From: Sandman <bd654@scn.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Burning Down the House - intracial,anal,dom,spank,nc (1/3)
Date: Tue, 30 Jul 1996 23:48:56 -0800

		       Burning Down The House
				Part 1

	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 5'9" 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. Connor, our resident irishman, always
begs to differ with my self-appraisal. He claims 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 night watch 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" DD), 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 yelps. 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.

From: Sandman <bd654@scn.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Burning Down the House - intracial,anal,dom,spank,nc (2/3)
Date: Tue, 30 Jul 1996 23:49:38 -0800

		       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 length 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.

From: Sandman <bd654@scn.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Burning Down the House - intracial,anal,dom,spank,nc (3/3)
Date: Tue, 30 Jul 1996 23:50:33 -0800

		       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 slipped beneath her and shoved his
big animal cock up against her cunt lips. Connor smeared some more
baby oil against her asshole and straddled her thighs 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 asshole and cunt, 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 in regards to my feet, 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 simulataneously!"

	"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