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“Ham,” she whispered.

He nipped her outer pussy lip and disappeared long enough to find protection. Then he covered her body with his. Missionary was so traditional but maybe that’s why it felt so good. Nothing about her life had been traditional today, and she needed a dose of it once in a while. He filled her wet cunt, and Lolly couldn’t think as her body tightened on him.

The kissing was almost as good as his deep thrusts. The confidence in this man made Lolly wonder how he’d waited so long. She knew he respected her—plenty of men did. He had no idea how grateful she was he’d found a way to let the respect and the passion coexist.

“Faster,” she said against his mouth.

“We belong together.” Ham increased his pace and let his full weight pin her.

“Yes. I know. I’ve always known. Don’t stop.” She felt the orgasm tugging deep inside her.

Ham filled her and held as his mouth nipped at her earlobe.

The climax hit her, and Lolly’s body bowed as she pressed her lips to his shoulder to muffle the scream.

Panting, she dug her nails harder into his back and tightened her legs around his waist. “Harder.”

He kissed her. “You’re perfect for me.” He stroked into her, and Lolly trembled as he came inside her just as her ass felt the rug burn sting starting. As he shook in her arms, she knew a little alone time with Ham was a necessity of this new arrangement.

She kissed his ebony shoulder. “Let’s go back to bed.”

Chapter Four

The rain beat down on Lucky Springs the next evening, cooling off the blazing summer day. Ham could smell a quiet night coming. He could always tell when things were dead. It could be days or weeks with nothing to do but wash the truck and polish the pole. Then they’d have a hell week of fires and accidents followed by teens with fireworks. The life wasn’t for everyone.

Ham wandered over to Shane and Bruce. They were checking the truck for supplies. The standard check had already been done, but they were bored.

“This rain could go on for days,” Ham said casually.

“Lolly is restocking her ambulance.” Bruce climbed down and stood next to Ham.

“I didn’t ask.” Ham shrugged.

Shane joined them. “Sure. You came over here to make small talk.”

“I’m that obvious?” Ham leaned on the truck.

“You’ve been waiting for this for awhile. Don’t fight it.” Bruce punched his shoulder.

“We’re with you.” Shane leaned on Bruce playfully.

Ham sighed. “I don’t want to scare her off. Alex was so definite about her plans. And she’s not some wild sorority girl out to bag as many guys as she can.”

“She didn’t exactly hate the four-way fun. Let her be the judge.” Shane tugged his shirt off.

“What are you doing?” Bruce asked.

Shane shrugged. “I’m feeling like a little fun tonight. A little pole time.”

He stepped out of his shoes and pushed down his pants and shorts. Naked in the garage area with the door wide open.

Ham stepped in the view to block in case anyone walked by. But the point was made. With the pouring rain, no one would walk by tonight. “Get inside.”

Shane grabbed his clothes and brought them along. Bruce pulled his shirt off then grabbed Shane’s tight ass.

They needed a little action, and with no work in sight, Ham would happily supply it. All of them would be ready to drop everything for a call. Maybe Lolly would enjoy it, too. The trio walked by her as she closed the back door to her ambulance. The look on her face stoked Ham’s already growing lust for fun tonight.

Bruce pressed Shane to the pole they slid down to get to the trucks faster. It was classic and shiny. Ham watched as Bruce wrapped Shane’s arms around the pole and spread his legs. Bruce ditched his clothes and leaned naked against his lover giving him one last kiss before moving away.

“What’s going on?” Lolly asked.

Ham looked at her. “You have to be naked to play tonight.”

“You’re not.” She looked him up and down before staring at Shane. “Why is he like that?”

“He likes it. You do, too.” Ham stripped off his clothes and left them in a convenient pile.

Lolly looked to Bruce who nodded. Finally, she took off her clothes. Ham’s only wish was she’d pull that clip out of her hair. But her turn would come later.

“Come on, I need it,” Shane said.

Ham grabbed a piece of rope they kept around for the purpose and tied Shane’s hands together on the other side of the pole. Shane’s cock was already hard against the cool pole.

From the wall, Ham took a wooden paddle carved with the names of the original crew at this station. It was a playful, frat-type prank that the guys hung up. But Ham made good use of it. He swung and connected with Shane firm ass.

Lolly jumped at the sound. Bruce was right there hugging and whispering to her. Shane’s moaning should’ve been enough.

“More!” Shane said.

“He likes it?” Lolly moved close to Shane with curiosity all over her face.

“I love it. Bruce doesn’t like to hit me as much.” Shane looked at his boyfriend with lust.

Bruce came close and kissed Shane then Lolly. “He loves it. Ham likes to spank. Nothing majorly kinky, but some people need more physical contact to really get that high. Shane’s release is more intense.”

“Does he cum on the pole?” she asked.

Ham paddled Shane twice more and chuckled. “Only if Bruce isn’t fast enough.” Ham gave Shane two more hard ones.

“Yes! I love it.” Shane’s hips bucked.

Bruce knelt down and kissed Shane’s cock. “Don’t fuck the pole. I’ll never be that big.”

Ham rubbed the red marks on Shane’s ass. The boy was practically a ginger and turned red with a slightest touch. The groans from Shane told Ham he’d done the job.

“More?” Ham offered.

Bruce was sucking Shane’s cock, and Lolly was mesmerized.

“Hell, yes.” Shane thrust into Bruce’s mouth.

Ham looked at Lolly as he struck Shane’s eager rump twice more. On the second one, Shane came in panting screams. Bruce moaned as he swallowed the reward. Lolly licked her lips but made no move to join them.

Setting the paddle aside, Ham opened a cabinet and grabbed lube and protection. He was hard and fucking a man was exactly what he needed now. Let Lolly watch. Let her see how nasty he could get. If she didn’t run, maybe they could get over whatever troubled her about a group relationship.

Rubbing the lube to Shane’s ass, Ham massaged until Shane moaned. Ham snapped on a condom and tapped his cock against Shane’s red rear. “He needs to be rewarded now. Shane took it like a trouper.”

“Fuck me, please.” Shane lifted his ass.

Bruce stood and pulled Lolly close. “See, he loves it. Don’t worry. We won’t spend all night every night fucking you. Pussy is one thing we need to share.”

“You don’t care if Ham fucks your boyfriend?” Lolly’s fingers caressed Bruce’s sac.

“Hell no, I like to watch. Ham can fuck me any time. We’re not jealous or possessive. We all love each other. I want him happy, and the spanking thing gets Shane off. And Ham, too. We’ll all keep you happy.”

Ham thrust deep in Shane and felt the muscles tighten in response. Pressing to Shane, Ham could see the lust and wonder in Lolly’s eyes. He loved the sex and the fact that it made her wet and eager only added to it. Grinding to Shane’s ass, Ham had Shane cursing and groaning non-stop.

Leaning on Bruce, Lolly rubbed her breasts to him as her fingers teased his package. His hands rubbed her ass gently. Ham watched them play. He would do much more to her bottom, but Bruce made sure those nerve endings were awake for him.

As soon as Ham added more force to his short thrusts he felt Shane arch his back. His muscles rippled around Ham’s cock. Internal orgasms in men might not be something Lolly was familiar with, but she’d learn how many ways pleasure could be derived if she stayed with them.

“Did he?” she asked.

“Yes, he gets off that way, too.” Bruce smiled.

“My turn.” Ham held Shane by his shoulders and slammed into that worked-over ass. Looking at Lolly and Bruce, Ham knew this was not her dream, but she belonged here. The idea of her tied to the pole sent Ham over. The orgasm slammed him, and Ham held onto the pole and Shane.

“Kiss him,” Bruce said.

She kissed Shane’s mouth, and it deepened. Ham wanted her kiss but enjoyed watching their tongues tease each other. Shane’s head dipped to lick her breast.

“Want to try it?” Shane asked.

“No, I don’t want to hit you. I only jab people with needles because they need medicine.” Lolly backed up fast.

“He meant being spanked,” Ham said.

Yes!
Almost flew out of her of her mouth, but she wasn’t sure. She’d liked it playfully during sex, but this was a bigger deal. Giving her body to Ham like this meant more, she trusted him and couldn’t remember feeling so comfortable with anyone.

“I don’t know. I don’t want wood.” She wanted his hand on her. What was wrong with her?

Her pussy was slick already, but she could blame that on the show. Shane loved it, Bruce was great to rub against and Ham was hot. But her body wanted more.

“I think I can handle you without instruments. Shane graduated to rougher stuff. He actually prefers leather paddles.” Ham held out a hand.

It sounded like an addiction, but kinky sex wasn’t like a drug that took over your life.

She laced her fingers with his. “What do I do?”

“Stand.” Ham pressed her to the pole, her breasts rubbed again hard metal and parts of Shane’s strong form.

The rope on her wrists made it real. She couldn’t escape or free herself. Bruce or Shane could free her. If it was too much, Ham would let her go. Deep down she knew she’d like it, and the shame made her cheeks burn. She had to focus on something else.

“You’re not going to let Shane go?” she asked.

“I’m not done.” Shane kissed her mouth until she relaxed and kissed him back.

Ham rubbed her ass, and Lolly jumped.

“Relax, it’s so good,” Shane whispered.

Thick fingers prodded her cunt and spread her wetness all over her pussy and back to her asshole. She had no idea how far they’d take her, but Shane didn’t seem to mind sharing. Then she saw Bruce sliding on protection and dripping lube on Shane’s rear.

Shane hummed softly. “So good to have lots of lovers.”

“You want it,” Ham said.

“She’s wet for it.” Bruce kissed Shane’s shoulders and neck.

“Who wouldn’t be?” Shane craned his neck to kiss his boyfriend. “Fuck me while I’m still tender.”

“It doesn’t hurt?” Lolly asked.

“No, not real pain. It’s like your body is awake, and the more you do, the better it feels to a point. It’s a sweet sexual pain you want more of.” Shane dipped his head and nipped her breast.

The message was clear when she moaned. A bite could hurt or feel so good she wanted another. Ham’s large hands could be gentle or powerful, and now, they rubbed her ass. Some men liked her round backside. Her sisters were slimmer in the curvy areas, but she got the generous proportions. Maybe that’s what Ham liked about her?

“Ready?” he asked.

She nodded and firmed her stance like Shane. Spreading her legs also made her feel her arousal. His first slap was gentle and playful.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Seeing if you really like it. Don’t question my methods.” Ham patted her ass and made it bounce.

She nearly yelled at him to get to work, but Shane’s body slammed to the pole. Bruce held his lover’s hips and worked his ass harder with each thrust. Shane braced himself on the pole better and smiled, Lolly suspected Shane let the rough ride happen. He liked to play.

“Harder,” Lolly pleaded.

Ham’s hands worked together and finally her ass stung with his play. Her pulse pounded as her pussy throbbed for attention. Finally, he gave her ass a proper spanking. One cheek then the other. He stayed in the same spot, and she craved one more right there.

But he moved lower, and she grunted in frustration.

“One more?” he offered.

“Please!” she shrieked. “Ham, I need you!”

Shane kissed her cheek, but she didn’t feel a thing but Ham’s hand hitting that spot. She clung to the pole and let the sting spread in her body.

“She needs to get fucked,” Shane said.

“You’ve got Bruce already.” She had to agree about her need, but was Ham hard again? She looked over her shoulder.

“You want Bruce?” Ham slid on fresh protection.

“I want a cock,” she confessed. Anyone would do right that second.

“Say ‘thank you for spanking me’,” Ham coached her.

Lolly felt the rebellious streak in her rise. She didn’t beg men to date her or cater to their egos the way some women did. Her mother said that’s why she wasn’t married yet. Men need to be stroked. Maybe Mom was right?