0 comments/ 14510 views/ 2 favorites The Fires By: usm1carbine Having been a fireman for over 20 years, we always look for new and exciting experiences. Living in the Mid Atlantic and never having been to the west coast, the request for volunteers to go out and fight woodland fires in Oregon and Washington was all I needed, I jumped at the chance. All of the volunteers packed up their gear and we all met at Andrew's Air Force Base, as the government was willing to provide transportation to the west coast. Everyone chatted about our new adventure and we were given assignments en route, I drew shuttle duty, shuttling water to the crews in the forward areas. There was more than one reason I chose to go, it just so happened that I had made contact with a very sexy lady in the area and after many hot messaging sessions, she had made my blood boil and here was a perfect opportunity to go and visit her in real time. It wouldn't be easy to see her, not only was she married, but we had to work 12 hour shifts, which left little time for socializing, we were, after all, there to fight fires. We were taken to the main headquarters in Portland, Oregon after we arrived and familiarized with the area and the fires now burning and then driven to a forward area where a makeshift tent city had emerged. They worked us for a week and then we were given two days off in Portland, a motel had graciously donated rooms for our use, and we were shuttled to town and dropped at the various motels. I called her cell phone and she freaked when she found out I was in town and made arrangements to meet in the afternoon. I heard a knock on my door and there before me was the woman whose picture I had stared at for so long, in the flesh! We embraced and my hands circled her body as our lips met and a long soulful kiss ensued as I kicked the door shut. She was everything I had imagined, a typical "girl next door," very vibrant and extremely sexy as our tongues fought each other for the control of the kiss. My hands went to cover her sweet ass as I gently squeezed her cheeks in my hands and I felt her begin to melt in my hands. I felt her hands as they worked to open my pants and grasp my hard cock as she lightly stroked its length and I broke our kiss to hear her softly moaning as my mouth sought out her neck and began to suck and kiss it, working ever farther down to her top button of her blouse as my hands left her sweet ass to fumble with the buttons. I got her blouse open and my hands pulled the cups of her bra off to expose the delicious mounds beneath, her head rolled back as I sucked a nipple in and her hands worked at my cock as she moaned a little louder at the sensations my mouth was causing. She had confided in me that her breasts were very sensitive and my mouth was proving that fact, as I switched form one to the other and her breaths increased as she moaned deeper at each movement on her nipples. My hands went to her waist as I opened her jeans and slid a hand beneath her panties to glide over her smooth mound, dragging my finger sensuously over her bare pussy lips as she squirmed at my actions. I found her clit and just as we had discussed in all of our conversations, it was so hard and erect and my finger on it caused her to gasp in pleasure as I rubbed it. My mind was in turmoil, I knew she didn't have a lot of time to spend with me and I so wanted to give her all the things we had discussed online, "When do you have to be back?" I asked her as she groaned at my touch, "I took the afternoon off lover, we have 4 hours until I have to go," and I decided right then that I would fill her four hours with everything I could work into that time frame. We released each other and stripped our clothes off, her body was so sexy and I knew I had to have it! I sat down on the bed and she got to her knees to please me, we had been in many conversations about how all we wanted to do was to please the other, but I also knew that she was submissive, so I used that against her as I pulled her up and across my lap. She knew what would happen next as my hand resounded on her tender ass cheek and she yelped at the slap as my hand soothed the pinkish flesh it had created. I felt her shudder on my lap in anticipation of her spanking and each time her yelps got quieter and I noticed that my inner legs were getting wet from her excitement, she had always told me how much she enjoyed being spanked and I intended to give her much enjoyment today. I watched as her legs parted slightly and her cute, naked crotch was exposed as my spanks began to center on it, my hands rubbing through her wetness after each spank and then, when my hand connected with her clit, she exploded, her pussy gushing its juices onto my legs as she rocked on my lap and I continued my pussy spanking. Her clit was so hard that it poked out now from its contact with my hand and I concentrated on rubbing it after each spank, driving her almost insane with need. Each erotic spank brought her belly down hard on my cock as I felt it nuzzle her belly button and her moans became gasps as my hard cock drove into her tender flesh and I moved one hand to cup her beautiful tit as I rubbed and pinched and squeezed her nipple, getting her even wetter as she bucked on my lap and another orgasm was set off, causing her to scream as she once again coated my legs with her nectar. "Please, I want to please you," she said as she relaxed her body over my lap, "Your orgasms please me Maggie," I told her and she looked at me like there was nothing she wouldn't give me and I relented. "Have you ever bobbed for apples Maggie?" I asked her and she looked at me a little funny, "Yes, when I was a kid," and I brought out some Velcro straps I had brought along and stood her up and secured her wrists behind her back and pushed her down to her knees between my legs. I grabbed my cock and held it to her, "This is your apple Maggie," and she smiled as she leaned forward to capture it with her mouth and sucked it in, she was fantastic! Her mouth felt like a warm glove as she swallowed me into it and I watched as she bobbed on my cock, striving to take even more into her mouth as I stared into her pretty blue eyes. I scooted to the end of the bed and spread my legs wide so that she could have plenty of room and my hands moved around her head to capture her beautiful tits once more as I felt her moans vibrate through my cock. I watched as my cock kept disappearing into her mouth and I felt her nipples gyrate in my hands and I watched her wrists fight against her bindings, wanting to be free to help her mouth. That was what was so erotic about it, she was helpless, she wanted this, but I wanted her to feel helpless while she did it. I liked to control, but she liked being controlled as well and we made a perfect couple. Her mouth was feeling so fantastic and I grabbed her head with one hand as I shoved myself into her throat and she groaned as I did, loving that as well and I soon couldn't take any more as I shot into her mouth and she gurgled as she swallowed my hot jism down and cleaned me up, drinking my cock like a straw to get every last drop. The look on her face was so delicious, and seeing her all restrained I couldn't help but to give her another dose of hands on love as I pulled her to her feet and pushed her face down on the bed, her cute, slightly rosy cheeks looking up at me. Once again she writhed at her bindings, uncertain of my intentions, but as my hand slapped her cheek once more and her flesh resounded, she began to squirm, knowing that she had met her match. I grasped her around the waist and raised her up and pushed two pillows beneath her stomach, to project that luscious ass up in the air as I went back to administering her spanking, her crimson cheeks and her deep moans let me know that I was getting all the right responses. She was steadily moaning as I stopped and put my head to her gorgeous ass and began to lick her wounds, as her moans turned to gasps and my tongue worked to soothe her heated flesh. I spread her delicate cheeks with my hands as my tongue made a path from her backbone all the way around to her hard little clit, which made her groan as I flicked my tongue over it and I watched as her hands fought to be free. I pushed my thumb into her wet pussy and my finger danced on her clit as my tongue now concentrated on her perfect little rosebud that presented itself to me. It twitched as my tongue bore down on it, and I could feel her body pushing back to meet my hand and my tongue as her moans got louder and her hands worked frantically to get free. Many, many times when I had talked to her, we had discussed the fact that she was a squirter, and now I would get to see for myself as I felt the first squirt on my hand. Her voice was getting hoarse as her moans dried her mouth and throat and my tongue now moved to capture the sweet nectar I was forcing out of her with my actions. It was highly erotic and my cock jumped as I marveled at her squirts and moved in with my mouth so that I could catch some. She tasted wonderful, her nectar was sweet and sexy and I drank her in, letting my tongue lap up and down her dreamy pussy as she fought to hold out as long as she could. I increased the movements of my fingers and tongue and soon she could hold back no longer as her sweet nectar poured into my mouth and I moved my hand to cover her wet pussy completely with my mouth. After my tongue had completely lapped her nectar up, I closed my mouth on her and began to suck on her pussy, drawing her outer lips into my mouth as she squealed at the feeling and I received one final squirt as my reward. I reached up and removed her strap and now her hands moved to stroke my head as I teased at her still moist pussy with my tongue. I moved my tongue upwards to her pink little rosebud once more and began to tongue it, watching it twitch at my tongue's manipulation. "Oh please, fuck me, take me, I'm yours. Anyway you want me, use me to please us both," and I moved onto the bed as I positioned my stiff cock at her rosebud and she let out a gasp as I pushed the head inside. Her sweet ass swallowed me up and I soon felt my balls touch her naked pussy lips as I stopped and felt the warmth and tightness of her beautiful ass. Being up on the pillows presented quite an appealing angle and as I slowly pulled out and then pushed back in, her hips began to meet my thrusts and her hands began to pull at her nipples as she moaned an approval. Her ass was exquisite, I hadn't done this sort of thing a lot, mainly because I had experienced pain in the past, but she was causing only pleasure as I rammed into her and felt my balls slap her pussy, much to her delight. "Oh yes, fuck my ass baby, stick it all in me, I want it, I need it so bad!!" she screamed out as I picked up my pace, knowing that my cock couldn't take very much of this velvet ass before I exploded. I grabbed two handfuls of her ass cheeks as I plowed into her and both of us were moaning nonstop now as our mutual orgasms approached and just like perfect timing, we came at the same time, both of us screaming out as her nectar coated my balls and my jism flooded her sweet ass and as we relaxed, I slumped down on top of her, my cock still buried in her wonderful ass. I gently eased out of that wonderful ass and we lay together facing each other as our hands caressed each other and our lips met. We lay there, enjoying the comforts of each other, knowing that there was only one more part of her body I needed to fill to have totally had her and my hand began to rub the lips of her sweet pussy as our mouths once again locked together in a soulful kiss, oblivious to our surroundings. I had heard so many times about her hard clit and how much it loved attention, so my finger played with it as we kissed and I could feel its hardness pressing back, it was just like I had imagined as I rubbed it and felt her begin to ooze. I cupped a tit with my free hand and felt a small squirt as I gently pinched her nipple and then I pulled her body on top of me as she moved her hand to guide me between her wet pussy lips and she slowly let her weight carry me deep inside of her and I watched the look of delight on her face as she looked back at me with those blue eyes. Her hands rested on my chest as she began to move up and down and her hands grasped my nipples as she did and I in turn took both of her beautiful tits in my hand and kneaded the soft, supple flesh as we began another journey to ecstasy. Watching her ride me was so incredibly sexy and I loved when she bumped her pelvis against mine and my cock felt like it was bordering on the entrance to her womb as both of us began to moan and pant, feeling yet another orgasm coming. Her pussy felt every bit as wonderful as her mouth and ass had and soon I couldn't help myself as squirts of jism erupted inside of her triggering her own flood of juices as I felt it run down my balls and towards the cheeks of my ass as she kept on riding as long as her strength held out and then collapsed on my chest, her talented pussy milking the remnants of my jism from me as she smiled and we kissed. She lay there on top of me until my cock softened and exited and then rolled beside me as I looked at her flushed face, knowing I had pleased her so much and in turn, she had pleased me as well. We took a shower and afterwards I rubbed some of the hotel lotion on her slightly pink cheeks before she stepped into her panties and pulled them up. I turned her around and planted sweet kisses on her still erect nipples as she rubbed my head and confessed that she had to go, but she didn't want to. Not wanting to cause her any troubles at home, I reluctantly let her beautiful tits go and watched as she put her bra on and teasingly offered her cupped tits to me before she pulled her jeans on and her blouse and sat down to put her shoes back on. "One more for the road," she said as she knelt between my legs and fed her wonderful mouth my hard cock and I cupped her head as she rocked back and forth, sucking my cock deep into her mouth. I teased her hard nipples through their restraints as Maggie gobbled me up, her wonderful mouth pulling me back to her throat as her moans vibrated through the length of my shaft. Her hand cupped and rubbed my balls as my cock filled her mouth over and over again and I could feel her sucking action I watched her cheeks suck in and felt the wonder of her mouth. Her hands now grasped my ass cheeks as she jerked me hard into her mouth and the feeling made me explode as my cum ran into her mouth and she groaned at its hot saltiness as she swallowed it down. She held my cock in her hand as she licked the sides, making sure she left no spot untouched, and slowly looked up at me, a very contented look on her face. I stood up and kissed her, tasting my own saltiness in her mouth and I held her tight, so glad that I had the opportunity to realize my dreams with her. We made plans for another rendezvous, but changes in the weather caused me to cut my little vacation short and I had to go back to the fires. They packed us off back home as soon as everything was under control, so Maggie and I went back to our online love affair and the occasional phone sex. The Fires of Beltane Scotland: 1559 Margarete and Lise had come to Scotland in May, so the shortness of the days approaching midwinter was a somewhat disturbing marvel. Accustom to the light and mildness of the countryside around Bordeaux, They beheld the late sunrise and early sunset with wonder and dismay. As an active person, Lise was used to tramping around fields and hillsides, ostensibly to search out useful herbs. As attendant to Margarete, her duties were somewhat poorly defined, and the intimacy they shared gave her more latitude in such things than servants usually enjoyed. Since the injuries she had sustained to body and spirit at Lamas, these tramps had been curtailed, but as the days shortened, she felt a growing need for them. Though used to going about alone, she did not object to the presence of Owen on such rambles. Though she wouldn't admit it to herself, it felt better to have someone with her after the violence that had befallen her at the celebration of the first harvest. Also, it gave them time away from the constraint and constant observation of daily life in the great hall. After a long and skillful courtship during which each gave as good as they got, they had become lovers, but only for a day. The same license that had lead her to wander away into the woods with him that day, had allowed her to disregard a lifetime of hard lessons, and put herself in the path of the violation that had nearly rubbed her of her will to live. That terrible time had passed, but, confused in her mind about cause and effect, she did not know herself, nor how to return to their former intimacy. For his part, Owen was a singer of songs and a teller of tales, and had a vast threshold for the range of human behaviour. To regain what they had shared so briefly, he was willing to wait, though perhaps not passively. She likewise had spent a large part of her life as an entertainer. As a favoured lady's attendant, such skills were rarely called upon, but she and Owen had often traded tales for entertainment, and other more subtle purposes. Sometimes on their walks to absorb as much daylight as they could, they would pass the time by telling each other stories. At first, these were childrens' stories, amusing tales of fabulous animals; fairy encounters; childish exploration; the first venturings into the larger world. One afternoon when the sun was shining and the wind still, they found themselves in a sheltered open space where the sun warmed them, and heaped dry pine needles offered rest. When they had sat down, one of the awkward silences descended between them. It was one of the times when Lise was disoriented by memories and obscure fears, and conversation was difficult. She regretted having stopped. It was easier to pass off such moments when moving. Owen broke the silence in his easy, good-natured tones. "Shall I tell you a story?" She smiled and nodded with relief. Regardless of the story, the sound of his voice with its Welsh lilt was always soothing to her. He looked slowly around the small clearing. It was bright. The warmth of the sun was a sensual delight, and it brought out the pungency of pine needles. He considered. It was the sensuous warmth of the sun that made him decide to leave childish stories behind. "I will tell you a wholesome tale of how a young man discovered his favourite pastime." Lise raised her eyebrows in enquiry. "The lesson came not from a school master or craftsman, but from a lively dairy maid with an adventurous spirit and a roving eye." With one mischievous glance into her eyes, he lay back on the abundant needles and his voice drifted comfortably up to her, while his eyes remained fixed on the treetops. "This lad had been fostered far away from home, but his fosterage was a fortunate one, and he had a genuine place in the life of the castle where he lived. He had long since begun paying attention to girls and women, so he noted immediately when the younger sister of the chief dairy woman came to bide there. "She was pretty and brown-haired, and possessed desires too strong to be constrained by convention, though she did achieve a successful show of modesty as a way to leave herself relatively free to make sport with grooms and labourers. She had a special eye for lads who she judged to be unschooled in such pursuits, and took on their education with a will. This lad was far too inexperienced to recognize her pursuit, and she executed it with no little thought and skill. "The lad was not assigned to any particular guildsman or training, but to all. This meant that he could be ordered about at the need of whatever aspect of castle life required labour. Somehow, the crafty dairy maid managed to be there to show him how to churn butter, chop vegetables in the kitchen, or some other such task which required her to lean close in demonstration or assessment of his work. He would stand rooted, telling himself that she was oblivious of her breast pressing up against his arm, or her forearm brushing his. Her little advances were such that he could never convince himself that she meant what he hoped she meant. "One day, when he had gone down to the lakeside to bathe, he found a woman's garments on the shore. Looking out, he saw that the dairy maid was before him in the water, not knowing that she had hurried down on hearing that he was headed that way himself soon. "She made a mild show of surprise and concern upon seeing him, but she did not shriek or warn him away. On the contrary, she lingered, her shoulders chastely below the water's surface, but her body not entirely invisible. He tried and failed not to stair. "Far from reproving him, she said coolly, 'I fear I have placed my garments too near the water's edge. Will you move them further back for me lest they get wet?' "She stayed where she was while he did so, shifting languidly in the water. "'Did you come here to bathe?' she asked. "'Y... Yes,' he got out, but panicked at the very idea. He longed for her to climb out of the water for he had never seen a woman naked before. At the same time, he was so nervous that he found himself stammering an apology and stumbling off back to the castle, so he didn't see her smug smile. "One day in late summer, many folk were occupied with the first harvest, and in the morning, she asked him quietly to meet her in the stable after the noon meal so that he could see something she had found in the hay loft. At last, he began to hope that his weeks of trailing after her like a dog with its tongue hanging out might finally avail him. "He was there before her, and fidgeted horribly with nerves until she came. Putting a finger to her lips, she went before him up the ladder to the loft, offering him a tantalizing glimpse into the mysteries of feminine undergarments, and no small portion of her well-turned leg. He was up after her in a trice. "She put her finger to her lips once more, and all that then passed, passed in silence. "She pressed herself against him and kissed him. At first he didn't trust her not to be teasing him for her amusement, but the genuine flavour of her own enjoyment was so apparent that he no longer doubted. "She guided him silently in undressing her, but when he would have moved with more initiative, she gently but firmly placed his hands away from her, making it clear that he was to do her bidding, which suited him better than he would have liked to admit, since he had almost no idea what to do. "When they had both undressed, she pushed him on to his back and introduced him to pleasures more subtle than he had dreamed. She kissed him in a place and manner that left him powerless. A woman of experience, she liked to please men in this way first for several reasons. Primarily, she wished to prolong matters later on, and knew that this caress, while endearing herself to any young man's fancy, would also ensure that she got as much of what she wanted most as possible. She was aroused by the power gained by rousing another. In this young man, she had found one who expressed his appreciation of her attentions in just the right way to inflame her desire further. "She engulfed him fully in her mouth. He watched this with awe, and felt it with a dizzying pleasure that made him want to do many things at once, but most of all to stay as still as possible lest he break the spell of her tongue. When her skilled movements caused the explosion of pleasure he had only ever experienced at his own hands, he lay dazed, motionless and silent for a time. One hand gripped her shoulder lest she dissolve into fantasy. "She smiled up at him knowingly, then moved to lie beside him. He turned toward her, touching her wonderingly. Her touch on him was less ethereal. She kissed him, overcoming his initial discomfort considering what had just happened. She pressed herself against him and drew his hand between her legs to show him the effects of him on her. He explored, fascinated. "It wasn't long before he was ready for her. Eventually she would introduce him to many positions from which they enjoyed feeling his strong thrusts inside her, but that first time she straddled his hips and thought mostly of pleasing herself. Accomplished from wide and eager experience, she used his hard penis and enthusiasm to satisfy weeks of accumulated lust. He learned, to his amazement, that women too could reach a peak of pleasure, but when he looked covertly for the result, he found only the pervasive slippery moisture that made it so much more pleasurable than he could have imagined to thrust in and out of her. "She was a kind lass, as well as a lusty one, and she made it clear that she'd welcome his attentions whenever discretion and opportunity offered. Of course he fancied himself in love with her, but this illusion did not survive his discovery of her in the hay loft with the senior groom some months later. She was gentle to him, but firm in her assertion that there was no understanding between them, and that he was as free as she to seek other companionship. "After some time, and some ruthless ribbing by more experienced lads, he came to see that she spoke wisely, and he became somewhat widely known among the maidens, and even some of the matrons of the castle." Owen sat up slowly to find Lise gazing peacefully at the surrounding trees, her lips curved in a small smile, her body no longer speaking of constraint. Slowly she turned her eyes to him. "A fine tale," she said calmly, but the spark in her dark eyes told him that she knew who the young lad might have been. On inclement days, Lise and Owen would sometimes find one another in the great hall of an afternoon. Lise's nominal domestic duties discharged, and his grueling work of helping in cottage building halted by the weather, they would sit companionably, she doing needle work, he cleaning and maintaining the musical instruments of the castle or polishing blades. On one such afternoon, he said into an easy silence, "Tell me a story." Nothing loathed, she cast about for something to amuse him. "Your tale of the young lad and the dairy maid put me in mind of a story about two travelling entertainers and an in-keeper." She glanced around, perceiving that, though episodic activity was going on around them, none were close enough to overhear. "I must warn you it is quite a scandalous tale.... Perhaps you would rather hear about the boy and the three geese?" He knew that she herself had made her living as an entertainer before entering Margarete's service, and he raised his eyebrows in enquiry, as she had done that day in the sunny clearing. "There are no others to hear; pray tell me your scandalous tale." "There was a very young woman who habitually travelled with a group of tumblers and musicians. She had made her way very much alone in the world, and was therefore perhaps even more prone to girlish idolatry than most of her age. She had conceived a consuming longing for an accomplished tumbler in her company. He was not unkind, but he was self-serving, and quite discriminating in his pleasures. "Midsummer happened to take them to Marseilles. There was an inn there which they had often frequented. It was run by Natalie, an able and attractive woman whose husband spent months at a time at sea, leaving her womanly needs unsatisfied. She and the tumbler had long been lovers whenever the opportunity offered itself. The very young woman did not know this. "The younger woman was drawn to Natalie because of the woman's kindness and competence, but also by something nameless and exciting that arose in her body when Natalie gave her long affectionate hugs. With the freedom of women together, they would sit, arms about each other on the settle during the inn keeper's brief spates of inactivity, and the younger woman would experience a heightened awareness of Natalie's body, an intense enjoyment of the closeness. She never really thought about how these feelings shared a quality with her longing for the tumbler, never really thought about why Natalie seemed to enjoy softly caressing the back of her neck, or brushing her with a feathery touch just above the collarbone on rising to resume her work. "As I have hinted, the tumbler was crafty in the procurement of his pleasures: a quality he shared in good measure with the inn keeper. On an evening when the long days and warm temperatures afforded chances less common in winter, these two laid a cunning plan for the young lady, trusting in her ignorance and eagerness. Their trust was not misplaced. "The tumbler had been aware for some time of the young lady's feelings toward him. Likewise, Natalie perceived that her subtle importunities toward the young lady were not rebuffed, were in fact met with the glassy-eyed expression of almost unconscious arousal. "At twilight one evening, the tumbler asked the young woman to come to his inn room that he might show her some costuming items he had purchased that day, and which he thought she might like to make use of. He was standing very close to her, laying a necklace of beads around her neck and secretly enjoying the sight of her dilated pupils and flushed cheeks, when there was a knock. Natalie's musical tones were audible through the closed door. "'I have brought your washing water.' "The tumbler allowed an expression of alarm to show on his face. "'Quickly' he whispered, 'It would be improper for you to be found here. Hide behind this curtain until she is gone.' "Uncertain of what such an impropriety might mean, the biddable and naive young woman did as he commanded. "When Natalie entered, she set the pale of water down on the wash stand and turned eagerly to the tumbler. After a silence which the young woman found puzzling, she chanced a peek from behind her concealing curtain. What she saw made her dilated eyes widen even further. "Natalie stood within the circle of the man's arms, her face upturned, her lips pressed to his. As the young woman watched, the man and woman began running their hands eagerly over one another and divesting one another of every stitch of clothing. It being a warm day of midsummer, the two lay down together on the bed, having no need of a blanket. From where she stood, the young woman had a clear view of them as they continued to kiss and caress one another. "She watched in fascination as Natalie turned onto her back while the tumbler took each of her nipples in turn into his mouth. As Natalie made soft sounds of sensual delight and writhed sinuously against her lover, the young lady found her own body moving in gentle sympathy with Natalie's. Natalie rolled over to face the man and cupped his muscular behind so suggestively that the watcher behind the curtain seemed to feel his flesh beneath her own hands. Natalie flung her leg across the man's hip and rocked her pelvice against him with a rhythm that made the young lady long to feel that graceful leg thrown over her own hip, to move her own body against it. "Natalie turned onto her back once more, and this time the man followed. His body seemed to cover Natalie's, but from where she stood, the young lady could see how his erect penis slid against Natalie's body, then disappeared between her legs. "As Natalie let out a soft cry of pleasure and satisfaction, the young lady was barely aware that her hand had strayed between her own thighs and was moving slowly there. The sheer force and physicality of what was happening on the bed might have been frightening had it not been patently obvious that Natalie relished his attentions. Indeed, while the young lady's conscious longings had been for the tumbler, it was the sight and sounds of Natalie's pleasure that caused her breath to quicken and the pressure of her hand against her own body to increase. "This went on for a time that went unmeasured by all, until first Natalie then the tumbler convulsed in what was clearly a peak of pleasure. The man still lay atop the woman, but the woman's eyes opened and slowly, seemingly at random, moved about the room. They came to the curtain. So absorbed had the young lady become, that she failed to remember concealment. Natalie's eyes opened wide, and her mouth made an o of astonishment so well done that the young lady didn't suspect that in keepers can also be players. "Natalie gave a muted cry of surprise, and made to leap up. Dislodged, the tumbler went up on his knees and turned to follow Natalie's gaze. Natalie gave an excellent performance of outraged and dismay. "'You bad girl! What do you mean by sneaking around and peeking at us so? Why are you hiding there behind the curtain? Why ever did you come to this man's room alone? How could you intrude so?' "Dazed by unfamiliar arousal, intimidated by the two adults, uncertain of exactly which proprieties she had violated, the young lady was completely taken in, and utterly failed to discern the outrageous contradictions and inconsistencies in Natalie's outburst. On the contrary, her distress left her inarticulate, and so distraught that she felt tears prick her eyelids. She had been drawn to both these people, and now they were viewing her with apparent disdain and disapproval. The unscrupulous plan of these two lechers was proceeding exactly as they had hoped. "At the young lady's obvious distress, Natalie abandoned her outrage and began to show signs of sympathy for the young woman's fear. She sat back on the bed and sighed. "'Oh my dear, do not look so. I am not angry, just shocked to find you here and... Well you have seen something very private. You know you must speak of this to no one!' "Her tone sharpened markedly, and the frightened expression on the young woman's face became even more pronounced. Natalie made a convincing show of remorse, and a sincere show of compassion. "'Come here little one. You need not be frightened. You will be discreet won't you. Come and sit here with me.' "The young woman sat tentatively on the bed beside Natalie, reassured by her gentle expression. Natalie put an arm around her and drew close. She ran a comforting hand down the young woman's back and toyed fondly with her hair. "'I am not angry with you, do not fear. You surprised me greatly. Never mind, I will not ask why you were here, and you do not need to ask why I am here do you? What lovely glossy black hair you have. I have often wished to see it unbound. May I?' "With practiced fingers she loosened the young woman's hair and fanned it out across her shoulders. "'Lovely: are you less frightened now?' "'The young woman nodded, unable to speak. She didn't know what was happening, but she knew she wanted it to keep on happening. "'We have all had a shock,' Natalie said in her sweetly modulated tones. 'I think we could all enjoy some refreshment.' The Fires of Beltane "She looked at the man, then to the unwatered wine on the side table. He poured a large goblet, drank some himself, then offered the cup to Natalie. Natalie drank, then passed the cup to the young woman who still nestled against her. At Natalie's urging, she drained the goblet, then handed it shyly to the man who placed it on the table once more. He touched her shoulder lightly then sat down near her but not touching her. "'You will keep our secret?' he asked her a little sternly, reinforcing the young woman's delusion that she and not they had been caught in a morally ambiguous situation. She nodded shyly, still unwilling to speak, afraid of breaking whatever spell it was that held her between them. The unfamiliar scent of satisfied desire seemed to be as intoxicating as the unwatered wine, and she leaned confidingly against Natalie, longing for she knew not what. Natalie continued to stroke her back, the back of her neck, her flushed cheek. "'It is very warm in here,' Natalie said. 'Would you like us to help you take off your clothes so that you may be as we are?' When the young woman nodded again, the tumbler and the inn keeper, with unhurried sensuality, took off one item after another until she was as naked as they. Natalie touched her all over lightly with brushing fingertips. "'You are so pretty. Have you been touched like this before? Have you lain with a man before? I thought not. Did it look frightening? I assure you it is very pleasant! Would you like us to show you? I will touch you and hold you while it happens, and make sure you feel it all the right way.' "She ran knowing fingertips over the young woman's shoulders and breasts. She leaned forward and pressed her lips first against her throat, cheek, then against the young woman's open mouth. The tumbler sat on the bed at her feet and began running patient hands up and down her legs, reaching each time closer to the top of her thighs. "After a long time, Natalie and the tumbler changed places. He knelt over the younger woman where she lay on her back. He kissed her lips, then moved his mouth downwards to her full breasts. She lay feeling the subtle differences in the way each touched her. Natalie's caresses were soft, agonizingly delicate. Though his movements were not aggressive, still, she sensed the leashed masculine power behind them. It was exciting in a way that set an almost painful longing somewhere inside her. Natalie's hands had reached her vulva. They began by moving together in broad pressing movements, then became more precise. When she at last allowed herself to find the slippery confirmation she had known would be there, she caught the tumbler's eye. "'She is ready.' "Natalie lay down beside her, cradling her while the tumbler positioned himself on top of her. He guided his penis between her legs and rubbed the head along the length of her vulva, pausing on her clitoris, then moving downward, teasing her for long moments before he began to slide, with cultivated restraint, inside her. "having ridden astride for many years and spent considerable effort in men's clothes learning the strength and agility of tumbling, the young woman's maidenhead troubled her only slightly in the losing. After one uncomfortable moment during which the man stayed courteously still, the young woman was ready for him to begin moving slowly inside her. "Natalie leaned over her, kissing her deeply and squeezing her breasts in hands grown firm and urgent. The young woman perceived that the role of spectator was nearly as satisfying to Natalie as the role of participant had been. The tumbler reached out the hand nearest Natalie and played with her dark pointed nipple. She gasped with pleasure and pressed herself against the young woman's side. "'Take her nipple in your mouth,' he said to Natalie, and guided one of her hands to the younger woman's other breast. He went up onto his knees so that he could watch them while he thrust slowly and rhythmically. "Judging the moment with a practiced eye, Natalie reached her hand downward. For her own pleasure she wrapped her fingers briefly around the hard, slick cock as it moved in and out, then applied herself to pleasuring the younger woman with her hand. She was skilled, and the young woman very ready. It was not long until the younger woman learned to know the peak of pleasure, and then to know the secret thrill of feeling another reach that peak because of her. "When they had rested, Natalie said, 'Now I will show you a thing.' "She leaned over and took the tumbler's flaccid penis in her mouth. The young woman watched in amazement as he grew hard once more. He urged Natalie away from him and onto her hands and knees. Obviously willing, Natalie leaned forward, offering herself to him. He moved quickly and without restraint this time, entered her from behind. The young woman found as much enjoyment as observer as Natalie had. She sat cross-legged facing them, running eager hands over Natalie's breasts and belly, watching hypnotized as the man coupled energetically until the paroxysm overtook him. "During at long night, the two coached and guided the younger woman until she had sampled more delights than many know in a lifetime. That company came again to Marseilles, and those three enjoyed a rare and beguiling companionship whenever circumstances allowed." During this recitation, Lise had allowed herself only brief glimpses of Owen's face. She looked her fill now however, and found that her description of flushed cheeks and dilated eyes would have been apt for him too. The daring that had sustained her during the telling fled. With impeccable timing, Margarete chose that moment to enter the great hall from the courtyard. Catching Lise's eye in the familiar way that said Lise's presence was required, Margarete turned toward the spiral staircase leading to her chamber. Obediently, Lise rose to follow. "I have enjoyed our afternoon together," she said with sang fois which even she admired, Good day to you." Since their return from pilgrimage at Samhain, Margarete had enlivened preparations for sleep in her chamber each night by inventive attempts to rouse Lise's desire. Well pleased though Margarete was in her husband's bed, she had been deeply grateful that physical intimacy between herself and Lise had resumed, on the surpassingly rare occasions when it was safe for them to indulge themselves thus. Between Lise and Owen however, Margarete understood that matters were not so simple. Therefore, each night while Lise brushed and braided Margarete's hair or assisted with her clothing, Margarete engaged in a gentle, episodic seduction which left Lise stimulated but unsatisfied. Margarete had no experience in healing such wounds as Lise had received on Lamas night, but she sensed that part of Lise's path back to intimacy with Owen was the simple rousing of carnality. Months of deep kisses, sensual touching, creative tails of lust fulfilled told across a forgotten chess board, had left Lise stimulated, unsatisfied, edgy with roused passion: but still prone to spells of distraction, disorientation and fear of the act for which she longed so powerfully. On the day of Beltane, she was unsurprised when Owen proposed in midmorning that they withdraw discreetly from the more public festivity, and find their celebration alone together. They had done so on Lamas day with wonderful and unforgettable results, but the violent events of the following night had left Lise a different woman from the one who had frolicked so heedlessly then. Their walk that morning of Beltane was not the rambling one they had taken on Lamas. He guided them unerringly back to the sheltered clearing where he had told her the tale of the lad and the dairy maid. She did not question him. They both knew what this day held for them, and she was glad he had chosen a spot that was sufficiently secluded, but bright with spring sunlight. When they had shed the bulkiest of their clothing, and lain down facing one another on the bed of needles covered with cloaks he had made, he spent long silent minutes convincing her that he was in no hurry. She touched him shyly, which she had never done before this day. She felt like an inexperienced girl, not knowing what she should do or what it would be like. She was not an especially young woman, and it had been a very long time since she could have described herself as inexperienced. With the now familiar confusion about her sense of herself, she felt the immobility of uncertainty taking hold of her, and longed to forestall it. "Tell me a story?" she said in an entreating tone he had never heard from her before. Much moved, he told her the only story he could, at that moment, recall. "There was a woman of whit and cunning. She had made her own way in the world for many years, but eventually found herself in the service of a young noble woman. Such a life was foreign to her, but she was adaptable, and service soon grew into love and devotion between them. Her young mistress was given in marriage to a foreigner. These two set out together on the long journey to their new home, sustained by their bond of love for one another. "For her own reasons, the young noblewoman deeply wished to know to what manner of man she had been betrothed. Particularly, she desired to know how best to captivate him in their marriage-bed. The cunning and resourceful servant, eager to allay her mistress's fears, and not unwilling to undertake a dangerous adventure, fell into the company of some traveling entertainers who were to visit the soon-to-be bridegroom's castle. Donning a player's mask, the cunning and lusty adventurer charmed her way into his bedchamber. There, she found more than she had expected, but not more than she could cope with. "It transpired that she was not the only lass to find her way there that night, nor her mistress's betrothed the only man. On the night of Beltane, the castle's lord was disposed to share his prenuptial revels with his sworn companion. It was not the first time the two men had enjoyed such revels in company, and they knew an ease which the resourceful adventurer admired. She had no difficulty getting into the spirit of Beltane, and had her clothes off as quick and lively as any. "Though she was there primarily to observe her mistress's betrothed, she welcomed the attentions of the other man, for she liked his looks, and liked more the way he touched her." In the sunny clearing, Owen ran a hand smoothly across Lise's cheek, down her back, over the curve of waste and hip, and back again with a persistent but undemanding firmness. "The man found her low voice and active body very appealing, preferring her to any of the other lasses who sought to entertain him. She moved with a confidence and grace that captivated him, and, being a man of some experience with women, he could tell that her response to him was not the practiced one of a paid professional. When she took him in her mouth, he felt her skill, but also her liking for such a task. When he pushed her back on the bed and laid on top of her, he felt how her body reached up to his, urging him to enter her. When he thrust inside her he felt how her body thrust upwards to meet him, how her inner muscles took him with fierce joy, how her pleasure mounted with his." Owen traced his fingertips confidently down Lise's throat to the place over her collarbone where he knew her to be most sensitive. He noted with approval her dilated pupils and flushed cheeks, and smiled fondly into her eyes. "He would think back often to that night, wondering who the masked player had been, and whether he might ever encounter her again. "When the wedding party arrived, he was of course impressed by the beauty of the bride, but persistently intrigued by her lady companion. How could it be that she looked like no one he knew, but that when she moved or spoke he was enthralled? "This perplexity persisted in him, and contributed to the energy with which he pursued a flirtation with this enigmatic woman who bore herself like an athlete, played and sang like a professional musician, and only barely managed to maintain the humble and unassuming mien of a servant. She matched him move for move in this subtle dance over many months, and on the day of the festival of the first harvest, they two slipped away together, unable to wait for the sanction of the darkness outside the ring of festival fires that night. "Though cunning, this woman was honourable, and would not give herself to the man while he remained in ignorance of her identity. Haltingly and with much trepidation, she described her role in the Beltane revels, and found to her amazement that her deception merely served to enhance his admiration for her." Through the thin linen of Lise's shift, Owen's agile musicians hand traced a path around the curve of her full breast. "He had her in the grass. He had her in the pond. He had her against the trunk of a tree. She gave herself lying open on her back. She rode him till her own pleasure overcame her and she must collapse on top of him. She took him into her mouth and offered herself to his. They gave and took in equal measure, and had never known the like to each other." His tone had lost the story tellers impersonality. Her distraction and confusion dissolved. There in the sunlight, she remembered how it had been on Lamas day. She remembered it in her mind and in her body. She reached out carefully but not shyly to touch him, and found him as ready as herself. She urged him to remove all of his clothes, and did the same herself. She positioned them so that they still lay facing one another, but so that her lower leg was now beneath his waste. They kissed and caressed, and so gradual was the slide of his erect penis over her vulva and inside her, that it was no shock, and no troublesome barrier for her to overcome. Soon she found herself pushing against him in rhythmic thrusts that seemed to come of their own accord. He reached between her legs and stimulated her until, to her own amazement, she cried out with the joy of the perfectly satisfied woman. That night they took their places around the Beltane fires, and all could see that things were once more right between them. They sang and told stories for the entertainment of all, and more than once, their absence was noted as they slipped away into the darkness to honour the festival of Beltane in the time-honoured fashion. The Firestation Many thanks to my editor for his time,expertise and gentle instruction. You have been and continue to be most helpful. ****************************************** THE FIRESTATION Jane was fresh out of firefighting school and she was hot! All the guys in the department wanted to take her under their wing and under their body. She generated pure sex appeal, even in all of her gear. She was the only woman firefighter in a department of 30 men who were scattered among 6 firestations. Johnny was a veteran firefighter of 7 years. He saw people come and go and definitely did not want to see her go. He was 30, single, and wanted her. He pulled strings and made sure her schedule coincided with his. He sat next to her when they ate, slept in the bunk next to her when they were on the 24 hour shift, and followed her into burning buildings when they worked. He was her protector, her adviser, the man who lusted after her, the man who told the others to stay away from her. He was well liked in the department and the only single guy. The other men watched him watch her. They winked and nodded their heads at each other when she walked in the room and Johnny caught sight of her. He was like a puppy seeing his feed bowl put in front of him. They joked among themselves that if he had a tail he would wag it at the sight of her. He had something to wag at her all right, but it wasn’t a tail. Jane and she was every inch a woman. All 5’10” of her. When she took off her hat a crop of short curly blonde hair fell out. Her uniform covered a body that was a man’s best dream. She had an hourglass figure with a little more on the top half of the hourglass then the bottom half. Her soft brown eyes would melt a man’s heart like chocolate left out in the sun. She was soft spoken, her voice low and very feminine. She walked tall and straight and proud and her hips swung when she walked, like an invitation to paradise. Her father was Fire Chief in another state. She had grown up with firefighters and wanted to be one for as long as she could remember. She knew how passionate they were about their work. It wasn’t just a job to them, it was life and death. It was a brotherhood and now it included women. She moved to another state with her father’s blessing. He understood she had to prove herself on her own, without his influence. A matter of pride. Jane also knew what Johnny was all about. She had watched him as much as he had watched her and liked what she saw. He was tall with a broad chest and arms and legs of steel, built like a man ought to be built. All a definite plus for his chosen occupation. He was ruggedly handsome with thinning hair, a square jaw, blue eyes and a mustache. Oh how she loved a mustache! He carried himself with pride and dignity. She knew a dedicated firefighter when she saw one and she saw one in him. She liked it when he looked at her in that special way, desire written all over his face. She knew when they slept that he watched her, looked at her curves as she wiggled her bottom to snuggle into a good position. She did that for his benefit. She wanted him as much as he wanted her but would not make the first move. She wondered when he would. Wondered how much teasing he was going to endure, enjoying the effect she had on him, enjoying the effect he had on her. Her panties were wet more often then not. One day they returned from a call. Not a bad fire but bad enough to be covered with smoke and grime. It was her turn to take a shower first, since they had only one shower. She gathered her belongings and a towel . Johnny watched as she went into the shower room and closed the door. He gave her a few minutes then turned to the guys and without saying a word, gave them ‘the look’ and shook his index finger at them, letting them know they had better stay away. He opened the shower room door, stepped in and closed it quietly behind him. This was the day the rest of them had been waiting for! They had watched this coming on for months and if he thought they were going to be left out now, he better think again. They gathered around the peep hole taking turns watching, anticipating and winking at each other and grinning from ear to ear. She didn’t hear him come in over the noise of the water and her back was to him. He removed his clothes and stood watching her. He had seen her before, through the peep hole, but standing in the same room with her was different. She was beautiful. She all he had envisioned, a straight back, heart shaped buttocks and shapely long legs. He felt his cock stir. She turned around just as he touched himself. She drew in her breath and held the washcloth over her breasts, then smiled at him and slowly lowered it. That was all the invitation he needed and joined her in the shower. The others were taking turns watching and felt themselves harden in anticipation. Firefighters are known for their passion, and this sort of thing had happened many times before. Some of the guys had girlfriends that they ‘entertained’ at the station. Everyone kept quiet about it and minded their own business. This time was different. They weren’t going to miss the action! Johnny towered above Jane. He put one hand on her shoulder and one hand under her chin lifting her head and brushed her lips with his. She let out an audible sigh. She had waited so long for this and with her eyes closed, sought his lips and found them. Her kiss was passionate and full of promise. He gathered her in his arms and deepened the kiss, their hot tongues searing each other. Suddenly he pulled away, stepped back and smiled at her. “Don’t move,” he said. Picking up the bar of soap and working a lather up in his hands, he began washing the smoke and grime off himself, his eyes never leaving hers. She stood tall, her firm breasts high and perfectly shaped, nipples hard, rising and falling with each breath. Her eyes left his and wandered over his body. She watched his rippling arm muscles as he washed himself. Lowering her eyes she admired his hard stomach with the six pack. His legs were thick and muscular. Her eyes stopped and rested on his enormous erection, and she anticipated what it would feel like deep inside of her. She was wet now and it wasn’t from the shower. Her eyes once again met his. He watched her, pleased with the effect he was having on her. He saw her looking him up and down, saw her nipples grow hard, saw her lick her lips, saw her as she looked into his eyes with desire. When he finished rinsing the grim off, he crooked his finger at her in a ‘come hither’ motion. She moved to him. He had washed everything except his cock. “Would you like to do the honors?” he said, handing her the soap. She worked up a lather, laid the soap back in the soap dish and took his cock into her hands. She stroked him as she washed back and forth, over and under, then on to his balls, her hands sliding over him easily, so softly yet firmly. He closed his eyes and groaned, searching for control. He pulled away from her, took the soap, lathered his hands and began to rub her body with it. His soapy hands started at her long slender neck working his way down to her breasts. She felt so good! Her skin smooth and slippery under the lather. He watched her face as his thumbs rubbed her nipples. She closed her eyes and sucked in a breath. His soapy hands lingered on her breasts before moving lower to her flat stomach and around to her firm buttocks, his fingers slipping and sliding up and down her crevice before squeezing each cheek gently. His hands moved forward across her hips to her most private place, and hesitated. She spread her legs to give him access. One soapy hand cupped her womanhood with it’s soft patch of pubic hair and rubbed back and forth. One of his fingers slipped inside and found her clit, resting there for a few seconds. Removing his hands he reached up and took the shower head down and starting at her neck ,rinsed the soap off her lingering between her legs, knowing what the jetting water was doing to her. Her eyes were closed, enjoying the sweet sensation the water was giving her clit. When she opened them, he was smiling at her. He turned off the water and placed the showerhead on its hanger. Reaching down he took her hands into his and brought her arms around his neck then kissed her deeply, as his hands roamed over her body. He kneaded her breasts as she held his huge thick cock in her hand, kissing her, kissing her like she had never been kissed before. “Jane, I wanted you the first time I laid eyes on you. You make my blood boil.” “I know Johnny, I know. I’ve wanted you too. What took you so long?” “I don’t know Jane. I wanted to be sure I was reading you right.” “You are Johnny, you are. Make love to me, make love to me now.” She sought his lips and kissed him. One passionate kiss after another, unable to get enough of him She felt his finger nudging her, slipping inside of her wetness, all the way inside her. He pulled his finger back, found her G-spot and massaged it. She whimpered when she felt the exquisite sensation he was giving her. “I want to taste you,” he said. Without moving his finger from her G-spot, he lowered his body until he was on his knees. She spread her legs wide and felt his other hand open her, exposing all of her to him. His tongue licked her inner lips as he breathed in her fresh musky scent. It was like ambrosia to him. He wanted to bury his nose in her forever. His tongue found her hard swollen clit and flicked it back and forth relentlessly. She cried out when he wrapped his lips around her clit and began sucking it. He sucked it hard! So hard she thought he would suck it off her body. His finger moved faster and harder massaging her G-spot Her hips were moving by themselves, with a mind of their own. Her hands flew to his head holding him tight, unable to control her whimpers, her eyes closed tight, her mouth open and heart pounding. He was driving her out of her mind! Her orgasm was building higher and higher until it overcame her She cried out over and over as each heavenly spasm shook her body. She didn’t care who heard. She didn’t care who watched. All she cared about was this man and what he was doing to her. He felt her body quiver and heard her cries but continued his sucking and massaging until she begged him to stop, her clit sensitive now. He stood up and took her into his arms. “Jane...Jane...my god you taste wonderful. I can’t get enough of you.” He held her close to himself, his arms rubbing her back gently, his face buried in her hair. His arms felt so good holding her, so strong and protective, his words so sincere. ‘I could love this man’, she thought. When her heart stopped pounding and her breath was restored, she kissed his lips, his neck, and his chest where she nibbled on his paps. She kissed her way down his stomach to his hard cock and took it into her mouth. Wrapping her lips around his bulbous head she went all the way to the root and back, swirling her tongue around the head and dipping her tongue into the tip to taste him. He moaned, clenching his teeth, and throwing his head back , his fingers running through her hair guiding her, as he struggled for control. She suck him gently, tenderly, licking, sucking, making love to his cock with her mouth, while holding his balls in her hand. She stopped, withdrew her mouth, and made love to his balls in the same manner, licking and sucking and kissing them, burying her face in them. His toes were curling into the floor. He felt her mouth on his cock again, only this time she sucked his rock hard cock in earnest! She took it into the back of her throat and holding her head hostage, he fucked her mouth. Hips thrusting..in and out...in and out...in and out....while she sucked him hard! He pulled out of her mouth, turned her around and bent her over in front of him. She hung onto the railing attached to the wall as he guided just the head of his rod into her hot wet and willing pussy. She was tight! Her strong vaginal muscles grabbed him and hung on tight. Finally with a single hard thrust he drove himself inside her until he was buried. It knocked the breath out of her. She had never felt anything like this before. He was thick and long and filled her completely, stretching her to the limit, the head of his hard cock touching her cervix. She whimpered and moaned, moving her hips in unison with his. Meeting each hard and fast thrust with one of her own. He held her hips with both hands as he slammed into her, claiming her as his own. He fucked her and fucked her hard! Her breasts bouncing wildly, her head thrown back and her mouth open, panting. She moaned loudly and hollered “Please don’t stop! Don’t stop. Oh god please don’t stop!” He felt her explode. Her inner muscles grabbing him and pulsating with each convulsive movement. He couldn’t hold back any longer and buried himself deep inside her. She felt each spurt of his hot come against her cervix, mixing with her own juices. He leaned forward against her back catching his breath, then pulled her upright into his arms holding her kissing her, never wanting to let her go. The guys at the peep hole, sensing something special between them had long since gone, giving them privacy.