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I

WENT

outsidewhenIheardthefiretruckshonking,wipingmyhandsonmyapronand

swingingthefrontdoorofthecafeopen.Theparadewasstilltwoblocksaway,butpeople
swirled around me. Practically all of Big Timber, Montana had come out: old people,
youngpeople,kidsrunningaroundwavingAmericanflagsandenormousstickersthatsaid
“THANKYOU,SMOKEJUMPERS!”

Theparadewasn’tverylong,butthenagain,BigTimberwasn’tverybig.MainStreetwas
onlyaboutfiveblockslong.

In the first car, the Mayor sat on the back of a convertible, waving at the people on the
sidewalk, decked out in a fairly ridiculous straw hat and waving a flag. THANK YOU,
SMOKEJUMPERSwasprintedinhugeredlettersonabanneronthesideofthecar.

After that came a float from the elementary school — the kids played forest animals,
runningawayfromthefire—andthenthehighschool’stinymarchingband,MissCattle
Rustle2014inanotherconvertible,andthen,finally,boththetown’sfiretrucks,carrying
thesmokejumperswho’dflowninfromfarawayandsavedourlittletownfromthePine
Ridgewildfirethathadnearlyburnedeverythingtotheground.

The firefighters were defintely the highlight of the parade. The kids were cute, sure, but
didanythingbeatasquadronofmuscledhunkswearingfirefightinguniforms,wavingat
littlekids?

Some of them were riding on the truck, hanging off the sides, wearing their firefighting
pantsandtightwhitet-shirts.

God,Icouldwatchtheirmusclesbulgingoutoftheirsleevesforever.

Iftheshirt’salittlesee-through,somuchthebetter.

Near the back of the first fire engine was one firefighter in particular, with thick, ropy
muscles,atightt-shirt,nearly-blackhairandbrightblueeyes.Mainstreetwasonlytwo
lanes,sohewasonlytenfeetfrommeasIletmyeyesroamoverhim,surehisattention
wasonthekidsjumpingupanddowninfrontofme.

Leavingmefreetothinkaboutrunningmyhandsoverthoseabs,feelingthosearmstight
aroundme,thatbeautiful,tightbodynakedandsweatyonmybed…

Atlast,Ilookedbackupathisface,onlytorealizehewasstaringrightatme,hispiercing
eyeslookingintomyown.

Iblushedbrightredinstantly,theheatspreadingacrossmycheeks.

Stopit,Itoldmyself.Youdon’tevenknowthem!

Itwistedmyaproninmyhandsandlookedaway,atMissCattleRustle.Thisyearitwas
myfriendHeather’slittlesister,Ashley.

Despitemyself,myeyesflickedbacktothefirefighter.Hewasstilllookingatme.

Ilookedawayagain,andwavedatAshley.

Finally,thefirstfiretruckwaspastme,andIrelaxedalittle,theheatleavingmycheeks.

Butthesecondfiretruckwasalsofullofhot,sexyfiremen,smilingandwaving.HopingI
wasbeingsubtle,Iletmyeyesflickfrommantoman,notlingeringonanyofthem,just
lettingmyselfimagineanyofthemnakedinmybed.

Onlyalittlebit.Forafewseconds,they’dneverknow!

Iblushedagain.I’vealwaysblushedeasily.

Then, the parade ended and I went back inside to finish the day’s baking before the
lunchrush.

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hourswentbyinablur,untilfinally,therewereonlytwotablesstillfilled

withpeopleandIwasreadytodropdead.Itwasagreatday,sales-wise—practicallythe
wholeofSweetGrassCountyhadbeenoutfortheparade—anditseemedthatatleast
halfofthemhadstoppedbyforamuffinorapastryorabowlofmyhomemadebeefchili.

Itwasexhausting,though,sowhenthebellonthedoorrang,InearlyshoutedthatIwas
closed,eventhoughitwasstillten’tilsix.InsteadIstoodatthecounter,wipingmyhands
onmyapron,tiredlylookingatthefewcookiesleftonthetray.

“WelcometoFiona’s,”Isaid,andthenIlookedup.

It was two of the firemen from the parade. One of them was the one who’d made eye
contactwithmyforsolong—blackhair,blueeyes.

“AreyouFiona?”heasked.

I felt my cheeks heating up again and wished I didn’t blush so easily, so I brushed my
bangsoutofmyfaceandtriedtoactnonchalant.

“Iam,”Isaid.“Youguysthesmokejumpers?”

“Sureare,”grinnedtheotherman.

Hehadashavedheadandskinthecolorofcaramel.Theyhadchangedintojeans,butstill
wore the thin white undershirts, and I could practically feel the body heat coming off
ofthem.

Myheartbeatfaster.

Keepittogether,Itoldmyself.

They’releavingtowntomorrow.Pleasejusttrynottomakeafoolofyourselfbeforethat.

Ismiled.

“Smokejumperseatfree,”Isaid,battingmyeyelashesalittlemorethannormal.

“TheytalkaboutmychocolatechipcookiesallthewaydowntoWyoming.”

“Dothey?”saidtheblue-eyedfirefighter.

“We’lltaketwo,”saidthemanbehindhim.

Iputfourcookiesonaplatter.

“We’reabouttoclose,”Isaid.“Youfellaswantsomecheesecake?I’llhavetothrowitout
otherwise,”Itoldthem.

Itwasn’ttrue.Ihadafridge,butIcouldn’tquitehelpmyselfaroundthesetwo—Ijust
keptflirtingandflirting.

You’renotflirting,theysavedyourtown,Ithought.Theydeservefreecheesecake.

Theydeserveanythingtheywant.

Iblushedagain,lookingawayandwipingdownthecounter,hopingtheydidn’tnotice.

“I’dlovesomecheesecake,”saidthebaldman.

Iserveduptwocheesecakesalongsidethecookies.Thetwomenthankedmeandwentto
sitatatable,quietlydiscussingsomethingbetweenthemselves.

Ishookmyheadandbegancleaningupbehindthecounter,flippingthesigntoCLOSED,
puttingeverythingawayinthefridge,tallyingupthetill.Ididitonautopilot,sinceIdid
the same thing every single day. The people at the other table left, and I cleaned their
dishes.

Butthen,asIwastakingaplatteroflemonbarsoutoftherefrigeratedcase,Ilookedover
atthemen.Theyweresittingside-by-sideatthetable,andthebaldmanhadhishandon
theotherman’sknee.

Oh,Ithought,sighinginwardly.

AlwaysgoingafterwhatIcan’thave.

Whentheywerefinished,Iwentouttocollecttheemptyplates.

“Thatcheesecakewasincredible,”saidtheblue-eyedman.“What’syoursecret?”

“Agoodcooknevertells,”Isaid.

Stopit,you’rejustembarrassingyourself.

They’reobviouslygay.

“Almond,”hesaid,takingaguess.

“No,”Isaid,smilingathim.

“Nutmeg,”saidthebaldman.

Ilaughedoutloud.

“Doyouknowwhatnutmegtasteslike?”Iasked,teasingly.

Hegrinnedatme.

“Iguessnot,”hesaid.

“Rodrigo’snotmuchofacook,”saidtheblue-eyedman.

“Oh,likeyoudon’teatmyhuevosrancheros,”saidRodrigo.

“Well,whenit’syourcookingorstarve,I’lleatit,”teasedtheotherman.

Rodrigorolledhiseyes,good-naturedly.

Theblue-eyedmanstuckhisbig,beefyhandout,theropesofhismusclesripplingevenin
thecafe’smutedlight.

“I’mHunter,”hesaid.

“Rodrigo.”

“I’mFiona,”Isaid,takingbothmen’shands,feelingalittleflustered.

Theywerewarmandbiganddry,andmyheartskippedabeatwhenItouchedthem.

“Youknewthat,though.”

“Haveaseat,”theysaid.“Takealoadoff.”

Ilookedaround.Besidesthesetwoplates,thecleanupwasdone.

Moretothepoint,eveniftheyweregayandnotinterestedinme,thesywerereally,really
attractive.I’dbeenbusyworkingatmycafeforsolong—whenwasthelasttimeI’dhad
adatewithsomeone?

Isat.

“Whereareyouguysfrom?”Iasked.

Itookmyapronoffandhungitoverthechairnexttome.

“Colorado,”saidHunter.

“Florida,”saidRodrigo.

“You’realongwayfromhome,”Isaid.“You’restayingattheBigSkyInn?”

“We’reroommates,”Huntersaid.

Thenhewinkedatme.

Ihadnoideawhattothinkofthat.

“It’sgorgeoushotel,”Isaid,staringatHunterjustalittletoolong,desperatelytryingto
thinkofsomethingtosay.“Builtin1880,Ithink.Therearebulletsinthebardownstairs
fromagunfightaroundthen.”

“Noshit,”saidRodrigo.

“We’vegotquitethecheckeredpastinBigTimber,”Isaid.

Ileanedbackintomychair.

Hunterleanedforward,towardmy.

“Doyou?”

Imighthavefeltawkwardaroundattractivemen,butIwasnoidiot.

Iknewacome-onwhenIsawone.

“Sure,”Isaid.

Itiltedmyheadtoonesideandsmiledathimflirtatiously.

“BigTimbermayseemtame,butwesureknowhowtohaveagoodtime.”

“Youfolksarehospitable.”

“We pride ourselves on hospitality,” I said, leaning forward across the table herself.
“Anythingtomakesureourvisitorshaveapleasurablestay.”

Mywordshungintheairforamoment,andIlookedfromHuntertoRodrigoandback.

Ifuckeditup,Ithought,andbegantoblushyetagain.

HowcouldIthinktheywereflirting?!They’renotflirting,youmoron.

Thetwomenlookedateachother.

“Anything?”Hunterasked.Rodrigoleanedforward,andnowboththeirfaceswereafew
inchesfrommine,acrossthethickwoodentable.

Myheartthuddedinmychest,andItookadeepbreath.

ThenInodded.

Hunterleanedinthoselastfewinchesandkissedmehardonthemouth.Afteramoment
ofshock,Ikissedback.

He tasted a little sweet, like the chocolate he’d just eaten, and a little like smoke, as
thoughafterweeksoffightingwildfiresthescentcameoutofhispores.

Hislipswerefirmanddry,hisstubblealittleraspy.

Hefeltexactlyright,justlikeamanshould.

Hunterbrokeawayfromme,andbeforeIcouldevengasp,Rodrigokissedmeaswell.

Hetastedcleanandfreshandsmelledlikethepinewoodsjustoutsidetown.

BeforeIrealizedit,Ihadputahandoneachman’sshoulder,squeezingthethickmuscles
there,butthenRodrigobrokeawayfrommeaswell.

Icoveredmymouthwithonehand,blushed,andgasped.

“Don’tbeembarrassed,”Huntersaid.

Hegentlytookthewristofthehandatmymouthandpulleditdowntothetable.

“ComebacktotheBigSkywithus,”saidRodrigo.

Itwasn’texactlyarequest.Itwasanorder,fromamannotusedtobeingdiobeyed.

Iswallowedandstaredforamoment.Ilickedmylips.Itwasn’tthatIdidn’twantto.

Even though I’d never done anything like it before — even though I’d never even

dreamedofhavingtwomenatthesametime—Iwantedto.

Two incredibly hot men, their muscles practically bursting out of their clothing even as
theysatthere,acrossfrommy,atthesametime?

Iwasalreadywetandaching,justfromthosetwokisses.

No,theproblemwasthatBigTimberwasaverysmalltown,andpeoplewouldtalk.Too
muchtalking,andIwouldn’tbeFionatheBakeranymore,I’dbeFionatheSlut.

“Ican’t,”Isaid.“Peoplewilltalk.”

Idrewmyhandbackandputitinmylap,thenstartedtogetupfromthetable.

“Wait,”saidHunter.

“Wecansneakyouin,”Rodrigosaid.“There’sabackdoor.”

Ilookedfromonetotheotheragain,myheartbeatingfasterandfaster,theacheofdesire
rekindlingdeepdowninside.

“Noonecansee,”Isaid.

“Scout’shonor,”saidRodrigo.

Icouldn’thelpbutbreakintoawidegrin.

“Okay,”Isaid.

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wasabeautifulVictorianbuildingtwoblocksawayfrommycafe,and

when the two men let me in the back door, I was greeted by a hall with sumptuous red
carpet.Theyledmethreeflightsupthebackstairwellandtotheirroom.

It had an enormous fireplace with a hand-carved mantle, a fire already going in it, two
overstuffed leather armchairs, and two queen beds, both with brass frames. The curtains
wereredvelvet.

“Holyshit,”Isaid.

I’d never actually been in one of the rooms before, only the lounge and bar area
downstairs—BigTimber’sonlyrealbar.

“It’srealnice,”saidHunter,andheputonehandonthesmallofmyback.

Ifeltmyselfflushwithheatagain,andturnedtolookathim.

“Youmakeitinsecretly?”heasked.

Heputonefingeronmybottomlipandtappedit.

“Suredid,”Isaid.

“Perfect,”hesaid,andleaneddowntokissmeagain.

Hestilltastedsweetandwarm,stillsmelledlikesmoke,andthistimeIpartedmylipsand
pushed my tongue into his mouth, gently at first, until his curled around mine as we
exploredeachother,lipsandtonguestangling.

Iputonehandonthesideofhisface,thenaroundthebackofhishead,andpressedhim
hardagainstmeashishandonmybackgrippedme.

Icouldalreadyfeelhiserectionthroughthedenimofhisjeans.

God,Ineededthis.HowhadIgottensolucky?

ThenIfeltRodrigostepupbehindme,hishandsonmyhipsaswell,hisfingersclosing
aroundthepoints.IknewthatIprobablystillsmelledlikeflourandgrease,andfeltalittle
badforamoment,untilIfeltmyhairpartedandwarmlipsonthebackofmyneck.

IbrokeawayfromHunter,breathinghard.

“Mmm,”Isaid,myeyesclosedandheadtiltedback.

Behind me, Rodrigo traced one finger from my neck to my shoulder and down my left
arm,ashiswarmmouthmovedright,kissingalltheexposedskinonthatsideofmyneck.

WarmfingersexploredunderneathmyFiona’scafet-shirt,brushingovermybellyandup
tomyribcage,thenbackdown,teasingme.

Iarchedmyback,pushingmyasstowardRodrigo.Iwantedtofeelboththeirerectionsat
once,oneithersideofme.

Icouldstillscarcelybelievethat,somehow,thiswashappeningtome!

Rodrigopulledmyhipstowardhim,andIfelthislong,harderectiononmyass.Holding
metight,herubbedupanddownonme,hisbreathinmyear.

“That’sforyou,youdirtylittlething,”hewhispered.

IthoughtImightcomerightthen.Noonehadever talked to me that way before, but it
mademypussythrobwithanticipation.

Instead, his fingers moved up my shirt, until, before I knew it, he was taking it off and
tossingitacrosstheroom,notcaringwhereitlanded.

Heundidmybraandflungthatsomewhere,too,andthenHunterwaskissingmeagain.
Someonefondledmybreasts,gentlybutwithunmistakableneed,andHunterpressedinto
me,hard,Rodrigopressingback.

I turned my head a little and moved from Hunter’s mouth to Rodrigo’s, our tongues
tanglingandmelding.

Hunter put his head to my chest and bit one nipple, gently. I moaned into Rodrigo’s
mouth,andfelthiserectionstiffenagainstme.

Huntermovedtomyotherbreastandbitandlickedthatone,too,thepleasuremovingina
straightline—ajolt—rightdowntomypussy,hotandaching.

Heputhishandsonmybeltandundidit,thenbegantounbuttonmyjeans.

“Hey,”Isaidbreathlessly,breakingawayfromRodrigo’swarmmouth.

Hunterjustlookedupatmewiththoseblueeyes,darkenedwithlust.

“Ithinkit’syourturntogetundressed,”Isaid,bitingmylip.“Afterall,I’mtoplessand
you’renot.”

Hunterjustgrinnedandtookhisshirtoff.

Imovedoutfrombetweenthetwoofthem,hopingforashow.

“Youtoo,”IsaidtoRodrigo.

Helaughed.

“Youliketowatch?”heasked,flexinghismuscles.

“Ofcourse,”Isaid,blushingagaindespitemyself.

Rodrigo grabbed his shirt in both hands, and pulled in opposite directions. The flimsy
undershirttoreinhalf,andheshruggeditoff.

Heatrushedthroughme,evenhotterthanbefore.

“IwishI’dthoughtofthat,”saidHunter.

HemovedbehindRodrigo,alittletallerthantheotherman,andgrippedhimbythehips,
thenthrusthimselfagainsthim.

Rodrigo made a small, satisfied noise, his eyes closed. Hunter kissed him on the neck,
travelingdowntohisshoulder,hisarm,untilfinallyRodrigohadhadenough.

Hehalf-turnedandtookHunter’sheadinhishead,hisfingerslacingthroughhishair,and
kissedtheothermanroughly.

Iwatchedtheminfascination,thetwohot,muscledfirefightersmakingoutrightinfront
of my. They held each other tight, big fingers sinking into flesh as they grabbed and
wrestled.Icouldseetheirtonguesineachother’smouths,andIcouldpracticallyfeelthe
lust—therawneed—comingoffofthetwomen.

Rodrigo reached for Hunter’s belt, undid it, tore it out of his belt loops, then undid his
jeans.

TheybrokeapartonlysoHuntercouldremovehispantsandhisboxerbriefs,thenthetwo
mengrabbedeachotheragain,inanembracesoharditalmostlookedpainful.

Rodrigolosthispantsthesameway.

Watchingthem,Icouldn’thelpmyselfanymore.

Istoodandundidmyjeans,torethemandmyunderwearoff.Bothmenstoppedtowatch
meshimmyoutofmyclothes,andthen,Iheadedstraightforthem.

Fascinated,Iranonehanddowneachoftheirchests,feelingthesofthairthere,theripple
oftheirpecsandabs,musclesearnedworkingoutsideinthewildernessfordaysonend.

ImovedmyhandsdownanddownuntilIwasgrippingboththeircocksatonce,bothlong
andthickandhard,practicallypulsingwithdesire.

IkissedHunteronthemouth,andthenRodrigo.Ipumpedmyhandsupanddown,once,
atthesametime,andbothmenletoutofagroanofpleasure.

Theybothreachedformyheadandtheirhandsmet,buriedinmyhair.

IlickedRodrigo’scollarbone.

“Youtastelikepine,”Isaid,gasping.TheIlickedHunterinthesameplace,nearlyoutof
mymindwithlust.

“Andyoutastelikesmoke.”

“Whichonedoyoulikebetter?”askedRodrigo.

“Whocandecide?”Iasked,andthenkneltonthethickcarpet.

Iwasnervous.I’dneverbeensoforwardwithaman,letalonetwomenatonce.

Buttherewassomethingaboutthesetwothatdrovemecompletelywild,outofmymind,
andIneededthem.

Iwantedtofeeltheirlong,thickcocksinmymouth,listentothemgroanandItookthem
oneaftertheother.

Iwantedthemtobothtake me, hard, fast, and mercilessly, until I screamed their names
andbitthepillow.

With both cocks firmly in my fists, I slowly licked the head of one, and then the other,
lettingmytonguetravelallthewayaroundit,listeningforthemoansupabove.

HunterandRodrigoweremakingoutagain,pressingtheirfacestogetherfiercely.Itook
theheadofonecock—Hunter’s,Ithought,thoughitwashardtokeeptrack—intomy
mouth,pushingmylipsdowntheshaft,andfromaboveIheardagaspandthenamoan,
blockedbytheotherman’smouth.

IpulledhimoutanddidthesamethingtoRodrigo,movingmytongueslowlyalongthe
bottomofhiscock,wantingtomakehimgaspandmoan,too.

Hedid.Ipumpedmyhandsupanddown,andalternatedbetweenthetwomenagain:first
one,pushinghiscockallthewaytothebackofmymouth,swirlingmytonguearound,
andthentheother,pushingmylipsdownasfarasIcould.

Ididitagainandagain,lovingthemusky,smoky,pineytasteofthemen,thesaltytasteof
theirprecum,thewaytheysighedandmoanedabovemeastheymadeout.

Finally I stood up again, only to be virtually attacked by the two of them at once, each
tryingtobethefirsttokissme,grabbingmeroughly.

I kissed one and then the other, both men trying to press themselves against my the
hardest.Ilacedmyfingersthroughtheirhair,oneoneachhead,astheysharedme.

ThenHuntergrabbedme,liftedmeup,andtossedmeontothebed.

Icouldn’thelpbutsqueal,loud.

“I thought you didn’t want anyone to know you were here,” he teased, over my on his
elbows,hiserectiondiggingintomybelly.

“Ididn’tknowyouweregoingtotossme,”Isaid,breathinghard.

“You’resotossable,”hesaid,andkissedmyonthecollarbone,thenbetweenmybreasts,
takingamomenttopinchonenipple,thenintheslightgullyabovemybellybutton,then
justabovemymound.

Withhisbighands,hespreadmythighsapart.

Histonguewaswarmandwetandhot,andashelickedmyslit,slowlyandgently,Ifelt
likeImightexplode.

IcouldfeelhowarousedandswollenIwas,almostlikeIwasfilledtoburstingwithlust,
andwhenhistonguefirsttouchedmyIsawstars.

Hunterlickedme,beginningonmywet,swollenslit,workinghistongueinbetweenme
lipsandthenuptomyclit,flickingitbackandforthacrossthesensitivenub.

Isquirmedandgaspedunderhistongue,grabbingtherichsatinduvetwithbothhandsand
pulling,nearlyhardenoughtotearit.Betweenmylegs,Hunterchuckledandsqueezedthe
inside of my thighs with both his big, calloused hands, the rough skin on them rasping
alongthesmoothsurfaceofmylegs,sendinglittleshocksthroughoutmybody.

Icouldalsofeelhisstubbleonme,rightatthejunctureofthighandpussy,astrange,sharp
feelingthatonlyheightenedmypleasure.

Slowly, his tongue made its way back down my slit, ducking between the folds and
pushinginsideme,wigglingjustalittlebit.

Involuntarily,Imadeanoisesomewherebetweenagaspandasqueak.

WhenIlookeddown,wantingtoseeHunterburiedinme,IrealizedRodrigowasbehind
theotherman,bentoverhim,Hunter’shard,thickcockinRodrigo’shand.

Rodrigo stoked him firmly, his own cock pressing against Hunter’s ass, occasionally
bendingtokisstheotherman’sshoulder.

Hunter’stongueflickedacrossmyclitagain,andthenstayedthere,movinginlanguorous
circles.

I whimpered. I opened my mouth to say something, but my mind had gone blank with
pleasure,soIjustmoanedinstead.

“Ithinkshelikesit,”Rodrigosaid.

“I’mgonnamakeyoucome,”Huntergrowled.

Nowhehadonefingeronmyslit,strokingitgently,justbarelyedginginsideme.

Inodded,thenswallowed.

“Yes,”Isaid,barelyabletogetthewordout.

I felt fingers — big, rough fingers — sink into my pussy at the same time as Hunter
reappliedhistonguetomyclit,thistimemovinginfastercircles,intimewithhisfingers.

“Ohmygod,”Igasped.ItwasallthewordsIcouldthinkof.

“Ohmygod,ohmygod…”

Thepleasurebuiltandbuiltinsideme,likeadamabouttoburst,andthenallatonceIfelt
likeIexploded,comingharderthanIeverhadbefore.

I arched my back and clutched the duvet even tighter, shouting nonsense words and
syllablesaswaveafterwaveofpleasurewashedoverme,againandagain.

Still Hunter’s tongue danced on me, his fingers inside my tight wet pussy, and he kept
goingandgoingforaslongasIcame.

Finally, gasping and sweating, I relaxed, sinking into the bed, feeling spent and sweaty.
HunterstoodonlytohaveRodrigopullhisheadaroundbyhishair,kissingtheotherman
firmlyonthelips,longandhard.

“Delicious,”Rodrigosaidwhentheycameupforair.

IscootedtothefootofthebedandtookHunter’scockinmyhandagain,lookingupat
him.Rodrigobentoverhisshoulder,stillholdingtheothermantightagainsthim.

“What should we do about this?” I asked teasingly, moving my hand the length of
hiscock.

“I’vegotanidea,”hesaid,andtookmebythewrist.

Hunter backed onto one of the plush leather armchairs, sitting with his cock pointing
straightup.WhenIwasabouttositonhim,hespunmyaroundsomyasswasfacinghim.
Withonethumbhereachedbetweenmylegsformypussy.

“Stillwetforus,youdirtygirl?”hewhisperedinmyear.

Isteadiedmyhandsagainstthearmchair,spreadmylegsoverHunter,andloweredmyself
onto his cock. He guided it in and I sat slowly, feeling the wonderful stretch of his
impossiblythickmember,thatfullnessthatIachedfor.

“Oh,”Isaid,eyesclosed.“Thisfeelssogood.”

“You like having your tight little pussy filled up?” he growled in my ear, biting my
shoulder.

Icouldn’tevenrespond,justbitmylip,easingmyselfontohimuntilHunterwasburiedin
mecompletelyandIsatonhim.

HepushedpleasurebuttonsthatIhadn’tknownIhad,fillingmecompletelyandjustright.
One hand wandered up my body to pinch a nipple, and I moaned out loud, barely able
tomove.

Suddenly,Rodrigowaskneelinginfrontofus.Hunterhadmebythehips,hishandstight,
and he began to lift me up and down slowly, helping me to fuck him as he spread his
kneesapart,openingmeevenfurther.

“What are you—ohhhhhhh,” said I, confused for a moment before Rodrigo moved his
headinandlickedmyclitagain.

Hemovedhistongueupanddownmy,frommysensitivenubtomytotallyfilledpussy,
thelipsstretchedtightagainstHunter’scock.

Hunterkeptmovingmeupanddownonhismassiveshaft,Rodrigo’stonguefollowingme
thewholetime,makingitswaydowntolickHunter’scock,soakedinmyjuices.

AllIcoulddowasmoan—I’dthoughtIwasspentcompletely,butnowIreachednew
heightsofpleasure,heightsI’dneverevenimaginedbefore.

Thedoublesensationofbeingfuckedandlickedatthesametimedrovemetotallywild,

and I felt like I was orgasming continually, the steady rise and fall and rise and fall of
pleasure.

Rodrigo licked me, and then my full cunt, lips spread wide, licked along Hunter’s shaft
and then took one of his balls into his mouth, then the other, listening to the other man
moanwithpleasure.Withonehandhestrokedhimself,hisownmemberrigidandwaiting.

Thenhe licked myclit again, histongue moving back andforth and backand forth as I
moanedhelplessly,notcaringwhoheard.

Finally,Huntergrunted.Iwasstilllostinpleasure,moaningandsighing,ridingthecrests
andgulliesofpleasure.

Ihadn’tknownIcouldcomesomanytimesinarow,butIhad.

“I’mgonnacome,”Huntersaid.

“Comeinsideme,”Ibegged.

Hepulledmyoffhim.Rodrigo’stongueleftmyclit.

“Not yet, dirty girl,” Hunter said, and pushed me to standing. I nearly fell over, but
Rodrigocaughtme,kissedmehard,histhicklengthrubbingupagainstme.

I took it in my hand, another big, hard cock. Even though I’d just come what felt like a
hundredtimesinarow,Istillwanteditinsideme,thrustingbackandforth,fillingmewith
pleasure.

“Lookwhatyou’vegotforme,”Isaid,squeezinghiscock.

“Youlikeit?”heasked.

Ididn’trespond,Ijustturnedaroundandbentoverthebed,archingmybackandsticking
myassout.

“Let’sfindout,”Isaid.

Rodrigo stepped behind me and, all in one smooth motion, plunged his cock into me. I
gaspedandthrewmyheadback,emittingalong,gutturalmoanofpleasureashedid.

“Oh,fuckme,”Isaid.

He grasped my hair and pulled. The feeling sent shivers from my scalp and down my
spine,andIreveledintheknowledgeofbeingcontrolled,totallyunabletomove.

Hefuckedmehardandfast,differentfromtheslowwayHunterhad,butIwasstillalmost
blindedwithpleasure.

Fucked hard, fucked slow, it barely mattered, it seemed. I moaned and moaned and
Rodrigo thrust in and out of me, my face in the duvet cover, as the feeling in my pussy
builtandbuiltandIthoughtImightexplode.

JustasIwasontheedge,abouttotiltoveritandcomeyetagain,Rodrigostopped,still
balls-deepinsideme.

“Don’tstop,”Ipleaded.

Hegroundhimselfagainstme,movinghiscockinside.Igaspedagain.

“That’s not where I want to come,” he said, and with his other hand my ran one finger
downmycrackuntilitalightedonmysensitivebackhole.

Mypussypulsed,andIgaspedwithpleasure.

“Youwant…that?”Isaid.

I’d never done that before. I’d barely even thought about it — anal was so dirty, so
filthy…

Ibitmylip,mypussysqueezingaroundRodrigo’sthick,hardcockinmypussy.

Icouldn’tbelievemyself,butIwantedit.Iwantedtobetheirdirty,filthygirl,toletthis
manfillmytightbackholewithhiscock,lethimusemehoweverhewanted.

Thethoughtmademeevenwetterthanbefore

“Yes,”Igasped,pussygushing.“Fuckmyass,Rodrigo.”

Hepulledout,hiscockdrippingwithmyjuices,andHunter,nowbehindhim,handedhim
something.Hesmeareditalloverhisdickandhandeditback,thenpositionedtheheadof
hiscockatmybackhole.

“Relax,”hewhispered,andIsaggedagainstthebed.

Ifeltonefingerinvademe,pushingpasttheringofmuscle,stretchingmeoutjustalittle,
andthenitwasjoinedbyanother.

Isquirmedalittleatfirst,butafterafewmomentsitstartedtofeelgood—itwassodirty
andtaboo,howcoulditnot?

“That’sright,dirtygirl,”Rodrigosaid.“Youreadytotakemeinyourass?”

Ijustmoanedinresponse,andhepulledhisfingersout.

Theywerereplacedbyhiscock,pushinghardagainstmybackhole,andIforcedmyself
torelaxagain,evenasIfeltmyassholebegintostretchandstretchtoaccommodatehis
hugecock.

“God,yourassissofuckingtight,dirtygirl,”hesaid.

Ijustgaspedandwhimperedatthemixofpainandpleasure.

Iwantedhiscockinmyass,wanteditsobaditnearlyhurt,butIwasn’tsureitwouldever
actuallyfit—IfeltlikeIwasstretchingandstretchingwithnoendinsight,andsurely,
soonIwouldtearwideopen.

It’stoobig,Ithought.He’sfuckinghuge,there’snopossibleway…

“Idon’tthink—ohhhh,”Igasped,theheadofhiscocksuddenlypoppingthrough.

“That’sit,”hegroaned.“Takemycocklikeagoodgirl.”

Littlebylittle,Rodrigofuckedmyassuntilhiscockwasburiedinsideme.

Imoanedthewholetime,feelingasthoughhewastouchingpartsofmenooneeverhad
before,likehiscockwasnestledsomewherebetweenmylungs.

Finallyhewasallthewayin,myasscheekstouchinghiships,Rodrigohilted.

I’d never felt anything like it, so utterly stretched and filled, so completely at a man’s
mercy.

Rodrigobegantothrust,andIsawwhitelightsbehindmyeyes.

Then,HuntertookRodrigobythehipsandbittheotherman’sshoulder.

“I’ve got something you want,” he whispered, and Rodrigo shuddered with pleasure,
bendingovermyback,thebettertogiveHunteraccess.

Theothermanslidhiscockdownthecleftofhisass,slowly,alreadyslickwithlubricant,
untilthetipofitwaitedonhishole.

“Tellmeyouwantit,”Huntersaid.

“Iwantyourcock,”Rodrigosaid.“Iwantyouinmyasssobad.”

Hunter moved his hips just a little, pushing the head of his cock against the other
man’shole.

Rodrigoletoutaloudmoan,andIlookedovermyshouldertowatchthem.

“Oh,fuckmehard,”Rodrigosaid.“Comeon,baby,Icantakeit.”

For a moment his face was in agony, and then as the head of Hunter’s cock popped
throughthetightringofmuscleitturnedtopleasure.

Hunter’scockslidallthewayin,rightuptothehilt.Agrowlescapedhisthroatandhis
handsdugintoRodrigo’ships.

“Youfeelsogood,”hesaid,beginningtothrustbackandforth.

Onthebottomofthepile,IfeltRodrigo’scockpulloutofmyassandthenthrustin.Every
timehedid,HunterfuckedhimandIcouldfeeltheechoofit,almostlikebeingfuckedin
theassbybothmenatonce.Itfeltincredible,beyondanythingI’deverdreamedof.

Mywholebodywasinecstasy,andthefeelingonlybuiltandbuiltaswefucked.

Then,Rodrigo’shandstolearoundtomyclit,rubbingitgently,andIwentovertheedge.

Itfeltasthoughatidalwavehitme.IsawstarsandnearlytoretheduvetyetagainandI
screamed with sheer pleasure, feeling the cock in my ass plunge in harder and harder,
sendingsensationsthroughmeI’dneverfeltbefore.

It lasted longer than I’d ever thought possible, and I rode the wave through to the end,
finallylimponthebed,gasping,mybodystillspasming.

JustasIfinished,Rodrigo,feelingmyasstightenaroundhiminwaves,couldn’tholdon
anylongerandemptiedhimselfintomy,thrustinguncontrollably,gruntingandgrowling
likeananimal.

At the same time, Hunter came as well, spurting into Rodrigo, biting the other man’s
shoulderhard,holdinghimtightagainsthimself,hiscockburieduptothehilt.

Finally,itwasover,andweallwentlimp.Everyonepulledout,butRodrigoandHunter
didn’tevenmakeittothebed,theyjustcollapsedonthefloorinfrontofthefire.

Ilazilyfloppedover,layinghalfonthebed,practicallydrippingontothefloor.

“Wereweloud?”Iasked,afteralongsilence.

“Wemighthavebeen,”Rodrigosaid.

I

FELL

asleep on the bed, so it was nearly one in the morning when the two firefighters

walkedmeoutthebackdoortomycar,acoupleofblocksaway.I’dtriedtorefusetheir
help, pointing out that Big Timber was possibly the safest place on the planet, but they
wouldn’thearofit.

“We’rewalkingyou,”Rodrigosaid.

“It’sfinal,”Huntersaid.

Ijusthopednoonesawus,butastheyreachedtheparkinglottoFiona’scafe,itseemed
likenoonehad.

Big Timber didn’t need to be talking about what I’d been doing in the company of two
extremelyhandsomestrangerssolateatnight.

They waited until I was in the car, motor running, before they were satisfied that I’d
beokay.

“Haveasafejourneybackhome,”Isaid,smilingupatthem.

“I’llneverforgetBigTimber,”saidRodrigo.

Hebentdownandkissedme,hismouthwarm,hisskinstillsmellingofpine.

“Thiswasthebestfireyet,”saidHunter,bendingtokissmeaswell,smellingofsmoke.

“Imightjuststartleavingcampfiresunattendedifthisiswhathappens,”Iteased.

ThenIputthecaringear,blewthemakiss,anddroveoff.

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