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.”
“Hey now, no pre-hand intimidation!” Jason said.
“Ok boys, ante up,” Bella said, suppressing the urge to lick her lips. She watched Jason as his hands worked under the table to untie a shoe. He threw it into the middle of the table.
Kyle stopped unbuttoning his shirt and instead also ante’d a shoe. He and Jason shared a fist bump. “No worries, dude.”
“No worries, dude,” Bella mocked. She watched as Jason stood up, his thumbs hooked into his blue pinstripe boxers. She loved this part: like a kid at Christmas, the anticipation right before the reveal was delicious. She saw the way his arm hair stood on end, thick and dark. His chest hair was thick and curly, like he was wearing armor to battle.
His biceps bulged and flexed, the veins popping out on the surface. His innie belly button was barely a dimple nestled between a rock hard six pack. His hips had those lines that pointed right to his crotch that only really fit buff guys have.
Bella could see his cock begin to stir inside his boxers. He was obviously enjoying her lewd attention. He was probably taking his sweet time to torment her! She felt a stir between her legs, her folds beginning to sicken.
With a nod to none at all, Jason pulled his boxers down and tossed them to Bella, who jealously clutched her prize. Standing in his birthday suit, Bella admired the final piece of the puzzle clicking into place. His member was mouth watering. Nice and thick how she thought, but not too long. His balls were big, and Bella guessed they were pretty full by how heavy they hung.
“Mmmmm,” Bella cooed. “Why have you been hiding this all night?” She reached over, her fingernails lightly scratching his waist, then down to his thigh. She smiled as his cock twitched in response. “Well, now that we’ve got one person naked as a blue jay, I think the poker part of the night is done.”
Kyle, also down to his boxers, stood up and moved over to stand next to Bella. He bent down and kissed her. His tongue swept over her lips.
Opening her mouth to let him in, Bella tasted the chocolate and beer he’d been consuming all night. Drunk off his confidence, she moaned as his hand went from her neck down to her breast, which he groped through her shirt.
“You have too many clothes on,” he said, kissing and licking her ear.
“Then do something about it,” she challenged. She was not expecting Kyle to pick her up out of her seat. He spun her around, and she was vaguely aware of Jason swiping everything off the table. Kyle placed her on the table, and she looked up at the wooden beams of the ceiling as these two hot studs undressed her. In record time her clothes were a small pile on the floor.
Bella’s hand fished into the fly of Kyle’s boxers and pulled out his massive cock. She began pumping him, enjoying the feel of his hard rod. She arched her back and moaned as he took one of her nipples in his mouth.
“Good idea,” Jason said, and his mouth went to her other breast. His hand cupped her breast, squeezing and kneading it.
Bella’s hands went to the back of their heads. Her hips gyrated against nothing, longing for them to fill her. To pin her down and unleash themselves into her. Her soaked pussy ached to be touched, her clit needing to be flattened by the weight of someone on top of her.
Jason stood up, looking down at her with deep lust in his eyes. His hand absently stroked his cock, now beginning to go fully erect. He bit his lip and walked out of the room. “Don’t get started just yet,” he called over his shoulder.
“Where’s he going?” she asked Kyle, still sucking on her tit.
“Mmmmmhmmmummm,” was his reply. His was clamped on, and he wasn’t coming off to answer a silly question.
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