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Fire Pit

By: Justtoold



This story is like the rest of my stories in that I do not write them with much descriptive sex in them. I like to think that my style is more of describing the chase, than the actual catch. It is just a quirk I have. It's sort of like those old time radio shows where you have to use a lot of imagination. This story should have enough facts for you to use your imagination to fill it in though. 

I like the constructive criticism comments I get back from readers because I learn from them. The slash and burn anonymous comments will be deleted as soon as I see them because they are meaningless and a waste of time both yours and mine.

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Lonnie, my wife of five years, and I bought this wooded, fairly secluded acreage in the country twenty miles out of town where we set up home. When the word got out to our friends about its seclusion, it soon became party central.

So it wasn't unusual that one night a group of us were sitting around the fire pit watching the flames do their almost hypnotizing dance. Included in the group were me and my wife Lonnie, and Jimmie and his wife Darlene. Also there were three other guys Jimmie and I worked with Ray, Hank and Pete. Since the time us five guys had been thrown together at work we had all become fast friends. From where we worked Darlene worked in a bank across the street, and Lonnie was an office manager for a real estate company over one block.

Jimmie and I were the married guys while the other three guys were single. None of the single guys were interested in getting hooked up any time soon, and for that matter none of them had steady girlfriends. Their motto in regards to women and getting married was why buy when there's lots of free stuff out there. Because of their view on life they lived to have fun and nothing was going to stop them from that.

That night they had arrived at our place unexpectedly. That was not so unusual, and when they did arrive like that they always brought their own refreshments, whether that was liquid or smokable. Having no dates with them left them open for some ribbing about them not out trying to track down the next conquest. Pete fired back that they were just slumming and wound up at our place. They just wanted to have a few drinks and chill out with friends and not spend the night in some bar with loud music.

After a few drinks all of us soon were sitting around the fire pit stretching the truth in our stories and of course the usual flirting was going on. The three single guys were soon jokingly hitting on Lonnie and Darlene. That was normal and everyone knew it was meant in fun. Mind you on a few occasions the three of them had told Jimmie and I, in not so many words, that if Lonnie and Darlene weren't married to us they would be getting hit on big time by them. I could believe it because the three of them were always flirting with them. Lonnie and Darlene knew what the guys were like and wouldn't admit it to Jimmie and me, but they loved the attention.

Jimmie and I couldn't really blame the guys since both of our wives were lookers. So good looking that last year at the beach some guy approached them and told them he was an agent for some company or other, and would like the two of them to model all the new swimwear for their next year's catalog. For whatever reason, the girls declined that offer. So now when they complained about how they looked, like every woman does at some time or other, all Jimmie and I had to do is remind them they could be bikini models. 

I think that's enough background for now, I should get back to that Friday evening and all of us sitting around the fire. The day had been a scorcher, and the evening was a very warm one which was great for partying. We had been having a good time but the only one not really enjoying herself was Lonnie. She was putting on a good face but I knew she wasn't up to her normal self.

She had been working 16 hours a day for the last fifteen days straight. The reason she was so tired was because her company was moving to new offices, and she was the one coordinating the move. Today was the final day of that move and she got home at her regular time. That work schedule was a bit hard for both of us to take. With her dragging her ass by the time she got home she would head straight to bed to sleep. There was no energy left in her for our usual three or four bedroom workouts a week and as a result the two of us were horny.

Actually I didn't actually know how Lonnie could take it. She was a very sexual girl and had a high sex drive. Slow and gentle was her regular menu, but she could be pretty rambunctious if she didn't get her regular relief. When she did without she got to be so horny when her buttons got pushed she was relentless in her pursuit of orgasms. That meant the more time since the last session meant the more pent up sexual energy she had to get rid of. So once she had a release for that energy she literally exploded in bed and was unquenchable.

Those events were wonderful for me because when she got wound up it was hang on for your life. At the end of a session like that, I would usually be a pile of blubbering sweat covered meat, and she would still be reaching for her toys.

Anyway between the work schedule, a few drinks, and some of the joints she had puffed on, she was walking around like she was in a daze. I could see she was ready to nod off so I told her to go to bed and sleep. She objected and wanted to play the part of being a good hostess but we all could see she was fighting a losing battle against the sleep she needed. 

She was finally persuaded to hit the hay, so she left the rest of us to sit by the fire and party while she went to bed. I went and checked on her five minutes later and she was lying there totally nude on top of the bed in dream land. She had always slept in the nude which I enjoyed, because it saved time when one of us got horny. She was definitely out for the count. I admired her body as she lay there before covering her up. As I left her I knew there was no way she was getting up for a while.

That left Darlene and us five guys partying. Earlier that evening when Jimmie and Darlene had arrived Darlene had been in high spirits and feeling no pain. She had gotten a promotion at work which came with a substantial raise in pay. Of course the staff had taken her out to celebrate. So being happy about the promotion, and with more than a few drinks in her, she was already in a "yippee, lets party mood" when she arrived. She continued her celebration big time and was hitting the booze harder than usual even when Jimmie told her to slow down.

Like Lonnie had done, Darlene even smoked more than her fair share of a few joints that the guys had brought with them. She was feeling absolutely no pain and having a good time joking with us guys and laughing at just about anything. She was normally modest and proper mannered, but we had seen her a few times at some parties where she had overindulged. Those events had seen her transform from herself into an incredibly energetic life of the party. Nobody saw that side of her very often, but when she did let loose, she got to be pretty entertaining.

That night she was almost over the top in her high spirits and really having a blast and was going overboard by flirting and teasing with all the guys and just carrying on without thinking about what she was doing. At one point she was even sitting on all the guy's laps and was commenting on the size of the lumps in their pants. There was the odd kiss exchanged and then she would laughingly go to the next guy to flirt with him.

Of course all of us guys were encouraging Darlene's wayward behavior with suggestive comments and persuading her to be even flirtier. With everyone having so much fun the sexual energy level was rising and the evening's fun was turning out to be a lot more unreserved than was normal. Jimmie was just smiling and enjoying himself as he watched his wife displaying the unexpected spirited behavior.

Jimmie once told all us guys over a beer one day he had always wanted Darlene to be more of a party girl. He had a fantasy of watching her fucking other guys. Mind you there wasn't one of us guys that would refuse him if they included any one of us in some bedroom fun. After all she was a pretty hot woman. 

Jimmie, seeing how uninhibited Darlene was acting that night went around and talked to us all about encouraging her into even more lewd behavior. He told us in the mood she was in if we really pushed things she just might be persuaded to really let her hair down and fuck for us. All of us guys could see he was hoping that she would make his fantasy come true that night.

You could bet your last hard earned dollar we weren't going to talk him out of it. 

There was a fast song on the radio and Jimmie persuaded her to put on a show and get up to dance for us. Surprisingly she hardly needed any encouragement to do so. As she danced, we kept feeding her complements telling her things like she looked sexy in the firelight doing her dancing, and she looked so seductive moving like she was doing. Darlene was eating up all the attention we gave her, so it wasn't hard to talk her into dancing more. During the second song the guys were cheering her on and I'm sure it was the booze, but she got even more animate the more we led her on.

We told her anything to make her feel better about herself. It was a surprise to me when I realized she had an ego problem and was looking to have her ego stroked and every comment and cheer was making her feel better about herself. She was soon doing a bit of bumping and grinding trying to get us to really stroke her self-esteem. Wouldn't you know it her husband was cheering her on the loudest.

The gyrations she did were quite sexy and I'm sure she had the same effect on the others as she was having on me and I was getting a hard on watching her sexy body erotically twist about. We soon joined her with all of us circling her. She immediately was dirty dancing and bumping and grinding her body against us guys. The more she bumped and ground against us the more we were taking advantage of her actions by slipping in the odd feel.

Things soon changed when Jimmie started chanting take it off, take it off. We all stopped dancing to watch her as she continued to dance. We all were hoping she would take Jimmie's suggestion so we could see that bikini body of hers in the nude. She smiled back at him and she teased us by raising her tank top to just under her breasts exposing her stomach then shook her hips as she was lowering the top again.

When she lowered the tank top back down Pete pleaded with her to stop teasing and do the strip tease. Of course the rest of us joined in on that request and started to chant, "Off with the clothes. Off with the clothes". She then shyly told us, "Why would you want to see someone like me strip when there are lots of trained girls at the strip clubs in town. Besides I don't think Jimmie would like me to strip right here in front of you guys."

Well Jimmie may have been her husband, but after watching the stimulating dancing she had done he was like the rest of us and had a hard on in his pants too. All Jimmie said was, "You're selling yourself short about your looks again, I bet you have most of those strippers beat in the looks department, besides you know I have told you a million times how hot you are... Come on give us a show... I dare you!" He then said mockingly, "I'm bet you don't have it in you to do anything like that."

You could tell the booze was talking when she testily replied, "I do too!"

Jimmie, by saying she didn't have the nerve to do it was challenging her and had hit her stubborn button by saying that. All of us had noticed at one time or another she had this thing that when challenged she just had to prove she could do it. So the stage was set.

The rest of us started in a low voice to chant again. The two of them went back and forth for a while and all we heard from them was "I do too," from Darlene, and "No you don't" from Jimmie and the rest of us kept softly chanting in the background. There wasn't a guy there that didn't wish she would strip for us and we kept pushing her to do it.

Then Jimmie ended the argument by sarcastically saying "Well if you are so sure you do have the guts then prove it. I still say you are too PRUDISH to do it." Of course he put an emphasis on the word prudish."

Darlene was wasted enough that this challenge to her had finally pushed the buttons we were hoping would get pushed. Darlene raised her voice and said with contempt in her voice, "Prudish you say? You think I'm prudish. Well big mouth, watch this. Turn on the music!"

I turned it back on and all of us guys waited for her to either put up or walk away. She was a bit hesitant at first, but with Jimmie still taunting her by saying, "Come on, you were the one bragging you could do it, let's see if you do have it in you." She soon was swaying to the beat and giving Jimmie a dagger look that said, see, I do have it, so shut up. 

Like before, Darlene soon got into the beat, and responded to our applause and chanting and she really unleashed herself. The first thing she took off was her top. She wasn't wearing a bra so as it hit the ground we five guys let out an energetic cheer as we saw those round melons of hers. I'm sure her ego went up quite a bit just then and it seemed to fuel the fires in her because she looked right at Jimmie and contemptuously said, "Don't have it in me hey? Well keep watching the dance has just begun."

As I watched Darlene I couldn't help but notice the shit eating grin on Jimmie's face. I think he was getting more of a kick out of watching his wife strip in front of a bunch of guys than the rest of us were. Those tits of hers were shaken, bounced and rubbed for our enjoyment. Boy she had really gotten into this teasing.

After the tittie show, she got more daring and with a fair bit of ass shaking slowly the shorts came off to loud approval from us. That left her panties and as she started to slip those off we started to chant again. "More, More, More," which we kept repeating until the panties were tossed aside. When that happened us guys stopped cheering because all we could do was stand and stare at that sexy body as it gyrated about. God, her gyrating hips with her legs stretched wide apart displaying her bald pussy as she thrust her hips back and forth just about had me cumming. As she animatedly continued to dance she goaded us on by saying in a teasing voice, "Like what you see guys, Do I meet with your approval?" Those comments got us cheering again.

Darlene always was a fine looking babe, but dancing in the nude as the flickering firelight shimmered off her body was really hot. We kept praising her actions to keep letting her know how sexy she looked. Between the booze, drugs, the praises she was getting from us, had her in a heightened erotic state. It seemed that in the energized state of mind she had just then, she was enjoying the sensations of everything that was happening to her.

Talk about perfect timing. That was when some slow songs came on and Jimmie jumped up and swayed to the music with her in his arms. We all could see that she was caught up in the action and ready for whatever happened next. She then kissed Jimmie and tried to swallow his tongue. I never saw Ray strip, but he came up behind Darlene and wrapped her in his arms as he ground his hard cock in her ass.

Jimmie had a big smile on his face as he gave Ray a smile with a thumbs up. Darlene never complained in the least and never even looked back at Ray. All she did was moan and when the rest of us saw her wiggling and thrusting her ass back at Ray we stripped and joined in with a group dance. Actually it was more than a dance because it soon turned into a group grope. That groping turned into a lot more, as guys were trying to molest every part of her body at once.

Darlene was gasping for air, as she just loved every touch, tongue swapping kiss, grope and fingering. She had funny look on her face that spoke of being completely overcome in the craving for release that was consuming her body. As she was being groped she was returning the groping by desperately grabbing all the cock she could. She matched stroke for stroke every poke and prod her pussy was getting. She was absolutely lost in the sexual excitement and never once complained or tried to stop us. If anything she was instigating the action as much as we were. When she got lowered to the ground, I ran to get some blankets from the house so we weren't laying on the grass and dirt.

By the time I got back she was on her knees sucking any cock that was shoved in her face. I laid out the blankets and she was repositioned on them with us surrounding her. Hank was the first one that fucked her and soon we all were swapping around, with all of us taking turns with her pussy. Darlene repeatedly was saying, "fuck me, fuck me! more, more! Cock, give me cock! Her actions spoke of her being totally lost in the moment. We were willing to give her all the excitement she could take and that's just what we proceeded to do.

Things escalated from there and for two hours Darlene never had less than two cocks in her at one time. It seemed there wasn't a position or combination of holes she had that wasn't used. God once she got going there was no stopping her. The topper of the night was when she started to wear out. Jimmie lay down with her sitting on him and his cock buried in her ass. Hank then sunk his cock in her pussy with my cock buried in her throat. Pete and Ray were getting jerked off with her hands. She went absolutely wild as her body went into continuous spasms as she had one orgasm after another as we rotated positions as we gave her an air tight fucking.

After a workout like that Darlene had zero energy left in her, and could hardly walk, so we carried her messy body into the house and cleaned her up and laid her on the bed in the spare bedroom. After cleaning up, Jimmie laid on one side of her and Pete on the other. Ray decided to sack out on the sofa so Hank and I went to the main bedroom and lay down on either side of Lonnie to sleep.

That brings us to the next morning when I was awakened by some serious rocking of the bed.

Hank told me later he had woken up and being mostly in dream land found himself spooning with a sexy naked warm body. Waking up like that, I suppose he couldn't resist after finding her tight ass had his hard cock between its cheeks and being a normal guy he naturally went exploring that body. I'm sure there wasn't a single thought given about who he was getting familiar with. After all, two tight cheeks around a hard cock is a hard enticement to ignore.

So with Lonnie sleeping in the nude he had unrestricted access to her body and as he explored he found himself harder than his regular morning woody usually was. He just needed to do something with that love sausage, and seeing as she was right there with easy access he did what any normal guy would do and went for it. After some maneuvering he found his cock just slipped into her pussy with no problem.

At that point, Lonnie was still out of it. She had not awoken in the least. She didn't have a clue it was Hank that was the one doing the sexual stimulating of her body and I'm sure her body thought it was me molesting her so it automatically responded to the stimulus it felt. You have to remember, she had gone without sex for a couple of weeks now, so her naturally, highly sex driven body, was ready for any stimulation it could get that would satisfy the sexual yearnings her body so craved. That same body, without telling her mind what was happening, responded to finally being able to get some relief and was enjoying the cock it had willingly accepted into its pussy.


Fire Pit



When I first looked over, Hank was fucking Lonnie from behind with one hand under her squeezing a tit and giving it a good mashing. His other hand had one of her legs held straight up in the air and from behind was giving her pussy all his cock just as fast as he could. She was eagerly giving as good as she got, and her hips were working overtime. She was grunting on every stroke of his cock and I noticed the slapping sound of skin meeting was in sync with those grunts. Her body looked like it was trying to get as much cock in her cunt as possible, and the harder it hit bottom the more she seemed to like it.

I was mesmerized by what I was watching and thought to myself that this kinky thing of watching your wife, fuck another guy, was kind of hot. I could see why Jimmie got off watching Darlene pull a train. I thought Lonnie and Hank fucking together looked sexy as all get out so when she was ready to cum and at the point of no return, I couldn't wait anymore and joined in on the fun.

It didn't take long before Lonnie had one of her explosions which had that bed almost jumping. She was acting like she usually did when she had gone without sex for a spell and I knew there would be no stopping her for a long while now. It took a fair bit of time before she opened her eyes and realized she had two guys making out with her, but by that time, she was beyond the point of no return and ready for more action.

She later told me she never even opened her eyes until she had cum and then she saw me and Hank and that's when she realized it wasn't me fucking her. In fact, because it felt so good she hadn't really thought about what was happening and was just reacting.

When Hank pulled out of her pussy I immediately shoved my cock in. At that point I sure didn't have to worry about Lonnie complaining because she was now striving for the next orgasm.

The next thing I knew Jimmie, Pete and Ray were in the room and all of them were stroking hard cocks. I could see this was turning into another event like what had happened to Darlene the night before. Boy was the thought of that turning me on.

When I finished dumping a load in her, Lonnie in her over the top state of arousal never missed a beat as Ray joined in. The fun continued with the other two guys after that.

After she had fucked us all individually, she, like Darlene the night before never had less than two cocks in her at a time. Wow what a ride! In the end Lonnie got the same workout that Darlene had. Her body was used anyway we could think of, and not once did she complain. Like with Darlene once Lonnie was wearing out we gave her an airtight fucking, which ended the festivities. She was again literally out for the count.

Aftermath.

The rest of the weekend was spent lounging around and everyone was so worn out and the girls were sore, so there was no more hanky-panky. We did a lot of talking though. The girls admitted to us for their first time getting gangbanged they had enjoyed it thoroughly, and acknowledged they would be up to doing that some more. We spent some time talking about making arrangements for future fun and the girls decided on a loose schedule in which they got to have their fun about once a month.

So for the next couple of years Darlene and Lonnie took turns alternating pulling trains with us guys. On at least every second weekend we five guys joined up with one or the other of the girls for a rocking good time.

End



Fire Play



Sir has brought me to a party, and I know there will be play, and I do not mind. What I didn't know is there would be fire play. I am curious about it--I saw it once at Libertine and was completely fascinated by it. And I remember the feel of the flame from a little while ago.

False is doing the fire play. He needs a first victim. I am hesitant, but Sir asks if I want to try. I am a bit nervous, but I remember how I loved the feel of the single little flame from the lighter when Sir tried fire play on me not too long ago. I nod, and tell False I will be ready to go.

False starts by asking me to strip down--he says the best way to do fire play is when the person is completely nude. He notices that Sir drew on my chest earlier with sharpies, and says he will not go over the ink. I know the drawing Sir did is already fading, but I am glad. I love the design Sir did for me.

I strip down in front of Sir, False, and one other person. The room is freezing. I am trying to control my body to stop shivering--I cannot shiver while I am getting flames passed over my body. Sir kisses me, and hugs me, trying to help me warm up.

False wipes down the table and tells me to lie face up. I lie down, and I feel vulnerable with how exposed my body is. I do not really remember the last time I was this exposed, unless in the privacy of my own bedroom. I close my eyes--while I want to watch, I know watching might unnerve me and I also know that my other senses will take over and heighten the experience.

I do not expect the first pass of the flame until I feel something liquid on my body. Then, I feel it, the flame. The heated silky feeling that I love, but this is more intense. And with a bigger flame, not only do I feel the pleasure, but I feel minor pain. It reminds me of when Sir uses the strap on my body, though not as intense. But the feeling is exquisite. I no longer feel the cold from the room. I feel the heat. I can feel some of tiniest body hairs getting singed, but I do not mind.

False starts out along my right thigh, staying in one particular area. I feel him move to my stomach, and I try not to flinch when I feel the flame pass where my belly button is pierced. False is staying on my right side in particular, I am not sure why. It reminds me of the fact that Sir seems to have a tendency to pinch my left nipple more than my right one. I feel the flame go up and down my right side, over my stomach, down my leg. Then, he seems to focus on my right thigh, hitting it over and over again, until I feel like my skin will burn off. But I never cry out a safe word, for as soon as the flame leaves that area, it feels fine, although it feels like I am glowing from the inside.

I do not really notice the people coming in and out, although when the occasional blast of music makes its way into the room, I am jarred from my half-way meditative state. But when there is silence, and all I can hear are the occasional whispers and the flame whistling down through the air, I feel like I am in a trance. The flame is intoxicating--it reminds me of how I felt earlier when Sir was drawing on me. I don't really pay attention, except when I feel Sir's fingers caressing my face between the times False is burning me.

I feel False move higher on my body, up to my breasts, teasing my nipples with the flame. I try not to twist in agony and ecstasy. I feel like I am close to an orgasm, but I remember my orders--Sir does not want me to ever cum unless He says I can.

False tells me to flip over so I am lying on my stomach. I do so, and then I feel the flame on my ass. I flinch a little, my ass is still sensitive--it always is lately because of the spankings I get. But I love it. I feel liquid along my spine, and then heat, as False runs the fire up my spine. It is an area that I love feeling sensations. I am feeling a different kind of heat between my legs, and I moan aloud, but softly. The sensations are overwhelming.

False passes over my back, and down my arms. I love how it feels on my arms. I feel False try to hold my arms steady and pass the flame underneath them, and I try to hold my arms for him, but I know at this moment my body is beginning to wane from the pleasure. I feel the fire go up my arms and into my armpit. It both tickles and burns. I try not to squirm, but I cry out loud.

I am told to go on my back again. This time, as the flames pass, I do not feel Sir come over to me. But I am too entranced to really notice. As False goes over my body one last time, I can feel myself tremble, as if on the edge of orgasm for at least a third time during this play. I feel the flame more intensely this time on my body, even though I have had time to cool on this side. But I am enjoying it. It feels like I am glowing from the inside out, like my own passions are burning with the flame.

It is over all too soon. The cold suddenly rushes back, and I am trembling uncontrollably. Sir wraps me in a blanket and hands me some water. Sensory overload has made me a bit quiet, so I cannot speak much. My teeth are also chattering too much. But I have been through my baptism of fire, and I want to be baptized again.



Fire Pole



A cuntmobile, the man says. A cuntmobile; the word echoed in his mind, banishing sleep.

Sean Snowcroft got up quietly. His driver was asleep and the cool air of the summer night flowed over his bed from his open window to the crack under the door. He swung his legs high and dropped them into the boots standing there, stood up low, snagged the loops of the braces and straightened, pulling them over his shoulders. Instant trousers.

The old door was solid and heavy, all oak, but the hinges Snowcroft kept oiled. The ambulance went out much more often in the night than the fire crews. The less noise the ambulance crew made leaving, the better the rest of the crew could sleep.

He hugged the brass pole and stepped into the gaping circular hole in the floor. Downstairs, a few red exit lights gleamed and the windows let squares of streetlamp strike the floor and the rigs. But Snowcroft navigated the building in the dark quite a bit; he needed nothing more. He stepped off the pad and clumped toward the street side.

The only other person awake was the dispatcher in his booth. He was talking to someone over there-- a woman. She's been out dancing, speculated Sean. Wow, look at the outfit.

"I can't get over it, you made that asshole a captain." she was saying. Her voice was a little shrill and had a sliding timbre, as if perhaps she had been drinking.

Don shifted in his chair at the switchboard and leaned back. "There's a story there-- Sean! Meet Nancy! Nancy, this is Sean Snowcroft, you want him if you're ever hurt, Sean's a crackerjack ambulance man."

"I know you! Judy went down on the floor that time at Del's, and you kept people from-- well! Nancy Beaulieu," she said, taking the hand Sean had offered.

"Sean Snowcroft. I remember the call at Del's. I took you once, too, but you don't remember it, I bet."

"What happened at Del's?" Don asked. You have all night to kill on the booth, and Nancy's legs were better to look at than the dark windows across the street. Keep her talking, he thought.

"Judy just fell off the stool and had a seizure," Nancy told him. "Everybody wanted to stuff things in her mouth, it was just foolish."

"I got bite blocks in the rig, too, but you have to be right there when they start in, to use 'em for anything." He turned to Don. "Got her out of there, away from all the help, and she was okay. We let her come back a little, took vitals. She said she didn't want to go, in the end."

"You were gentle and real nice to her." Nancy looked at him, speculating. "What did I do, pass out?"

"Not quite, but you were pretty far gone. Not just drinking, either."

"Oh Jesus! About a month ago?"

"Six weeks, maybe. From an apartment on Second Street, a biker place."

"Oh, God. I woke up in the fuckin hospital."

"Lucky you weren't really hurt. You were right out of control. Anyone could've done anything to you. You ought to take more care."

"You must be somebody's dad."

"I got a daughter. That doesn't mean I'm wrong about you, though."

"I was mumzo. You know what mumzo is?"

"Not too far from gonzo, if that was you, that night."

"Yup!" All three of them laughed.

It wasn't true to say, as people did, that anybody could come in off the street to the dispatch booth. Anybody wouldn't have been up that late. There were a few different classes of night owl, but they didn't amount to a cross section of the whole population. 

It was the underbelly, maybe, Snowcroft thought. Not the same world as the daylight.

"Look, I got to talk to that asshole Parker," Nancy said.

"They're all asleep up there, aren't they, Sean?"

"Yeah, just you and me, that's it. What could anyone need Mongo for?"

"Mongo?"

"Yeah, you seen his head, haven't you? Mongo is short for Mongoloid." Sean didn't mind turning Parker in to the woman; Parker was a useless incompetent. As a fire captain, he was an active threat. Hell, somebody might have had to actually do one of the things he told them to do! And if they did, they'd be hurt. Or at the very least the ventilation would be screwed and everyone would be there a lot longer, working in smoke.

"If you won't call him down, I'll get him! Hey, Lloyd! Mongo! Mongo Lloyd!" Nancy stepped out onto the ramp and was heading toward the base of the big staircase, hollering into the dark, yawning old building. "Hey, Parker!"

Sean and Don looked at one another with glee. This was going to be a good story later. She moved a little to the right, yelling straight upward.

"Watch it in front of you!" Don warned.

Nancy reached toward the gleam she now saw dead ahead. Her hand clanged. Her ring had hit something; it felt like a metal pipe, very smooth. "What the hell is this?"

"Pole." Don said.

"Fire pole, you slide down 'em, just like in the children's books," Sean put in.

"There's something on the floor here."

"That's the foam pad you land on," Sean said. "Shake the pole a little."

Nancy did that, and the upper end clanked and rang satisfactorily. She shook it and banged on it like a gong with her rings. "Mongo! Captain Ass Face Parker! Get down here! Hey Lloyd!!"

Lights were showing upstairs. The Assistant Chief's face and white shirt could be seen at the top of the pole. "Get away from the pole, ma'am, I'm coming down," he said, and his legs wrapped it.

Nancy stepped away and the man appeared at the bottom of the pole, smooth and easy. He moved off the pad immediately, out of long and prudent habit. Other men were walking around up there, and a few coming down on the poles or on the stairs. He identified himself and tried to extract a reason from Nancy for wakening the station.

She explained only that she had come to talk to that asshole Frank Parker, and she wasn't going to be put off.

The whole crew got into position to see the next phase of the little drama. Some resented it, but most were grinning, happy to have a little diversion. Especially at Parker's expense, and most especially when the diversion was a decent looking thirtyish woman dressed for the dance floor in heels and mini, bangles, rings and decolletage. A sideshow, and only Parker to take the blame.

Parker appeared from behind the assistant chief's shoulder, his comb-over all rucked up like a rooster comb, looking a little panicked.

"So you came down!" Nancy snarled it. The A.C. turned, and Parker ducked his head.

"You gonna deal with this, Frank?" he asked laconically.

"Yeah. Sorry."

"You better be, you asshole!" Nancy put in.

"C'mon over here out of the way a little, Nancy," wheedled Frank.

"Good." The A.C. took in the men on the stairs and leaning on walls and trucks. "I'm going back to bed," he said pointedly. Some of the men decided the rest of it didn't interest them, and Parker lost some of his audience. Scott was a good A.C. As he went up the broad stairs, a lot of the men did the same.

Sean had faded into the booth. Don asked him to take the dispatch so he could hit the bathroom, so he sat in the swivel chair. Parker walked over to the Short Street corner of the building behind the nose of the ladder and received a short torrent of name-calling and accusations. He came back defensive and apologetic all at once, but their words were too easily lost in the hum of the electronics and fluorescent lights in the booth for Sean to catch very much.

He found Nancy had become less appealing, anyhow. Knowing she'd been slimed by association with Frank Parker brought her lower in his esteem. The night she'd been mumzo he'd been quite protective and sympathetic, and his ears had perked up to see her again, even with more clothes than before. But Parker made sleazy everything he touched.

Once he'd given up trying to overhear them and gotten over grumbling about Nancy's poor judgement, he returned to his train of thought. Marty had said the ambulance could easily be a cuntmobile. It took you everywhere, and with nobody but your driver to witness what went down. The idea had kept him awake in the room. His wife was the problem, he thought.

He just wanted too much of it, Gail had told him one day. "Nobody can keep up with you, and I'm not going to try any more," she'd said. They only got together when she felt good and ready for it, these days.

And once Gail had come, she got hypersensitive; she pushed him away and didn't even tolerate a cuddle. He wanted languorous extended sessions again, like they'd had briefly as newlyweds, and far, far more frequently before they were married. You can't get that by paying for it, a pro wants you in and out right now. He'd have needed a real love affair to have that, but his only romantic love was for his wife. Well, and Toni Newman, but Toni wouldn't play so long as he was married.

The continuing shortfall of sex was slowly convincing him to take what he could get, though. The whole cuntmobile idea-- it was betrayal of the patients and family no less than of Gail, though.

Parker slunk by, giving him a guilty eye, and vanished up the stairway into the darkness. Sean peered out into the apparatus floor, toward Short Street, thinking, "Who wants to be like that dick?" and resolving to forget the whole foolish idea. Nancy was sitting on the park bench talking with Don. Sean grumbled again and sat back down. That had been his plan, but Don had finessed him.

His thoughts returned to Gail. Now she was angry if she found any porn; she saw it as unfaithfulness, a mortal threat of some kind. Even that outlet was denied. 

Gail was unreasonable. She had rejected an essential part of him, she just wanted it to die. It was like demanding that he act as if he had no left arm for the rest of his life. Only his own loyalty kept him from straying, any more. That, and inertia. These things can be overcome.

He went through an inventory of the steps needed to get out of the marriage entirely. "God, we've been married eleven years," he thought. "Everything is held jointly. It's impossible to be equitable in every detail. It's just too complex." And their daughter was nearly ten. She'd be affected, innocently. How important is your left arm? 

"Less important than my daughter, that's for sure." Don sighed at his own lack of resolve.

"I spend more and more time ramming into these same walls. I've said this shit to myself over and over. Where the fuck is Don?" He looked over toward the park bench again. And there he was.

Her shoes lay on the floor, her pantyhose were gone, and her mini was folded up her belly. She stood on tensed legs in front of the dispatcher, one hand holding the little skirt up and one on Don's shoulder. Don was bent forward, his face in her pussy! She was snarling up at the ceiling, panting, clenching her ass to hold herself against his mouth.

Don's hands grabbed her ass, his head went lower, and then he threw his knees forward and knelt between her legs with the bench at his back, driving upward into her wet depths. Her hand moved to the top of his head, and Sean heard a mew from her open mouth. She followed it with some exclamations he couldn't catch. - - - Nancy tightened her fist in Don's hair and ground her pussy into his face. "Eat me, you old bastard," she whispered. "Lick like a fuckin dog!"

Don's efforts redoubled. He slid fingers in and curled them forward, bringing a more frantic cry from Nancy's throat. He shifted to the clit and rubbed inside.

"That's it!" she hissed. The old guy hit the G-spot! He knows it too, she thought. "Oh, Jesus, Don! JesusJesusJesus..."

Standing, smelling the concrete, the dust, the sourness of old smoke in the old station she felt the twinge of orgasm under Don's lips and fingers, like the iris valve in a camera shutter. The sensation closed in from the periphery quickly to the center, to the focus of her pussy, then opened out, leaving a numb tingle in her nose and lips, her toes and fingers, and a sweet hot unbearable tickle in her clit. He was still going! The flushed feeling came again, and the shutter closed in once more-- snap! Back out again! Two little ones just like that. "Oh, yes," she breathed. She hauled him away from her by his hair and bent down.

"Kiss!" she said. Their lips and mouths met and mingled. "Now get those pants off. You're getting fucked tonight."

Before Sean's fascinated eyes, Don reefed his pants to his knees and sat on the edge of the bench while Nancy grabbed his cock and guided it in, sitting astride. She wanted it, she was going for it. Don could only hang onto her waist. The bench made screeches of the metal legs against the concrete floor. She bounced and plunged, thrusted and twisted!

"Don't you come, either, you motherfucker, don't you dare fuckin come, I wanna suck it, understand?"

Don held on, biting his lip. Then she came, rubbing her clit against him and leaning on his shoulder. It was a dozen times more intense, it left her a little faint. The feeling had swept into and down her belly and exploded back out. Her breath came raggedly in shallow gasps, her pussy tingled and held his hard cock in a velvet grip. Don managed to hold himself back, but she smelled like pussy and beer and she'd clamped onto him with her pelvic muscles when she'd come! 

"Good. Good. Okay, let go," she said. He released the grip on his other hand and let her loose.

She stood, tossed her head and then knelt straddling his legs. She rubbed his pantleg with her pussy and sucked like a pro. Don was nearly there, anyway, and soon the tickle began deep below. The end of his cock flared, the first twitch came, it was exquisite! The next, and then she caught the first harsh jet. With each little spasm he shot again, filling her mouth with hot sperm. He sent out his breath in diminishing little grunts.

His body loosened, he drew in air. The sensation ramped down to a manageable hot glow. She licked her lips and purred, "There, wasn't that nice?"

"Fuckin A," gasped the old man, "That was incredible!"

"Not really! But it was god damn nice, Don, you give good head for an old guy." She glanced at the booth. "He's been watching. He's all right, isn't he?"

"Made of gold. I don't worry about Sean." The two of them were matter-of-factly getting dressed again. He stood and waited for her, then embraced her a while. "I gotta get back there."

"I'll come along. You can call a cab for me in a bit." - - - The two of them returned to Don's booth. Sean didn't trust himself to say anything. He acknowledged the dispatcher with a grunt and ceded the chair to him. He looked into Nancy's smiling face for a beat, then broke into a grin of his own. He turned away.

She told him, "Don't go. You don't have to go; stay and talk a little more."

"Fine; no sense trying to sleep, anyway. I was... well!" He couldn't suppress the grin. "I hope you kicked Parker's ass for him, he's an asshole."

Don laughed. He was in a sunny mood for some reason!

"How'd he get to be a captain?" she demanded. "Is he queer for the chief?"

"He has a pool at his house," answered Sean. "The A.C. on A crew uses the place to bring his girlfriends."

"That isn't the guy tonight...?"

"Nah, different fella; balder, stockier, older," Don put in. "Good A.C., though, and so's the one tonight. Parker will do anything for him, like a dog or something."

"Like a Mongoloid chihuahua," agreed Sean. That drew a laugh. "He's done all kinds of favors. Some of them figure, to get a promotion, that's how you do it. Others are a lot less slimy, but there's a little of that in every officer, I think."

Sean fetched her a chair and the three of them got comfortable and had coffee. 

A cop showed up, stayed for twenty minutes, then left on a domestic dispute call, in no big hurry. The emergency rooms at the hospitals, the donut shops, night desks at the hotels, taxi places and the fire dispatch-- only a few places could be counted on to have someone up and awake late at night. Cops were a major part of the underbelly of society which populated the night time hours.

Eventually, Don summoned a cab and she went home. Sean carried a kid with respiratory difficulty and a young couple hurt in a car accident to the ER, but the fire crew did not have a call. The two men talked very late into the night.

In the morning, Sean came home, saw his daughter off to school, and made the call to the number Nancy had given him.

"I take my lunch today about eleven thirty, Sean. That's a wonderful idea!"

Sean thought so too! He rang off with a few cheery words, and drove to Mon Amie to begin his infidelity when the hour came around. "A man can only take so much," he told himself. 

He talked to himself, in fact, all the way across town, and all the way up to the door of Nancy's salon. For a moment, at a stop light, he nearly decided to turn back, but what he'd watched between his dispatcher and the hairdresser on the park bench recurred vividly to his mind. In the end he committed himself for good.

A little bell on a coiled spring produced a sound he remembered from the corner store he'd spent his allowance in as a kid. Fireballs and licorice whips had given place to sweeter candy. There she stood, accepting money from a sixtyish woman and giving change with a wide, comfortable smile. The salon smelled of chemicals and perfumes.

Nancy wore a pale green skirt with a white-on-white blouse, and her freshwater pearls. Sean sat in a silly modern chair as nonchalantly as he could. She caught his eye.

"Hi, Sean, be with you in just a second, hon."

"No rush!" he said. "I'll be right here."

The woman with the freshly done hair took the exit, and Nancy turned over the little sign in the door. She'd be closed for a while. Sean stood to meet her as she approached, and he looked damn good, Nancy thought. 

He was in very good shape, lived an active life, stood tall and did a hero's job. Twenty-eight is a good age for men, she decided. "And this guy wants me so bad he's pissing steam! Nancy-babe, this is gonna be fun!" she told herself.

"Every time I meet you, you're wearing more clothes," Sean remarked. "You look really splendid."

"That's right, I was naked the first time, wasn't I?" She laughed lightly and stepped right up close to give him her scent. He interrupted a motion of his arms, and she smiled. He was a little hesitant, wasn't he? "Aren't you going to say hello?"

He smelled nice, and his arms slid firmly around behind her. He kissed her, and she felt the tingling in her naughty pussy. It always knew what it wanted. She sank her fingers in under his dark hair. "He has nice red highlights," she noted in the mirrored wall. She closed her eyes then, and kissed him strongly, letting a hand slide down to his firm buns. She gave him a silent wow. He felt good all over.

Sean's eyes were open. He took her without novocain. Nancy was in her thirties. She was no gaunt supermodel, but a woman, imperfect and beautiful. She felt warm and real, very immediate, beneath the cool slippery nylon of the blouse. The line of her spine was indented deeply with her muscles, especially lower down.

He could feel the first rise of her womanly hips under his fingers. It was always that which set him on the path of no return, that slope outward at the small of the back. Her breasts felt full against him, and she kissed very sweetly. 

"I've missed this so much," he said to himself. 

"Listen, cowboy," said Nancy, suddenly serious. "I have one appointment this afternoon, just one. How much time do you have?"

"I'm due to pick up Katie at three-thirty. Until then I'm here, if you'll have me."

"Let me make a call." Sean released her. He was half-aroused already, and he followed her behind her little glass case with the telephone and appointment book on it. Idly, he read the weird titles of the cosmetics in the case. She flipped through a roller file, and dialed a number from it.

"Stella? Hi, love... yes, well... yes. That's why I called, I have some bad news; I can't take you this afternoon, something came up..." 




Fire Pole



Snowcroft's gaze lit on Nancy's sassy ass in the green linen. He stepped into it, against it, firmly holding her shoulder, and kissed her nape. She smelled a lot like the chemicals in the shop, but he didn't care.

"I promise.. But that's so wonderful!..."

Coasting his lips over the little hairs, he pressed his lips in again. This time it was a sweet spot! Nancy drew in a sharp little breath and squirmed her ass against him. He was rising more firmly, she could feel it. Her neck sent an electrical tingle right through her. She held his hand still on her shoulder and concentrated on Stella. Damn the man!

"Okay then, Wednesday at one... But definitely! You'll have to tell me all, darling!..."

She slapped his hand a little and bumped him away. Sean stepped politely out of contact. She was blushing, he noticed. In seconds she had finished with Stella. Hanging up, she turned accusing eyes to him. "Now come here," she said.

Kissing, they drank each other. "Upstairs," she murmured. "Come with me." - - - "Okay, now talk to me, Sean," she said, "What do you want out of this?" He sat in a maple chair, removing his shoes, and she stood leaning on a vanity in just her green skirt, catching his eye in the mirror.

"What I really want? Well, I saw that massage oil there, and we have a lot of time."

"Really?" Amusement spread across her weathered face.

"I guess I want to give you a long rub and then eat you, to start with." He frowned. "What's so funny?" Sean stood and removed his trousers and boxers. He's a good looking man, she reflected. He looks better all the time.

"Nothing, really, not about that," Nancy said. She knelt and took his cock in her hand while he unbuttoned his shirt. "I might want to suck once in a while; you don't mind if I interrupt you for a taste of this, do you?" She lifted it and licked the length of it. He smelled good.

"No, you just ask and you got it," promised Snowcroft. "But what's the joke?" 

Her touch was good, she held him like she meant it. He tossed the shirt and stroked her ear affectionately while she sucked him in and rolled him on her tongue.

With a little slurp she released him and stood up. "I meant about us. You're married. I mean, you're really married, I heard you talking about her. But you're here, and I don't think you do this a lot." 

"I never have. But I need it. I just need it, and I want you. What are you asking?"

"I don't want to screw up your life, or my life. You understand?"

"So...?" Sean unzipped and unhooked the little linen skirt and let it fall. Ass. Nice ass. Looks better close up! He was delighted with her body, and he wasn't planning to discuss his wife all day. He stroked the sweet pale skin.

"We can't have a love affair, and I want you to know that. This is sport fucking. Fun. That's all." She grinned. "Like what you see, cowboy?"

"You're really fine, kid! Sport fucking!" He laughed. "Okay, thanks for clearing that up. That's exactly what I need. Sport fucking! Lie down, I'll get the oil."

"Help me strip the bed." They took it down to just a sheet and she lay on her belly for him. He kissed her on the nape and played with her ass and thighs, kissing and nuzzling his way down. He opened her cheeks and licked her pussy.

"Go for it!" she said. He settled in, lying across her legs, and she spread to let him have it. "That's really sweet, baby," she said.

It was, too. She lost any reservation in just a minute's time. He knew what he was doing. She relaxed and let herself be called in, as it were. His gentle yet insistent intensity, his sweet teases and soft kisses brought her to a focus.

She left the whole world behind and enjoyed the slow build. His strong hands lifted and tilted her hips as he became more deeply involved. She crooned wordlessly, luxuriating and giving direction, too, a little. He paid attention to the clues and moved her closer to a first peak.

When it came it was not small. As the wave receded, tingling, she noticed she was clutching her arms with both hands and panting loudly. "Christ, Sean! Oh, Christ!" She wanted to tell him to put something in there!

But he was already doing that. He leaned on one arm, and fucked in with his free hand, licking her anus. Still pumping his fingers, he lifted his head. "Turn over," he said tersely.

She moaned and turned her body. As soon as his weight came off her legs, she was spread wide, knees up, pulling his head in for more. His fingers dove in again like an otter into a stream, his mouth went to the top of her pussy; but he was still building it, lifting the intensity a notch at a time. 

His other hand lay crosswise below her navel, as if to steady her womb. It was a sensation she'd never had. His palm pushed down into the softness and held there while his mouth shook the mound rapidly side-to-side, with just the slightest little clit licks. All the while his hand fucked with a firm and serious stroke. She pushed his head down, still wanting more. 

"Lick more, dammit, lick!" He did, suddenly, sucking clit and lapping, then more, then furiously! She lost track of everything but that tongue in a powerful shockwave, then another, and a third! 

Was that her voice doing all that screaming? Her legs had shot out flat, straining. One off them was stuck into the air straight over his shoulder. He didn't stop, and she almost went black! Her legs twitched, toes pointed, shaking! Her hands pounded on his head, she had orgasm after orgasm.

Sean eased off and just kissed her swollen flesh, and she came out of that place, grateful to have gone there, but grateful to be allowed to return. She found speech. His hand slid out of her and he turned a triumphant grin to her face.

"Sean, you say she doesn't want sex much?" Nancy couldn't imagine turning that away.

"Not like I do. If you're good for a minute, I'll get that oil."

"Good for a minute! Jesus!" Nancy muttered. She was still shaking a little. What the fuck, it was like a whirlwind! 

Sean arose and stretched, then picked up the oil bottle, idly reading the label. His cock stood out and pointed up. It wasn't huge or anything, but it stood out nicely and she wanted to feel it.

"Let me suck that!" She scooted to the edge of the bed and took him by the hips. 

"Sit. Put the oil down," she said.

She sat him down and knelt between his warm legs, resting her elbows on his thighs, and sucked him in right away. He was really hard, and he tasted salty and fleshy. Cock! She did like cock. Eagerly she pumped her mouth on him a few times. He smelled fine. Her wet pussy still tingled down between her legs and she had cock in her mouth; life seemed good! She came off the end to grin.

"I want to make you come, Sean. Just a second." In the drawer was a condom. He reached in and toyed with her breasts while she fussed with it. "Okay, baby, get ready for a big one." 

He had a wide glans; it was cute, like a mushroom cap. She imagined the edge of it scraping deliciously inside her pussy on the upstroke. 

"Easy, Nancy-babe," she chided herself. "We got all afternoon, here." He worked her breasts while she got to work, with an aim to give him something really epic. 

She skipped teasing and went for strong stimulation from the beginning, pumping and tongueing ferociously. His hands lost their sure touch on her breasts, she noticed. "Hah! I got him going, now," she told herself. She watched his face and listened critically to his moans and exclamations, driving him deliberately out of his mind. 

She brought him nearer to his come. His legs tensed under her arms, he sat higher and his face turned to the ceiling. She slowed down suddenly and licked sweetly all up and down, gently, lightly. He was almost there, almost there, and the maddening sweet tongue work wouldn't let him get it!

"I'm gonna make it last, just a bit longer, baby!"

"Oh for Christ's sake, suck, suck!!"

"You leave it to me," she said, exulting. She could feel his pulse in it! It was as hard as bone and jerked with every rapid pump of his heart. She slid her mouth down the length and took him into her throat, bringing a scream. He clutched the bed. She came quickly back off and blew air on it, eyes twinkling, then licked his balls a while. Meanwhile, he hung onto the bed, white-knuckled, and swore between his teeth.

"Shoe's on the other foot, now," she thought. His balls were fun, but his obvious agony was more fun. She let them roll over her cheeks and nose, coming up from time to time for another lick of his pulsing cock, or a brief lingering suck.

"Sean?" He turned his head and met her eyes again. "I been bad, Sean; I'm gonna bend over, and I think you ought to fuck me."

He pulled fiercely up on her arm. "Get up, get up," he commanded. She bent delicately, legs together, and rested her chin on her folded hands. His strong fingers grabbed her hips painfully and he swung in, deep. 

Yeah.

He howled and pounded madly into her. He was an animal, it was awesome. She squeezed his cock with her pelvic muscles once, and that was it! 

Snowcroft was an ass-oriented man, anyhow; her exquisite little move, bending over with her knees together, slapped him like a body rush. From behind his head somewhere, pouring forward into his skull, came a raging need which destroyed his rational mind like the paper tube on a firecracker. He was so hard he had to jack the thing down, away from his belly, to point it in the right direction, but he was on automatic pilot. He entered her all at once, fluidly. The soft grip and enclosing warmth hauled a howl from him, it was so perfect!

His reason leaked back in as he held her hips and thrust. He noticed he was making weird noises and cut them off. How strange, after so many years, to be in another woman like this! 

Then she did something with her pussy; it grabbed him like a sea creature, and his mind went off somewhere by itself again. Grunting and cursing randomly, he drove again and again into Nancy, while the first twinge struck like a two-and-a-half being charged in your hands-- irresistible, all-important! The next! He could feel the pulses, each with its own charge of tingling joy, pass like staccato bass notes along his fiendishly hard cock, feel each jump and spurt spread another wave of pleasure through his helpless body.

His quick pounding thrusts broke into a rhythmless deep shove, shove; she could feel every twitch of cock as the hot organ leaped up and expanded inside her with his spasms. It would have been lovely to feel the slathers of cum each time, too, but you can't have everything. 

After a moment his grunts and curses subsided, and his knees gave out. He retreated and she straightened up, rubbing her hips where he'd dug his hands in so hard. 

"There, now. Lie down, baby," she said soothingly. "I'll give you the first backrub."

"M'God, Nancy," he said. She'd reduced him to babbling. "You really..." But he lay down, and then rolled over when she told him to.

Having stripped off his condom, she applied the oil and spread it, then kneaded his back muscles. "There, hon. We have hours yet! Mmm, you have such a nice ass. Tell me about your other lovers. You're too good at this to be a one-woman man."

"That would be going back. I've been married for eleven years."

"Have you ever had a virgin?"

"That would be telling," he said.

The reader is referred to the story, "Second Girl," on the literotica site.