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BURNING DOWN THE HOUSE - Part 1
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Most fire stations have a spotted dalmation as the house mascot.  
Station No. 327 has me.  Don't misunderstand me, I work and get paid as 
a firefighter just as the guys do, but I have some extra duties, as 
well.

I'm 5'8" and have what is commonly referred to as a full figure, though 
I keep most of the extra weight toned as muscle by regular use of the 
station's weight room.  Manuel, the shortest guy in the house at 5'6", 
is my spotter.  He pushes me hard to stay in shape and I reward him 
regularly with one of my burning, hot blowjobs.  My large frame has come 
in handy at times when I've been in the middle of fucking one of the 
guys and a fire call has come in.  Sometimes you don't always have time 
to grab the right firesuit and most of the guys' suits fit me okay.  
Though, once I got some interesting looks from an arson investigator 
after a fire where I'd been wearing Big John's suit.

I have naturally red hair which I joke about as camoflouge in a 
firehouse.  None of the guys know it, but I tint it a couple of shades 
to where it's fire engine red.  My long, wavy, red locks are as much of 
an attraction in and out of the station as my figure is.  The guys are 
only half-joking when they say they'd sacrifice a burning building to 
put out an accidental fire in my hair.

To go along with my red hair, I have green eyes and what I would call a 
rather plain face.  All the guys, though, claim that my self-appraisal
is off the mark.  Connor, our resident irishman, always begs to differ 
by claiming that I have the face of an angel when his cock is stuffed
into my mouth, to approving nods around the station.  I take it as a
compliment, because whenever I'm blowing one of these studs, they never
take their eyes off of my face and they never go limp.

As you might guess, in a station house of 8 studs and me, I get fucked a 
lot.  My one rule is that I never do it with married men.  After three 
years at No. 327, not one guy has tied the knot.  Hmmm, I wonder if that 
has anything to do with my rule?  There have also been no voluntary 
tranfers from this station since I signed on.  The Lieutenant who runs 
the firehouse is a family man, but he allows me full sexual reign at the 
station.  I have noticed that he sometimes stays late, at times, to 
watch the goings on.

-------

By anyone's standards I'm an incorrigible slut.  What can I say, I love 
to handle hoses and I love to put out fires.  My lude sexual behavior 
started from the second morning I was assigned to station 327.  Terrell 
and I were fresh from the academy.  They pushed an extra cot into the 
women's dorm room for Terrell to sleep on, so that the regular guys' 
sleep wouldn't be interrupted by the late night drill we were called 
upon to do as rookies.  I got my reputation as a prankster on that first 
night.  I snuck down to the dispatcher's room and peeked at the training 
roster when the nightwatch went to relieve himself.  I noted the time 
of our drill and set my alarm clock for ten minutes earlier.  

I awoke early, got dressed, and proceeded to suck Terrell's gorgeous 
black boner while he was still sleeping.  When I initially pulled back 
the sheets I gasped at the size of his hose.  Limp, it sprawled at least 
nine inches across his stomach.  His testicles were as huge as golf 
balls and looked so full of cum that I immediately started licking them 
all over.  As he groaned in his sleep, I nibbled and stretched his ball 
sack with my teeth.  It didn't take long for his ebony pecker to get 
erect.  My eyes got wider and wider as he got bigger and bigger.  His 
limp penis uncoiled to a full eleven inch erection as I licked and 
kissed his sperm-filled balls.    When I finally stretched my mouth as 
far as I could open it, I closed it around both of his jewels and 
proceeded to tickle their underside with the tip of my tongue.  This 
action finally got Terrell's attention and he woke up with a start.  He 
stared down into my eyes and whispered, "What the fuck!"

I popped my mouth off of his balls and said with a smile, "Good morning 
Terrell.  Do you mind if I wash my mouth out with your jizm?"

He was speechless, so I moved up and started kissing and licking his 
black cuntbuster up and down its length.  I enjoy cocksucking so much 
that sometimes I work myself into an orgasm without any pussy 
stimulation.  This time was no exception as I pondered to think of how 
much pain and pleasure Terrell's prick would cause me if he rammed it up 
my cunt.  I was getting pretty wet with such thoughts until it dawned on 
me how much more pain it would cause to have this prick up my ass.  This 
thought sent me into a fullblown orgasm, but I murmurred through it all 
because by this time I had stuffed the head of this monster cock into my 
mouth.  

I continued to suck on the rod and tasted the first bit of pre-cum as my 
orgasm subsided.  I then concentrated on taking as much meat down my 
throat that I could possibly handle.  Occasionally I would come up for 
air and pop my head off of his boner.  Knowing it was only seconds 
before the drill alarm would sound I concentrated on bringing him off.  
I jacked off the base of his prick while squeezing his balls.  After 
about a half minute I could feel his nuts surge and I gave them an extra 
little squeeze to coax as much of his cock sauce out into his long dong.  
For a guy with a pecker as long as Terrell's, it takes an extra amount 
of time for him to cum as his cock convulses and propels the creamy, 
magical mixture out of his peehole.  When it finally did shoot forth it 
gushed out with such a velocity that the first jet hit my tonsils before 
stopping.  I immediately pulled my mouth off of his prick in response 
and continued to jack him off.  Subsequent spurts of cum went stringing 
about his chest and stomach.

I swallowed the cum at the back of my throat just as he was finishing 
and, by coincidence, at the same time the drill alarm sounded.  I gave 
Terrell's beautiful, black cock one final squeeze, grabbed my helmet and 
jacket and slid down the firepole to the garage.  After a few minutes of 
waiting for Terrell, the Lieutenant started getting pretty pissed.  
Eventually, he shouted for him to come down.  I had a hard time keeping 
a straight face knowing that I'd locked away all of his clothes earlier 
within my locker.  When Terrell finally came down the pole he had his 
bedsheet wrapped around his torso.  

The Lieutenant was livid.  He read Terrell the riot act and told him to 
find some clothes.  He added, "And wash that stuff off your chest while 
you're at it."

Terrell ran off to get dressed, but the Lieutenant turned on me and gave 
me an angry glare when he heard me chuckle.  "If you had anything to do 
with this Foster, you better watch your ass."

-------

After those first couple of days on the job, I noticed that I wasn't the 
only one watching my ass.  My first exhibition in front of the guys was 
on a routine washing of the trucks.  I was dressed in a white T-shirt 
and jeans.  After a half hour of soaping up and spraying down the 
trucks, my pants and shirt were soaked.  Jerry, the biggest tease in the 
house, commented, "Thankyou Trish, for making this the best truckwash on 
record!"

I stared down at my T-shirt and noticed that it was fully plastered 
against my largish tits.  My nipples weren't exactly being shy either.  
They were poking well out from the skimpy bra I was wearing underneath.  
I looked up to find all of the guys staring at me.  Big John started 
clapping and was soon joined by the others in applause.  I replied by 
starting a seductive dance where I thrust my chest outward and wiggled 
my ass.  The guys must have been waiting for this because one guy closed 
the garage door while another put one of those striptease songs on the 
boombox.  I stopped for a second to think about where all of this would 
lead to.  But I didn't think too long as the guys started up wolf 
whistles and chants of, "show us your tits."

I'd never stripteased before in my life, but as I started dancing back 
and forth in front of the guys I felt as if I was a natural at it.  I 
stripped off my jeans, first, to reveal very skimpy black panties.  The 
strings on the sides of the panties held a small triangular patch in the 
front to a thin strip in the back which hardly covered my ass crack.  
The guys were whoopin' and hollering after I tossed my wet jeans at 
them.  Connor even sniffed the crotch of them which caused me to smile 
broadly.

I shook my mostly bare derriere against the crotch of each of these 
studs.  They got a little handsie with me and groped my ass cheeks.  I 
would back away and shake my finger at them to howls of laughter.  They 
all seemed to be in a bit of a hurry to see my bare breasts, by their 
chants, so I purposely took a long, slow time to strip off my T-shirt.  
My bra was rather sheer, but they still didn't seem satisfied by it's 
see-thru nature.  I unhooked my bra in the back and slipped the straps 
from my shoulders.  I stood before them with my legs well spread and 
started shaking my boobs.  The bra fell off of my tits with a plop onto 
the floor.  I admired the effect when a moment of silence was cast upon 
my spellbound audience.  

As I stated before, my tits are rather large (38" D), but once freed 
from a bra they bounce down into a slightly sagging position.  When 
freed in this way I can make them shake and bounce and swing to great 
effect.  I continued strutting around and shaking my boobs and ass 
before the guys.  Their silence ended quickly as they yelled bawdy 
encouragement.  Towards the end of the music I stripped off my panties 
to reveal my flaming red bush to great acclaim.  I ended the striptease 
by arching my body outwardly to reveal my pink pussylips.

When the music ended I stood naked before them with my hands on my hips 
and my legs spread wide.  Several of the guys were rubbing hard-ons 
under their pants or shorts.  I licked my lips langorously and said, 
"Well I'll be damned if I'm gonna be the only one standing here buck 
naked. Strip down boys. Let me see what you got."

Seven of the guys wasted no time stripping down.  All of them were in 
pretty good shape, with three of them having wonderfully muscled bodies.  
Every one of the peckers was fully hard and each one looked positively 
delicious to me.  I held back my lust, though, and told them to get in a 
line.  They hurried to obey my commands.

"Do you like my body, boys?" I asked.

"Yeah!" they replied together.

"What do you like best about it?" I implored.

Almost all of them replied, "Your tits!"

"Oh, you like my tits do you!  I'll bet you love it when I shake them 
like this."  I teased them mercilessly and they didn't say a word as I 
shook 'em.

"Do you like it when I squeeze them like this?  Would you like to nibble 
on one of my nipples like this?"  I popped my teeth off of a stretched 
nipple as I teased them.

Some of them merely nodded yes while others mumbled approval under their 
breaths.

"Raise your hand if you want to try to keep my nipples hard by licking 
'em."

Just like a classroom of little boys, all of their hands shot up.

"Okay, then, here's the rules.  You have to keep your hands behind your 
back and you can nibble, but don't bite.  If you treat 'em real nice 
I'll give you a special treat."

They all just dumbly nodded.

I went up to Manny at the front of the line and told him to kneel.  Then 
I stuck my tits in his face.  His lips and tongue searched for my 
nipples but I teased him by swinging my boobs back and forth across his 
face.  Finally, I stopped so he could get his mouth around my nipple.  
He sucked and licked like an infant.  I teased him by saying, "Oh baby 
Manuel, is momma's milk dry?"

This got a lot of guffaws from the boys down the line.  After letting 
him suck on the opposite nipple for a time, I finally told him to stand 
up.  I then got to my knees and stared up at him.  "This is the treat 
that I promised."

I squeezed my boobs upon the sides of his erect boner and started 
jacking him off.  When doing this I like to roll my nipples inwardly so 
that they scrape the sides of the pecker that is fucking my boobs.  Guys 
love the extra sensation, and the effect on my nipples is great for me, 
as well.  I fucked Manny's cock with my tits for a couple of minutes and 
then abruptly got up.  He moaned in disappointment.  I gave him a quick 
kiss on the lips and he moved to try to grab my breasts.

"Uh, uh, uhhh.  No sir, Mr. Manny.  The rules are to keep your hands 
behind your back, at all times."  I then proceeded up the line and 
repeated the nipple suck and tit fuck on each guy.  I tit fucked each 
one until I could sense they were about to blow their sticky wad.  Then 
I would abruptly break it off to continue my tease.  I knew, by this 
point, that a gangbang was coming on.  You don't bring seven guys to 
boil and then walk away.  I contemplated whether I wanted to try to walk 
away and force them to rape me or to retain control and call the shots.  
Just as I decided to keep control of the situation, the Lieutenant, who 
had been watching all this time, flipped on the radio to some loud rock 
and roll.  I smiled at him and continued my pricktease.

There they were.  Seven naked studs standing at my attention.  Not a 
limp dick in the line.  I strutted back and forth making rude and 
smartass comments as I stopped to give a squeeze to each pecker.  When I 
came to the last man in the line, I commented, "Big John! I would have 
guessed you'd be bigger!"

In response, he slapped one of my plump ass cheeks hard with his large 
open hand.  I was surprised and jumped back with a yelp.  This got all 
of the guys laughing.  I pretended to pout and asked them, "Do you guys 
really think I deserve a spanking?"

Their reply was an enthusiastic and unanimous, "Yes."

I strutted up to the front of the line and bent over to Manuel, pleading 
in my best little girl voice, "Okay then, but please don't spank me too 
hard.  After all I'm a very delicate and sensitive girl."

Each guy took about two or three slaps across my ass.  A couple of them 
cheated by slipping a finger or two up my wet snatch in between 
spankings.  In fact, I caught a glance of Stevie licking his fingers 
clean after removing them from my puss.  The guys didn't spank me as 
hard as they could have.  Though, Terrell seemed to deliver some blows 
that stung more than the rest.  I guess he was paying me back for my 
earlier prank.

The first couple of spankings I gave out a little yelp.  But then I 
started into some heavy moaning in between my cries.  Eventually I 
worked up to a muffled scream.  With the last two guys I pleaded and 
begged for them to stop in between blows, and I responded to each slap 
with a full blown scream.  I don't know if anyone outside of the 
firehouse could hear my screams, but the guys didn't seem to care.  In 
fact, the dirty bastards were laughing like they really enjoyed it.  I, 
of course, was faking the amount of pain I was in.  Truthfully it did 
sting, but I must have had a couple of orgasms mixed in.  I'd had one 
lover in the past, spank me before, but I'd experienced nothing like 
this spanking line.

As I stood up and walked away, Jerry commented, "Hey look at the red 
spots on her ass."  All of the guys seemed to appreciate it and resumed 
their laughing.  I couldn't see the spots very well, so I rushed over to 
a mirror on one of the walls and admired their handiwork.  Sure enough, 
my pale, round butt cheeks each had a round red spot the size of a hand.

I decided to play up the hurting slut role and turned on them with an 
angry look, saying, "Alright you big-cocked motherfuckers! You hurt me, 
even after I begged you not to spank me. Now you're gonna kiss my ass 
and make it feel better or I'm gonna take my toys and go home."

They all knew that the toys I was referring to were my cunt and mouth, 
as I bent over and presented my derriere to the first guy in line.  
Each guy, in turn, went to his knees and spent plenty of time covering 
my red spots with gentle kisses while they squeezed and carressed my ass 
all over.  It really did sooth the sting from my butt.  Several guys 
licked up and down my ass crack.  A couple of them even paused to kiss 
my puckered asshole.  Jerry and Stevie actually found my clit and worked 
it good while administering to my ass.  Needless to say, my pussy was 
sopping wet when Big John finished licking and kissing my butt.

When I stood up, Jerry got out of line and laid down upon the floor in 
front of me, saying, "Enough already, let's rock this house."

I walked over and stood over his well-toned torso.  I couldn't quite 
believe that I was about to be gang-banged.  I'd never had more than one 
guy at a time before this incident, and here were seven guys clamoring 
to hose me down with some very sticky and tasty fire repellant.  I grew 
dizzy thinking about the possibilities.

As I stood over Jerry with his prick pointing straight at my cunt, he 
remarked, "C'mon Trish drop that dish down over my dick."

This elicited chuckles from the others.  I replied, "A regular poet, 
this guy is."  I then collapsed onto Jerry's cock, almost in a swoon.  
The rest of the day was kind of a blur for me.  I really couldn't 
recognize what guy was prodding me in what hole.  

After settling down onto Jerry's long, but thin pole I was immediately 
faced with a curved pink boner.  I gobbled it down my throat without 
even a second thought or second breath.  If you haven't guessed it by 
now, I can tell you that I'm a real cocksuck queen.  It's not just that 
I have great technique, which I do, but I also just love slurping on a 
dick.  I love the smell of it, the taste of it, the feel of it against 
against my face, even the sight of it with its bulging veins running 
down its length.

And guys just love to receive head.  Part of what turns me on so much is 
how much they enjoy a good cocksucking.  It's a thrill for me to watch 
them as I lick and suck their dicks.  I always know what they're 
thinking.  They're wondering if I'll let them shoot their wad into my 
mouth.  I even see that look of wonderment in the eyes of guys I've 
blown before.  They always wonder whether I'll swallow their cum this 
second, or third or fourth time.  Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't.  
Unpredictability always leaves them wanting more.  I figure a guy feels 
like he owns me in some way by placing his mark in my mouth.  It's very 
animalistic and territorial, but I love going along with it.  By 
understanding this weakness of men, I feel it gives me power over them.

As for the taste of jism, I have learned to really love it.  Every guy 
tastes differently, and the thrill of tasting a new lover's spunk turns 
me on incredibly.  It's truly an aphrodisiac for me.  It pushes me into 
sexual overdrive to the point where I want to fuck all night.  The only 
one night stands I've ever been on is when the guy shoots in my mouth 
and leaves me high and dry by rolling over and falling asleep.

As I pushed my throat over the full length of the curved dick in front 
of me, Jerry kept pushing his long dong into my cunt.  I rocked back and 
forth to help him causing the tip of his cock to push against the end 
wall of my vagina.  I'd never had a guy this long before and the 
sensation was driving me onto another orgasm.  Though, in the back of my 
mind I knew Terrell's monster cock had at least another inch on the one 
inside of me.  This new thought didn't last long when two guys grabbed 
my hands and placed them on their cocks.  I'd seen porno movies before 
where a woman got 3 or 4 guys off simultaneously but it was getting damn 
difficult to grasp the reality that it was happening to me.  I curled my 
fingers around these fat peckers and started jacking them off.  At the 
same time, the cocks moving in and out of my cunt and mouth felt great.

I was just getting a good rhythm down on these four wonderful boners 
when I felt a wash of vaseline across my asshole and the head of yet 
another boner at the doorway to my anus.  I tried to protest, but it was 
too late.  This firefighter's hose would not be denied.  He muscled his 
way into my tight rectum before I could even scream.  I paused on my 
blowjob to catch my breath as the guy at my ass started working a good 
in and out rhythm.  A couple of the guys in front of me said something 
to one another and had switched positions.  I still had two boners in my 
hand, but my mouth was now faced with a relatively short and thick cock.  
I took a couple of more breaths, started a good rocking motion to allow 
the penises in my ass and cunt to slide freely, and then opened my mouth 
as wide as I could to take the fat pecker in front of me down my throat.

At this point, I felt like a wild woman.  More like a pornstar than a 
firefighter.  I knew I had orgasmed more than once, but I was too much 
in a haze to concentrate on my own needs.  I just kept rocking on the 
two cocks in my lower holes while allowing the fat pecker in front of me 
to fuck my mouth.  This even rhythm allowed me to concentrate on 
spanking the monkeys in my two fists.  I slid my fingers up and down on 
their shafts making sure to occasionally push past the glans of their 
enlarged penis heads.  I couldn't wait until these cocks started 
exploding their jizz all over the place.

Just when I thought I was in sensory overload, I felt another guy's cock 
pushing back and forth across the bottom of my foot.  It took me awhile 
to figure out what was going on, but eventually it dawned on me that one 
of these guys had a foot fetish and was humping my foot.  I laughed 
through a mouthful of meat at the thought of getting a sixth guy off 
with my foot.  I started curling and uncurling my toes and felt them 
tickling the underside of the guy's balls. 

The first cock to cum was in my right hand.  The guy started moaning 
loudly threatening to spill his load.  I jerked him close to my face 
while giving his pecker an extra squeeze.  His hot jizz immediately 
squirted out and splashed onto my right cheek.  He was a real gusher and 
I could feel a subsequent spurt fly into the hair at my temple.  He 
hadn't even finished his orgasm when I felt a flood of semen deep in my 
asshole.  The guy at my ass was pushing down hard to achieve his orgasm.  
I could hear Jerry, beneath me, grunt every time the guy at my ass 
pushed downwardly.  Jerry came soon after that.  He had been pounding me 
the longest and he could no longer hold onto his seed.  His orgasm was 
perhaps the most powerful, and as jet after jet filled my vagina my 
pussy muscles went into orgasmic overdrive squeezing out every drop of 
cum in his balls.

The rest of it was difficult to remember.  At some point I felt a flood 
of jizz trickle into my mouth.  I just kept swallowing spurt after spurt 
to prevent from choking.  I could feel something wet on my foot and 
calf, so I assumed the foot-pervert had done his deed.  When the guys 
finally pulled me off of their cocks and gently laid me on my back upon 
a blanket, I looked at my left hand and realized that the other handjob 
guy had caked it with his frosting, as well.

I asked for a taste of each guy as I dreamily looked up at them.  I 
didn't clean them up entirely, but I did lick a good spittle of cum off 
of each guy's cock when they took turns presenting them to me.  I felt 
sore and sleepy.  I'd forgot that one of the seven hadn't been involved 
in the multi-orasmafest.  The other guys had backed off from me leaving 
Big John staring down at me with a grin on his face and his prick fully 
erect.  I knew what he wanted, so I smiled at him and pleaded, "Oh John, 
come down here and make love to me."

John's big body came down onto mine, but he was careful not to crush me 
with his entire weight.  He didn't waste any time slipping his prick 
into my worn and wet cunt.  It felt good, nonetheless.  I let him do 
most of the pumping work as I locked my legs across his back (which was 
no small feat, by the way).  My mind started to clear as I heard the 
other guys cheer him on.  I started working my pussy muscles to give him 
an even better fuck.  This caused him to start grunting more loudly.  
The encouragement from the other guys really motivated me, and I decided 
to further participate in this final fuck.

"Big John, you're the best lover of 'em all," I said, to derisive hoots 
from the gallery.

"I'll bet you have the stamina to fuck me all day long."  This caused 
more laughter as John started sweating profusely.  I knew he was trying 
to hold back as long as he could.

"John, I've seen you fight fires.  The way you handle a hose you can 
douse any fire.  When your hose erupts, my inner fire is gonna drown in 
all of the cum you spray into me."

John grunted, "Son-of-a-bitch!"

I knew he wasn't going to last much longer, so I clamped my pussy down 
on his pistoning cock as hard as I could and said, "Fuck me John!  I 
want your cum so fucking bad!"  I then started a half-scream, half-moan.

John bellowed out, "I'm gonna cum!"

Most of the other guys were beside themselves with laughter.

John erupted like a volcano within my pussy, and once again, I was full 
up with jizz.  He finally collapsed down and knocked the wind out of me.  
The other guys pulled him off, as I gasped for air.  I was thoroughly 
exhausted again.  One guy picked me up in his arms and carried me to the 
showers.  A couple of guys gently washed me as I slipped in and out of a 
hazy dream.  They dried me off, carried me to my bunk, and let me doze 
away the rest of the afternoon.

When I awoke for the evening meal there were plenty of smirks around the 
dinner table.  I ignored them all as if nothing had happened that day.  
I launched into a dissertation on sexual harrassment and how demeaning 
it was to me for some of the guys to have nude pin-up calendars on the 
walls of the station.  They could all tell that I was arguing 
tongue-in-cheek, but I kept a serious demeanor and argued with them for 
the duration of the dinner.  Some of the guys actually took their 
calendars down over the next few days.

>From that day on I got fucked on a pretty regular basis by all the guys.  
Sometimes I took on more than one at a time, but most of the time I 
would take turns going one-on-one with each of them.  Through it all, 
the guys' respect for me as a firefighter has never waned.  They helped 
me to become better and better while on the job.

When I'm not on the job and away from the firehouse they treat me like a 
lady.  I never suffer for dates.  It's like I have a full stable of 
boyfriends.  They treat me rudely and crudely, inside, but would die 
defending my honor on the outside.


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BURNING DOWN THE HOUSE - Part 2
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The one guy who didn't participate in the gangbang was Eddie.  I've had 
a crush on him since I was 10 years old and he was 12.  You see, he's my 
first cousin and, in fact, pulled a lot of strings to get me into the 
firefighting academy.  I would describe Eddie as confidently shy.  He 
was a man (and boy) of few words, and yet he's so handsome that you're 
sure that he knows it.  He has classic Nordic looks with long, platinum 
blonde hair and blue eyes.  His body looks like it was chiseled out of 
some old Viking legend.

Our family used to spend a couple of weeks in the summertime at his 
father's rustic cabin.  There was no running water, so the bathroom 
consisted of an old outhouse.  By the time I was 15 I was noticing that 
Eddie took a lot longer to use the latrine than most of us.  One day I 
crept onto the roof of the outhouse as he walked up to use it.  As I 
stared down through the cracks of the roof I was rewarded with the sight 
of Eddie beating his meat.  It was the first cock I'd ever seen, 8 or 9 
inches long, and it immediately made my mouth water.  I've been a real 
cock slut ever since.  I like pricks of all shapes and sizes.  Freud or 
someone said it's penis envy.  I guess that's true.  Anyway, after 
getting a good view of Eddie's cock and watching it spew some mysterious 
white goo I started fantasizing about Eddie almost every night.  Eddie 
was nice to me but he shook off every one of my sexual advances.  I 
don't really blame him because as a young girl I was really skinny, 
flat-chested and freckled all over.

I hadn't seen Eddie for over 6 years when I graduated with a liberal 
arts degree from college.  He showed up for my party, and after I talked 
about how dismal my job prospects were he suggested that I become a 
firefighter.  The rest, as they say, is history.

As I was saying, Eddie was the one guy who hadn't participated in the 
gangbang truckwash.  I had noticed that he was watching, but I was more 
than a little disappointed that I didn't get to experience his fat 
pecker in one or more of my holes.  Eddie always seemed to have a 
girlfriend, so I figured he was being true to her.

That first summer I was on the job was a hot and dry one.  All of the 
station houses were kept busy.  On one call we had all three of our 
trucks fighting a warehouse blaze around sunset.  As we brought the 
blaze under control, another call came in from the dispatcher saying we 
were the closest to a small blaze that had erupted in a barn just 
outside of the city.  They sent Eddie and me in the small truck to the 
farm to put out the fire.  When we got there the farmer was in tears as 
his small barn was burning.  I warned him to stand clear as I dropped 
our hoses into his watering well and turned on the pumps to generate the 
water we would need to put out the blaze.  Meanwhile, Eddie had ran to 
the barndoor and opened it to release the trapped animals inside.  We 
went quickly to work putting the fire out on the lower level, but the 
blaze continued up into the loft.  We propped a ladder toward the loft 
window and I climbed up with a hose.  Eddie followed me with a manual 
extinguisher and eventually we put out the last spark.  

Using our flashlights in the near dark, we saw that most of what had 
burned was hay, but part of the loft floor was scorched pretty badly, as 
well.  I was hot and stripped off my firesuit to a sweaty T-shirt and 
shorts.  As we looked around at the water and smoke I got the familiar 
feeling I get after the fire.  True to my nature, I get very horny after 
a fire.  Most times I race back to the firehouse and fuck whoever I was 
partners with.  This time, however, alone in the barn with my sexy 
cousin I was having difficulty holding back my slutty feelings.  I 
turned my back to him to get a grip on myself, but suddenly I felt his 
hands on my shoulders and the crotch of his pants pressing against the 
crack of my ass.

"Patricia, you're such a slut!  Ever since we were kids I've thought so.  
I bet you want me to fuck you right here in this burned out barn, don't 
you?"

For a man of few words, Eddie sure had become chatty all of a sudden and 
a mindreader, as well.  I tried to turn in his embrace to confront him, 
but he held me still by clamping one of his arms down across my abdomen 
with his hand clasped firmly over my cunt mound and his other arm draped 
across my left tit while he held my right tit in his hand.  His 
squeezing of my cunt and tit was rather rough but the dull pain made me 
even more turned on.

I replied, "Eddie, you goddamn pussy tease.  I've been wanting your meat 
for years."

"Well then eat it you hungry little cocksucker."  And with that he 
grabbed a fistful of hair and twisted me around and down until I was on 
my knees facing his crotch.  I quickly unzipped his pants and reached 
for his large, throbbing boner, but he yanked my head back and took hold 
of the base of his nine-incher in his hand.  He then began to swat my 
face with his prick.  It made loud smacking sounds as it whacked against 
the surface of my forehead, cheeks and chin.  I had closed my eyes as my 
pussy started getting wet from this cockwhipping.  He must have 
masturbated earlier and not washed up because his penis had the musky, 
delicious scent of a mixture of sweat and cum.  My mouth was watering as 
all I could think of was putting that tasty pecker as far down my throat 
as I could.

He finally stopped, and I opened my eyes to look up at him.  He had a 
horny smile on his face, and said, "Okay cuz, kiss the tip of my dick."

I obediently pursed my lips and gave the purple head of his meat some 
loud puckery kisses.  He obviously enjoyed this, so I continued by 
frenching his peehole, scooping out the pre-cum that was being secreted 
out of his manly cock with my tongue.  I paused, and looked up at him, 
saying, "Your prick is wonderful Eddie.  You have no idea how long I've 
dreamt of cramming it in - unghhh..."

"Hey Red! Your mouth is made for sucking not talking," and he had pushed 
his pecker right into my mouth as I was speaking.  I didn't miss a beat, 
though.  I started licking and sucking my handsome cousin's cock all 
over.  When I was sure that I had licked off all of the dried-on cum and 
sweat that was still lingering on the skin of his cock and balls, I 
pushed my mouth and throat down over the entire length of his throbbing 
boner.  He enjoyed this immensely, and started rocking his cock back and 
forth down my throat.  He would pull almost all of the way out of my 
mouth and then push forward until his balls slammed against my chin.  I 
love deep throating a delicious, hard penis like Eddie's.  One of my 
early lovers was patient enough to let me perfect my technique.  Men 
have loved my blowjobs ever since.

I kept squeezing Eddie's balls hoping that he would spray his incestuous 
spunk down my throat.  But just as he was about to blow, he abruptly 
pulled out of my mouth.  As I groaned in disappointment, he pulled off 
his shirt and pants and collapsed down on top of me.  The burnt, 
hardwood floor of the barn loft dug cruelly into my back and well padded 
butt, but I didn't care.  Feeling his muscled chest push down on my hard 
nipples and squishy tits was enough for me to ignore all pain.  He 
pushed his dick straight on into my wet pussy.  It was a snug fit and I 
enjoyed working my pussy muscles around the outer skin of his pecker.  
He stopped suddenly and looked at me seriously.

"Shit!  I forgot to put on a rubber.  Are you using birth control?"

"Yeah, I'm on the pill," I replied.

"Whew!  I don't think it would be a good idea for us to be making babies 
considering how closely related we are," he said.

The thought of my cousin's sperm swimming up toward the eggs in my 
ovaries sent me into overdrive.  I got so horny I started bucking 
against his cock.  He took up the charge and started fucking me hard, as 
well.  As we were groaning and moaning and fucking, a small blaze 
re-ignited within some of the surrounding straw.  We both kept on 
pumping one another as we watched the blaze grow.  Eddie was gonna stop, 
but I clamped my legs around his back and screamed, "Keep fucking me 
cuz!  You have to put out my fire first."

He grinned at me like an evil co-conspirator and started pumping me 
harder than ever.  I started screaming and yelling above the crackles of 
the fire.  There was still a little bit of remaining straw around three 
sides of the loft.  The area where I was receiving a wonderful screwing, 
though, was bare of any straw.  Since the straw was kinda wet, it took 
awhile for it all to ignite but eventually the flames were flying high 
almost all of the way around us.  Since we were low on the floor, the 
smoke didn't affect us.

I went into a long orgasm and some pretty slutty dialogue.  "Fuck me you 
incestuous bastard!  Fuck the fire within me.  Squirt your goo on my 
inner flames."

Eddie was working hard and was sweating profusely, but he managed to 
hold back a huge load.  When he did come, I felt jet after jet of his 
creamy pecker sauce shoot deep inside of my vagina.  I grew dizzy and 
silent as I laid back and enjoyed this wonderful moment.  Eddie, 
however, rolled off of me in one swift motion and had the manual 
extinguisher in his hands spraying at the fire while on his knees.  The 
way he was going at it, he looked like the James Bond of firefighting.  
His still-erect prick swung back and forth as he fought the blaze.  
Strings of cum flew from the head of his dick in every direction.  

In less than a minute he had the fire out, but at the same time we heard 
a voice ascending the ladder.  A few seconds later, Connor bounded up 
into the loft with his own extinguisher.  The lieutenant had obviously 
sent him to check on our progress.  He took one look at us and started 
laughing his guts out.  I rushed into Eddie's arms as he absently 
dropped his extinguisher.  As we nakedly kissed and clung to one 
another, Connor informed us that the farmer down below was worried about 
us being up here when the fire re-started.

Eddie broke off from my kiss and slapped me on the ass, saying, "I had 
to put out the fire in Trish's cunt before I could finish off the barn."

-------

Our newest recruit, Jolene, came onto the scene a couple of weeks ago.  
I'd only had a few bisexual thoughts before, but one look at Jo and my 
mouth started watering.  She was a mix of hispanic and african blood.  
Her long dark curly hair framed a beautiful face with large lips and 
dark eyes.  She stood a couple of inches shorter than I and she was 
quite a bit thinner, but her hips flared seductively and her legs were 
long and curvaceous.  I enjoyed more than one peek at her naked form as 
we shared the women's dormitory room.

Manuel was assigned most of the task of training her, and he pushed her 
pretty hard.  On one occasion when fighting a set-up fire she turned on 
him and angrily said something to him in spanish.  Later that night she 
confessed to me that she swore at him, but she wasn't sure whether he 
understood spanish so she thought she'd gotten away with it.

"What did you say to him?" I asked.

"I told him he was a little pricked weasel," she replied.

I laughed and said, "You really shouldn't have said that Jo.  First, I 
know for a fact that he doesn't have a little dick.  Second, I can 
assure you that he understands spanish.  And, finally, he will pay you 
back."

We both laughed, and from that time on I knew I was gonna make my first 
chick.  It was only a matter of time.

That night I woke to the sounds of a creaking cot.  Manuel had Jolene on 
her hands and knees and was plugging away at her asshole from behind.  
She was whimpering as he vehemently swore at her in a whisper.  I 
climbed out of bed (with no clothes on, of course) to get a better view.  
Manuel turned towards me with a wide grin on his face.

After watching the action for some time, I eventually crawled beneath Jo 
and positioned my face beneath Manny's cock which was pistoning in and 
out of Jo's tight rectum.  I kissed and licked Manny's balls as they 
passed over my mouth.  I reached up and touched Jolene's cunt and it was 
gushing plenty of pussy juice.  I dug my fingers between her labia until 
I found her clitoris.  As I started rubbing on her love button she let 
out a long wail.  Manny clamped his hand over her mouth and whispered, 
"Shut the fuck up you dark little whore.  You're gonna wake the entire 
house."

Soon after this, Manuel reached orgasm and flooded his cock cream into 
Jo's tight asshole.  Jo had buried her face in a pillow and had 
absorbed an orgasm, herself.  Her pussy was in full flow, at the time, 
and I caught a little bit of her tangy/sweet love juice into my mouth.  
I was incredibly turned on when Manny pulled out of her butt and 
demanded that she clean up his cock with her mouth.  Afterwards, he got 
off the bed and with a parting shot said, "Next time you might check out 
the facts before dissin' the size of a guy's tool."

I watched Manny leave the room, and then pushed my way under Jolene's 
covers to hug her face-to-face.  I asked, "Are you alright Jo?"

She smiled through her tears and said, "Yeah, I'm okay.  I've just never 
been anally fucked before, so I'm pretty sore.  I guess I had that 
coming."

I replied, "No you didn't.  Manny raped you, girl.  I love Manuel but he 
has no right to come barging in here."  As I said this I traced a finger 
across her anus.

She continued to smile and changed the subject, "You've done most of 
these guys haven't you?"

"All of 'em, as a matter of fact ... 'cept the Lieutenant, he's 
married."

"What are they like?  Are they good guys?"

"If you mean, are they good in the sack, I'd have to say yes."

"So, you continue to fuck all of them, all of the time?"

"Well let's just say, sugar, that there's no shortage of meat around 
here for a horny girl."

She smiled and said, "I liked you, Trish, as soon as I saw you on the 
first day."

"Really?"

"Yeah sure!  Thanks for touching me when Manny was pounding me.  Do you 
like girls, too?"

"Well I really haven't had any experience up until tonite."

Jolene pulled me into a long kiss, and I didn't put up any resistance to 
this cute, young thing.  Her lips and tongue were far sweeter than any 
man's.  We explored one another's mouths for a long time before she 
broke it off and moved down to my boobs.  She gently kneaded my large 
mammaries as she flicked her talented tongue across my achingly stiff 
nipples.  I let out a long sigh, as she said, "You have wonderful tits, 
Trish.  I wish I had tits as big as these."

I reached down and grabbed Jo's beautifully upturned breasts and 
replied, "Oh, darlin' you have nothing to be envious of.  Your tits may 
be smaller but they are such ripe tender treats upon this gorgeous body 
of yours."

This compliment seemed to light up her face, even in the dark, and she 
proceeded to move down to my snatch.  She expertly started licking my 
puss, but I interrupted her and said, "Swing that cute little butt of 
yours over here to my face.  I'll clean as much of Manny's cum out of 
your bunghole as I can."

She wasted no time planting her butt crack down upon my face.  The 
combination of smells of her pussy, her ass, and Manny's cum almost 
overpowered me for a moment.  Once I regained my senses I started 
attacking her puckered little anus with my tongue.  Her asshole loosened 
in response and it wasn't too difficult to scoop the bulk of Manuel's 
cum out.  Of course, the taste of his jizz was very familiar to me, but 
adding in the smells and tastes of Jolene's asshole was quite a new 
elixir for me.  I immediately went into orgasm, as Jo's tongue was 
working overtime.  She had penetrated my cunt with two fingers and my 
anus with her thumb.  Her tongue flicked crazily over my clit, cunt lips 
and asshole.  When I let loose of my orgasm, I'm sure that I flooded her 
face with my own juices.  

I collapsed back against the bed in exhaustion.  After cleaning up my 
vagina and her face she turned around and crawled into my embrace.  We 
slept the remaining part of the night together until the morning alarm 
rang.  We awoke in one another's arms and kissed for a couple of minutes 
before hitting our private shower.  Since that morning, showering has 
always been a great part of my day as we routinely shower together.


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BURNING DOWN THE HOUSE - Part 3
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Last night, towards the end of my shift, the Lieutenant came out of his 
office and gave me orders to end my day doing a fire code audit of a 
strip club.  The club had been closed down and appropriated by the city 
for failure to pay local property taxes.  As I left to do the audit, he 
shouted, "And take Jolene.  She needs to learn the fire code."

Jolene seemed to be happy to get away from the physical drills that 
Manuel was putting her through all day.  As we drove to the boarded up 
strip club, Jo asked, "Have you ever worked in a strip club before, 
Trish?"

"No," I answered.  "How about you?"

"I waitressed in one for a couple of years and occasionally I would fill 
in for a girl onstage," replied Jo.  After a pause, she continued, "It's 
really quite exhilarating."

"I take it you were able to keep that job a secret from the Fire 
Department, huh?" I asked.

"Yup. I don't think there's any way they could've found out about it 
since it was in a town about 300 miles from here," she replied.

After unlocking the front door we proceeded to inspect the joint.  
Everything was still intact, and Jolene was a little surprised that the 
electric company hadn't turned off the power to the former strip club.  
After completing the inspection we went back to a dressing room and 
Jolene suggested we dress up as strippers and perform little private 
dances for one another.  We put on lots of makeup and I put on a western 
saloon girl outfit while Jolene donned a skimpy nurse's uniform.  I 
turned on the bright stage lights and kept the rest of the club in the 
dark.

I took my turn first, dancing on the stage.  Jo acted like a typical 
patron by sitting at the edge of the stage and doing many catcalls and 
wolf whistles.  I really got into the erotic dance and discovered that 
moving around the stage while slowly stripping off each piece of my 
costume was a real turn-on.  Occasionally I would move toward Jo and 
allow her to fondle or lick my boobs or puss.  At one point, while I was 
sliding suggestively up and down a stage pole as if it was the firepole 
at our station, Jolene climbed onto the stage and rushed to pull me into 
her embrace.  She gave me a long, slow french kiss.  I returned it for 
awhile but then pushed her away, turned her around, lifted her skirt, 
and spanked her cute, dark-skinned ass a couple of times.  "Go sit down 
before I call the bouncer, you horny little slut," I said.  She turned 
and gave me a huge smile before sitting herself at the edge of the 
stage, again.

I finished my striptease by removing my highheels and stockings.  Then I 
sat down in front of Jo and suggestively pushed my pussy back and forth 
in front of her face.  She ignored it, though, and grabbed one of my 
bare feet and started kissing it all over.  Her licks and kisses felt 
wonderful on my feet and toes.  I moved my other foot down beneath her 
skirt and started pushing my toes back and forth across her labia.  Her 
pussy was soaked and her juices flowed freely over my foot.  She 
continued to lick and suck my painted toes until her orgasm caused her 
whole body to shake and shiver.  She tilted back her head and let out an 
echoing wail.  Her moaning and shivering continued until she collapsed 
back against her chair in exhaustion.  I pulled my foot up to my mouth 
and licked it clean of her vaginal secretions.  As I did this I 
muttered, "Mmmm, your pussy nectar tastes the best."

A rejuvenated Jolene jumped on top of me and started tongue kissing me 
while squeezing my big bazooms rather roughly.  Meanwhile, I kneaded her 
rounded asscheeks with my hands and occasionally gave her a light slap 
on the butt.  After awhile she broke off and spun around onto her feet.  
She immediately went into the most seductive dance I have ever had the 
pleasure of viewing.  I sat down at the edge of the stage and did my 
best to play the lude, crude patron.  But most of the time I just sat 
there spellbound by the various undulations and contortions of her body.

Her entire costume was white from her hat to her heels.  It contrasted 
brightly against her dark skin.  Her dancing was so seductive it was 
hard to keep track of when she removed a particular piece of clothing.  
She peeled her tight, short nurse dress from her body in one fluid 
senuous motion.  After kicking it aside she continued to dance around 
using the full width of the stage.  Occasionally she would range close 
to me and allow me to get a whiff of her wonderfully feminine smelling 
pussy.  But what really got me wet was when she would turn and slowly 
strut away.  Watching her bare ass wiggle back and forth was a sight to 
behold.  At one point she climbed a vertical stage pole and then flipped 
upside down with her legs clasped firmly about the pole and her vaginal 
lips splayed out upon the surface of the pole.  As she moved up and 
down, her clit was obviously being stimulated and she further excited 
herself by bending her neck to clasp a nipple between her teeth from her 
upsidedown hanging tit.  She eventually came down from the pole and 
kicked off her white heels as she slowly walked toward me.  It was then 
that I realized that she was naked but for her white stockings which 
were pulled tight across the length of her long, brown, curvaceous legs.

She came to the edge of the stage and sat down in front of me.  She 
moved her feet over my head and slid them down the length of my back 
until her knees were hooked over my shoulders.  In this position her 
pussy was a scant twelve inches from my face, but my eyes were locked in 
on her chocolate brown irises surrounding her jet black pupils.  I was 
ready to obey any command from her when she asked in a most demure 
voice, "Trish, will you remove my stockings?"

I was speechless and slowly obeyed by rolling each stocking down the 
length of her lovely leg and eventually pulling the end from each of her 
sexy feet.  She pulled her feet back underneath her and extended her 
hand to me saying, "Come back onto the stage with me."

I reached back and grabbed a bottle I had placed next to my seat and 
followed her on stage.  When we got to the center, Jolene noticed the 
bottle and asked, "What's that?"

"Just a little baby oil.  You have such lovely dark skin that I wanted 
to see it under these lights all slicked up with oil."

Her eyes went wide for a moment and then she smiled broadly.  She held 
her arms out, and said, "Slick me up, slick."

I poured a lot of oil into my hands and immediately started massaging it 
into every pore of her body.  She continued to dance as I oiled her up.  
I especially enjoyed the sensation of her rotating ass as I positioned 
myself behind her and squeezed her tits with my oily hands.  As I 
pinched her slippery nipples, her round rump rubbed against my sensitive 
clitoris.  I came on the spot and sunk to my knees.  I continued to rub 
oil up and down her sexy legs and into the crack of her ass as she 
danced above me.  She eventually hooked one leg over my shoulder and 
commanded, "Lick my pussy."

I responded by ravenously licking her snatch.  I rubbed her clit with 
one finger while loosening her anus with my thumb.  She was really 
stimulated by this action and came while my mouth was clamped over the 
entrance to her vagina.  Her tangy cunt juice flooded into my mouth as I 
grasped each of her butt cheeks with my hands.  She was having a 
difficult time maintaining her balance and pulled away from me in a 
swoon.  She stumbled a little but remained on her feet, and as she 
walked away I noticed that her dark skin shined from head to toe from 
all of the oil I had massaged into it.

The sight of her shiny body was so sexually stimulating to me that I 
leapt to my feet and grabbed her hair from behind.  She stopped as I 
whispered into her ear, "I wasn't done with you yet."

I yanked her down onto all fours as I positioned my mouth at her ass 
crack.  Her anus was all puckered up due to the loosening I'd given it 
with my thumb, previously.  I kissed all around it, and then loudly 
kissed her right on her butthole.  She seemed to like it and moaned in 
response.  I kissed her puckered anus several more times which elicited 
a new moan, each time.  Then I licked my wet tongue across her asshole 
to which she gasped in response.  I dug my fingernails into each of her 
fleshy ass cheeks and then plunged my tongue deep into her asshole.  She 
seemed to be surprised by this action even though I had done it to her 
earlier in the week on the night Manuel raped her virgin butt.

As I snaked my tongue up into her rectum, I tried to use it as if it 
were a cock by pushing it in and out.  Jolene was speechless for a bit, 
but then let out a long wail and cried out, "Oh, Trish!  You're licking 
my asshole!"

Upon saying the word "asshole", the whole place erupted in applause, 
cheering and laughter.  All of Jo's muscles tensed up and she pulled her 
asshole away from my mouth, but my firm hold on her ass cheeks refused 
to let her go.  I proceeded to lick down to her pussy, as she launched 
into a new orgasm.

>From the audience in the dark were calls of:

"What a couple of sluts."

"Keep licking her."

"Go Trish the Dish."

"What a show!"

Meanwhile, Jo gasped out questions to me, and in between mouthfuls of 
her orgasmic secretions I replied in short, clipped answers.

"Trish, do you know who these guys are?"

"Mmmm hmmm"

"Are they from the 327th?"

"Yup," I replied.

One guy in the dark yelled out, "Plus me and George from the 116th."

I guess some of our guys couldn't resist inviting a couple of friends 
from another station house.

Jo asked, "And you set me up for this?"

"Uh huh!  Are you complaining Jo?"

Her climax peaked at this point and she let out a long scream after 
which she replied between gasps for air, "No, I'm not complaining."

She finally collapsed onto her belly in sheer exhaustion.

The boys in the audience went wild with applause.  I stood up and bowed 
to them as the enactor of this grand show.  More derisive hoots from the 
audience ensued.  The guys pushed up to the edge of the stage to get a 
better view.  The entire station house, except for the dispatcher was 
gathered about the stage.  By this time Jo had sat up and was obviously 
curious as to what was going to happen next.  She didn't seem too shy 
about being naked in front of all of her co-workers.

The Lieutenant was there and he spoke first to Jolene, saying, "Sorry to 
burst your bubble, Jo, but I did happen to be familiar with your career 
as an exotic dancer."  Jo just looked at him with a stunned look on her 
face.  The Lieutenant continued, "At a convention, down south, a group 
of us stopped by a club and saw you dance.  When all of the brass 
attended your graduation from the firefighting academy, none of them 
seemed to recognize you.  But I hadn't forgotten your face, and I made 
damn sure that you came to Number 327 on your first assignment."

Jo continued to sit there stunned, so Terrell stood up and yelled at me, 
"Come on Trish, let's get this initiation started."  Jolene just stared 
up at me as one of the guys lowered a swing down from the ceiling to 
within a foot of the stage floor.  

I gently pulled her to her feet and whispered to her, "I have a feeling 
you're going to enjoy this initiation."  She just looked at me 
uncomprehendingly as I produced a blindfold and covered her eyes.  As 
her sight went dark she swore in spanish in a low mutter.  Manuel 
laughed in response, and translated for a couple of guys sitting near 
him.  I led Jo over to the swing and sat her exposed ass into a hole 
within the center of the swing.  This caused it to swing about ten 
inches over the floor.  I leaned her back into a wide web of the swing 
that had a padded prop for her neck that kept her head tilted backward.  
I buckled a pair of broad straps across her chest to form a deep pocket 
of tit cleavage between her lovely breasts.  Her ankles were propped in 
stirrups while her arms were left to dangle to the floor.

When I finished positioning lovely Jo into the swing, I turned to notice 
seven naked studs standing about while the others all had their dicks 
out of their pants and in their hands.  Previously unbeknownst to me, 
they had lit a fire within several drums positioned about the stage.  
They had some type of fuel burning within the drums that didn't smoke 
much but gave out a long red flame.  I marveled at the sight which was 
hideous and almost cult-like in nature.

"Well you boys seem to be ready for some action," I stated matter of 
factly.  Jo let out a lusty sigh in response.  I was playing up the role 
as ringmaster and continued, "Line up so I can lead each of you 
individually to our whorish little recruit."  They obeyed and I 
proceeded to grab each guy at the base of his pecker and lead him over 
to Jo's face.  I had Jo kiss each guy on the tip of his prick, and 
allowed each guy to push the head past her lips and into her mouth.  But 
before she started any sucking motion I pulled the boner from her mouth, 
and went to retrieve the next guy in line to repeat the process.

After being introduced to the seven cocks, I announced loudly to her, 
"Jolene, now that you've tasted each of these seven firefighting pricks, 
your initiation into the 327th continues as you fuck all seven 
simultaneously with various parts of your body."  After pausing for 
effect, I continued, "Not only that, but you're going to attempt to 
bring all seven to orgasm at the exact same moment in time.  This, of 
course, would be quite impossible without my expert help."  The guys 
laughed at this comment, but I ignored them.

"Jolene, are you ready and willing to be the canvas upon which these 
studs will brush upon their silver paint?"

She replied, desperately, "Fuck me, please fuck me."

Each guy assumed their designated place which was determined earlier by 
drawing straws.  Eddie straddled her thighs and shoved his big animal
cock up against her cunt lips.  Connor smeared some more baby oil 
against her asshole and slid beneath her with his rod poised against 
her anus.  Jerry positioned himself in front of her face, painting the 
tip of his long dong back and forth across her waiting lips.  Big John 
and Manuel stood on either side of her shoulders and forced her fingers 
around their erect poles.  Terrell straddled her torso and shoved his 
monster dick at the entrance of the cleavage between her lovely tits.  
George and Stevie each grabbed one of her feet and pushed it against 
their hard boners.

All was set by the grand plan that I had devised with the boys.  I had 
to admire my handiwork down to the design of the swing, and yet I 
couldn't help but notice that the ghastly red glare cast by the drum 
fires was a perfect touch added just by the boys.

I barked out, "Alright boys, get ready, get set, fuck!"

Terrell was the first to shove his meat between Jo's soft, fleshy tits.  
But, Eddie and Connor were quick to follow by shoving their own 
fucksticks into her cunt and asshole, respectively.  Jerry paused long 
enough for her to gasp over the invasion of her lower holes and then 
shoved his own long, thin cock into her open mouth.  Jo kept her 
composure through it all and didn't gag on Jerry's cock.  In fact, she 
immediately started jacking off John and Manny with her fists while 
George and Stevie joined in on the fuckfest by rubbing their dicks 
against the soles of her feet.  I enhanced this one girl fuckathon by 
gently pushing the swing.  Its rocking motion seemed to make the fucking 
action go rather smoothly at all seven points.

I was truly impressed by Jolene's fucking talent.  She was able to take 
Jerry's pole all of the way down her throat on each rock of the swing.  
Meanwhile, after getting a steady hand motion going on John and Manny's 
cocks she was able to concentrate on helping George and Stevie achieve 
orgasm by moving her feet up and down over the length of their boners.  
In fact, I could tell she really enjoyed having them fuck her feet which 
didn't surprise me in view of the display of her own fetish, earlier in
the evening.  She didn't have to do much to get  Eddie, Connor and
Terrell off.  The rocking of the swing combined with their own exertions
allowed her ass, pussy and tits to bring these studs to a boil, quickly.
I couldn't tell for sure, but it appeared that her own orgasm began
fairly early during this swing fuck, and I was determined to have the
seven studs cum in and outside of her body rather soon.  This was easy
to achieve through help from me.

Guys absolutely love dirty talk, but they can't hold back an orgasm long 
when the talk gets truly nasty.  From the very start of this swing fuck, 
I let loose with a never ending stream of filth from my mouth.

"Let's go you fire studs.  Make this new bitch cry."

"Let's see you wash down her flames with your sticky goo."

"I want her covered with your cum, and afterwards I promise that she'll 
be forced to lick up every drop."

"Fuck this black bitch.  She's your slave tonite.  Make your mark by 
cumming on her."

"Keep fucking her pussy.  Keep ramming her asshole.  Shove that black 
dick between her tits.  Make her swallow your penis whole.  Fuck her 
hands and feet."

I went on for several minutes in this manner until I could see that all 
of the guys were starting to get very turned on by my talk.  I then went 
for the kill.

"I want to hear you guys moan.  When you're about to cum I want to hear 
you grunt.  Hold back your loads until I say you can cum.  We're gonna 
wash down this hose queen simultaneously!"

"Fuck her hard!  Fuck her dark flesh!"

One guy started grunting, which caused another couple of guys to produce 
grunts of their own.  I shouted in response, "Get your cum ready you 
fuckers.  Get ready to hose this fire slut down."

More guys started grunting, but I knew they couldn't last long.  Jo's 
body was shaking in convulsions.  I yelled out, "Now!  Now!  Cum now!  
Shoot your silvery spermy jizz all over her!  Cum in her puss!  Cum up 
her ass!  Cum on her tits!  Cum in her mouth!  Cum on her feet!  Cum on 
her hands!  Cum all over her!"

They all started shooting at once.  I started into my own orgasm as I 
had been rubbing my clitoris the whole time.  I was bent over, helping 
to rock the swing, when Bobby from Station 116 came up behind me and 
shoved his fat pecker into my pussy.  I screamed in delight as my orgasm 
kicked into overdrive.

As I screamed, I stared incredulously as each of these seven studs 
erupted their sticky jizz all over her.  She was a champ, and kept 
moving her hands and feet through it all.  She never stopped blowing 
Stevie, either.

As their's and my orgasms subsided, I pulled off of Bobby's dick, turned 
around, and stuffed it down my throat in one smooth motion.  The 
abruptness of the switch caused him to lose his load immediately.  
Especially when I clamped down on his balls with one hand.  I found the 
salty goo from his testicles to be absolutely delicious.  He gazed down 
in wonder at me as I licked his dick clean.

As promised, each of the seven studs had Jolene lick up all of his cum.  
She looked both exhausted and enthralled by her achievement.  To tell 
the truth, I was rather green with envy.  But I took the time to 
extricate her from the swing and remove her blindfold.  When I saw the 
sparkle of admiration in her eyes, my envy was turned to lust for her 
and I pulled her into my arms for a long kiss amidst great cheer from 
all of the guys.

We collapsed onto the floor of the stage and held one another in a long 
embrace.  Our legs were intertwined while our soft chests pushed against 
one another.  Her tongue and lips were as sweet as I'd ever known them 
to be.  We explored each other's mouthes for what seemed like ages.  
Finally, we broke off our kiss and stared into one another's eyes for a 
moment before our peripheral vision caught the guys moving to encircle 
us.  We sat up while still holding onto one another.  The drum fires 
cast an eery light upon all of the men in the club, who had surrounded 
us in a circle.  They were all beating their meat as they gazed down 
upon us.  Since this part of the initiation was never previously 
discussed, my heart skipped a beat as I waited expectantly.

When I opened my mouth to make some bitchy comment, Jerry cut me off, 
saying, "Shutup Trish!  Just sit back and take orders."

The Lieutenant took a step forward and it became obvious that he was in 
command of this circle jerk.  I was surprised to see Lou (as I referred 
to him) this involved because he usually stayed back behind the scenes 
and merely watched.  I was bound and determined to catch some of his cum 
in my mouth if he let it fly.  He cleared his throat and commanded, "You 
little bitches just sit back and take this.  Me and the boys here are 
gonna hose you down."

Lou worked his cock with his hand until he was ready to blow.  He then 
yelled out, "Okay boys, let 'em have it."  His was the first cock to 
erupt and since he hadn't come earlier in the evening his jizz literally 
blasted out of his cock.  I did my best to catch it in my mouth, but the 
first jet overshot my head and smacked against Jo's forehead.  In the 
garish light of the drum fires, it looked as if she took a bullet 
between the eyes and was bleeding.  I was able to catch most of Lou's 
second jet within my mouth, and I immediately swirled the stringy cream 
with my tongue to savor its brand new, salty taste.  At the same time, 
cum started shooting out from other cocks arrayed about me.  Some of it 
landed on my back and butt, but most of it was targeted at my face.  Of 
these facial squirts I was able to catch a little of it in my mouth and 
swallowed it.  But most of it was plastered against my cheeks, forehead, 
chin and hair.  By this time I had closed my eyes for fear that it would 
get into them.  Strands of cum dripped down my face and onto my tits, 
and the warm gooey, sticky feel of the cum upon my flesh also made me 
feel warm inside.

Eventually the guys stopped cumming and took turns eating out our 
pussies.  Jo and I moaned and groaned and screamed through many orgasms.  
Just as the guys were finishing up with our dripping cunts, the 
crackling sound of the radio was heard from the back of the club.  The 
Lieutenant had set up the portable unit earlier and took the call from 
the dispatcher.  A fire was reported several blocks from us, and we all 
sprang into action.  The guys had already driven a couple of the trucks 
down, just in case.  We all quickly put on our fire suits as Bobby and 
George from the 116th put out the drum fires with portable 
extinguishers.  

Jolene and I were the first to head toward the door, but a couple of 
guys held us back at the door and kissed each of us individually.  Each 
guy stopped to kiss both of us before rushing toward the trucks.  Many 
of them winked or gave us an extra squeeze or pat on our tit or butt.  
The Lieutenant was the last to kiss us and he gave Jolene a smile, 
saying, "Welcome to the 327th.  Now let's go fight a fire, girls."

The two of us rushed to jump onto the back of the last departing truck.  
As the truck pulled out of the club parking lot, Jolene pulled me 
towards her and kissed me hard on the lips.  When we broke apart, she 
yelled above the wails of the siren, "Thanks Trish!  I owe you one!"

I just smiled back and said to myself, "You bet you do!"

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