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 The following is entirely a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to any person
or places is strictly coincidental.  This work is copyrighted by
MNPikePole, 2004.

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Chapter Two

   Occasionally we have a really rough day at work.  It seems like the runs
never stop coming.  Yesterday was like that.  The day started out routine,
but by lunch we had already been on four runs.  A double-header during
lunch was followed by a car fire, and a garbage truck fire.  Garbage truck
fires suck.  There's no better way to put it.  If you're lucky the truck is
on fire and not the garbage.  We were not lucky.  The fire was in the trash
and it was deep in the trash.  We had to have the driver dump his load and
then we had to pick it apart to make sure the fire was out.  Fortunately
for us we had a city backhoe come and do the picking apart.  I spent most
of the time on the nozzle drenching burning garbage with a blanket of water
and foam.  The smell is the worst.  Yucky, stinky burning garbage.

   We were able to eat supper without being interrupted, and had a nice
respite until around 9:00 that evening when the run gods decided that we
had enough rest.  A couple of medicals and I was in bed around midnight. 
Then at 1:30 AM we were sent on a mutual aid call to a neighboring city for
a nasty house fire.  I finally was able to crash in my bed at 4:00 AM.

   But I wasn't able to sleep.

   I kept thinking about Wendy and Olivia.  I laid in bed thinking about
our "lunch" the other day.  That lunch resulted in my first three-way
experience and was mind blowing.  I kept wondering how I could make it
happen again and again.  And to top it off, I always, always feel really
horny after a good fire.  Lying there on my bed thinking about this had a
profound affect on a particular part of my anatomy.  Now, you have to
understand, a dorm room in a fire station is full of guys all in different
states of sleep.  Our bunks are only about a foot and a half apart and it's
very easy for someone to look over and see you without difficulty.  So
there I was, lying in my bunk, surrounded by my shiftmates with a raging
erection.  I wanted to jerk off, but that was out of the question.  I could
have gone into a stall in the bathroom and done it, but you never know when
someone could walk in.  Also, you never know when the tones will go off and
you have to go on a run.  So it's better not to give in to any desire to
jerk off at work.  Besides if I got caught I would NEVER, EVER hear the end
of it.

   I spent the next hour or so tossing and turning, trying to get Olivia
and Wendy out of my mind.  Nothing was working so I decided to getup and
see if the paper had arrived.

   I got up, picked up and put away my bedding and proceeded to the locker
room where I brushed my teeth and then headed for the kitchen.  I walked
across the apparatus floor, opened the side door and was graced with the
presence of the morning newspaper.  Finally, something is going right.

   I walked back to the kitchen, made a pot of coffee for the rest of the
guys and opened a Diet Pepsi for myself.  I sat down and read the paper and
waited for 7:00 AM to roll around.  The oncoming shift started showing up
about 6:30, there was the typical conversation found at fire stations
around the world.  How was your day?  Anything unusual happen?  Anything I
need to fix or be aware of before you go home?

   I was looking forward to going home and at a minimum, masturbating to
relieve the pressure I was feeling.  I walked out to my car and my cell
phone rang.

   "Hello."

   It was Olivia, "John!  Did I wake you up?"

   "No, I'm just leaving work and heading for home.  How are you?  It's
great to hear from you!" I replied.  I had everything I could do to keep
from sounding too excited.  I know it sounds stupid, but that's what a guy
thinks.  I didn't want to blow this conversation.

   "Oh, we're great.  We had a great time the other day.  I really, really
enjoyed it."

   "Probably not as much as I enjoyed it," I said.

   "Oh I don't know about that," Olivia said.  "I'm wondering if you might
be able to come over today.  What do you think?"

   Yes, Yes, YES!

   "I'd love to come over.  I'm just getting off from work.  What time were
you thinking?"

   "Can you come over now?" Olivia asked coquettishly.

   "Well, I'm kind of dirty from work.  I'd like to go home and clean up
first."

   "Oh that's not a problem.  You can come over here and clean up. 
Besides, I kind of like a rough man every now and then."

   "That sounds fine with me.  I'll see you shortly."

   "Great!  I can't wait to see you!  Bye."

   "See you soon," I said.

   I tried my best not to set a land speed record on my way over the Wendy
and Olivia's place.  It was difficult, but I managed to get there in one
piece.  I parked my car and walked up to the building.

   I walked into the lobby and rang the buzzer for Wendy and Olivia's
condo. The security door buzzed and I walked in and entered the elevator.
My cock was already hard, knowing it was going to see some action.

   As I walked down the hall I saw the door to the girls' condo open. 
Olivia was standing in the doorway wearing a white silk teddy and a smiling
from ear to ear.

   "Hey there Mr.  Fireman."

   "Hey there Beautiful!  I love what you're wearing."

   "This little thing?  It's nothing."

   "That's what I like about it," I said as I walked in the door.  I leaned
down, put my hand behind her head and pulled her to me and gave her a deep,
hard kiss.  I used my other hand to grab one of her ass cheeks and give it
a big squeeze.

   "Oh my," Olivia gasped after we separated.  "Wendy's left for a couple
of days and I thought we could spend a bit of time alone."

   While Olivia was saying this, I was nibbling on her neck as my hands
roamed over her wonderful body.  One hand found its way down to her pussy.
I pulled up her teddy and slid a finger along her outer lips.  I slowly
worked it in between her lips and found that she was already wet.

   "My but you're already quite wet, young lady."

   "Ahhh, yes, I had a dream before I woke up.  You were in it, so that's
when I decided to see if you could come over."

   "Really, you were dreaming about your favorite firefighter and decided
to reach out and see if I could drop everything and come over.  Correct?" I
decided to play with her a bit, just a bit if I could hold out.

   "Yes.  What's that smell?  Were you at fire?"

   "Yes I was.  A big, ugly house fire.  I'm all sweaty and dirty, not that
nice clean guy you saw the other day.  Did you enjoy your dream?"

   "Yes."

   "You obviously have been continuing to enjoy yourself without me here.
Correct?" I asked Olivia.

   "Yes."

   I turned Olivia around and gently pushed her towards the living room. 
My hands were on her ass, grabbing and pushing her towards one of the
couches.  When we got into the living room, I bent her over the arm of the
couch and watched as the teddy rose up exposing that wonderful ass.  Her
pussy lips were pressing out, engorged with desire.  I undid my belt
buckle, stepped out of my pants and quickly lifted my shirt off over my
head.  I pulled my cock out and pressed it against the opening of her
pussy. Olivia tried to press back against my cock, but I pulled back.  This
was going to be on my terms, not hers.

   I slid the tip of my cock up and down her wet slit, pressing it down to
rub against her clit.  Olivia kept trying to move back and impale herself
on my cock but I wouldn't let her.  I lifted her ass up so her feet were no
longer touching the floor, this way she couldn't push back.  I placed my
cock at her opening, pulled back and then pushed forward.

   In one smooth stroke I was inside her.  Her pussy was molten.  My cock
slid in until it could go no more, I pulled out and slid back in.

   Olivia turned her head to the side and let out a long, low moan.  I
started slamming my cock into her pussy, my balls slapping against her. 
Olivia reached between her legs and started to play with her clit.

   "Oh no you don't little lady," I said.  "No playing with your clit until
I say it's okay."

   "But I'm so close, I want to cum now!" Olivia exclaimed.

   I gave her a choice, "Stop playing, or I stop fucking you."

   "ARRGGHHHH!  I WANT TO CUM!" Olivia yelled.

   I spanked her ass and said, "You'll cum, but when I'm ready for you to
cum.  Understand?"

   Wendy let out another moan as I once again began slamming my cock into
her swollen, wet pussy.

   We continued like this for a couple of minutes.  It took everything I
could muster to not cum.  Olivia was doing everything in her power to make
me spurt.  I could feel her pussy clenching against my cock.  It was
driving me crazy, but I had another plan.

   I pulled my cock out of her pussy and she gave a frustrated moan.

   "Get off the couch and turn around," I ordered.

   Olivia got off the couch and stood in front of me.  I had her kneel down
and I pressed my cock into her mouth.  "Suck it," I commanded.  "Feel how
hard it is?  Feel that throbbing?  That's because of your hot, little
pussy."

   Olivia started moaning while sucking on my cock.  We were both on the
edge and I knew one more thing that would send both of us to orgasmic
bliss.

   "Start playing with your pussy.  Make yourself cum.  Make that tight,
little pussy throb," I commanded.

   As soon as the word pussy started to come out of my mouth, Olivia's hand
was on her clit and was rubbing furiously.  I looked down and saw her face
begin to contort into an orgasm.  With that the orgasm that had been
building in me for the last three hours reached its apex.  I felt the cum
swell up from my balls and erupt in a jet of semen blasting down Olivia's
throat.

   I knelt down on the floor as all of the day caught up to me.  I was
totally spent.  I had nothing left and was on the verge of collapsing.  I
laid down on the carpet and pulled Olivia down next to me.  We snuggled
like that for a few minutes, kissing and caressing each other.

   "Wow!  That was intense," Olivia whispered in my ear.

   "Yes it was.  You bring out the best in me," I replied.

   "Are you tired?"

   "Absolutely, totally and without question.  I'm beat, I had about three
hours of sleep last night and fought three fires yesterday.  I'm wiped."

   "Oh my!  You poor baby!  Come her, let me take you to bed!" Wendy
exclaimed.

   I looked at her incredulously, "That's what we just did!"

   "Silly man, let's go lie down and rest in bed for a bit."

   "That sounds good to me."

   We got up off the floor and moved into Olivia's bedroom.  We laid down
on the bed and cuddled for a bit and I slowly fell asleep thinking about
how lucky I was.