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.

******************************* BURNING DOWN THE HOUSE - Part 2 *******************************

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.

******************************* BURNING DOWN THE HOUSE - Part 3 *******************************

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!"

The End