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."