Fire Extinguisher Man Erotic Stories Series Two by Jimmy Boom Semtex

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Time passed slowly. They dozed and hugged, kissing intermittently. Making love again could wait. Being close was the priority. Sleep hovered in the wings. It was an intoxicating mix; two new lovers, no inhibitions and the light headedness of sleep. Over the next few hours they rested and built something that was theirs.

They showered together. Nalma kissed Fire Extinguisher Man's thighs, working her way to his cock which was on form. It stood proud and erect, all twelve inches of it. She treated it like a sweet, working her tongue over it. He muttered under his breath and ran his hands through her hair.

"That feels great Nelma," he commented.

Nalma nodded and kept sucking, taking in more of his dick. She was enjoying this. Her hand played with his balls and caressed them. They're so big! Just like his cock. I'm surprised it fitted inside my pussy.

"Keep licking the tip of my cock like that. Feels fantastic."

"You got it," Nalma replied in-between sucks.

Fire Extinguisher Man shot his load. Nalma swallowed it. There was a lot but she was ready. Not many girls could handle that amount of spunk. She stood up and washed her face and mouth in the water and grinned. Fire Extinguisher Man kissed her and tasted himself. He caressed her breasts and gently massaged her neck. Finishing kissing, he turned Nalma round and they made love standing up, from behind. Nalma opened her legs and guided him home. Fire Extinguisher Man had to be gentle as Nalma was feeling tender down there. Getting a good rhythm going, she was fine. No rough and tumble here.

Fire Extinguisher Man fucked the weird lady, keeping an eye on her. She gazed at him with light blue machine gunner's eyes. He could get lost in there if he wasn't careful, get bewitched. Fuck, a witch!

If I don't do what she wants, she'll turn me into a damn toad!

She wrapped her legs around his thighs and held on tight while the big black twelve inch missile speared in and out of her love hole. Unlike 'normal' women, this one kept her eyes uncannily open. This was ok, he closed his while he fucked her. It wouldn't take long. He knob was hard and working at a rampant rabbit rate.

The gigolo was coming, his breathing was rough and rude images filled his mind. A hundred X-rated erotic memories from the women he'd taken. Then he came. His scream was impressive, the amount of cum, more so. But Fire Extinguisher Man didn't stop; he kept going till the witch came. He always satisfied his woman.

Five minutes later the witch climaxed. Her shouts could be heard over the lake. A minute later she slowly she calmed down and stopped coming. Finally, she said, "You were perfect. For your work, I have rewarded you."

"A party place on wheels. Well, you can't get arrested for drink driving because the van doesn't run. It's very cool. Like the old VW vans but better. More room."

"The cops know about it and its registered as being off the road, so no worries there. And the tires are all flat. Want a beer?"

"Ok. Yes, a beer will be fine thanks." He took the beer Trace offered him and popped the top.

"After eight or so beers, we often pretend we're in Spain or Chile or Turkey. The only limit is our imagination," Trace laughed, opening her own drink.

They listened to eighties music on the old tape player, chilled and drank for the first thirty minutes while getting to know one another. It was an snug setting. They were each on their third beers when Trace got down to business.

"I want to make a blue movie with you. Right here, in this minivan. I've an old nineties video camera and three hours of tape. Plus charged batteries. What do you say?"

Fire Extinguisher Man thought it over. Though it had been briefly discussed in their first phone conversation, he examined it. Taking a swig of his beer, he said, "Yes, I'm up for it. Let's do it. Not made a film in a while."

"Great. I'll set up the camera and lights. This will be fun," Trace replied, nodding. She got new beers ready and prepped the camera. The main light in the van and wind up torches gave ample illumination.