by Ellie Hunt
I watched them in fascination, the two hot, muscled firefighters making out right in front of my. They held each other tight, big fingers sinking into flesh as they grabbed and wrestled. I could see their tongues in each other’s mouths, and I could practically feel the lust—the raw need—coming off of the two men.
Rodrigo reached for Hunter’s belt, undid it, tore it out of his belt loops, then undid his jeans.
They broke apart only so Hunter could remove his pants and his boxer briefs, then the two men grabbed each other again, in an embrace so hard it almost looked painful.
Rodrigo lost his pants the same way.
Watching them, I couldn’t help myself anymore.
I stood and undid my jeans, tore them and my underwear off. Both men stopped to watch me shimmy out of my clothes, and then, I headed straight for them.
Fascinated, I ran one hand down each of their chests, feeling the soft hair there, the ripple of their pecs and abs, muscles earned working outside in the wilderness for days on end.
I moved my hands down and down until I was gripping both their cocks at once, both long and thick and hard, practically pulsing with desire.
I kissed Hunter on the mouth, and then Rodrigo. I pumped my hands up and down, once, at the same time, and both men let out of a groan of pleasure.
They both reached for my head and their hands met, buried in my hair.
I licked Rodrigo’s collarbone.
“You taste like pine,” I said, gasping. The I licked Hunter in the same place, nearly out of my mind with lust.
“And you taste like smoke.”
“Which one do you like better?” asked Rodrigo.
“Who can decide?” I asked, and then knelt on the thick carpet.
I was nervous. I’d never been so forward with a man, let alone two men at once.
But there was something about these two that drove me completely wild, out of my mind, and I needed them.
I wanted to feel their long, thick cocks in my mouth, listen to them groan and I took them one after the other.
I wanted them to both take me, hard, fast, and mercilessly, until I screamed their names and bit the pillow.
With both cocks firmly in my fists, I slowly licked the head of one, and then the other, letting my tongue travel all the way around it, listening for the moans up above.
Hunter and Rodrigo were making out again, pressing their faces together fiercely. I took the head of one cock — Hunter’s, I thought, though it was hard to keep track — into my mouth, pushing my lips down the shaft, and from above I heard a gasp and then a moan, blocked by the other man’s mouth.
I pulled him out and did the same thing to Rodrigo, moving my tongue slowly along the bottom of his cock, wanting to make him gasp and moan, too.
He did. I pumped my hands up and down, and alternated between the two men again: first one, pushing his cock all the way to the back of my mouth, swirling my tongue around, and then the other, pushing my lips down as far as I could.
I did it again and again, loving the musky, smoky, piney taste of the men, the salty taste of their precum, the way they sighed and moaned above me as they made out.
Finally I stood up again, only to be virtually attacked by the two of them at once, each trying to be the first to kiss me, grabbing me roughly.
I kissed one and then the other, both men trying to press themselves against my the hardest. I laced my fingers through their hair, one on each head, as they shared me.
Then Hunter grabbed me, lifted me up, and tossed me onto the bed.
I couldn’t help but squeal, loud.
“I thought you didn’t want anyone to know you were here,” he teased, over my on his elbows, his erection digging into my belly.
“I didn’t know you were going to toss me,” I said, breathing hard.
“You’re so tossable,” he said, and kissed my on the collarbone, then between my breasts, taking a moment to pinch one nipple, then in the slight gully above my bellybutton, then just above my mound.
With his big hands, he spread my thighs apart.
His tongue was warm and wet and hot, and as he licked my slit, slowly and gently, I felt like I might explode.
I could feel how aroused and swollen I was, almost like I was filled to bursting with lust, and when his tongue first touched my I saw stars.
Hunter licked me, beginning on my wet, swollen slit, working his tongue in between me lips and then up to my clit, flicking it back and forth across the sensitive nub.
I squirmed and gasped under his tongue, grabbing the rich satin duvet with both hands and pulling, nearly hard enough to tear it. Between my legs, Hunter chuckled and squeezed the inside of my thighs with both his big, calloused hands, the rough skin on them rasping along the smooth surface of my legs, sending little shocks throughout my body.
I could also feel his stubble on me, right at the juncture of thigh and pussy, a strange, sharp feeling that only heightened my pleasure.
Slowly, his tongue made its way back down my slit, ducking between the folds and pushing inside me, wiggling just a little bit.
Involuntarily, I made a noise somewhere between a gasp and a squeak.
When I looked down, wanting to see Hunter buried in me, I realized Rodrigo was behind the other man, bent over him, Hunter’s hard, thick cock in Rodrigo’s hand.
Rodrigo stoked him firmly, his own cock pressing against Hunter’s ass, occasionally bending to kiss the other man’s shoulder.
Hunter’s tongue flicked across my clit again, and then stayed there, moving in languorous circles.
I whimpered. I opened my mouth to say something, but my mind had gone blank with pleasure, so I just moaned instead.
“I think she likes it,” Rodrigo said.
“I’m gonna make you come,” Hunter growled.
Now he had one finger on my slit, stroking it gently, just barely edging inside me.
I nodded, then swallowed.
“Yes,” I said, barely able to get the word out.
I felt fingers — big, rough fingers — sink into my pussy at the same time as Hunter reapplied his tongue to my clit, this time moving in faster circles, in time with his fingers.
“Oh my god,” I gasped. It was all the words I could think of.
“Oh my god, oh my god…”
The pleasure built and built inside me, like a dam about to burst, and then all at once I felt like I exploded, coming harder than I ever had before.
I arched my back and clutched the duvet even tighter, shouting nonsense words and syllables as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me, again and again.
Still Hunter’s tongue danced on me, his fingers inside my tight wet pussy, and he kept going and going for as long as I came.
Finally, gasping and sweating, I relaxed, sinking into the bed, feeling spent and sweaty. Hunter stood only to have Rodrigo pull his head around by his hair, kissing the other man firmly on the lips, long and hard.
“Delicious,” Rodrigo said when they came up for air.
I scooted to the foot of the bed and took Hunter’s cock in my hand again, looking up at him. Rodrigo bent over his shoulder, still holding the other man tight against him.
“What should we do about this?” I asked teasingly, moving my hand the length of his cock.
“I’ve got an idea,” he said, and took me by the wrist.
Hunter backed onto one of the plush leather armchairs, sitting with his cock pointing straight up. When I was about to sit on him, he spun my around so my ass was facing him. With one thumb he reached between my legs for my pussy.
“Still wet for us, you dirty girl?” he whispered in my ear.
I steadied my hands against the armchair, spread my legs over Hunter, and lowered myself onto his cock. He guided it in and I sat slowly, feeling the wonderful stretch of his impossibly thick member, that fullness that I ached for.
“Oh,” I said, eyes closed. “This feels so good.”
“You like having your tight little pussy f
illed up?” he growled in my ear, biting my shoulder.
I couldn’t even respond, just bit my lip, easing myself onto him until Hunter was buried in me completely and I sat on him.
He pushed pleasure buttons that I hadn’t known I had, filling me completely and just right. One hand wandered up my body to pinch a nipple, and I moaned out loud, barely able to move.
Suddenly, Rodrigo was kneeling in front of us. Hunter had me by the hips, his hands tight, and he began to lift me up and down slowly, helping me to fuck him as he spread his knees apart, opening me even further.
“What are you—ohhhhhhh,” said I, confused for a moment before Rodrigo moved his head in and licked my clit again.
He moved his tongue up and down my, from my sensitive nub to my totally filled pussy, the lips stretched tight against Hunter’s cock.
Hunter kept moving me up and down on his massive shaft, Rodrigo’s tongue following me the whole time, making its way down to lick Hunter’s cock, soaked in my juices.
All I could do was moan — I’d thought I was spent completely, but now I reached new heights of pleasure, heights I’d never even imagined before.
The double sensation of being fucked and licked at the same time drove me totally wild, and I felt like I was orgasming continually, the steady rise and fall and rise and fall of pleasure.
Rodrigo licked me, and then my full cunt, lips spread wide, licked along Hunter’s shaft and then took one of his balls into his mouth, then the other, listening to the other man moan with pleasure. With one hand he stroked himself, his own member rigid and waiting.
Then he licked my clit again, his tongue moving back and forth and back and forth as I moaned helplessly, not caring who heard.
Finally, Hunter grunted. I was still lost in pleasure, moaning and sighing, riding the crests and gullies of pleasure.
I hadn’t known I could come so many times in a row, but I had.
“I’m gonna come,” Hunter said.
“Come inside me,” I begged.
He pulled my off him. Rodrigo’s tongue left my clit.
“Not yet, dirty girl,” Hunter said, and pushed me to standing. I nearly fell over, but Rodrigo caught me, kissed me hard, his thick length rubbing up against me.
I took it in my hand, another big, hard cock. Even though I’d just come what felt like a hundred times in a row, I still wanted it inside me, thrusting back and forth, filling me with pleasure.
“Look what you’ve got for me,” I said, squeezing his cock.
“You like it?” he asked.
I didn’t respond, I just turned around and bent over the bed, arching my back and sticking my ass out.
“Let’s find out,” I said.
Rodrigo stepped behind me and, all in one smooth motion, plunged his cock into me. I gasped and threw my head back, emitting a long, guttural moan of pleasure as he did.
“Oh, fuck me,” I said.
He grasped my hair and pulled. The feeling sent shivers from my scalp and down my spine, and I reveled in the knowledge of being controlled, totally unable to move.
He fucked me hard and fast, different from the slow way Hunter had, but I was still almost blinded with pleasure.
Fucked hard, fucked slow, it barely mattered, it seemed. I moaned and moaned and Rodrigo thrust in and out of me, my face in the duvet cover, as the feeling in my pussy built and built and I thought I might explode.
Just as I was on the edge, about to tilt over it and come yet again, Rodrigo stopped, still balls-deep inside me.
“Don’t stop,” I pleaded.
He ground himself against me, moving his cock inside. I gasped again.
“That’s not where I want to come,” he said, and with his other hand my ran one finger down my crack until it alighted on my sensitive back hole.
My pussy pulsed, and I gasped with pleasure.
“You want… that?” I said.
I’d never done that before. I’d barely even thought about it — anal was so dirty, so filthy…
I bit my lip, my pussy squeezing around Rodrigo’s thick, hard cock in my pussy.
I couldn’t believe myself, but I wanted it. I wanted to be their dirty, filthy girl, to let this man fill my tight back hole with his cock, let him use me however he wanted.
The thought made me even wetter than before
“Yes,” I gasped, pussy gushing. “Fuck my ass, Rodrigo.”
He pulled out, his cock dripping with my juices, and Hunter, now behind him, handed him something. He smeared it all over his dick and handed it back, then positioned the head of his cock at my back hole.
“Relax,” he whispered, and I sagged against the bed.
I felt one finger invade me, pushing past the ring of muscle, stretching me out just a little, and then it was joined by another.
I squirmed a little at first, but after a few moments it started to feel good—it was so dirty and taboo, how could it not?
“That’s right, dirty girl,” Rodrigo said. “You ready to take me in your ass?”
I just moaned in response, and he pulled his fingers out.
They were replaced by his cock, pushing hard against my back hole, and I forced myself to relax again, even as I felt my asshole begin to stretch and stretch to accommodate his huge cock.
“God, your ass is so fucking tight, dirty girl,” he said.
I just gasped and whimpered at the mix of pain and pleasure.
I wanted his cock in my ass, wanted it so bad it nearly hurt, but I wasn’t sure it would ever actually fit — I felt like I was stretching and stretching with no end in sight, and surely, soon I would tear wide open.
It’s too big, I thought. He’s fucking huge, there’s no possible way…
“I don’t think — ohhhh,” I gasped, the head of his cock suddenly popping through.
“That’s it,” he groaned. “Take my cock like a good girl.”
Little by little, Rodrigo fucked my ass until his cock was buried inside me.
I moaned the whole time, feeling as though he was touching parts of me no one ever had before, like his cock was nestled somewhere between my lungs.
Finally he was all the way in, my ass cheeks touching his hips, Rodrigo hilted.
I’d never felt anything like it, so utterly stretched and filled, so completely at a man’s mercy.
Rodrigo began to thrust, and I saw white lights behind my eyes.
Then, Hunter took Rodrigo by the hips and bit the other man’s shoulder.
“I’ve got something you want,” he whispered, and Rodrigo shuddered with pleasure, bending over my back, the better to give Hunter access.
The other man slid his cock down the cleft of his ass, slowly, already slick with lubricant, until the tip of it waited on his hole.
“Tell me you want it,” Hunter said.
“I want your cock,” Rodrigo said. “I want you in my ass so bad.”
Hunter moved his hips just a little, pushing the head of his cock against the other man’s hole.
Rodrigo let out a loud moan, and I looked over my shoulder to watch them.
“Oh, fuck me hard,” Rodrigo said. “Come on, baby, I can take it.”
For a moment his face was in agony, and then as the head of Hunter’s cock popped through the tight ring of muscle it turned to pleasure.
Hunter’s cock slid all the way in, right up to the hilt. A growl escaped his throat and his hands dug into Rodrigo’s hips.
“You feel so good,” he said, beginning to thrust back and forth.
On the bottom of the pile, I felt Rodrigo’s cock pull out of my ass and then thrust in. Every time he did, Hunter fucked him and I could feel the echo of it, almost like being fucked in the ass by both men at once. It felt incredible, beyond anything I’d ever dreamed of.
My whole body was in ecstasy, and the feeling only built and built as we fucked.
Then, Rodrigo’s hand stole around to my clit, rubbing it gently, and I went over the edge.
It felt as though a tidal wav
e hit me. I saw stars and nearly tore the duvet yet again and I screamed with sheer pleasure, feeling the cock in my ass plunge in harder and harder, sending sensations through me I’d never felt before.
It lasted longer than I’d ever thought possible, and I rode the wave through to the end, finally limp on the bed, gasping, my body still spasming.
Just as I finished, Rodrigo, feeling my ass tighten around him in waves, couldn’t hold on any longer and emptied himself into my, thrusting uncontrollably, grunting and growling like an animal.
At the same time, Hunter came as well, spurting into Rodrigo, biting the other man’s shoulder hard, holding him tight against himself, his cock buried up to the hilt.
Finally, it was over, and we all went limp. Everyone pulled out, but Rodrigo and Hunter didn’t even make it to the bed, they just collapsed on the floor in front of the fire.
I lazily flopped over, laying half on the bed, practically dripping onto the floor.
“Were we loud?” I asked, after a long silence.
“We might have been,” Rodrigo said.
I fell asleep on the bed, so it was nearly one in the morning when the two firefighters walked me out the back door to my car, a couple of blocks away. I’d tried to refuse their help, pointing out that Big Timber was possibly the safest place on the planet, but they wouldn’t hear of it.
“We’re walking you,” Rodrigo said.
“It’s final,” Hunter said.
I just hoped no one saw us, but as they reached the parking lot to Fiona’s cafe, it seemed like no one had.
Big Timber didn’t need to be talking about what I’d been doing in the company of two extremely handsome strangers so late at night.
They waited until I was in the car, motor running, before they were satisfied that I’d be okay.
“Have a safe journey back home,” I said, smiling up at them.
“I’ll never forget Big Timber,” said Rodrigo.
He bent down and kissed me, his mouth warm, his skin still smelling of pine.
“This was the best fire yet,” said Hunter, bending to kiss me as well, smelling of smoke.
“I might just start leaving campfires unattended if this is what happens,” I teased.