“I need your cock. I need to come now,” Ian gasped, holding himself open while Ben pressed the head of his penis home. The ease with which they worked together told Liz this was not their first time. “Oh fuck, that’s good,” Ian moaned as he bucked backwards against Ben’s thrusting.
Ben’s hand snaked under Ian’s belly and stroked his best friend’s penis in rhythm to his own thrusts. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh, of grunting and pushing drove Liz to thrust against her fingers circling her clit then dipping deep into her pussy. Liz would have thought them too intent on their own pleasure to notice her muffled groans and gasps as her lust built. She was wrong.
“Lizzie,” Ian lifted his head and called out, “if you’re going to watch, then at least return the favour.”
She didn’t wait for a second invitation. She dropped her bag by the door and left a trail of clothing across to the chair. There she plopped down so the two lads got a primo view of her cunny twitching from the action on the bed.
The room was electric, permeated with the salty sweet smell of pussy, and the more meaty smell of sweating cocks. They were all thrusting and grunting and moaning, straining nearly to the breaking point. Ben’s hand was jerking at Ian’s cock as though there was a battle going on, and his engorged balls were slapping ever harder against his friend’s arse with each thrust. Liz matched their hammering with her own strokes, amazed at how in tune they all seemed to be with each other’s rhythm, so in tune that they all three came together. Ian spurted like a fire hose against the headboard of the bed, Ben convulsed against Ian’s arse nearly flattening him, and Liz practically fell off the chair when her orgasm hit full force, shuddering up through her cunt, across her belly and breasts, surging over the top of her head like a tidal wave.
“How long has this been going on?” she asked afterwards, when the three of them were snuggled together in the big bed.
“Not long,” Ian said. “We thought maybe showing you might be better than telling.” He offered her a wicked smile. “It wasn’t ever anything we planned. One night there was a big fire, and after, we came back here, watched a little telly, some porn rubbish. I don’t even remember. We were a little drunk when we started talking about, you know, what it felt like to be with a bloke. Then one thing led to another, the next thing we knew it just happened.”
Ben continued the story. “We laughed about it in the morning, but we both knew we’d do it again. Doesn’t mean we don’t like chicks,” he added quickly.
Liz chuckled. “I sort of figured that much.” Then they both listened while she told them her idea.
At last, Ian spoke. “Let me get this straight, you want us to make Teri Dalton come?”
“Both of us?” Ben asked.
“It’s not like she hasn’t seen you with your cocks up. You two are my last shoot, late in the evening. No one else will be around. I’ve asked her to help out. All I’m saying is, if things head in that direction, just follow her lead. She just needs to boost her sexual confidence, that’s all.”
Ian nodded. “Any decent bloke would do what he could for her.”
Ben agreed. “Can we bring toys?”
“You always want to bring toys,” Ian observed.
“Just be nice and be gentle. She’s very innocent, but enthusiastic. We want this to be a good experience for her, not a scary one.”
When Liz agreed to shoot the calendar, the firemen allocated the adjoining garage for the project. It housed extra equipment and an obsolete fire truck. The men had rigged up lights, hoses, a fire pole and several other props to make the photos look realistic. Teri was already busy checking equipment and setting up lights when Liz arrived. She looked angelic in a white vest and a pink cotton skirt, but Liz suspected this little angel could be very naughty.
Right on cue Ian and Ben showed up for the last shoot in nothing but boots and waterproof trousers with braces. They stood by the fire truck, displaying broad chests and thick biceps like super heroes. Even Liz was breathless at the sight. “OK, lads, we’ll start with a nice shot of you two relaxing against the truck after a fire. Teri, there’s stage make-up on the table. These two need to look like they’ve just come from a fire. Would you mind?”
Teri took the make-up and handed it awkwardly to Ian.
“No, hon.” Liz came to her side. “They can’t reach to put it on their backs. You’ll have to help. I’ll show you.” She took a gob of black greasepaint and smeared it first on Ben’s cheeks, then across his chest and down his torso, watching his stomach tightening as her hand neared the waistband of his trousers.
“Here, I’ll hold this and you can give me a rub down.” Before Ian could take the make-up from her, Teri tensed and a large blob of black greasepaint erupted from the top of the tube on to her vest.
“Oh dear.” Ian produced a handkerchief from somewhere and wiped at the spot just above her left nipple, his strokes expanding to a cupping caress that spread the black across the whole of her now heaving breast. “Don’t worry. I’m sure Liz knows something that’ll get that out.”
Flustered, Teri tried to push his hand away, but Ian folded his fingers around hers and brought both their hands and the blackened handkerchief to his belly, wiping a large smear all the way down to where the dusting of dark hair began just beneath his navel. “There, that’s perfect.” He smiled reassuringly. “If you could put a little down my chest and back and-” The handkerchief fell to the floor and Ian gasped in surprise as Teri slid her hand into the top of his trousers. “I don’t think I need make-up there.”
“You have an erect-a hard-on.” She looked up at him wide-eyed. “It must be uncomfortable.”
“Getting that way, yes.” He grunted, shifting against her hand. “Would you like to see?”
She nodded. Her cheeks flushed. Her breath quickened.
He caught Liz’s eye where she stood frozen with her smudged hand low on Ben’s back. She nodded approval. Then he offered the intern his wicked smile. “First take off your vest.”
“What?”
“You show me yours; I’ll show you mine. Shall I help?”
She lifted her arms as he slid off her vest, then unhooked her bra. He took his time, admiring her, ignoring her impatience. Then, at last, he undid his zipper.
Before Teri could do more than stare at his penis stretching stiffly towards her, Ian pulled her close and lifted her skirt. Trembling against him, she whimpered and her eyelids fluttered as he eased her legs open and slid his hand inside her panties.
“You’re wet.” He nipped her ear lobe.
“Fire safety.” She gasped. “Wet things don’t burn.”
He chuckled. “Wanna bet?”
Liz had been so intent on watching, she was surprised by the sudden press of Ben’s erection against her hand.
“I could use some help with my hose. Would you mind?”
“Always glad to help.” Liz stroked and Ben thrust, groaning his pleasure.
Teri looked on wide-eyed, while Ian fingered her slit with one hand and caressed her tits with the other.
As Ben undid Liz’s jeans and slid them down around her ankles, she had to admit the watching was almost as good as the playing. He guided her hands on to the fender of the truck. “Bend over and give us a look.” She heard both Teri and Ian catch their breath as Ben gently teased and exposed her pussy lips, then he knelt and helped her out of her jeans and knickers.
A glance over her shoulder told Liz the intern was a captive audience. She understood why when Ben’s tongue replaced his fingers between her slippery pussy lips. His mouth closed around her distended clit, and he began to suckle. She braced against the truck as her first orgasm broke over her.
“Would you do that to me?” Teri asked Ian, sounding a bit like a child asking for a pony ride.
Another look over her shoulder revealed a changed scene, and Liz could see Teri was now bent over, hanging on to the fire pole with both hands, her cunny undulating against Ian’s accommodating tongue.