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Fire Station 69

Lynn had always had a thing for firefighters. “Doesn’t any woman,” you might respond. Oh, but her dedication was special!

She attended all the firefighter calendar events. Her husband encouraged it! …And encouraged her to be as naughty as she liked – so long as he could hear about it after.

So it was inevitable that she would meet Brian. Calendar boy material himself, he organized the show rather than participated in it. “Too bad,” she always thought: Half to be able to show some of her closest friends who her flame taming open lover was.

“The tickets are out for the calendar competition today – I have a pair for you to pick up tonight at the station. Give me a call,” Brian had said in the message on her cell.

She called him back and made arrangements to meet him at the fire station that night. She always loved visiting him and putting on a bit of a show for all the firefighters. Hell, she’d put on the WHOLE show if he wanted right there with all of them watching.

He told her that he was at a brand new fire station that wasn’t officially open yet, in the middle of a housing development under construction. He was there on a special duty – the builder had discovered he could lower his insurance significantly by having firefighters on pay-duty in the station. So Brian and another firefighter were at the station-in-the-middle-of-nowhere.

She dressed that night in a short skirt that showed off her gorgeous legs and a tight top that showed off the work she’d put in at the gym and headed off following Brian’s directions.

She turned off the main road onto a road that was paved – but covered in mud from the construction traffic. The area was deserted, except for a security guard in a car as she went in. Houses in various stages of construction dotted odd lots.

Then suddenly she came around the corner to see the low lighting of an official building – the fire station – most of the interior of the building in darkness.

Brian had seen the headlights as she came in the lot and was out to greet her before she had a chance to get out of the car.

She saw him and smiled and rushed to hug him and plant a kiss on him. Fuck, he could kiss she thought. Soul stirring, pussy drenching kisses. He’d do it in front of the other firefighters, cheeky little bastard! Of course that only made her wetter.

She noticed that he was dressed in her favourite attire: His fire pants – with the red suspenders – and a tank top that said “FIRE” across the back. She definitely knew he was hot, she didn’t have to be told!

“Let me introduce you to who I’m working with tonight,” he said.

They walked hand in hand across the parking lot to the door right by the garage doors where the trucks were parked.

She saw a tall dark haired guy, well built, she noticed, dressed exactly like Brian, working on one of the fire trucks.

As Lynn and Brian entered the station, he looked up and smiled at her. She recognized him now! It was Peter, the Aussie, another one of the calendar boys she remembered from the steamy hot firefighter calendar competition she had attended a few months before. She had grabbed him as he walked by at one point that evening – her courage fortified by the drinks she’d had. Peter didn’t miss a beat that night. He turned and kissed her deeply. It had surprised the fuck out of her. But she’d loved it.

Brian looked after the re-introductions while Peter looked attentively in Lynn’s eyes, not loosing her gaze for a moment. Her pussy was already sopping.

“…so that’s it, just the two of us here tonight,” Brian concluded. It had been something about the builders insurance and the builder paying to have a skeleton crew of firefighters – 2 – on duty instead of the normal 4.

Her erotic little mind was already reeling at the possibilities with just the two of them there when Brian seemed to tune in on the wave-length.

“This place is great. If we’ve got visitors coming we can see them a mile-away down the road. The only reason anyone comes down this road at night usually is to get to this station. …And we’ve already had our visit from the platoon chief tonight,” Brian informed.

“Let us show you the newest truck,” he continued. “It’s just been put in storage here until they’re ready to put in service.”

The two men grabbed Lynn by each hand and walked her over to the new truck. Her legs were trembling and she had trouble walking. She thought she knew now what Brian was up to.

They arrived at the side of a brand-new shiny red fire truck. The word “Command” was stencilled on the side in big letters.

“This new command truck has an observation platform on the top,” Brian said as he pointed to a narrow stair up the side of the truck. “It’s handy for things like haz-mat incidents where you want to get a view from afar on an elevated platform.”

Brian pulled a button on the side of the truck and with a sound of rushing air, a railing rose from the side of the truck and came up to about waist height.

“M’lady,” Brian said in a phoney butler’s accent, “may I escort you to the observation deck?”

With the help of them both she managed to get up the stair.

Peter followed them up so she definitely knew something was up!

Once up top, Brian urged her to the front of the platform next to the railing. He situated himself in the corner of the railing and grabbed both her hands. He pulled her toward himself as he looked into her eyes and slowly he fastened her hands to the railing on either side of him.

“Madam,” he said, “this is a ten ticket ride. We promise no harm will come to you as long as you continue to hang onto the railing.” With that he kissed her deeply, soulfully, passionately right through to her core.

Brian’s hands were on her arms, but she could now feel another set of hands on her back. Peter, that little devil! Brian, that great big devil! He’d cooked all of this up!

She looked out the front window of the fire station and wondered fleetingly how many women fantasized about being in THIS position that she was in RIGHT NOW.

Then the sensations were too much for thought of anything but the sensations themselves.

Brian kissing her face, Peter with his hand on her ass. It wasn’t long before she lost her top and Brian was lavishing attention on her wonderfully sensitive breasts. Her first orgasm from that snuck up on her. She could hear someone’s gasping breathes echoing off the hard fire station walls and suddenly realized they were her own.

Peter’s lips on her back, shoulders and neck; Brian kissing her deep, both men’s tongues and lips competing for most sensual activity.

Her skirt falls to the floor and she can feel Peter removing her skimpy panties. “Soaked!” she barely hears him remark.

Brian, kisses her belly, breasts, between her breasts, shoulders and Peter lavishes attention on the entire landscape of her back. It feels like she’s got hands, fingers, lips and tongues all over her body.

She hangs on to the railing ever tighter as Brian moves down her belly. She knows the direction he’s going and she knows where she wants to feel his tongue. He teases for a moment by reversing direction which causes her to insistently rock her hips back and forth.

While this is going on she can feel Peter at the small of her back and on the cheeks of her ass. Licking and playfully biting.

“Spread your legs and hang onto the bar,” Brian commanded all of a sudden in his most official tone.

She obeyed and could feel Brian’s kisses descending down her pelvis. Peter, meanwhile was nibbling and licking the crack of her ass. She could feel him slowly moving down her ass.

She spread her legs a little more and re-established her footing.

Brian saw his chance and suddenly, quickly licked her engorged clit. “Aaahhhh,” she cried out from the delicious shock of the sensation. That alone had almost pushed her over the edge.

Behind she could feel Peter’s tongue, also descending. He snaked himself under her and started tonguing her ass hole! OH, GOD it felt good! To have this forbidden place so lovingly caressed by this beautiful man’s TONGUE! She hoped Brian had informed him that only tongues were allowed there, but right now she just enjoyed the sensation.

Suddenly another sensation from the front as Brian snaked his tongue and started licking her pussy.

“AAAAAAahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!” she screamed as she began to come.

The two of them concentrated their attention on their little parts of her anatomy that seemed to like the attention the most for what felt like half an hour.

She crested one orgasm after another, not caring that anyone would hear her carnal screams simply because there was no one around to hear them.

“Fuck Me,” she finally insisted.

Brian obliged by dropping his fire pants to reveal he wore nothing underneath. Off with the tank top and he stroked his semi hardness to full staff as he kissed her on the mouth.

He pulled her to him, lined his hips with hers, and quickly entered her. “Jesus Christ,” she exclaimed as he did. Another orgasm, as she held him tight with her head on his shoulder. The sensation of him fucking her drove her crazy. His hard cock caressing her every sensitive spot inside her pussy.

She could feel Peter’s hands on her hips, pulling her toward him. As soon as Brian’s cock left her pussy, she could feel Peter enter her deeply from behind. Another screaming orgasm echoed off the walls at the sensation of this new, strange cock in her.

She was so wet by this point that her natural lubrication splatted to the metal below every so often. She didn’t stream, but she dripped constantly.

Brian and Peter shared her pussy back and forth in this manner like they’d practiced it... They probably had, she thought, the horny bastards!

When she felt like the muscles in her legs could take no more, she could finally feel Peter’s cock starting to spasm inside her. It grew and she could feel it spirting it’s seed inside her walls, penetrating her so deeply from behind.

Peter gasped the conclusion of this first climax and withdrew his cock from her. As the head of his cock left her warm, quivering pussy, his seed splattered to the floor to mix with her own puddle on the plating below.

Brian didn’t miss a beat. He plunged himself back in her quivering pussy and grabbed her hips. Suddenly she could see the face she’d seen before as he began filling her with his seed. A spirting, crying, screaming orgasm as he kissed her deep on the mouth again.

She thought the smells at that moment were incredible – their bodies, her body, their colognes, her perfume, the smell of cum and her wet pussy. She drew the smell of it all into her nostrils as she might the fragrance of a fine wine and savoured the absolute carnality of scent. Mmmmmm!

Brian held her tight, supporting his own weight by leaning against the railing, his cock still semi-hard inside her.

The two of them laughed that laugh of a couple who had been down naughty roads like this before. “You said you wanted to do it on top of a fire truck.” Brian explained, “How was that?

“Wonderful,” she exclaimed in a hoarse whisper.

“Well, your little firehouse fantasy continues, you know. We have something for you to see in the dorm,” Brian said.

When they had collected themselves they got down off the observation platform and went into the dorm.

All the mattresses had been taken off the beds and collected in one mass on the floor. Around them were glow sticks in various colours, yellow, red and green.

“It’s a fire hall,” said Brian in mock horror, “we couldn’t have candles.”

The three of them got on the mattresses and continued where they had left off atop the new fire truck.

When she left early the following morning she could honestly say she had never had such an erotic, fun, horny, orgasm filled night as that one.

On the way home she prayed for more builders to put a couple of lonely firefighters on duty in remote fire stations for her to visit.



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