really good for them today.”
“I am?” he asked sheepishly.
“Well, I’ll help you a little, but you’re going to do it,” she said, smiling up at him. “I’ll tell you what we need, and you get all the ingredients out onto the counter. I’ll get the hardware ready.”
Once all the ingredients were out on the counter, Bella rubbed her hands together in excitement. “Can you tell what we’re going to be making?” she asked Ivan.
“This is all going into one thing?” he asked incredulously.
“Chili,” she said.
“Wait, but that’s chocolate,” he said, pointing at a block of dark chocolate.
“You bet it is,” Bella said, her mind already planning out the preparation.
“And those are noodles,” he said.
“Oh Ivan, you’re gonna blow their socks off,” Bella beamed. “First, we should start sautéing the meat. Go ahead and slice that eye of round roast into small chunks.”
Ivan was a great listener. He had no prevention or arrogance to get in the way of learning from Bella. Over the course of a few hours, she watched his self confidence bloom. He was chopping, dicing and tasting the food as he went along. Even adding the chocolate to the chili didn’t raise an eyebrow. Now the three gallon pot of chili was simmering on low heat, letting all those delicious flavors mix together.
Ivan came back from the fridge with two beers. “Cheers,” he said as they clinked.
“Cheers,” Bella said, winking.
Ivan walked behind her, putting his beer down and resting his hands on her shoulders. His strong hands began to knead the muscles in her neck.
Bella closed her eyes and moaned, relishing the pleasure of his touch. She leaned back, pressing her back into Ivan. She felt his dick stir against her back.
“Uhh, sorry,” he said, making to step away from her.
“Ivan,” she said, turning to face him. “There’s nothing to be sorry for. We’re two adults who solved a problem together. There’s now a bond between us,” she said, intertwining her fingers with his.
“Oh,” he muttered.
Bella leaned in close, angling her face up to him, her lips parted slightly. She wasn’t left wanting for long, as his lips pressed down on hers from above. She waited for his tongue to press into her mouth, but it didn’t. Instead she took the initiative and pressed hers into his mouth. A loud moan came from him.
Ivan’s hands circled around Bella, grabbing her hard and pinning her against him. His massive cock hardened through his sweat pants, pressing against her belly. His hands went down to her big butt, scooping and squeezing her.
“Whoa, slow down a little bit tiger,” Bella said through a smile. “Have you ever been with a woman, Ivan?”
Ivan looked away, not saying anything.
“Ivan, look at me,” she said.
He obeyed.
“It’s ok. We’ll just take it slow, like the cooking,” she said as she slipped a hand under his shirt, feeling the hardness of his abs. Her fingernails lightly scratched through the straight hairs leading up from his stomach.
Ivan grunted in assent, his hands cupping Bella’s face. He leaned in and kissed her passionately. His fingers went through her hair. His cock now lifted straight away from his leg, threatening to rip out of his pants.
Bella vaulted up onto the kitchen counter, making herself more easily accessible to him.
His mouth quickly went down to her neck, tracing a line of kisses to her breasts. He pulled the dress straps off her shoulder and exposed her feminine abundance to the air of the kitchen. His mouth clamped around a nipple.
Bella moaned and leaned her head back, focused totally on Ivan’s lips and tongue working her breast. He would alternate between sucking a mouthful of her, then flick her nipple with his tongue. Bella could feel her slit moisten up, ready and eager to take in his massive cock. Just the idea of him slamming his meat into her in this kitchen was enough to bring her to orgasm. Bella’s hand roughly pinned his face against her breast as she came. Bolts of lightning zapped through her body, and her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling his restrained cock up against her thigh.
“Did you come?” Ivan asked, grinning.
“Oh yes. Yes I did. Whoa,” Bella said, blowing her hair out of her face. Her hand went down to stroke him through his sweat pants. “Oh, it seems like something woke up.”
Ivan’s eyes went half-lidded as Bella’s hand dipped into his pants. Her fingers moved through the sparse forest above the base of his manhood. Her mouth was already watering at the thought of his head slipping past her lips, coating her tongue in his pre-cum. As she grabbed hold of him, his hands stopped her.
“Not yet,” he said.
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