When I was a firefighter 6 Chapter 8 part 2 of 4

When I was a firefighter 6
Chapter 8 part 2 of 4

I looked at her for a second to see if she was making a joke and said, “Are you kidding me? MOST guys would JUMP at the chance to do this!”

She replied, “Yeah but, the difference is all about motivation. For them, the motivation is about getting laid in a three-way with two hot lesbians.

But you didn’t want to help them at first; you’re only doing it because I said it would be ok with me and a nice way to repay Olivia. You won’t even do it unless I’m there—that speaks volumes to your motivation.”

Knowing she was right, I said, “Yeah, I guess so. But I’m still nervous.”

Cherry said, “There’s nothing to be nervous about; believe me. I used to help Olivia all of the time, remember? Just ‘know your heart’ and you’ll be fine!”

I thought for a few moments and decided to see what she thought about having the shoe on the other foot. I asked, “What if two guys wanted you to carry a baby for them? Would you do that?”

Without needing to consider it, Cherry said, “Not a chance! But that’s different!”

I asked, “How is that different?”

She said, “How is it the same?! It’s completely different! Carrying a baby for nine months is a long commitment. You aren’t going to be doing this for the next nine months; once one of them is pregnant, you’re part is done. Plus, once you are done, your body goes right back to normal; you aren’t going to gain 40 pounds and swell up like a balloon and have stretch marks or have a doctor cut your crotch so you can push out a cannonball from between your legs. Making a baby is easy—HAVING a baby is different! No: the only one I’m ever going to have babies for is you.”

I thought for a second and said, “I guess you have a point there.”

She added, “Besides, no guy ever helped me the way Olivia did, so…you know.”

We pulled into the parking lot and parked next to our friends. They were visibly a bit nervous as well and that, ironically, put me more at ease.

They led the way to their room and we followed; all of us electing not to discuss our intentions—just to keep anyone from possibly overhearing us.

Their room was one of the largest suites on the fourth floor. It was set up like a small apartment with a kitchen and eating area, a living room, a large bathroom, and a bedroom with a king-size bed. We sat at the table and went over some details once more.

Amanda said, “Even though we are completely sure we want to do this, we are a little nervous. And we hope you understand.”

I said, “That’s ok: I feel the same way.”

Amanda said, “We’ve never made Love in the presence of someone else and neither of us has been with a guy before.”

Olivia said, “We were thinking that we could get started by ourselves and just have you come in when we are ready for you. You ‘do what you need to do’ and that would be it.”

I nodded in agreement and Cherry said, “Yeah; that’s fine. We can even go right after and leave you two alone if that’s ok.”

Amanda said, “Well, not that we want to use you and kick you out, but…”

Cherry finished, “But this is about you two…”

Amanda nodded and Olivia said, “Right…”

Cherry and I both said as if reading each other’s thoughts, “That’s not a problem!”

Then I had the one question that needed a definitive answer, “Who is going to carry the baby?”

Olivia said sheepishly, “We still haven’t figured that out yet…”

I said, “It’s kind of important to know…at this point.”

Amanda said, “We talked about this a lot and thought, if you don’t mind, leaving it up to ‘chance’?”

I asked, “You mean, as a coin toss?”

Olivia said, “No…more like…a surprise.”

By the look on her face, even Cherry didn’t know what they meant. She said, “So, whomever he finds first—gets it?”

Amanda said, “Actually, we want to be surprised—if you know what I mean.”

I just shook my head and Amanda explained, “If it’s ok with you, we want the conceiving experience to be the same for both of us. We would take turns and whichever one of us ends up pregnant…has the baby.”

Cherry shrugged and said, “That makes no difference to me; what do you think, David?”

I was a bit surprised but said, “Yeah; that’s fine.”

Cherry said to me, “How about if you go get a shower? I have a few suggestions that may help them with this. But it’s ‘girl-talk’, so I’ll come and get you in a few minutes.”

I looked to Amanda and Olivia for any sign of objection. Finding none, I agreed and excused myself to the bathroom. I folded my clothes before getting in the shower and just stood under the hot water. I found myself wondering how I got myself into the current situation, not that it was completely objectionable—it was just highly unusual! I was getting ready to procreate with two married lesbians and my wife was all for it!

Noticing my dick growing to the occasion, I decided to clear my mind before I ended up blowing it in the shower—that wouldn’t be a good idea at this juncture! This was something I wanted to get right the first time.

A little while later, Cherry came in and told me I could get out of the shower. I dried and get dressed again; Amanda and Olivia were still in the kitchen when I left the bathroom. They saw me enter the living room area and looked at each other.

Olivia asked her wife, “Ready?”

Amanda affirmed, “I’m ready.”

They held hands and retired to the bedroom partially closing the door behind them. From the sounds I could hear, they were getting a shower, too.

Knowing I had a few moments, I asked Cherry what she said to them while I was in the shower.

Cherry said, “It was nothing really. I was just telling them some things to expect—you know—like how it feels. I didn’t want to say it in front of you because they were already kind of embarrassed. And, I had some suggestions that might make them feel more comfortable while we are actually in the act of ‘helping’ them.”

I asked, “What kind of ‘suggestions’ are we talking about?”

She said, “Well, for example, the last thing they are going to want is to feel a man’s hands on them—they aren’t used to that. So, if that becomes necessary, I’ll help. And, I offered a suggestion on how to tell us when they are ready for us to join them without talking. When we go in, you shouldn’t say anything. But if you need to, get my attention and whisper it quietly to me; I’ll say something to them if we need to.”

I agreed (not that I could really disagree if I wanted to) and Cherry set about getting the suite ready—mostly by simply pulling the curtains closed in the bedroom and the living room. She pushed the door to the bedroom until it was almost completely shut but left it open just enough to see light coming through the jamb. Then she turned off all of the lights in the living room and kitchen; leaving the room lit only by what sunlight came in from around the curtains and a little more from the doorway to the bedroom. It was still easy to see everything in the room, however.

We sat on the couch—waiting patiently. Soon, the shower stopped and it was impossible not to listen—although we couldn’t understand what they were whispering because of the echo.

“How will we know when they want us to go in there?” I whispered.

Cherry said, “They’ll turn out the lights and we’ll wait for a few minutes.”

I just nodded in understanding. We could hear them getting in bed and they were saying really cute and sweet things to each other while trying to speak quietly enough to keep us from hearing them. But hotel rooms are not known for good acoustics—sound simply travels too easily.

Amanda and Olivia were soon in the throes of passion and it seemed they didn’t even try to hide the fact. Cherry and I just looked at each other and smiled like two kids listening in on the neighbors. After about 20 minutes, the room got just a shade darker—they had turned out the lights.

Cherry whispered so quietly that I almost didn’t hear her say, “They’re ready. Take off your pants…”

I stood and stripped down to my boxers before following Cherry to the bedroom door. She opened it quietly and we entered the room to see (to no surprise) Amanda and Olivia making love on the bed. Olivia was on top of Amanda, but she took the same position as Cherry would take on top of me: straddling Amanda as opposed to being between her legs. There was enough light that I could see without difficulty that Olivia’s ass was just as nice now as it was when I first saw it through Cherry’s window. Olivia was sucking and licking Amanda’s nipples. I couldn’t help but remember that it was Cherry who gave her a good lesson on how to do that.

Cherry quietly and slowly climbed on the bed to keep from disturbing the intimate couple as much as possible and I did the same; standing behind them on my knees. Cherry pointed at my lower body and mouthed the word ’off’. I looked down and realized I forgot to remove my boxers. I slid them down and pushed them past my knees; allowing them to come off as I moved forward. Cherry took position next to us and reached over to me to grab my still not yet hard dick. I looked at her as she gave it a few gentle strokes and it began to respond. She used my hardening cock to pull me forward until I was within reach of Olivia’s pussy. I could see already that Olivia and Amanda were not virgins. They may not have been with a man before, but they were likely using ‘toys’ of one kind or another. Cherry held up a finger to me to signal ‘wait’ and then she repositioned directly behind me. She reached around me and grabbed my cock while looking over my shoulder and pushed her hips into me to push mine forward. The head of my cock made contact with Olivia’s pussy and Cherry moved my cock up and down her slit.

Olivia kissed Amanda on her lips and moaned into her mouth with a mix of love and worry. Cherry asked if she was ‘ok’ and Olivia nodded without breaking the kiss. When asked if she was ready, she nodded again the same way. Cherry put my dick head right on Olivia’s vagina and pushed the head in with ease. Then, Cherry reached her arms out straight on each side of me, put her hands on Olivia’s hips, and slowly pushed me inside of her childhood friend. Olivia hummed a tense sound as my cock disappeared inside of her, prompting Amanda’s concern for her wife.

Amanda whispered, “Are you ok, Love? Does it hurt?”

Olivia said, “I’m fine. It feels…different. Really warm.”

They went back to kissing and Cherry had me pushing in and out as gently as she could. I was rock solid by that point, but it felt like my orgasm was not going to be in the near future. Olivia’s pussy began to coat my cock with her creamy white juices. But I didn’t want her to orgasm yet because I knew mine was not even close. So I slowed down the pace Cherry had set for us. She seemed to take it as a sign and moved forward to pull herself off of me. I heard Olivia say ‘your turn’ and I moved without being prompted. I sat on my feet with my knees on the sides of Amanda’s hips and Cherry helped push my cock down to the waiting vagina in front of me. Amanda was definitely a natural blonde: the blonde, heart-shaped patch of hair above her clit proved it.

I was lined up and ready to push into her, but as soon as I tried, I realized there was a problem: Amanda wasn’t wet enough yet. I shook my head and pulled back a little while tapping Cherry’s arm.

I whispered to Cherry, “She’s not ready; I don’t want to hurt her.”

Cherry tapped Olivia on her butt and signaled for her to play with Amanda to get her more turned on. She understood and reached down to play with Amanda’s clit while kissing her on the neck and talking aggressively dirty to her.

Still playing with Amanda’s vagina, Olivia whispered, “I love this pussy! You know why?”

Amanda closed her eyes and said, “I know why…”

Olivia said, “Tell me why I love this pussy!”

Amanda said, “Because it’s for you!”

Her fingers moved a little faster and Olivia asked, “Whose pussy is this?”


To be continued