One Bride for Three Firemen
Everything is happening now. My cock is right at her hole, right at the tight band that separates me from her slick passage. I just have to push a little more, wait for her to relax a little bit, and then I can get past that first ring of resistance.
Suddenly, she swallows me like a mouth. And I am in, and the sensation of pushing against her is replaced by a sensation of being sucked even deeper inside her. It’s a vacuum, pulling me even further into her. I can just feel Stephan’s cock on the other side of the wall of her channel as he thrusts smoothly, filling her over and over as I slowly encroach to her darker depths.
Olivia moans, but I can barely hear it because her mouth is stuffed with Trigger’s dick. She trembles, her elbows threatening to give out. She is doing something almost nobody can do. Something most people barely dare to dream about. But she is doing it. And I know that she knows, because she begins to fuck us even harder. She sucks Trigger’s cock even harder. She slurps up more of Stephan’s dick, as her ass sucks me in all the way.
As soon as I feel it, I don’t want to wait. I just let it happen. With my fingers digging into her wide hips, I hilt my cock in her ass and let loose every ounce of my load. Stephan follows immediately after and Olivia cries out, clenching as her body rides right off that cliff of ecstasy. Trigger’s cock slips from her mouth just as he starts too, and it shoots over her back in a spectacular arc that splashes directly inside the channel of her spine, filling it completely with pearly liquid.
Shuddering, we fall in a heap. We disengage gently, careful not to bruise her. This delicate creature. This magnificent woman.
Arms and legs folded across each other, we drift together in a sweet, boundless dream. Altogether unified. A team. A partnership. A beautiful thing.
EPILOGUE
Olivia
Three years later
It’s a beautiful day, early summer, the kind of day where everybody wants to get out of the house and walk around. I’ve noticed that a lot of people who live in the neighborhood often drop in for lunch. I find that particularly flattering. I mean, they could eat lunch in their own homes, but instead, they come here, to our restaurant.
The roses have just come into full bloom, especially the climbing roses that line the brick pathway from the street. This used to be the driveway that led into the main firehouse. Now it is a picturesque front garden with arched trellises and a beautiful, bubbling fountain.
We kept the fire station as close to original as we could. Of course, bringing it up to code for a restaurant was pretty complicated. Lucky for me, I’ve got three of the most hardworking geniuses a girl could ever ask for.
The main dining room is where the fire engine used to be. We even left the brass pole where it was. Kids love it. It doesn’t go up to the second floor anymore. But they like to jump up as high as they can and then pretend to slide down it. Some of the ladies flirt with it after a few glasses of wine, running their fingers down its length and looking as if they want to jump on and swing around. Even the men fantasize about sliding down the pole, ready to save people at a moment’s notice.
On the other side of the kitchen is a second garden, with the stables as a backstop. Now the stables are a wonderful stage for musicians who come on Friday and Saturday nights to fill the garden with music. There are musicians everywhere around here. We even got Stevie Nicks to sing once, for charity. It was amazing. She is a beautiful woman, and really nice. And she loves my cooking.
It’s a perfect day. A really perfect day.
“Where do you want these?” Trigger smiles, holding three laundry bags full of linen tablecloths.
He likes to show off by carrying at least triple what he needs to at any time. His hair has gotten kind of long, and I like it. He looks like Sampson.
“Back on the stage?” I suggest. “That will be the main table.”
I catch Stephan as he sweeps through the main restaurant. “Is the florist here? Have you seen them?”
He stops and gives me a look, tucking my hair behind my ears and making me quit walking around by holding me by my cheeks until I have to stare back at him. Once I meet his eyes for an adequate period of time, he kisses me sweetly, sweeping his tongue over my upper lip, making me shiver with delight. He does amazing things with his tongue. He never lets me forget it.