Firehouse Fuck Buddy

There were four firemen, one woman, and me. There was no fire, except in the sex hungry bellies of the firefighters and me. She was standing with her hands on her hips, challenging the five of us to put up or shut up. If we couldn't back our bravado, she was threatening to take things into her own hands, and our cocks into her own fingers, pussy, and between her lips. She laughed at our lack of haste, mocking us as gay boys afraid to fuck a real pussy.

She took over and undressed one of us, stretched out flat on the bed and boldly beckoned him to join her. He knelt in front of her while the rest of us began taking off our clothes. The lucky first responder was the first to respond and eagerly positioned himself between her knees, separating her labia lips and pushed himself deep into her vagina, thrusting his hips forward rapidly, pounding into her with piston-like motion, fucking like any fireman would be proud to do.

They fucked for twenty minutes before he came and was replaced by a second responder who was quicker on his feet than the rest of us. His boner slid into her in one swift motion, parting her wet lips with a thick and hard rod that rapidly thrusted back and forth as she squealed with delight encouraging him "to fuck me good" as loud as an ally cat on a wooden fence.

"Oh god, yes," she yelled. "Fuck me like there is a raging fire in your pants. Harder, you hot firefighter motherfucker, "she called out. "Fuck this pussy good. Fuck it so someone can suck your come right out of me. Yes, screw my hungry brains out, you cocksucker."

We had never heard anything quite like shat came out of Cheryl's mouth that day, and as it turned out, we heard it many, many times since that day. The rest of us stood and watched with our dicks n our hands, waiting for the chance to fuck the firehouse darling who begged for more as fireman 46 fucked her pussy as hard as he could, pounding into her as fast as his cock would move.

Her name was Cheryl and She worked at the restaurant down the street from the fire station and served breakfast and lunch to most of the men working there. She had flirted with the four I was with and she invited me to come along, stressing the word 'come' when she made the invitation. She told us to be at the restaurant at closing and she promised to "service" us after hours.

After the second one to fuck her came she turn over and knelt, putting her bottom in the air, offering it to all takers, then she motioned to me to get in front of her so she could take my very stiff cock into her mouth. She took hold of it with one hand and brought it between her lips, swabbing the tip with her tongue before pulling it in and to the back of her throat. She sucked me like a vacuum cleaner and I threw my head back and enjoyed the ride.

As she was sucking me, the next firefighter knelt behind her and she directed him to fuck her ass. As his friend fucked her ass, the remaining firefighter began fingering her pussy as he knelt beside her. He brought her to a screaming orgasm that came from deep in her throat around my busy cock. After she came she rested for only a few minutes, then she started over taking the cock of number one, offered her pussy to number two, took number three in one hand and four in the other, then she motioned to me with her head and encouraged me to take each of her breasts in my hands and massage them as she fucked and sucked the others.

I fucked her pussy from behind after that and came in her with a blast of cum that had me dizzy and spent as I shot stream after stream of semen into her well-fucked and eaten pussy. No one seemed bothered by the fact that other guys had filled her pussy with come before they ate her.

When each of us had come at last once, we collapsed on the bed or couch, totally spent, totally satisfied, and completely surprised that she was still raring to go at least another round. "You big strong firemen aren't tired are you. What pussies," she mocked. Then she offered to blow any guy who would come over to her. Number three did, although I am not sure how he managed.

He could barely get it up and never got totally hard. She sucked his semi-hard cock and made fun of him for not getting totally hard. I must have dozed off because a few minutes later I heard a noise and saw that number two was fucking her doggie-style on the bed as she gave number one a blow job.

I began to get my strength back and mounted her when he was finished. I fucked her from between her thighs as she jacked off three and four at the same time. At close to three am we all were crashed and she was finally finished, collapsing on the bed on her stomach with her hands stretched out straight like a wet dishrag on a kitchen counter, dead to the world.

By that time I could hardly raise my head to look at her and was out like the proverbial light and didn't raise my head until the sun was shining through the window and right in my eyes. As I lifted my head Cheryl was back at it with number one, riding him cowgirl and bouncing over his hips.

Cheryl is merely an average waitress, but she is one incredible fuck buddy to firehouse fifty-one, and by now has fucked every fireman there except for Andy, who has pledged fidelity to wife Linda, who must be incredible to keep Andy home while Cheryl is on the prowl. It is lucky there aren't more fires in the neighborhood, because the firemen at station fifty-one are in no condition to fight firs these days, not with Cheryl working the neighborhood. I am still not a fireman, but I do consider myself part of the crew, Cheryl's crew.