It was hot — damn hot. Wearing the dark green uniform of the Border Patrol was bad enough, but with this heatwave on top of it, it was even more miserable.

Ashlynn had been working this section of the Texas border for the better part of three years and couldn’t remember ever being this hot. As a female agent, she was usually left at checkpoints in case there were any women to be searched. Today she had cajoled her boss into letting her go out with the field ops. They had dumped her in the middle of nowhere with a supply of water, binoculars, and a radio.

Her blonde hair was in a tight bun, but she had tossed her hat hours ago. She sat in the shade of a small stand of mesquite trees. She stood up and clawed at the bulletproof vest, the Velcro fastening loud as she tore it from her torso. She tossed it against the nearest tree, the yellow-on-green “Border Patrol Federal Agent” standing out. She pulled the front of her long-sleeved shirt away from her chest, fanning herself.

She unfastened her utility belt, grounding her radio, handcuffs, and sidearm next to the vest. Losing the extra weight felt better, but she was still hot. She fanned herself some more, willing herself cool.

“This isn’t going to cut it,” she said to no one. “Fuck it.” She unbuttoned the shirt and pulled it from her waistband, tossing it into the pile. She was left standing in just a white undershirt and her cargo pants. Her wrist tattoo was now clearly visible. Inside a dark ring of twisted barbed wire, it said “soy la puta mierda” — I’m the fucking shit.

She grabbed a bottle of water and opened it. As she guzzled the water, it splashed around her mouth, running down her neck and wetting her undershirt. Her mind clicked. What a great idea! She stopped drinking and started pouring the water down the front of her shirt. She poured it down her arms as well, and then back to her chest.

She looked down at her chest, realizing that as the t-shirt got wet and clung to her figure her black bra showed through. The water cooled her and she felt her nipples start to harden, pressing against the lined demi-cups of her t-shirt bra. She poured more water. Unbidden images from wet t-shirt contests past came to mind. She certainly had made the most of her college days. She squeezed her tits with one hand as she poured yet more water, adrift in a sea of erotic thoughts.

A sudden noise startled her, shaking her from her reverie. She looked up and saw two men standing in the shade of the trees. They were dressed for the border crossing, long-sleeved shirts, baggy pants, and small backpacks — clearly illegals. They were watching her intently, each rubbing the front of his pants.

Ashlynn realized that she had not stopped pouring water and that she was still feeling herself up. She knew if she moved for her gear, they would bolt. As she weighed her options, calculating which approach would lead to the completion of her mission — to detain the illegals — the combination of rubbing her breasts and her hard nipples sent a jolt to her pussy, giving her something else to consider.

Years of training were pushed to the back of her mind as her body took over.

“Come here!” she said, addressing them in Spanish. She pointed to the area in front of her. She turned, putting her body between them and her gear. They moved slowly, still eying her. She noted with some satisfaction that they had not stopped rubbing their crotches.

“Show me your dicks.” They looked at each other, confused. She repeated herself. The larger man dropped his backpack and opened the front of his trousers, pulling down his underwear to reveal his nearly hard cock. He looked to be about six or seven inches.

“And you,” she said, looking at the other one. He followed his companion’s lead, dropping his pack and then his pants. His cock was only half-hard and was already seven inches long.

“Nice. What are your names?”

“My name is Cedro,” said the first man.

“Mateo,” said the other. His cock was still growing.

“Come closer,” she said. Ashlynn dropped to her knees in the loose sand and beckoned them closer. “I’m going to suck your cocks.”

Both rushed forward at that last. Mateo arrived first, his cock meeting Ashlynn face-first with her mouth open wide. She took in as much as she could, slurping on his still-hardening cock. Cedro arrived just behind him, and she reached with her right hand to stroke his cock.

“Mmm,” she hummed, her mouth still working Mateo’s cock. It was nearly hard now and, although a bit narrow, was easily ten inches long. “Your big cock is delicious.” She bobbed her head up and down on it for a few minutes, licking his shaft and plunging as much of his cock down her throat as she could handle.

She switched, licking the head of Cedro’s cock as her left hand now stroked Mateo. Her hand was already sticky with Cedro’s pre-cum and she continued jacking his shaft as she sucked on the head. His cock was much shorter than Mateo’s, but it was wide enough that just the head was a mouthful.

She felt a hand groping at her breasts, tugging her shirt upwards to reveal her black bra. The brand name — LaSenza — was printed around the band of the bra. She moaned involuntarily as one hand reached inside her bra to squeeze and pinch her nipple.

Cedro’s hands were on her head, clutching it. He was using her hair bun as a handle and was trying to push more of his cock into her mouth.

“Suck my cock!” he said. “Suck my fucking cock, guard bitch!”

Ashlynn realized that his cock was going to be a problem. She opened her mouth as wide as she could as he pushed forward, taking less than half of his length. She coughed, choking on his cock.

“Enough, enough!” she said. She slurped Mateo’s cock back into her mouth. As his cock hit the back of her throat she kept pushing; he slid past her gag reflex into her throat.

“Shit!” Mateo said, his hands moved to clutch her head as Cedro’s had. He held her against his groin and she felt his pubic hair tickling her nose. She came up for air and looked at Cedro.

“I want your fat cock in my pussy!” she cried out. Cedro didn’t need further urging. He moved behind her as she stood up. She unclipped the web belt that circled her waist and unbuttoned the pants. Cedro pulled them down below her knees, revealing her matching black panties — smooth cotton hipsters with the La Senza name around the waistband.

As he pulled her panties down below the cheeks of her ass her pants fell as far as her bloused boots would allow. Cedro kicked her feet as wide as they could go and she felt his warm hands spread her ass cheeks. She felt the slick head of his cock slide between her cheeks and rub her asshole.

“No, not my ass!” she said. He slipped lower and she felt the heat and wetness as he prodded her outer labia. His wide head stretched her deliciously, wider than any real cock she had ever had before. She sighed and moaned at the same time, relishing the feeling as his cock penetrated her inner labia and sank into her turgid folds.

As Cedro penetrated her from behind Ashlynn bent over, bracing herself with her hands on Mateo’s hips as she sucked his long cock back into her mouth. She was being spit-roasted by two illegals both with amazing cocks — a wide fat one stroking deep in her hungry pussy while a long skinny one was halfway down her throat — and she was loving every minute of it! Mateo’s hands moved to cup her breasts again, reaching inside her bra cups to tweak her nipples.

Ashlynn climaxed suddenly, catching her unaware — her legs quivering with the violent contractions. Cedro did not even slow down, continuing to pummel her insides as her pussy gripped his big cock. Her moans as she came made Mateo squirm, withdrawing from her mouth. She came down from her orgasm and steadied herself. He must be close, she thought.

“Are you ready to come?” she asked him.

“Yes!” Mateo said.

“Go ahead, shoot your cum into my mouth. I want to taste you.”

Mateo slid his cock back into her mouth and she sucked him hard before he plunged his cock all the way down her throat. She “hmm’d” with each stroke of the cock in her pussy, the vibrations in her larynx sending Mateo over the edge after just a few more minutes.

“Oh my God!” he said. Ashlynn pushed him away until his cock was just in her mouth. She felt spurt after spurt filling her mouth. It was a lot of cum, but certainly, not more than she could handle. She savored the thick salty load he had deposited in her mouth before swallowing it.

“Mmm, delicious,” she purred. Although he had finished coming she continued sucking his softening cock, slurping noisily. Between slurps, she urged Cedro on.

“Fuck me! Fuck my pussy hard!”

Cedro pulled his cock out of her pussy before shoving his entire length back inside of her.

“Oh, God!” Ashlynn cried. Her second orgasm washed over her and she felt her shaking legs buckle this time. Cedro gripped her hips tightly, holding her up as he continued his deep strokes. As her passion subsided she got her legs back under her. She started bucking her hips, pushing back hard against him. Together they punished her dripping pussy.

A few minutes later Cedro suddenly lunged forward, almost pushing her to the ground. He stabbed a few more thrusts deep inside of her and then she felt his cock swell. She felt the wetness expanding as he pumped his load into her womb. Ashlynn came for a rare third time, and this time she did fall over, landing on her hands and knees.

Cedro fell with her, deeply impaling her once more as both of their orgasms continued. She howled with pleasure. Mateo stood rooted to the spot, his cock dripping with her saliva.

Ashlynn’s radio crackled to life.

“This is OD-five. Field status report.”

As they came down to Earth, Ashlynn heard other field ops checking in. Most of the reports were routine. One, however, caught her attention.

“Op-seven. I saw two heading north-northeast twenty minutes ago. Could have passed near Op-eleven.”

“Op-eleven, this is OD-five. Can you confirm?”

Ashlynn crawled to her equipment and grabbed the radio. In moving she felt the soft pop as the fattest cock she had ever had was pulled from her pussy. She could feel cum oozing from her gaping hole.

“Op-eleven confirmed. Two sighted. I nearly had them, but they split up. Both are in the wind. Probably heading toward OD-four.”

She looked over her shoulder at the two men, both now standing but with their pants still around their ankles. She wondered how funny it must look to them, watching her calling in a report with her bare ass toward them. She suppressed a giggle.

She stood up and turned to face them, showing off her landing strip of dirty-blonde pubic hair. Her shirt was still pulled above her breasts and her pants and panties were around her calves.

“I told them you went that way.” She pointed to the northeast. Then she pointed to the northwest.

“You better start running!” The men scrambled, pulling up their pants and collecting their packs.

“Goodbye to your beautiful cocks!” she yelled after them. They ran off into the brush, heading northwest. “Good luck!”