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The work atmosphere in the 23rd District Fire Department of Southern California was so good that many firefighters from other districts made requests to be transferred, especially men, who were captivated by the uncharacteristically beautiful blonde women working there.

There was a point in time not long ago that the firefighters of the 23rd District were a happy bunch. It was mainly because Captain Marks made sure to hire unselfish, team players with a genuine willingness to help others. Above all, he looked for people who tried to see the positive in everything.

Jenna Jameson was the youngest of the crew, just a shade over 24. She was a natural blonde with huge breast, a slim waist and the prettiest face you’ve ever seen. She had a body that could easily be gracing the pages of magazine covers instead of wearing a fireman’s suit.

It felt strange being gathered with her fellow firefighters today. No one was smiling or sweating from a workout. Nobody’s yellow fire suit was making her squint when she looked at them. It had been 20 minutes since she’d arrived and she hadn’t heard a single giggle.

She sat with her shoulders squared in the small church trying to keep her composure. Along with everyone else, the words of the clergyman penetrated deep into her soul and brought out happy memories turned bitter by the tragic accident from two days earlier.

Not only was Jenna Jameson the youngest, she was a blonde female in a field dominated by men. Although there wasn’t much of a competitive atmosphere at the 23rd, she still felt she had to work harder than anyone else to be taken seriously.

As usual, she was up that Tuesday morning checking and cleaning her equipment while everyone else was still snoring in their bunks. When she was done with that she lay on the floor and did 100 sit ups and 20 push ups.

She removed her sweat-soaked clothes and stepped into the shower. She let the hot water massage her aching muscles for a long time before she started lathering up.

There was a vibe in the air that gave Jenna the impression that today was going to be a good day. She was halfway done washing and the alarm hadn’t gone off. She had the worst luck with that alarm. No matter what time of day she took a shower, the alarm always seemed to sound off before she was finished.

She started rubbing soap suds all over her arms and neck. Then she soaped her breasts by wrapping the washcloth around one of them and pulling it through her cleavage. She repeated the process for the other breast. It resembled a figure eight motion.

She lathered her legs, butt, and back. Then she came to her pleasure spot and used her fingers to work soap all around her vaginal lips. At first she massaged the whole mound of tender love, but when she started getting horny, she slid her middle finger along her wet lips and started rubbing her clit.

A low moan escaped her mouth. She closed her eyes and started cycling through her mind’s kinky index of sex fantasies. Which one did she want to masturbate to this time?

As soon as the thought entered her mind, the sound of the fire alarm filled the station. Her eyes popped wide open in shock. They narrowed with anger as she hastily started to rinse herself off.

“Shit!” barked Jenna. “It never fails—every time I’m in the shower!”

She stepped out reaching for a towel in the same motion. She could hear the commotion of her comrades hustling out of bed to get their clothes on.

She wiped away as much water as she could as she ran to the sleeping quarters still naked and damp, her breasts flopping around like two water balloons. She tossed away the towel and started to get dressed.

Lieutenant Anderson, a ten-year veteran, did a double take when he saw her massive breasts jiggling around.

She put her blue basic uniform on. It consisted of a T-shirt and slacks with black socks and boots. It was difficult because her cotton material kept sticking to her wet skin, but she managed to get everything on and she was on her way to the pole.

She centered herself by positioning the pole between her breasts. Then she got a tight grip with both hands, hopped onto the pole and let gravity do the rest.

The captain briefed everybody on the situation when they were all aboard the fire engine. There was a car accident two blocks away, and from what he heard from the police report, the people involved were trapped in their twisted vehicles.

They put their yellow suits on as they listened.

This is what it’s all about, Jenna thought. She loved to put that yellow suit on. It made her feel like a heroine every time because she knew there were helpless people somewhere out there who needed little Jenna to come and save them.

Jenna felt a cold chill run down her spine, partly because of the wind blowing on her damp body, and partly because of the rush of adrenaline flowing through her veins as they sped through the city’s streets with sirens blazing a path.

The police were already at the scene of the accident when they arrived. They were mostly trying to clear away the crowds of onlookers.

Captain Marks walked up to the police captain, who looked remarkably a lot like the Hawaiian from the old TV show C.H.I.P.S., and asked, “What do we got here?”

“Two-car injury accident. One victim, lacerations and a broken wrist,” said the captain.

Marks said, “Myers, you get to the other one over there. Kelly, Anderson, hit the truck.” That was his way of telling them to get a move on.

The police captain pointed to one of the cars and said, “The passenger over here is unconscious, possible neck and back injuries.” Pointing to the other vehicle, he said, “And the driver over here has been complaining of back and chest pains.”

They got out the Jaws of Life and tried to pry open the driver side door as a news helicopter flew overhead. It took three tries, but they managed to pop open. The door moaned a loud squeak as the men of the 23rd struggled to open it wide enough to get to the passenger inside.

Jenna shook her head at the twisted mess of a man once it was open. Exasperated, she said, “Another one without a seatbelt. When are they gonna learn?”

She started checking the man for any signs of injury besides his apparent nosebleed. “Are you okay? How do you feel?” she asked him.

He was obviously in a lot of pain. He could barely breathe without wincing, the poor fool. She checked his pulse. It was strong and beating at a steady pace. He’d be alright with time to heal and a boatload of painkillers. Another firefighter steadied his head and placed a brace around his neck.

Jenna asked, “What’s your name?”

The man’s eyes popped open. He finally seemed to snap out of his haze. He begged, “Get me out of here.” He could smell gasoline!

Unfortunately, the others had their minds so focused on the task at hand that they didn’t see or smell anything unusual. The man heard somebody say, “Just take it easy and try not to move.”

A stretcher was being moved towards the ambulance with a man whose entire torso was covered in blood. The only thing about him that showed signs of life was the rise and fall of his chest.

Gas was still spilling from the punctured gas tank, and unknown to the crew, sparks were literally flying under the hood. The impact of the two cars had caused some of the wires to rip and come in contact with each other! Some of the sparks came in contact with the cotton padding under the hood and it ignited. The flames grew under the hood; it spread rapidly until it could no longer be concealed. Flames appeared from beneath the hood and melted the windshield wipers.

Jill Kelly was the first to see them. She screamed, “We got flames!”

“Bring the hose!”

The man trapped in the vehicle felt an intense wave of heat. He looked up and saw fire dancing across the windshield. Terror stricken, he tried to move unsuccessfully. He yelled, “Get me the fuck out of here! I don’t wanna die!”

“Just take it easy.”

“Please don’t let me burn!”

It was already 80 degrees on this fine California morning. That would be a good thing on any other day, but the fire, along with the high temperature, was causing the bottom of the car to get overheated.

A faraway voice yelled, “It’s gonna blow!”

“Pull back!” ordered Captain Marks. “Pull back!”

Jenna reluctantly turned and ran for safety, leaving Robert Dunn alone with the stranded victim.

Just one more try, thought Dunn, and maybe I can free him.

“I said pull back!” screamed Marks.

It was heartbreaking, but now it was Dunn’s turn to leave the poor man to fend for himself. He got up to leave, but something was stopping him. A buckle on his fire suit was caught in the door latch.

“Fuck, I’m caught!” said Dunn as the realization that he was going to die made his body tremble with fright.

He could have easily unhooked himself from the door if his mind was working right, but panic had taken over and he was trying to rip the metal hook off with his bare hands, costing him valuable seconds.

“Dunn, I said pull back!”

“I’m caught!”

“Pull back, dammit!”

The gasoline under the car had heated to boiling point. It didn’t bubble, but it started emitting a colorless, scorching vapor that rose upwards into the hole in the gas tank, causing the whole thing to ignite. The explosion that followed was deafening. The earth shook beneath their feet as clouds of black smoke ascended in the air.

Hot flames consumed Robert Dunn and the trapped motorist. The force of the explosion slung his body backward into the door. He convulsed a couple times and his lifeless corpse fell slumped against the open door with flames licking at the morning air.

That was two days ago.

Chapter 2

The time between the accident and the funeral passed very quickly for Jenna. Her memories of the previous two days were foggy. She mostly remembered doing a lot of crying and sleeping. Luckily she didn’t have to work either of those two days.

The church was small and cozy. Dunn had graced its pews with his presence since he was a young boy; he’d been baptized here, so it seemed fitting that the funeral would be here as well.

The members of the 23rd wore their dress uniforms. Everyone else wore the usual dark attire and sunglasses.

Jenna sat with her shoulders squared trying to keep her composure. Along with everyone else, the words of the clergyman penetrated deep into her soul and brought out happy memories of Robert Dunn, only to be replaced by flashbacks of the tragic accident.

After a while, she stopped listening altogether, focusing her attention on the church and its occupants. Family and friends were on the left, coworkers and Dunn’s widow on the right. Anderson, Robert’s closest friend at the station, had his head bowed with huge tears streaming down his cheeks. He looked so sad, so vulnerable.

Jenna hated to see men cry. They looked so pitiful when they shed tears. Jenna knew men never cried in front of women unless they were really hurting inside so she couldn’t help but feel terrible for him. She was on the verge of losing control of herself, so she diverted her attention back to the preacher.

“…so we’re left to wonder why,” the clergyman say. “Why was someone so young and so brave taken from us so soon? It’s not for us to say. Perhaps we can find comfort in the fact that God cannot be everywhere, so he created firefighter Robert Dunn. And now the firefighter’s commanding officer would like to say a few words.”

The preacher stepped down as Captain Marks took his place. The last time Jenna had seen him was at the scene of the accident in his yellow fire suit. Now he was wearing his dark colored dress uniform like everyone else. Sunlight reflected off his badge as he took his place next to the preacher.

The captain looked into the eyes of the saddened congregation. A feeling of failure crept through his being. He was in charge. He couldn’t help but feel responsible for Robert. Maybe if he had done something different, like ordering his men to fallback earlier…

He cleared his throat and spoke slowly with many breaks in his speech to allow his words to sink in. He said, “Eight years ago, firefighter Robert Dunn joined the 23rd. And for eight years, day in and day out, the men and women of the 23rd went and risked their lives in the line of fighting fires with you leading our way. I want to think of Robert Dunn and the loss to his family.”

Dunn always said he wanted to be cremated when he died. He dealt with fire in life; he wanted it to consume him in death. It felt so wrong having him cremated after the way he died, but it was what he wanted, so that’s what his family did. Dunn’s real body was in ashes in an urn back home.

Six pallbearers carried the empty casket outside and loaded it in a hearse. With purple flags attached to their vehicles, they drove to the other side of town to the cemetery.

The casket was covered with an American flag and a firefighter’s hat at the head. The smaller members of the congregation sat in fold-up chairs. The taller members stood behind them.

Everyone knew the casket was empty, but being at the cemetery meant something. It meant the end was here. Everyone knew that Robert was gone and there was nothing that could bring him back.

Men with bagpipes played sad hero’s music that only depressed everybody more. Tears were really rolling now. Jenna offered her hand to Dunn’s widow.

The minister took his place and spoke, “We’re gathered here today to say goodbye to our dear friend and loved one, Officer Robert Dunn. Robert Dunn was a man whose life was characterized by service to others, and sadly it was in this service to others that he tragically lost his life.

“However, as Ecclesiastes teaches us: ‘For every time there is a season, a time to live and a time to die.’ Unfortunately that time came too early for Officer Robert Dunn. Let us bow our heads and pray.”

The preacher led them in the Lord’s Prayer.

Captain Marks and Jenna held the honor of removing the flag from the casket to fold up for Dunn’s widow. It was something they all practiced on those occasions when there wasn’t anything to do. She never thought she’d actually have to do it at a coworker’s funeral some day.

The captain handed the folded flag to Dunn’s widow with a firefighter’s hat on top. She accepted it with a rush of emotional pain on her face, tears streaming beneath her veil.

“Ten-hut!” barked the Captain. The firefighters came to attention at once. They saluted Dunn, a last show of respect as the ceremony came to an end.

Chapter 3

The casket was buried while everyone was offering their condolences to the family.

Jenna was never the type to get mushy when people were around. She waited until everyone was about to leave before she visited the grave site. First she went back to her car and got out a bouquet of purple flowers.

They’d done a great job. The land was perfectly smooth and they’d even replaced the grass somehow. She couldn’t tell where they’d been digging.

Dunn’s tomb had the smallest stone. It was easy to find because it was directly in front of a tree with two large tombstones on both sides. Jenna sat Indian style, and then lay beside the grave.

Her hair was a mess. Her face was worse. It was soaked with tears. She said, “I brought you something.” She placed the flowers next to the tombstone. “You always did like violets, didn’t you?” She started caressing the stone as if it was his face, said, “Ya know, I miss you.”

There was a brief moment of silence. There were so many things that she wanted to say, but she just couldn’t form the words.

She thought back to that day when they were working together to free that man. She remembered leaving Dunn without checking to make sure he could get away too. Like the captain, she couldn’t help but feel somewhat guilty.

If only she’d known what was in store for him that day. Maybe she could have spent more time with him before it happened. Maybe she could have taken him out to dinner. She didn’t get a chance to say goodbye to him. He was just…gone.

She felt so empty inside. She lowered her head as her eyes began to well up with more tears.

Just then, she heard grass rustling behind her. She thought it was her boyfriend, Bill, coming to console her.

“Jenna,” said the man.

It wasn’t Bill, but she recognized the voice. “Not now, Michael,” she said to her jealous ex-boyfriend without looking over her shoulder.

“I just wanna talk,” replied Michael.

Exasperated, Jenna stood and faced him. “I don’t have anything to say to you. It’s been over for a long time,”

Michael watched her cross her arms—a defensive gesture—not a good sign. She wasn’t even looking him in the eye. He said, “I just want another chance; I think you owe me that.”

Finally she looked up at him and said, “I don’t owe you anything anymore.”

Anger boiled inside of Michael. He grabbed Jenna’s arm as she turned to walk away. In his most intimidating voice, he said, “I don’t think that’s right.”

Jenna snatched her arm away. “Let go of me!”

These events didn’t go unnoticed by Bill, who was making a mad dash to come to girlfriend’s defense. “Hey, what are you doing?”

Michael glared at the prick with the big mustache. This bastard fucks my woman, he thought in disgust. He said, “Why don’t you keep walking? This’s got nothing to do with you.”

Jenna turned her back and started walking away with her boyfriend’s hand tenderly touching her shoulder.

Bill was good at reading body language. Jenna had never said anything to him about an ex-boyfriend, but it was obvious that something was going on here. “You need to let go,” Bill said to Michael.

Seeing Jenna showing affection to another man made Michael crazy with envy. The need for violence almost overwhelmed him, but he managed to keep it together. Instead of attacking Bill like he wanted, he just said, “This isn’t over, not by a long shot,” and walked away.

As they headed for their cars, Bill asked, “What’s his problem?”

“Old flames never die,” said Jenna.

He walked her to her car and opened the door for her. When she was safely inside with the door shut, he tapped on the window. Jenna lowered it.

He said, “What did you mean when you said, ‘Old flames never die?’”

Jenna took a deep breath and looked through the front window trying to think of how to explain it. She said, “You’re working tonight, right?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s a long story. I’ll tell you at the station.” She drove off.

Chapter 4

It was close to six o’clock when they got back to the station. Anderson was too depressed, so he got undressed and went straight to bed. He was hoping he’d be able to sleep off some of his anxiety.

Jill and Tracey, two pretty blondes who were working the same shifts, were in the next room chatting up a storm.

Bill and Jenna retired to the equipment room to talk about what happened at the funeral.

“Michael and I were lovers once. It was a long time ago, way before I met you,” said Jenna.”

Bill didn’t say anything. He started pacing around the room. His assumption was right, but that still didn’t explain why she never told him. He asked why.

Jenna said, “There was really nothing to say. It’s a part of my life I wanted to keep behind me.”

She looked at Bill, searching for a sign that he understood what she was saying. His eyes showed no such feelings. Bill wanted some answers, so she figured she might as well tell him everything.

“Okay,” she said, “we worked together at Station 12 and…we fell in love. It was great. It was beautiful.

“But that all came to a crashing halt.” Jenna’s facial expression turned bitter as her unpleasant history with Michael replayed in her mind’s eye. She continued, “We were on a structure fire at a warehouse and the roof gave way beneath me. He saved my life.

“He was hurt really bad.” Jenna was on the verge of tears. “His leg was crushed really bad and he never walked right again. They placed him on inactive duty and the desk job killed him. He was bitter. He was never the same again. It was like a disease that ate away at him. There was no living with him…so I left.”

“And now he wants you back,” said Bill. “Why now after all this time?”

“He never really understood why I left him. He thought it was his leg—that it made him less of a man or that it turned me off or something. That wasn’t the case. Maybe he thinks now that his leg is getting better that it’ll all go back to the way it was.”

Bill was worried for a second. He tried to imagine what life would be like without Jenna Jameson by his side. She was only 24 years old. He was well into his 40’s. What chance would an old man like him have at holding on to someone as beautiful and sweet as Jenna.

As if she could read his mind, Jenna looked at him and said, “But that won’t happen. That can’t happen. I mean, I looked into his eyes. It’s all still the same—the anger, the bitterness, it’s all there; I saw it.

“All I know is he’s still living in the past and I’ve moved on.” She touched his hand and said, “I have you know.”

Bill slid across the bench so he could be closer to his love. He started touching her pretty blonde hair. He gently kissed her on her forehead and looked deep into her eyes. He saw a lot of pain in them. They weren’t happy anymore, not like they used to be.

 “I love you,” said Jenna.

Bill loved her too. He wanted her to be happy so desperately. There wasn’t anything he could do about Michael or Dunn, but there was one thing he could do to alleviate some of her physical anxieties.

He felt his penis stir to life. Their heads moved towards each other without conscious thought. Jenna felt her vaginal juices start to flow as they tenderly kissed each other’s soft lips.

They separated long enough to look into each other’s eyes once more, and then they snuggled close with their legs straddled on each side of the bench. Jenna rested her head on Bill’s shoulder. He nibbled on her ear lobe. Her nipples started to harden.

She took her blazer off while she continued to slide closer to Bill, lust building in her hot cunt. She straddled him and held him close to her massive breasts.

As she looked at him, a smile surfaced on her face. It felt good. It was her first real smile in days. She felt so sexy making out with him in the dark equipment room with fire suits hanging all around them.

She tossed her hair out of his way so he could have a path to her neck. He kissed it and made his way around to her chin.

Jenna leaned back so he could have enough space to take his blazer off. Her ample tits were pressed tightly against the thin material of the dress shirt; her chest heaving with lust.

They hastily helped each other get their tops off. Jenna’s swollen breasts spilled out. Her nipples were erect and pointing straight up. Bill was amazed every time they made love. He wondered how something so precious could ever consider a career like fighting fires.

They took their shirts off completely and held each other close with Jenna’s tits smashed on Bill’s hard chest. He cupped them with his mouth opened wide and swallowed as much as could fit. He let his soft lips graze her nipples, giving Jenna a rush of tingly pleasure.

He unfastened her pants as he continued to suck on each firm breast. She stood a little, allowing her pants to drop a little so Bill could see her sexy, skimpy underwear. He slid his tongue down her abdominal muscles and kissed her belly button before laying her flat on the bench.

Her shoes and socks came off next. Bill massaged her feet and toes, something that always got Jenna’s pussy steamy. He started sucking the toes of her right foot. Jenna squirmed all over the bench in pleasure and started pushing her pants down. Her pussy felt like it was on fire.

She lifted her butt off the bench so Bill could aid in getting her naked. He pulled her panties and pants off in the same motion. Jenna’s legs escalated and parted without delay. She started gasping for breath in anticipation of what was about to happen next.

Bill steadied her legs and lowered his mouth to her nest. Her pussy was swollen and wet already. He started by kissing the puffy outer lips of her vagina. Then he licked the clit and started slurping on it.

Jenna’s body jerked with every pass his tongue made over her horny snatch. He’d gotten it slippery wet and glistening in the dim lights.

Jenna lifted her head so she could watch. The sight of a man sucking on her pussy lips made her lose control. Her head jerked back as a wave of orgasms hit her hard. “Ooooohhh!” she moaned. Jenna wrapped her legs around his head and squeezed tight as she thrashed around, sending load after load of sweet pussy juice down Bill’s throat.

Jenna felt his finger slip into her butt. “Ohh!” she moaned. He was using two fingers to fuck her ass while he slurped and slobbered all over her swollen muff. “Eat my pussy,” screamed Jenna, trying to keep it quiet.

Another orgasm came quickly. She grabbed his head and humped his face. His whole face was shining with Jenna’s hot juice.

They sat up. Jenna kissed him passionately, savoring the taste of her own bodily fluids.

Bill stood up and let his pants drop to his knees. Jenna was bent over with his cock in her mouth instantly. She let the swollen head glide across the roof of her mouth and bump her tonsils. Then she started sucking him down at a quick pace. Her pussy was so tingly and wet.

She let his cock slip from her eager lips. She stared at it, admiring its stiffness. She extended her wet tongue and put it on the slit. When she drew back, there was a long strand of saliva hanging between his cock and her tongue.

She looked into his eyes and she opened her mouth as wide as she could and used her lips to feed his cock all the way to the back of her throat. She didn’t stop until his pubic hairs touched her lips.

Bill almost came when he looked down and saw this blonde with her mouth stretched to its limits. There was just the slightest bit of cock visible because the rest was deep in Jenna’s wet mouth. He felt a tensing in his balls and knew he was gonna cum, but luckily Jenna withdrew just in time and lay on her back waiting for Bill to plug her hole.

It had been a while since they’d last had sex. Jenna’s vagina had an usually tight squeeze to it. He felt her tense as he eased the head inside, and tense again when he pulled it out and shoved more of his throbbing cock deeper inside of her.

“Oh, yes!”

Once his penis was lubricated with Jenna’s love juice, Bill started thrusting himself deep in her hole. A low moan escaped both their lips. Their crotches were heated with desire, both of them on the brink of spilling their love juices.

It was already hot in that room when they got there. The vigorous activity had them both sweating. Jenna liked sex better when there was sweat involved. There was something about it that excited her.

Bill motioned her off the bench and bent her over so he could fuck her from behind. Soon they were both moaning and trying to keep from getting too loud. Bill grabbed her hips and rammed his cock deep inside of her.

The sun had totally gone down by now. There wasn’t anymore light shining in from the windows. It was just the two of them, the fire truck, and their equipment.

Bill was starting to get a little skeptical. What if the alarm sounded and everybody had to rush in and get their equipment. There wouldn’t be enough time to dress.

He pulled his cock out and motioned Jenna to sit on the bench. He started stroking his cock. Jenna had another orgasm just sitting there watching him stroke his meaty cock. Her massive tits heaved in and out as excitement built up inside of her.

Thick, sticky cum guzzled out of his cock and landed on Jenna’s tits. Animal instinct took over, causing her to lean forward and lap up as much of the remaining jism as she could.

He milked the remaining cum to the tip of his penis and put it in Jenna’s mouth. She savored the taste of his cock juice, giving it one final, hard suck before letting it fall to her cum-drenched breasts.

Chapter 5

Jenna and Bill put their pants back on and carried the rest of their clothes in their hands. They stealthily made their way out of the equipment room.

Jenna peeped in the sleeping quarters. The only person in it was Anderson, and his eyes were glued shut. They tip toed past him without making a sound.

Anderson was fully aware that Bill and Jenna were having sex at work. They did it all the time, and if either of them would’ve been paying the slightest bit of attention, they would have seen him watching.

Anderson liked to spy on Jenna and Bill. He and Robert did it all the time before he died. They knew Jenna and Bill liked to make love at work, so whenever they worked with the cute couple they’d make it their business to get a sneak peek at the action.

This time it was different. It wasn’t the same without Robert. Anderson couldn’t even get a boner so he quit watching at about the time that Jenna had started sucking Bill’s cock.

He lay there staring at the ceiling in his underwear. Every now and then he would look over at Robert’s empty bunk, think of the accident, and have to fight back tears. Then he would think of the good times they had together and a little smile would pop up and disappear just as quick as it came.

He couldn’t sleep. Maybe Jill and Tracey were still up, he thought.

He went to the break room. They were sitting on opposite ends of the couch. They were drinking some hot cocoa. Tracey said, “Hi, Lieutenant.”

“You couldn’t sleep either?” Anderson asked as he poured himself a cup.

“No, we were just sitting here thinking about Dunn.”

“Try not to let it get you down.” He took a seat between them.

Poor Jill was staring at the floor with the saddest face he’d ever seen. She looked up and said, “It’s tough, though, when you think it could’ve been any one of us. It could’ve been you; it could’ve been me.”

That thought had crossed Anderson’s mind as well, but he had to be strong for the crew. He said, “You can’t think like that. It makes a tough job even tougher. The minute fear starts creeping in, you start second guessing yourself. You might as well clear out your locker.”

Jill flashed a fake smile, said, “That’s just it. Sometimes I wonder if I’m even cut out for this job. I keep thinking I just signed on to make my dad happy. He’s a twenty-year veteran of the department. Being a fireman was his life and it’s not like that for me. And then something like this happens and I wonder if it’s all worth it. But then I think about the look on my dad’s face when I graduated. He was so proud. I guess that’s why I’m still here.”

“We all have our reasons for doing what we do,” said Anderson. “They don’t always make sense, especially when something like this hits so close to home. It makes doing a tough job tougher.”

Tracey said, “What about Linda? I feel so bad for her. They just bought a house; they were gonna have kids, and now he’s just gone.”

He didn’t know where the idea came from, but suddenly Anderson lifted his drink and said, “To Dunn.”

Tracey and Jill touched their drinks to Anderson’s. “To Dunn,” they said, completing the toast.

After they drank, Anderson turned to Jill and said, “Your dad would be proud of you hanging in there like this.”

Jill’s face lit up. Anderson always seemed to know what to say at the right moment. Her sex started tingling because of his kind words.

She and Tracey placed their empty cups on the table and leaned on Anderson’s strong shoulders. Neither was wearing much clothing.

Anderson could smell the faintest scent of vaginal juice. One of the women was horny, though he didn’t know which one. He had a feeling it was Jill. He touched her thigh at the same instant that Tracey touched his forearm. Anderson realized that both women were horny, not just one.

Tracey was looking at him in a fuck-me-daddy sort of way. He kissed her forehead and turned back to Jill. She stroked his hand, which was still on her thigh.

Tracey was younger and more aggressive than Jill. She was the first make a move. There was something about the moment—the three of them sharing their concerns and feelings with each other—that was very romantic.

She sat up and started groping Anderson’s crotch. Jill joined her. She snuggled close to him, feeling the heat from his body. She touched his hairy chest and leaned in for a kiss. Anderson had soft lips, and Jill felt a rush of pussy juice making its way up her hole as soon as their lips touched.

Tracey leaned across Anderson to help her undo her top. Once it was out of the way, she glided her tongue along her pink nipples. A moan escaped Jill’s mouth, and suddenly, her panties were soaked.

The smell of pussy juice was getting stronger. It was driving Anderson crazy. Tracey was bent over his body. She was wearing silk red panties. He slid his hand along her inner thigh to her hot crotch area. His finger disappeared in her wet hole, and then reappeared as he fucked her swollen twat with his hand.

She took her T-shirt off. Her tits were a perfect size for her body. Anderson cupped them with his brawny hands. He latched his lips around her nipple and flicked his tongue on it as if it was a clit, a sign of things to come.

Jill’s shirt came off next. Her breasts were huge. Anderson and Tracey’s eyes lit up when they saw them. They each took a nipple into their mouths. Jill’s body turned to mush. Having both tits sucked simultaneously was an unexpected pleasure.

The ladies gave Anderson’s stiffening cock their undivided attention. Tracey massaged it, and then she gently bit it through his white briefs. Jill removed her panties, allowing the air to hit her horny snatch.

Anderson started sucking her tits as Tracey pulled his cock through the opening in his underwear and took it deep in her mouth. He felt her strong jaws contracting on his member. It was all he could do to keep from coming in her mouth on the spot. She let saliva drip from her mouth and rubbed it in.

Jill leaned across his body so he stuck two fingers in her pussy and started fucking her clit. “Oh, yeah!” screamed Jill. Her pussy spasmed on Anderson’s wet fingers.

Tracey stopped sucking his cock long enough to lick pussy juice off of Anderson’s fingers. She let them slide in her mouth like a dick. She licked every drop of sweet juice from them.

Jill dropped to her knees. She was eager to get his cock in her mouth. It had been a long time since she’d had a good fuck.

She was beautiful, but sometimes she wondered if that was a blessing or a curse. Men were intimidated by her looks, and if her looks didn’t scare them away, her career did.

She took hold of his meaty prick, got it wet with her tongue, and let the smooth cock head enter her warm mouth.

Meanwhile, Tracey—impatient when it came to sex—stood on the couch, stepped over Anderson’s body, and lowered her bald cunt to his face. She had a tight body like a teenager with a perky ass that was so ripe for fucking.

He watched as the mound of moist, soft flesh approached his face. He put his tongue in her hole and let her flavorful cunt juice slide down his tongue.

Jill’s pussy was so hot that her juices were starting to drip out. Tracey had gotten off the couch. Anderson was still in his same position—the middle of the couch with a stiff boner saluting the two ladies.

Jill mounted him so she could ride him with her back towards him. A moan came out when she felt his cock head at the base of her swollen outer lips.

“Ooohhh,” she moaned.

Anderson’s eyes were wide open. He couldn’t believe how tight she was. It was like having sex with a virgin.

Her pussy lips expanded as she lowered herself on his shaft. She started to shiver when it was all the way inside. She held still to give her sex time to adjust. When she was ready, she started grinding her bald vagina on his cock.

“Fuck me! Fuck my pussy!” she shouted.

Tracey watched for as long as she could. She pulled his cock out and sucked every drop of juice off, then licked Jill’s throbbing clit. It made her pussy trickle.

Jill was in a dancing mood tonight so she put some music on. It was really low so no one else in the station could hear it. She bent over the coffee table and started doing a sexy grind while Tracey polished Anderson’s cock.

Jill reached around fingering herself. She played in the folds of her swollen cunt.

Anderson was on the verge of losing it. It was like he was hypnotized. He couldn’t take his eyes off Jill’s pink vaginal lips protruding between her luscious thighs. Between Tracey’s cock sucking and Jill’s exotic grinding, it was surprising that he didn’t pop a load in Tracey’s mouth.

After a few minutes, Tracey started watching too. She thought Jill was sexy, so she sat next to Anderson and they fondled each other as Jill gave them both a lap dance. She’d straddle them individually and put her muff in their faces, tease them a little, let the smell of her cunt drive them wild, and then dismount them.

Tracey couldn’t take being a spectator any longer. She walked to the weight bench and kneeled on it. Jill had gotten her pussy juicing and tingling. She bent over in a doggy style position. The other two followed her.

Anderson’s cock was throbbing too. Tracey’s pussy looked so succulent and wet. He spooned in behind her and shoved every inch of his cock inside.

“Oh, yeah,” she screamed. “Fuck me.”

“Fuck that pussy,” said Jill. “Make that pussy cum.”

How much time had passed? No one knew. It must have been an hour at the least. Everyone had worked up a sweat, and finally, nobody was moping over Firefighter Robert Dunn.

The ladies were feeling really kinky tonight. They kicked the coffee table out of the way. Tracey lay in the center of the couch. Jill straddled her head, putting her sweet muff in her face so Tracey could munch on it.

She said, “Eat my pussy.” Tracey did, so willingly.

Anderson climbed on the couch. He was watching the women lick each other while he stroked his cock.

He’d been in both pussies and mouths, but there was one orifice that he hadn’t ventured into yet.

Tracey’s legs were cocked wide open. Her pussy was so fat and juicy. He inched up very close to her, but this time he bypassed her vagina and placed his cock head on her asshole.

It was even tighter than her pussy, but there was so much body juice between them that he slid in with ease.

“Fuck my ass!” said Tracey with a face full of Jill’s pussy.

Jill reached behind and started gyrating her clitoris while Anderson rammed her butt hole.

Tracey lost all control of herself as a wave of orgasms hit her. “It’s soooo fucking good,” she said.

“You like that?”

Her response was another moan that came from her gut. Her legs were shaking badly.

“Suck my pussy,” ordered Jill. She started riding Tracey’s tongue. They both were cumming like crazy. “It feels so good!” somebody said.

They were getting dangerously loud now, but neither of them cared. The only person who was remotely concerned with getting caught at this point was Anderson, but he was more concerned with the orgasm that had been brewing all night inside of him, the orgasm that was so close to breaking free.

He felt his balls tightening as an intense pleasure started streaming up his cock. He pulled out just in time. Thick gobs of spunk flew out of his swollen cock and landed all over Tracey’s sweet snatch. He stroked his shaft, milking every last drop onto her puffy hole.

“Yes,” said Tracey. She could feel his hot spoo. It was heavy and dripping all over her pussy and asshole.

She dipped her fingers in it and took a sample taste. It was salty, just how she liked it.

Anderson dropped to the floor. His legs were too weak to move anywhere other than that. Jill sat of the floor too. Tracey remained on the couch glowing.

Anderson and Jill smiled at each other. She said, “Do you feel better?”

“Fuck, yeah,” Anderson said with a big smile.

Cum was still melting from Tracey’s body heat and spreading all over her private area. Suddenly, she felt really dirty. She said, “Guys, I think I’m gonna go take a shower.” She got up and gathered her clothes.

Jill said, “I think I will too.”

Anderson joked, “Hey, we sleep together; we might as well shower together too.”

The girls laughed. They took their clothes to the shower stalls with them.

On the way in, Jill noticed the wall clock. It was after 9 o’clock! She said, “My goodness guys, we’ve been going at it for two hours!”

Chapter 6

"Do you ever get curious about having sex with a man?" asked Trisha, a bisexual brunette who was getting a sun bath in the back yard with her lesbian friend, Stephanie.

Stephanie was taken aback by the question. She couldn’t believe how persistent Trisha was. How many times had she answered that question over the last week?

“No,” said Stephanie. “I’m not interested in men.”

The women were sunbathing on their bellies with the straps of their bras unhooked to prevent tan lines on their backs. They usually took them off completely, but neighbors had been complaining lately about their children staring out the upstairs window spying on the nude women next door. The city ordered them to start wearing their tops until nightfall.

Trisha had been bi all her life. She liked having sex with women, but she couldn’t imagine going her whole life without the pleasures of dicks, too.

She had sex fantasies about her and Stephanie (her steady girlfriend) having a threesome with a man. Now she wanted to make that fantasy come true, but Stephanie wasn’t cooperating.

Trisha said, “Stephanie, baby, you gotta be kidding me. You have to be a little curious.”

Stephanie leaned up on her elbows and looked Trisha in the eye. “No, I am not,” she said resolutely.

“But Stephanie, how can you turn it down without trying it first? Aren’t you the one who’s always telling me I need to stop turning my nose up at foods that look nasty before I’ve tried them? You’re always telling me I should try it first and see if I like it before I make my decision? Isn’t that what you’re always telling me?”

Exasperated, Stephanie rolled her eyes. She’s using my own words against me. How low can you go?

Stephanie said, “I’ve been letting you have sex with men for as long as we’ve been together because I know you like it and I want you to be happy. Why is it so important for me to have sex with a man? Why can’t you just be satisfied with fucking them yourself?”

Trisha smiled and rolled on her back. “I want you to see what it’s like,” she said.

She closed her eyes and started picturing the best porn flick she’d ever seen in her life, but she substituted herself for the woman in the movie.

Her vagina started getting heated. She felt a trace of juice seep between her pussy lips. She lifted her bikini bra started touching her breasts.

“Trisha!”

“I know. The neighbors might be watching. Let them watch. I don’t care right now.”

She slid her free hand down her belly. Her legs slowly lifted and dropped to the sides. Her hand went inside the thin lining of the bikini bottom and closed around her puffy cunt.

She started humping her hand, allowing her middle finger to graze lightly over her clit. When her muff was sopping wet, she let the finger slide all the way in. It was saturated when she pulled it out. She put it in her mouth and sucked her own juices off, then said, “I want you to experience the joy of having a hot dick in your mouth.”

Stephanie started feeling moist herself. Trisha really knew how to get her going.

She crawled with her eyes focused on Trisha’s pussy as if she was an animal in the jungle, and pussy was her prey.

Trisha opened her eyes. They made eye contact.

Stephanie watched the way her finger worked her pussy. It made her horny, and she had to admit that it did make her a little curious to see how it felt to have a cock inside her.

But she liked to play hard-to-get. She positioned her body over Trisha’s and said, “There’s only one person I’m interested in having in my mouth.”

Trisha felt her hair brush over her cheeks as Stephanie came down for a kiss. Electric fire rushed through her body as their lips touched.

Trisha wrapped her arms and legs around Stephanie. The material of Stephanie’s bikini top rubbed on her nipples. A moan came out and her pussy started oozing vaginal fluids.

Stephanie kissed her way down to the love triangle and moved the string out of her way. The thin line was already soaked. Trisha’s clit was poking straight up between the inner lips.

She opened the lips, rolled her tongue to make it straight and firm like a cock, and inserted it deep into Trisha’s tight hole. She watched Trisha gasp as she pulled it out and continuously jabbed her rigid tongue in her snatch. She said, “Is that the way a cock feels?”

Trisha looked down at her and said, “Yes, but bigger and thicker.” She smiled. “You wanna try it, don’t you?”

“No,” Stephanie lied.

Trisha rolled over. Now Stephanie was on her back and she was squatting above her with her pussy still in her face. Stephanie held her tongue out as she slid her pussy lips along her tongue. Trisha said, “And this is the way I ride a cock. You wanna try it. I can tell.”

Stephanie’s eyes popped open. Rather loudly, still playing hard-to-get, she blurted, “Not a chance in hell,” and threw Trisha in the pool. Trisha’s reflexes were fast. She grabbed Stephanie’s arms as she was falling in and let her weight drag her in with her.

There was a loud splash and the girls kicked their feet until they found enough footing to stand up. They were laughing at each other and coughing as they tossed their wet hair to the back.

“You are an asshole,” laughed Trisha. She pinned Stephanie in a corner of the pool with her arms and started kissing her. She stopped, said, “Now it’s my turn to do you.”

She pushed Stephanie’s bikini bottom down, took a deep breath, and plunged underwater. The chlorine stung her eyes a little, but they adjusted quickly.

Stephanie was leaning back, holding herself up by her outstretched arms along the edge of the pool. Her legs were spread eagle and suspended off the pool’s floor.

Trisha cupped her ass cheeks. Using her thumbs to open Stephanie’s pussy lips, she started flicking her tongue on her swollen clitoris.

Stephanie’s head fell to the side. “Oh, yes, shit!” she moaned. “Lick that pussy.”

Trisha stopped to come up for air just as Stephanie was about to cum. Then she took another deep breath and went back down.

Again, as Stephanie was on the verge of climaxing, Trisha broke contact and came up for air. Stephanie was getting irritated, but she knew the torture would make for a better climax later.

It happened again. Stephanie was going crazy. She didn’t want to cum anymore; she needed to cum right now. Her body was shaking with desire.

Trisha dove once again. Stephanie wrapped her legs around her lovers head and started grinding her pussy on her tongue. The water was splashing everywhere.

Trisha’s tongue was flicking up and down Stephanie’s horny hole. “Oh, yes, I’m close!” Stephanie moaned. She felt Trisha trying to come up again.

No, please, not now.

Stephanie tightened her legs around her lover’s head and humped with more vigor. Trisha was still trying to come up. She started slapping Stephanie’s ass and scratching at her thighs.

Just a few seconds longer.

Trisha finally stopped moving. Stephanie continued to face fuck her, grinding her needy cunt up and down her entire face—mouth, chin, nose, everything—until her pussy tightened and a gush of twat juice oozed from her slit.

“Oh, fuck, yeeeessss!” she screamed as she tightened her grip on Trisha’s head and forced it hard against her sex organ. Her whole body started convulsing and thrashing around as wave after wave of intense orgasms hit her.

When it was over, she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Her lips parted into a smile and she looked down at Trisha. “That was so good,” she said.

She’d been underwater for a very long time. Stephanie tapped her head.

No response from Trisha.

Oh, no!

She tapped her head again. “Trisha?” she shouted. This time there was fear in her voice. She lifted Trisha’s upper body out of the pool. Her head fell limp to the side.

Please, no!

She checked her pulse. It was beating, but very weak. She struggled to get the 110-pound woman out of the pool and called 911.

All was quiet at the 23rdDistrict and that was one of the things Jenna loved most about being a firefighter. They had their tiresome days like every other job, but it really wasn’t that bad most of the time.

She worked two 24-hour shifts each week, and most of that time was spent socializing, washing the truck, and doing equipment inspections.

She was on her second 24-hour shift for the week and everything was fine. They hadn’t received a single call yet.

Anderson was playing cards on one of the bunks with Tracey. Jenna was reading a book on the bunk across from them.

Ron came out of the shower room with a towel tossed over his masculine shoulders. Stevens was right behind him, fully dressed.

Ron tossed the towel on the bunk and sat down. He noticed Jenna lying on her side reading a thesaurus. He was just about to ask why when the alarm sounded.

They hadn’t heard it in such a long time that it scared everybody. They dropped what they were doing and ran for the fire pole.

Jill and Bill stayed behind with a few others in case they got another call. The pulled the doors of the firehouse shut.

Bill felt a sharp pain in his lower back. He grimaced in agony, but kept from shouting out by gritting his teeth. He didn’t want anyone to know about his injury. He turned and walked to the locker room.

Jill noticed his awkward walk and followed close behind him. She stopped outside the locker room and listened. She heard Bill pop the cap off a bottle and shake some pills in his hand.

She walked inside as he was swallowing them. They made eye contact. Bill gave her a defensive mind-your-own-business glare, but of course Jill didn’t pay it any attention.

“Your back bothering you?” she asked.

No answer; no acknowledgement; nothing from Bill.

“Haven’t you had it looked at?” asked Jill.

Cynically, he said, “Take it easy, Florence Nightingale. I’m fine.”

“You’re fine? You don’t look fine.” She took the bottle from the locker and looked at the label. They were prescription pills for back pains, but for someone else. Bill was using somebody else’s prescription medicine. As a firefighter, he should’ve known better than to do that.

She glared at him the way a mother glares at a naughty child. She said, “And aren’t these pills a little…unorthodox?”

“They’re just painkillers.”

“If it’s that bad you should see a doctor.”

“Look, don’t worry about me. All I know is I’m not going on the inactive list. Once you’re behind a desk, you’re never back out on the line. And even if you do get back out, they always look at you funny like you’re gonna get hurt or something. I’m not gonna do it.” He slammed the locker shut and started to leave.

“Does Jenna know?”

Jenna? thought Bill. The story she told him about her ex-boyfriend was what got him so worried in the first place.

Bill turned and said, “No. Jenna does not know, and you better not tell her. She’s already had to deal with one gimp boyfriend, and I’m not gonna be the second. So just keep it shut, alright?”

“You shouldn’t be working if you’re injured. If you’re not up to par, someone’s gonna end up dead. If not you, one of the crew, or maybe even worse—a civilian.”

“The minute I stop carrying my load, I’ll pack up my gear. Until then, just keep your mouth shut!” He stormed out and headed to his bunk.

It took the crew a little longer than usual to arrive at house. It was a weekend. There were so many people out shopping. Many were reluctant to pull out of the way. It was irritating seeing how selfish people could be.

They found the street and made a right turn. Halfway down, a woman in a maid’s outfit ran to the middle of the street and flagged them down yelling, “Over here! She’s drowning. She’s in the backyard. It’s this way.” The woman was their next door neighbor.

The truck came to a squeaking halt at the curb. The crew was off and sprinting to through the gates within seconds.

An Asian-American woman in a skimpy, black bikini was leaning over the body of a brunette wearing a colorful bikini that was just as skimpy.

Stephanie yelled, “Hurry, she’s not breathing.”

“What happened?”

Stephanie said, “I don’t know. I was swimming and…and she was at the bottom of the pool and I dragged her out.” It was a lie, but what else was she going to tell them? She was eating my pussy under the water and I almost drowned her when I locked my legs around her head and came in her mouth? I don’t think so.

Ron and Stevens were the first to get to her. Stevens was pumping her chest while Ron handled the machine that blew air in her lungs. But there was one person missing—the person who was supposed to be checking her vital signs.

Anderson, the highest ranking firefighter on the scene, noticed Jenna standing alone at the far end of the pool. “Jameson,” he shouted. “Jameson, snap out of it and get over here.”

Jenna picked her equipment up and hurried to their side. She said, “Okay guys, I got a pulse.”

About a minute later, Trisha opened her eyes and started coughing up water. Everyone let out a sigh of relief. It was definitely a load off Stephanie’s guilt-ridden conscience.

Anderson ordered them to check her neck because Stephanie had told him she dove in.

Ron felt around the base of her neck and spine. He said, “Her neck seems to be fine.”

“Is she gonna be okay?” asked Stephanie.

“She’ll be fine,” replied Stevens. She gave him a big, wet hug and thanked him.

Stevens blushed as his cock started sliding down his leg. He said, “You might wanna keep an eye on her for the next couple days and get her to her doctor. If there’re any problems, get her to the hospital.”

They helped her up. Anderson said, “Alright, let’s pack up and go home.” He called Jenna over. He wanted to talk to her while the ladies were busy flirting with Ron and Stevens.

“These drowning calls are rough on you, huh?” Anderson asked. This wasn’t the first time he’d seen her freeze up in this situation.

Jenna’s eyes started watering. She was getting emotional. She said, “I should be used to them by now. I keep telling myself it’s just another call, but I keep seeing her face.” Tears started to roll down her cheeks. “I keep thinking it was my fault.”

“You gotta stop blaming yourself. There was nothing you could’ve done. You were just a kid.”

I just wish I had another chance,” Jenna said as she choked back tears.

“I can still see her face as she was trying to get her breath, and then she went under. I watched my sister drown and I couldn’t do anything about it.”

Her sister’s drowning was the main reason she chose to become a firefighter. She wanted to spend her life helping people to make up for the sister that she was powerless to save so many years ago. She’d saved many lives since then, but nothing could ever free her from that dreadful memory.

Chapter 7

What would it be this time? thought Bill. He lay in his bunk after taking his painkillers and arguing with Jill over whether or not he should report his injury.

Those painkillers were having a strange side effect. They made him drowsy like other painkillers, but they kept giving him strange dreams. He kept dreaming about sex all the time.

It was never sex with Jenna either. It was always some kind of kinky sex in a crazy place, sometimes with people he’d never seen before.

The pills started taking effect. He felt a warm sensation in his legs and stomach. His eyes felt heavy. He rolled over in his bunk and he fell asleep.

Seven people were outside washing the truck. Four were men; three were women. This time, the women were people who worked at the station; Jill, Tracey, and Sandy.

Anderson, Bill and Ron were three of the men. The fourth one was a man from a different department named Lieutenant Hill.

Everyone was dressed in yellow firefighter overcoats with nothing underneath. The ladies looked particularly erotic clad this way.

These dreams were usually seen in first person view, but this time it was like he was watching it from the outside like a man watching a porno.

Sandy was on top of the truck with Anderson licking her hole as she slowly moved her body in a snaking motion. Anderson enjoyed the strain on his tongue as it met her pussy. When it got tired, the sweet taste and invigorating scent would give him what he needed to keep going.

Tracey was bent over with two guys fucking her. One was getting his cock polished while the other played with her puffy cunt lips. This seemed to arouse Tracey. She started sucking the other man’s cock harder. She stroked it with one hand and kept a firm grip on the truck for balance with the other.

One of them took a sponge out of a bucket and started dripping sudsy water all over Tracey’s rear end.

She turned around and started giving Bill a blowjob. Ron watched her suck his cock in her mouth. He felt his cock growing to the point that it hurt, so he spread Tracey’s ass and filled her sweet pussy.

Hill spooned in behind Jill and started kissing her neck. The sun had started to shine brighter on her breasts, which felt so good while Hill twisted and kneaded her nipples.

She spun around and dropped to her knees. She licked her lips and gobbled his meaty prick down her throat.

Jill was a gifted cock sucker. As she deep-throated him, she allowed saliva to build up and forced it to the tip of her tongue. She left a long strand, extending about six inches, between her tongue and his cock.

“Ah” groaned Hill trying not to cum before she did.

She spun her tight ass around and started doing a slow grinding tease that made Hill’s cock so stiff that it started throbbing and jumping. He steadied it with his hand and let the head push through Jill’s horny sex.

“Ooohhhhhhh!” she moaned. She clenched her teeth as Hill started pounding her tender hole.

Sandy’s pussy was pumping out tons of love juice. Anderson was drilling her on top of one of the trucks. She leaned upward so she could see his shaft slipping inside her while she gyrated her clit.

As with all dreams, they changed locations and positions at a moments notice. In this dream, they even seemed to change sex partners.

Anderson was pinned on the truck with Jill giving him a blowjob. Bill had Sandy’s legs in the air as he fucked her on a truck railing.

She said, "Fuck my pussy." Hearing this sexy blonde talk dirty was all it took to make him spill his seed. He pulled out and Sandy dropped to her knees. Hot spoo shot out all over her lips and dripped to the concrete, but not before she lapped most of it up.

Anderson saw the way Sandy swallowed Bill’s seed. He was already on the verge of climaxing, and that did it for him. His balls tightened and started pumping loads of nut juice all over Jill’s heaving tits.

Tracey had both ends of her young body filled with two big cocks. Hill and Ron were pumping hard and fast. Tracey was a slut. She could handle them both without the slightest gag.

Bill’s dream was weird. At this point, he could he her getting drilled in slow motion. Each thrust made her butt jiggle. Every detail of her face could be seen. She was biting her lower lip and moaning loudly, but he could hear her words.

She deep throated Ron. He looked down and saw her with his cock buried to the hilt in her mouth. An intense tingle scurried up his penis into her mouth. “Ohh!” he cried.

Hill came next, pulling his cock out and stroking it as salty streams of sperm burst free. Tracey spun around and caught a hefty portion of it.

The real Bill sat up from bed. He looked around the empty room. His cock was throbbing and pitching a tent under the sheet. He hurried to the bathroom to become one with himself, but then the alarm rang.

Chapter 8

The crew that responded to the drowning call was about to stop traffic so they could back the truck in. Captain Marks ran out and stopped them.

“We got another call. Some asshole’s about to jump off a building at Main Street and Kensington. The police are already there. We gotta get a move on.”

Once again, the big red truck was speeding down the streets of California.

Police lights were flashing when they arrived at the scene. Onlookers were pointing to the roof of a tall building. Some were taping it. Many motorists had pulled to the side of the road so they could watch.

Captain Marks got out of his SUV and walked across the street to meet with Anderson and Jenna. He said, “We got a male, early thirties, up there on the roof threatening to jump.”

“Psych team there yet?”

“Not yet. We got a couple officers up there trying to talk him down.”

“How bad is he?”

“He could go at any time, so we’re gonna get up there and get ready. Come with me.”

For some reason, the building managers had shut down the elevators. Marks and his team had to walk up ten flights of stairs to get to the roof. The sun was beaming down on them and they really needed a drink.

The first thing they heard when they got to the top was the jumper screaming, “Stay the fuck away from me!”

A cop held up a hand as a sign of submission and said, “Alright.”

There were four cops up there and they all looked beaten. One of them said, “We’re not getting anywhere with this guy.”

Marks said, “Where the fuck is the psych team?”

“They’ve been called and they’re in route.”

“What are we supposed to do until they get here?” asked Jenna.

“We just sit and wait,” Marks said.

The man looked like he was ready to leap now. Jenna shook her head and said, “No way.” She hopped over the barrier and was on her way before anyone could get a hold of her.

“Jameson!” barked the Captain.

She continued walking to the man. He was wearing an outfit made of denim. It was really dirty though. His hands were very brawny. She guessed he did a lot of work with them. Maybe he was a construction worker who had just gotten laid off.

He blurted, “Get back.”

“Just relax, alright? I just want to talk to you.”

“Just leave me alone. I just need time to think.”

“You have all the time in the world, just tell me your name.”

“Uh…” He was stunned by her dazzling appearance. He didn’t know they made firefighters this pretty. “Anthony, my name’s Anthony,” he said sheepishly.

 “Just do us all a favor and come down from there.”

His face went blank as he pondered the proposal. Still staring down, he started to get teary eyed and said, “No.”

“Anthony, why are you doing this?”

“Wiping away a tear, he said, “That bitch.”

Jenna noticed he couldn’t look her in the eye. He was obviously very shy and unsure of himself around pretty women. She tried to use it to her advantage by complimenting him. “Anthony,” she said, “don’t tell me you’re doing this over a woman. A good looking guy like you could get any woman you want.”

“It’s not that,” he sobbed. “She took my little girl.” He looked up. “You don’t understand. You don’t know what it’s like to think you can…can never hold her, get little kisses, or teach her to ride a bike.”

“Okay Anthony, just calm down. We can get people to help you. Just come down from here and I promise we’ll take care of everything.”

Rapidly shaking his head no, Anthony said, “No, no, it’s too late.”

“What’s her name, Anthony?”

“Mariah.”

“It’s time to put all that pain aside right now and think about Mariah. There’s gonna come a time when she needs her daddy. If you go over that ledge, you’re not gonna be around and I know you don’t want that, Anthony.”

Tears were rolling down his face. He shrugged his shoulders, said, “I don’t know what I want.”

“You gotta be strong for Mariah.”

“Fuck!” Anthony shouted. “Why does life have to be so hard?”

A brief pause, then he said, “Ya know, she turned two the other day, and I went to call her and say happy birthday and her mom wouldn’t even put her on the phone.” He bit his lip as anger boiled inside of him. He started wiping away tears and said, “I just looked at her pictures and cried all night.”

“I bet she looks just like her daddy. Do you have a picture of her, Anthony?”

His facial expression seemed to lighten as he pulled his wallet out.

He caught a glimpse of the fire truck’s ladder being moved into position under the spot where he was standing. “What are you doing? What the fuck are they doing? I swear I’ll jump!”

“Just look at me, Anthony; just look at me. Everything’s gonna be okay. Let me see the picture.”

He leaned over to hand her the wallet. Just as her hand touched his, he lost his footing and screamed as he stumbled over the side of the building!

Jenna grasps his arm and held onto him with the strength of a demon.

Anderson and Captain Marks hurdled the barrier without hesitation. Time was of the essence. Jenna was strong, but she could only hold him for so long. He outweighed her by a good 50 pounds.

Anderson and the Captain reached over the side and grabbed Anthony’s shirt. They pulled the frightened man to safety. The police cuffed him.

Marks glared at Jenna and said, “That was foolish! What were you thinking?”

“It’s better late than never, right?”

Chapter 9

Four whole weeks since the accident, and now that Jenna had saved a man’s life, she was finally starting to lighten up, and when Jenna lightened up, everybody lightened up. She was the spirit of the department.

Smiles were plentiful. It felt good. There hadn’t been a genuine smile in that place for a long time.

They were nearing the end of their two-day shift. That meant five days in a row of rest and relaxation.

Jenna had finished telling Tracey her heroine story. They walked in the sleeping quarters.

Stevens and Ron had just come out of the shower and were busy drying off and putting cologne on.

Tracey asked, “So what’s up with you two?”

Jenna said, “They’ve got a hot double date tonight.”

“What, those personal ads finally paid off,” joked Tracey.

They laughed.

“Come on, guys. Spill the beans. Who are they?”

“Those girls from the pool party.”

Jenna and Tracey gave each other a knowing glance and smiled at each other. They weren’t stupid. They knew how grateful women could be.

Ron and Stevens gave each other a high five and left.

Anderson peered through the door. “Jameson, Captain Marks wants to see you downstairs.”

Judging by his tone and the look on his face, she knew it couldn’t be good news.

“Jenna,” said the Captain. Pointing to a fat older man with a beard, he said, “This is Captain Williams, and you know Lieutenant Hill.” Michael Hill, her ex-boyfriend. Now she was positive this couldn’t be good.

“They’re investigating you in a suspected arson in the factory district and they wanna ask you a couple questions.”

What? Arson? Me?

Michael was very cocky and cynical as he said, “I heard about your showboating today on the roof. Nice work.”

“Will you just…”

“Alright, that’s enough,” interrupted Captain Williams. “Jameson, we’re on an investigation on the case of the burned down warehouse.”

He reached into his right breast pocket and removed something wrapped in plastic. “We found this. It’s your name tag. Do you have any idea how it got there?”

“No,” Jenna said. “I don’t remember dropping this.”

“The reason I ask is because your station wasn’t on this fire.”

“What?”

Captain Williams leaned forward and spoke clearly and slowly. “I said the two-three wasn’t there…so why were you?”

Jenna’s heart skipped a beat. Now she understood what was going on. “I…I wasn’t. I don’t know.”

“We’ll be in touch,” Captain Williams said in way that let them know he thought she had something to do with the fire. He headed to the exit and Captain Marks followed. He noticed Michael wasn’t with him. “Hill!” he barked.

Michael said, “I’ll be there in a minute,” and faced Jenna. “Listen, about that day at the funeral. I just wanna say I’m sorry.”

Jenna gave a fake smile and said, “Michael, save it.” She’d heard it a thousand times before.

“Don’t give me your save-it bullshit. I think we have things to discuss. We didn’t even talk about why you left.”

“I did all the talking, but you never listened.”

“Great, maybe you’re right. But I’m ready to listen now. I’ll do anything,” he said as he approached her and touched her soft cheek. “Remember how good we were together? It can be that way again.”

He started kissing her neck. Jenna allowed him briefly as old feelings started to resurface, but Bill was too special to her to risk losing over Michael’s lies. She pulled away from him. “Michael, please.”

He held her closer and started biting her neck. She tried to pull away. He bit her harder. She shoved him away. “Michael! What the fuck are you doing?”

Michael tried to suppress his rage. He said, “Alright, you’re right. I’m sorry. I just really need this to work.”

“Why don’t you just leave me alone?” Jenna turned and ran upstairs.

Michael watched her go, his rage growing with every stair she climbed. How could that ungrateful bitch betray me like that? He felt utterly rejected, used, and hurt beyond repair. He’d sacrificed his career for her and she wouldn’t so much as give him a few seconds to talk it over. His pain turned to hatred in a matter of seconds.

“I’ll fucking leave you alone!” he shouted. “I’m the one who’s fucking alone! I put my life on the fucking line for you and this is the thanks I get!”

Jenna turned at the top of the stairs. She didn’t recognize the man at the bottom. She’d seen him angry before, but now he looked scary, terrifying even. His face was blood-red and twisted in an evil fury.

A cold chill made her shiver. She was really afraid of what he might be capable of.

Chapter 10

“How do I look?” asked Trisha.

“For the ump-teenth time, you look fine,” answered Stephanie. “I’d bang ya.”

Trisha smiled. “I just wanna look good for the guys.”

Stephanie wrapped her arms around her and planted a wet kiss on her mouth. She looked her up and down and said, “Believe me, you look good.”

Trisha was wearing a lime wrap-around skirt with a matching bikini top that accentuated her well-developed abs. She was stunning.

Stephanie was just was sexy. She was wearing a black miniskirt with high heels and no panties.

It was her idea to ask the guys over. She felt so bad about nearly drowning Trisha that she volunteered to have sex with a man for her. The logical choice was the men who saved her life.

Stephanie had never been with a man before, so Trisha spent all day teaching her how to perform oral sex by substituting a Popsicle for a penis. Stephanie was a natural. She got the technique down within a few tries.

After that, they spent the rest of the day cleaning the house. They finally got it the way they wanted it. The main thing was to get neon lights set up around the swimming pool to give off a romantic glow.

The doorbell rang as Stephanie was putting the finishing touches on her lipstick. She waited outside on the terrace while Trisha answered the door.

“Hi, guys,” she said.

Ron and Stevens were taken aback. Oddly enough, Trisha was even sexier with clothes. The outfit made her look dazzling. Ron was captivated by the development in her abs. He liked to work out too, so he knew a body builder when he saw one.

She welcomed them in and led them through the house to the pool. It looked a lot different from earlier. There was a fantastic violet glow out back.

Stephanie sat with her legs crossed, sipping a glass of red wine. They walked out back. She stood to welcome them.

“I can’t thank you guys enough for saving me today,” Trisha said.

“Aw, it’s all in a day’s work,” said Ron, regretting it as soon as it came out of his mouth. It sounded so corny, but the women didn’t seem to notice.

“Oh, quit being modest,” said Stephanie.

Ron asked Trisha if she wanted to go for a swim. She laughed and said, “I think I’ve had my fill of water for the day. How ‘bout a drink?”

She led him back to the living room. Stephanie stayed outside with Stevens. He liked the scenery with the blue water and neon glow.

She asked, “Would you like to go for a swim?”

He laughed, said, “I didn’t bring my bathing suit.”

Stephanie started sliding the straps off her shoulders. Looking up at him with her big, brown eyes, she said, “You don’t need a bathing suit.”

Stevens’s eyes popped open. He started unbuttoning his shirt and said, “Skinny dipping—that’s good. Okay.”

Stephanie had never felt this way towards a man, but the sight of Stevens getting naked was making her pussy juices stir. Not that Stevens had a great body or anything. He had a skinny, white-boy body. It was his heroic actions earlier that got her steamy and hot.

“Come on, hurry up,” she said softly as she leaned back and dipped her hair in the lukewarm water and lifted her D-cup breasts out to give Stevens a taste of what was coming.

His haste to get his clothes off ended up slowing him down. Stephanie was totally naked and waiting for him in the pool by the time he got his shirt undone. Then she waited patiently as he struggled to get his shoes and pants off. She had to admit that he was cute in a boyish kind of way.

When he finally got his clothes off, she stepped in the pool. Stephanie treaded to side his side, wasting no time in finding out what it was like to kiss a man.

She pressed her soft tits on his chest and held him close. It felt strange not feeling a chest like her own, but she adjusted quickly and started kissing him more aggressively.

Stevens sat on the edge of the pool with his legs spread wide. Stephanie wanted to put her cock sucking lessons to use.

She grabbed his penis, felt it pulsing in her hands. She gave the head a hard suck and then let the whole shaft enter her mouth. It was really smooth and thick. It didn’t have a taste aside from the chlorinated water.

She felt it touch the back of her throat and almost lost her lunch out of shock. She pulled it out and swallowed it back down. This time she let it stay there until her throat adjusted.

She started contracting her throat muscles on it. When she lifted her head, she could taste a hint of pre-cum. It was salty.

Suddenly her pussy started streaming vaginal juices into the warm water and she started sucking his cock at a frenzied pace.

It was just like the Popsicle except it was warm and didn’t melt as she sucked it. On the contrary, she could swear his dick got bigger while it was in her mouth.

After a few minutes, she started getting the hang of it and even went into a split, letting the water swish around on her horny pussy while she blew him.

Trisha took Ron’s glass of wine and sat it next to hers on the coffee table. She faced Ron and said, “I was real happy when Stephanie said she invited you guys over tonight.” She massaged his bulky shoulder. “I wanted to show you my appreciation.”

She leaned in and gently kissed his lips. Ron was a good kisser with a soft tongue.

She helped him get his shirt off and kissed her way down his equally impressive body. She pulled his cock out his pants. It was already hard and pulsing in her hand.

She watched his reaction as she licked pre-cum off the tip and inhaled his cock in her mouth. She’d take it so deep that her lips touched his pubic hairs, then slowly rise up and gulp it back down.

Trisha’s bobbing motion caused her tits to rub on his pant material. Her cunt trickled pussy juice. It started oozing out and sliding down her thigh. Mmmmmmm.

She stroked his cock with her hand and circled the head with her tongue while she let her warm breath blow over it.

Ron leaned back and enjoyed both shows. From where he was sitting, he could see Stevens getting his shaft spit-shined by Stephanie in the pool. They held each other’s hand as they got out and came in the living room.

Stephanie had a beautiful shape. Her tits were huge and her pussy hair was shaven into a perfect triangle. Ron felt his cock swelling larger as she came nearer.

Trisha was still slurping Ron’s cock. She and Stephanie traded places.

Trisha leaned in and started sucking on her friend’s fat outer lips while Stevens eased in behind her. He spread Trisha’s vagina and slid his pulsing shaft inside.

He watched Trisha sucking on her pussy. The more he watched, the more eager his cock grew. He started pounding hard in her twat. The pleasure became too great and Trisha had to stop licking her pussy to concentrate on her own sex.

Stephanie stared at Ron’s meaty cock wondering what it would feel like inside of her. Her pussy was dripping juice and she wanted it so bad, but most women said their first time hurt. Stephanie had had sex with many women, but when it came to dealing with dicks, she was still a virgin.

She built up a huge ball of saliva and left it on the tip of Ron’s prick for added lubrication. She mounted him and put his throbbing cock head between her pussy lips. Her legs started twitching when she felt the heat from his shaft on her sex. “Ohhh,” she moaned.

Ron watched her pussy spread wider as more and more of his girth entered her hole. His cock was jumping madly. The only thing keeping it from moving was the amazing tightness in Stephanie’s hole. He hadn’t felt a pussy this tight since high school.

She took his whole cock inside her on the first try and started rocking on it.

Seeing Stephanie stuffed full of cock triggered an intense orgasm in Trisha. Her pussy oozed hot cum as Stevens gladly pushed it back up in her.

Trisha inched her way over to the couch. She pulled Ron’s cock out of Stephanie’s pussy when she was at the peak of a bounce, and shoved it in her own mouth, sucking her girlfriend’s sweet juices off.

Ron nearly came in her mouth. Then he felt warm, wet skin touch his cock as she stuffed it back inside of Stephanie. “Oh shit!” he moaned.

Trisha wasn’t satisfied with the sample taste. She told Stephanie to turn around and ride him backwards so she could lick her clit. She did so, and Trisha alternated between a mouthful of cock and a mouthful of pussy as Stevens drilled her pussy from behind.

She came again. This was like a fantasy come to life. She’d bury her face in Stephanie’s pierced pussy while she bounced up and down on his shaft until her tongue got tired.

“Oh, Yes! Oooohhhh! Yeah, fuck! Fuck me, oh yeah,” screamed Stephanie. Her pussy contracted unbelievably tight around his cock. She came so hard that she almost passed out with him deep inside of her.

The couch was a normal size, but they somehow managed to fit all four of them on it at one time. They’d traded back to their original partners.

The women were lying on their backs on half the couch each. Ron was waist deep in Trisha’s tight hole and Stevens had Stephanie’s legs so high that her head touched her knees.

Stevens was hypnotized by Stephanie’s beautiful dark eyes looking up at him. Their faces were very close. The room smelled of freaky sex. Her pussy was really tender at this point. His cock pulsed with every thrust into her wet cunt. She let out a low squeak that almost sent him over the edge.

Think of the weather. Think of hockey scores. Just don’t cum yet, thought Stevens.

Stephanie was cumming on his dick again. She started mirroring his movements, meeting his thrusts with uncontrolled lust.

Trisha asked, “Ever fuck on a glass coffee table?”

Ron looked at the thin table and said, “Isn’t that kinda dangerous?”

Trisha smiled and said, “Yeah!”

Fuck it. They traded partners once again. Trisha laid her sweaty body on the table.

Stephanie bent over with her head above Trisha’s and let Ron go to work of her soft hole. Stevens pleasured himself in Trisha’s asshole this time, but he was careful not to hit too hard or else the glass could break.

The thought of it was stressing him out, but Trisha seemed aroused by it. She and Stephanie started kissing as another intense orgasm hit her.

“Fuck my ass,” she screamed.

Soon, all four of them were moaning in pleasure and kissing and sucking whatever came near their mouths.

The distinct blissful tingle of a brewing orgasm overwhelmed Stevens. He pulled his cock out and let his gooey genetic code squirt all over Trisha’s wet cunt.

Poor Ron had reached his limits as well. He could have gone longer but seeing his friend squirt all over Trisha gave him a need to relieve himself.

He pulled his cock out of Stephanie’s pussy and started stroking it rapidly over Trisha’s head. Stephanie kneeled; putting her head by her girlfriend’s face, and waited patiently to get her first taste of male semen.

“Here it comes,” groaned Ron.

Spunk shot out and dribbled down to Trisha’s face. Most of it was getting in her eyes and nose, but that didn’t stop her from opening wide in hopes of getting a mouthful.

Stevens and Ron backed away and watched the girls. Stephanie tongue kissed her friend. They intertwined their tongues and swapped cum in and out of their mouths, then swallowed it when they were done.

Trisha got off the table. She asked the guys, “How was that for a thank you?”

Ron smiled and said, “I think you showed your gratitude quite well.”

“I’ll bet you’ve never been thanked like that before.”

“No, ma’am,” lied Ron. This sort of thing happened about three or four times a year. Stephanie and Trisha might have been the sexiest women they had so far, but they were far from the firsts.

The guys got dressed and kissed the girls goodnight.

“I think I’m in love,” said Stevens as they got in the car.

Ron started laughing. He said, “You’re not in love.”

“No, I think this is the real thing. I think Stephanie is the one for me and I know she felt the same way. I could see it in her eyes when I was banging her.”

Sarcastically, Ron said, “Yeah right. And I could see it too when I was cumming in her mouth.”

“Hey, don’t talk that way about my woman.”

Ron laughed. He threw up his hands in submission and said, “Easy, buddy, I’m only kidding.” He started the car and backed out of the driveway.

“I’m serious, man. I felt a connection with her. I think she was really digging me.”

The funny thing is Stephanie really was digging him. The whole night she thought of him. Her pussy was on fire the whole night.

She slept on the couch because she felt like she was cheating on Stevens when Trisha tried to snuggle close to her. She enjoyed her first taste of cock a little more than she’d expected.

She didn’t sleep a wink that night. She lay in the living room staring up at the ceiling wondering what changes were happening in her and what it was going to do to her relationship with Trisha.

Chapter 11

“I still can’t believe they think I had anything to do with this,” said Jenna.

She was leaning on a wall talking to her friend, Bell, on a payphone. She was supposed to be off work, but someone called in sick so she volunteered to take his place. She wanted every penny she could get in case they suspended her or worse.

She looked a mess. Stress was apparent in her young face. She had taken a shower but she hadn’t blown her hair dry. It looked awful.

“How did it get there,” asked Bell over the phone.

“I don’t know; it must be an old tag or something. You know I lose them all the time.”

“Are they gonna keep you?”

“I have no idea. They said they’re still investigating, so who knows?”

Mike entered the room, his boots clanking on the floor as he walked his cocky walk to his bunk.

“Listen Bell, I gotta go, okay? I’ll see ya tomorrow. Bye.” She hung up and lay down on her bunk, which was next to Mike’s.

He was reading through a porn magazine. Jenna looked at it and her lips curved into a slight smile. Mike was a nasty boy who was full of himself. He’d been trying to get in Jenna’s pants for the longest. Luckily she didn’t work too many shifts with him, and the only reason she was working with him now was because of the call-off.

He noticed Jenna was wearing a very tight top that looked like a bra. Her jumbo tits pressed firm against it. Between that and his porn magazine, his beefy cock was starting to slide down his leg.

“Hi, Dirty Old Man,” said Jenna.

“Hey, if the Supreme Court says we can have these dirty magazines in our barracks, then fuck it,” he said matter-of-factly. “It’s good enough for me. Want one?”

He was irritating, but very charming. Jenna couldn’t help but smile at him. “You pervert,” she said.

Mike joked, “Believe me; I read these magazines strictly for the articles.”

“Yeah, right. That’s what they all say,” she laughed.

He leaned forward. “Have you ever thought about posing nude?” The thought of Jenna’s huge tits in a porno made his cock stiffen some more.

Jenna turned her back to him and said, “Yeah, right, in your dreams.”

Mike was a tall, muscular man with a sexy build and a boatload of arrogant charm. The only thing that kept Jenna from sleeping with him was Bill.

She wanted to let him fuck her very badly although she’d never let Mike know that. She didn’t want his head to get any bigger or else he might not be able to make it down the pole.

The thought of having sex with him caused her pussy to tingle. Mike was good at reading faces. Jenna was glad she had her back to him or else he would have seen it in her eyes and then he really would’ve hounded her.

She drifted off into a wet dream while Mike gawked at her sexy figure and fantasized about her.

Jenna was dressed in sexy, thigh-length, red leather boots with a matching bikini bottom and gloves. Her breasts were bare. She was wearing a spiked red collar and her hair was tied in two braided ponytails.

She had the look a nymphomaniac as she started dancing seductively to heavy rock music. There were flames all around her, very close, but none could touch or harm her. She controlled them and they obeyed.

Mike appeared out of nowhere. He was wearing something that he would never wear in real life—fireman’s boots and a harness, nothing else.

His bare cock pressed against Jenna’s leather bottom as they attacked each other, their lips locking in a passionate kiss.

Though Mike was taller than Jenna in real life, she seemed to dwell a few inches over him now. She tossed her head back and let Mike cup and suck her bosomy chest.

Jenna turned around. Mike spooned in behind her and squeezed her bare tits from behind as she forced her ass back into his crotch. She was teasing him. He smashed her tits together and started kissing her neck. A moan escaped her mouth.

She squatted a little lower. Mike dropped with her. He slid his rough hands along her inner thighs and started rubbing her nub.

Jenna dropped to her knees. His cock was massive and throbbing and begging for satisfaction so she wrapped her glossy lips around it and started sucking it. Her pussy started creaming as she felt the smooth head of his penis glide over the roof of her mouth and tongue.

Flames sparked up higher as a reaction to her lust. White smoke floated around the room.

“Mmmm” moaned Jenna. Her pace quickened.

Mike moaned as she held his hands and started sucking him deep. She let his cock slip in and out of her wet mouth until it was almost about to fall out, and then she’d suck it back in hard and deep, giving it the tight squeeze of a virgin’s cunt.

She stood and propped her leg on the same barrel that Mike was leaning on. Her leather bikini bottom had somehow disappeared.

“Stick your tongue in me,” she commanded.

A high screech came out of Jenna’s mouth when she felt Mike’s tender tongue enter her snatch. Her pussy tightened and started pumping hot juice into his mouth.

He lapped it down like a thirsty dog. Mmmmm.

“Yes!” she creamed. She rammed her crotch in his face so hard that he had to hold on by grabbing her around her tan lines to keep from falling over.

When he’d swallowed his fill of pussy juice, he bent her over the barrel. Her clit was poking out and that entire crotch area was sopping wet.

He put his hard cock between her puffy lips and pushed forward. “Ohhh!” moaned Jenna. She was trembling. She had an instance climax.

Mike enjoyed the feel of her tight hole contracting on his shaft. He didn’t move until he’d run out of hole to shove it in, then he put her leg up and started chopping her pussy brutally to the beat of the music.

Flames sparked again as their master spilled her love juice all over Mike’s hard cock. Her eyes rolled back and she almost passed out. “Yeah, fuck meee!”

He turned her around. She put one of her long, slender legs over his shoulder. Mike was surprised at the flexibility in Jenna’s tender body.

He watched her face twist in passion as he was shoving his dick back inside her. “Fuck my pussy harder!”

He heard an explosion coming from behind them, but the explosion couldn’t hurt them. Instead, it turned them on more. Again, they heard a loud bang and Mike shoved his sex deeper and harder in Jenna’s eager nest.

He took her breast in his mouth. “Yes,” she moaned. They took turned rubbing her clit as he continued to drill her.

The fire rose high enough to touch the ceiling, yet nothing burned still.

Mike’s cock was burning like the flames around them. They were both moaning and screaming at the tops of their lungs.

He started fucking her harder, making her tits jiggle with every thrust. She shoved her tongue in his mouth, and that was it.

“Aahhhhh!” he screamed as he pulled his cock out and started stroking it.

Jenna slid down the barrel to her knees without breaking eye contact with his bucking cock.

The flames were so bright that the room was illuminated in a glorious red glow. Yellow sparks danced everywhere.

Mike convulsed from the unbearable sensation of lust he felt as hot spoo burst free of his throbbing cock and landed on Jenna’s tits two feet away.

He kept stroking his cock. More cum dribbled down. Jenna closed her mouth around his spent prick and started sucking for what was left in him.

Mike’s lust started dying down. Jenna was satisfied as well.

The flames started receding with their desires until there was nothing left, just the two of them sleeping in their bunks at the 23rd District Fire Department.

Chapter 12

The call came in the early hours of the morning.

This time Jenna was working with her normal crew, plus a black man named Bill Johnson, a chunky, cute black man with glasses.

There was a report of a baby drowning in a bath tub. The crew gathered their things and hopped on the truck.

Jenna gave herself a mental pep talk as they sped down the street. Another drowning call. She was determined not to freeze up this time.

Odd, but the house was quiet when they got there. Usually there would be a frantic parent standing outside to flag them down. There wasn’t a soul to be seen anywhere.

Captain Marks wondered if they’d gotten the right house for a moment. He checked the address. They were at the right place.

Johnson led the way inside. “Hello?” he called as he opened the door. He didn’t see anyone on the first floor.

“I’m upstairs,” he heard a woman yell. It was coming from the second floor.

Johnson scaled the stairs two at a time with Jill and Anderson close behind him. He was first in the bathroom.

A blood rush turned his ebony cheeks a dark shade of red. There was a woman in the bathtub and no babies to be found anywhere. He looked away and tried to hide a sheepish grin.

Her name was Cindy. She was butt-ass naked and her toe was wedged in the faucet.

“Hi,” said the beautiful blonde trying to cover her enormous melons with her arm. “My toe kinda got stuck.”

Anderson and Jill were more experienced than Johnson. They could tell she was faking her embarrassment. She was a groupie. She faked these calls because she wanted a big, strong firefighter to come to her rescue.

She wanted them to see her wet tits glistening in the water so they could lust after her and try to fuck later on, which she would gladly do after playing hard-to-get for a couple weeks.

She was sexy, but she looked so silly with her toe in the faucet. Johnson and Anderson couldn’t think about sex at a time like this. They were too busy trying not to laugh.

Anderson was on the verge of losing control so he said, “I think this one’s your alley, buddy.” To Jill, he whispered, “You stay here and make sure he doesn’t get in any trouble.”

Anderson went in the hallway. He doubled over laughing. His face turned bright red. There were veins popping out of his neck.

It got to the point that he couldn’t keep quiet anymore. He went a little further down the hall. He looked in one of the open doors. It was a bedroom. He went inside, closed the door and buried his face in a pillow to muffle his loud bellows of laughter.

Meanwhile, Johnson took his yellow coat off and kneeled next to the tub. He tried to focus on the toe, but Cindy’s tits were so big.

Her arm wasn’t doing very much good at keeping them concealed. He couldn’t help but sneak a peak every now and then as he worked. He could see part of a brown nipple at the top of her arm. His cock started getting hard.

He touched her toe. She tensed and started giggling. “Ooh, that tickles,” she said.

He turned to Jill and said, “I think I’m gonna need a little help here.”

She opened a yellow medicine box and handed Johnson a bottle of ointment to use for lubrication.

Cindy started making baby faces at him as he spread the ointment around her toes. Jill couldn’t take anymore. She was making her sick. She had to leave.

“I don’t mean to tickle you,” said Johnson.

She looked him square in the eye and said, “It’s okay, you can’t help it.” Referring to his fingers, she said, “They’re just so big and long.”

The water was clear and shallow. He could see through to her pubic mound. It was bald and fat, and her clit swollen and prominent between her pussy lips. His cock was at full salute now.

Jill talked it over with Anderson and they decided to play a little joke on Jenna and Bill. Jill had to do the talking because Anderson didn’t think he could say it with a straight face.

They ran outside. Jill tried her hardest to look panicked, said, “They need you inside. The little girl was stuck in the tub and Johnson’s having a hard time getting her breathing.”

Jenna and Bill sprinted upstairs to the bathroom. As they entered, Jenna said, “What’ve we got here?”

They stopped dead in their tracks when they saw what was going on. Bill leaned out the door with a rye smirk on his face and said, “Very funny, guys.”

Jenna gave him a what’s-next look and said, “I give up.”

Johnson freed Cindy’s toe as Bill and Jenna were leaving. Cindy leaned forward and said, “Thanks, you are so great! Wow!”

Johnson talked with her for a few moments. When it was time to leave, she opened her arms and gave him a tight squeeze, pressing his face in her wet cleavage. His cock was throbbing now.

They were alone, so he quickly scribbled his name and number on a piece of toilet paper and mouthed the words, “Call me.”

Jill was smoking a cigarette when Jenna came out with her boyfriend and Johnson. Jenna said, “That was a babe in the tub, not a baby in the tub.”

Although it was a warm morning, Johnson had his fire jacket closed tight to hide the tent in his pants.

Jill said, “Hey, Johnson, did she show you her rubber ducky?”

“Everything but,” he answered with the biggest smile of them all.

“Okay, Romeo, let’s go,” said Anderson, and they headed back to the station cracking jokes on him the entire trip.

Mike was one of the firefighters still at the station on standby. He was throwing darts at the dartboard when Stevens walked in and said, “Hey, Mike, the captain wanted us to finish mopping the floor downstairs while they were out.”

Mike sighed, said, “I hate mopping that big-ass fucking floor.”

“I already did most of it,” said Stevens as he wiped sweat from his forehead. “You got the rest.”

“Why don’t you take care of it for me?”

Stevens laughed. “I don’t think so.”

“Come on, I’ll play ya for it,” said Mike holding up a dart. “If I win, you mop my half of the floor. If you win, you get a hundred bucks.”

“Sure, I’ll take your money,” Stevens said as he approached. “One throw each?”

“Closest wins, sure.”

Stevens threw first. He was excited to see that his dart landed only one space away from the bull’s eye. “Yes! I can taste that money already.”

Mike took a deep breath and tossed his dart. It landed directly in the center.

“Fuck!” shouted Stevens.

Mike gave him a pat on the back and waved goodbye to him. “Have fun.”

Sandy brushed by him as he was leaving and started asking Mike questions about Jenna and the arson case.

He filled her in on the rumors he’d heard floating around the station. He picked up a new dart and tossed it at the board.

“Nice shot,” said Sandy, but she was more concerned with hearing more about Jenna.

He said, “So anyway, I don’t know; that’s just what I heard. They think she had something to do with those arson fires downtown.”

Sandy rolled her eyes. Sarcastically, she said, “Yeah, like I’ll believe that for a second.”

Stevens stopped as he was entering the downstairs lobby where the fire trucks were kept. He sighed as he looked at the long stretch of floor that he had to mop because he was dumb enough to make that bogus bet.

He took his shirt back off, picked up the mop, and started working on the other half. This time he worked slower. His arms were really tired.

He saw the door open slowly out of the corner if his eye. He knew it couldn’t be someone who worked there because they usually opened the door quickly and made a lot of noise when they did it.

At the precise moment the other crew had arrived at Cindy’s house, a beautiful blonde named Jane knocked three times on the fire department door and stuck her head through. “Hi, she said, “My car just broke down. Do you think I can use your telephone?”

She walked inside. Stevens was stunned by her gorgeous appearance. She was wearing long white stockings, high heeled boots and a sexy pink raincoat.

Somehow he just knew there weren’t any clothes under that raincoat. It was wrapped too tight around her body, plus it wasn’t raining outside.

Stevens looked her up and down, observed her sexy walk and the seductive way she looked at him.

“Sure, the phone’s right around there,” he pointed.

Jane started walking in the direction he pointed. She said, “Wow, look at this truck. This is great.”

She started walking along the length of the truck acting like she admired it. She wasn’t the least bit interested in the truck.

She was after something more lucrative. Jane was a prostitute who was tired of sucking cocks for a living.

If Stevens would’ve been paying closer attention, he would have noticed the black purse he thought she was carrying was actually a small camcorder. Her plan was to tape something controversial so news companies would pay her enough to retire off of.

Stevens seemed to be taking the bait nicely, and the firehouse was empty. Everything was going better than she thought it would.

She neared the middle of the truck and said, “What are all these buttons and knobs for?”

Stevens hurried to her side. He explained what most of the switches, dials, knobs, and buttons did, not that Jane was paying any attention.

She took a step closer, looked up with her dreamy, bedroom eyes; and slid her hand along a red pipe that strangely reminded her of a cock. She asked, “And what about this one?”

“This one is a shutoff valve. When one of the hoses isn’t being used, we use this to release the pressure so the hose doesn’t explode.”

She waited for him to finish talking. When he was done, she leaned into him and grabbed a handful of Stevens’s penis as she said, “What about this big knob?”

She was pleased to see that it was already a little stiff.

Stevens shuddered when she touched him. “Whoa,” he moaned, and started giggling bashfully.

“What can this do?” asked Jane and she massaged his dick and balls and backed him into the truck. “Come on. Take it out and let me see what it can do.”

I can’t believe my luck. First Stephanie and Trisha, now this sexy blonde, thought Stevens. But he didn’t want to have sex at work because he didn’t know how long the other half of the crew would be out.

Jane unzipped his pants with one hand as she kissed his neck. That took away what little will he had to resist. He leaned back on the truck and let her have her way with him.

She took her raincoat off and dropped to her knees. As expected, she wasn’t wearing anything other than pink panties and a matching bra.

She pulled his pants to the floor and took his member in her mouth without using her hands. She started twisted her head in a corkscrew motion as she slurped his cock and moaned with delight.

Stevens grabbed her head and thrust his cock deeper in her warm mouth. She was growling and moaning as she savagely attacked him. “Mmmmmm!” she moaned. Her pussy started getting hot.

Stevens reached over and started squeezing Jane’s soft ass as she continued to suck him off. It looked so sexy in her pink panties. He wanted to see if her pussy was as good as her mouth.

He sat on the truck’s running board and helped Jane to her feet while she slid her panties down.

They kissed passionately. Jane wrapped a leg around him and pressed her hot cunt to his crotch and started grinded him.

His wet cock slid around on her pubic mound. Every now and then his cock head would slip between her pussy lips. Jane would cry out as she felt it pushing at her hole before it slipped out and slipped in again.

Stevens spun her around. He cupped her tits as he allowed his cock to fall between her soft ass cheeks. She reached between her legs and grabbed a handful of his throbbing cock, felt it pulsing in her hand, and slid it in her pussy.

Stevens started trembling as she lowered her body on his shaft. It was so tight and wet. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He fought to keep from squealing as Jane’s cunt consumed the full length of his prick.

She started bouncing on his dick as she watched him over her shoulder and fed from his lust

He grabbed her hands. He held them behind her back. She continued rocking her eager hole on his prick. His roughness made her pussy stream more.

Stevens kicked his pants the rest of the way off. Jane leaned into the truck and poked her ass out, eagerly waiting for Stevens to stuff her.

He looked at her bent over with those sexy, white stocking and high heeled boots and he almost came just looking at her. He eased up behind her and filled her with his pulsing rod.

“Fuck me,” she moaned.

He loved the view from the back. Jane had a great figure. Her slim waist fit nicely in her round, petite ass. He kneaded her soft ass as he drilled her hole, never taking his eyes off the way it jiggled with each thrust.
 
She watched over her right shoulder until she saw the look of a man who about to cum appear on his face. She stood up. His cock fell out. She grabbed her camcorder and asked, “Have you ever been videotaped?”

Stevens felt awkward. He said, “What?”

“I wanna videotape you fucking me.”

His cock was jumping. She stopped at the exact moment he was about to cum. He was dying to get back inside her and lessen the agonizing tingle in his loins. “Fuck,” he said out of frustration.

“Please,” Jane said looking at him with her pretty eyes. She started playing in her pubic hairs and spread her pussy lips.

How could he say no to a sight like that? “Okay, get up on top,” he ordered.

He smacked her sexy ass as she ascended the truck. Damn, she looked good in those laced stockings.

She lay on her back with her legs spread wide open. Stevens slid his eager prick in the Vee of her hot crotch. He bypassed her pussy when he saw the ridges of her asshole an inch below it.

She almost lost control and dropped the camera when she felt him shoving his member deep inside her brown eye without giving it time to adjust.

Her ass tensed as he started pushing his swollen meat in it. It was a surprise, but it felt really good. It had been a long time since she’d had a dick in her butt. Most customers either wanted straight sex or a blowjob.

She activated the camera. Her pussy tingled as the sight of him pounding her hole appeared on the black screen. She could almost taste the money now.

Jane enjoyed the anal pounding as she taped Stevens, and got plenty of shots of the firehouse so there wouldn’t be a debate about where they were when this happened. After she got all the shots, she started to focus her attention on Stevens and the tingly sensation in asshole.

“Fuck my ass,” she said, Stevens’s body glistening with sweat in the camera lens. She got a close-up of him sliding his fat prick in her nest. It felt so good. It was driving her crazy. “That’s it, baby.”

Her ass was so much tighter than her pussy. Stevens felt a burning tingle in his penis. His ass clenched and hot cum started pouring out of his member. He pulled out and let it spill all over her swollen pussy lips.

The sensation was so heavenly that he accidentally let out a very loud scream that made it all the way upstairs to the keen ears of Ron, Tracey, Sandy, and Mike. Ron had a gut feeling that he knew what was going on, so he volunteered to go down and check it out.

He walked in just as Stevens was stroking the last of his seed onto Jane’s slit. Ron said, “Stevens, what do you think you’re doing? If the captain catches you, your ass is history.”

“The captain is not gonna catch me, okay?”

“That’s what you think,” said Ron as he took the camera from Jane.

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing, asshole?” she shouted.

“Look, man, why don’t you just lighten up?” said Stevens.

Ron started taking the film out of the camcorder. He looked up at Stevens and said, “Lighten up? Do you know what happened to the last guy who got caught fucking in the station? He ended up on Hardcopy, Entertainment Tonight, and now his ass is out of the squad.”

He handed Jane her empty camera. The film was safe in the palm of his hand. “You gotta go,” he said.

“Can I have my tape back?” Jane asked.

“No.” He looked her straight in the eye, held the tape up, and started ripping the film out.

Jane felt like her heart was going to stop. She was on top of a fire truck. She’d just been fucked and she didn’t have anything to show for it—no money, no tape to sell, nothing.

“Get the fuck out of here,” said Ron.

If there’s one thing life on the streets had taught her, it’s that there’ll always be a second chance as long as you don’t fuck everything up by losing control the first time something goes wrong.

She took her raincoat off the floor and politely walked out. Her idea worked the first time; it would work again. She just needed to learn from this experience and come up with a better plan.

Ron waited until he heard the door click shut before he started lecturing his friend. “Stevens, what are you doing, man. You stupid fuck.” He threw the unraveled tape at him and walked out.

Stevens leaned on his elbows thinking of the bad decision he’d just made. Ron was right. That woman could have used that tape to cause a lot of problems for him.

He also felt remorseful for having sex with another woman after he’d just given Ron that long speech the other night about Stephanie being the woman of his dreams.

He felt like an ass-naked hypocrite, and it didn’t feel good.

Chapter 13

Another day had gone by and the rumors around the 23rd were starting to get ridiculous.

Jenna paid it no mind at first, but she went to Captain Marks about it when someone came to her and asked if it was true that she had conspired to start the fire with Bill as a symbol of her their burning love for each other.

The captain was astonished that a group of the best firefighters he’d ever worked with would allow the rumors to mutate like that.

He said, “Jenna, you should take the rest of the day off and get some rest. I’ll take care of it.”

“That’s not necessary, Sir.”

“No, really, take the rest of the day off; get some rest. You’ve been going through a lot lately. If you get too tired out, you’re not gonna be any good to anybody.” He gave her a fatherly smile and said, “I prefer to think of it as an investment in company assets.”

“Thank you, Captain,” Jenna said.

She went to the sleeping quarters and started getting her civilian clothes out of her locker. Bill Johnson was walking past. He said, “Jenna, your shift ain’t over ‘til six.”

She filled him in on the crazy rumors that were going around and told him Captain Marks gave her permission to leave early.

Johnson smiled, said, “Remember that woman who got her toe stuck in the faucet?”

“Yes,” Jenna said with a giggle.

“I got a date with her tonight.”

“I figured that would happen. I could tell she had the hots for you.”

“Yeah, but I’ll bet you didn’t know she had the hots for you too.”

Jenna was surprised. “Wh…what?”

“I said, ‘She’s got the hots for you too.’ She mentioned something about us having a threesome with you tonight after dinner. I told her you had to work, but since you’re off, you might as well come with us and get your groove on.”

“Johnson!”

“What?”

“I can’t believe you asked me that. You know I’m with Bill.”

“I know, but didn’t you say he lets you sleep with women?”

“Yes.”

“Well there you go,” he said as if the answer should be obvious.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean you and me can both get our groove on with Cindy. We don’t have to have sex with each other. She can be the meat in our sex sandwich and we can be the bread.” He had a big, goofy smile on his face that made Jenna grin.

She thought it over for a moment and said, “Okay, it’s on.”

Captain Marks called each of his crew members into his office and questioned them about the rumors one at a time. Everybody was pointing the finger at everybody else, but there were two names that seemed to come out of everybody’s mouth—Ron and Stevens, the Goose and Maverick of the 23rd.

After speaking to everybody else about it, he found them sitting on their bunks. He walked in just in time to catch the tail end of a conversation about Jenna.

He chewed them out about it for fifteen minutes straight with spit flying out of mouth. His face was blood red when he finally stopped talking.

Ron tried to plead their side by blaming other people, but Marks had had enough. He was tired of it.

“All I am saying is I want the rumors about Jameson to stop until the investigation is complete and the results are released. I don’t wanna hear another fucking word about it! Do you understand?”

They nodded.

“Good,” Marks said in a calm voice as if nothing had happened. Then he politely walked away.

Jenna met up with Cindy at a classy downtown restaurant. Heads had been turning from the second the lovely young women stepped through the door.

They were both blonde and beautiful and wearing pumps and miniskirts that barely covered their crotches. Their tops were tight and short, accentuating their sexy bellies and plump breasts.

They’d just finished eating dinner.  Jenna pushed her plate away and said, “That was really good.”

Cindy said, “Super yummy,” in her ditsy way of talking. She was incredibly sexy, but oh-so dumb. She could be really irritating sometimes.

Jenna sipped the last bit of her champagne. The waiter asked if he could interest them in some coffee.

“No, could we just get the check, please? Thanks.”

The captain was right. It was nice being able to take a day off and relax. She felt a lot better.

Cindy said, “I was glad that you were able to come out this evening. Too bad Bill couldn’t join us.”

“Yeah, he said he had to stay at the station ‘til about midnight.” He ended up filling in for Jenna. How ironic. “But he’ll meet us back at the house,” Jenna said. “We’ll get better acquainted.” She smiled and winked.

“Mmmm,” Cindy moaned. “Ya know, it has been sooo long since I have been able to go out. And I was so excited to find out that you were into girls too.”

Jenna felt Cindy’s hand touching her thigh under the table. “Easy now,” she said and pushed her hand away.

Cindy touched her again. This time she slid her hand all the way up her thigh. Jenna pushed her hand away again, but this time Cindy had triggered something in her. Her pussy started getting that itch. She said, “Wait until we get home.”

Cindy said, “I want you now.” She lifted a red napkin and intentionally dropped it. “Oops. Excuse me.”

Jenna watched in horror as she crawled under the table. She seemed like a spontaneous woman who would happily eat another woman’s pussy in a crowded restaurant and wouldn’t care if they got caught.

“Don’t!” Jenna commanded, but it was too late. She felt Cindy forcefully spread her thighs, move her panties aside, and blow on her clitoris just before she closed her lips around it and started sucking.

Jenna’s pussy started dripping juice in her mouth instantly. She hadn’t had a good fucking since Bill after the funeral, but she had a lot to lose if somebody saw them.

“Check,” she called out. “Could we please get the check please?”

The waiter came over and placed the check on the table as Cindy licked her pulsing cunt.

It’d be a 20-minute drive home. That was a long way to travel with a horny pussy, Jenna thought. She said, “Could you tell me where the bathroom is?”

Cindy pinned her to the bathroom wall. They locked eyes. Their breathing was heavy and rapid.

Cindy slid her hands down Jenna’s slim waist as she passionate kissed her mouth. Her tongue was soft and sweet and the kiss seemed to fuel their lusts for each other. Every kiss was deeper and harder than the last.

Jenna noticed a full length mirror on the wall next to them. They looked really erotic huddled against the wall with their huge tits smashed together and Jenna cupping Cindy’s soft ass.

She slowly raised her skirt. Her ass was perfectly shaped. It was tanned without any lines.

Jenna lifted her top over her head. Cindy’s tits spilled out. An air conditioned chill hit her nipples and hardened them instantly. They were so hard it hurt.

They were obviously enhanced, but so well-done that it didn’t matter. Her nipples were swollen and pointy, and like her ass, there weren’t any tan lines.

Jenna bowed to her knees as Cindy raised a leg. Her pussy was recently shaven. She had a hoop pearl earring through her clit. Jenna extended her long tongue and started licking the ring before moving lower to the swollen outer lips.

“Yeah, lick my pussy,” cried Cindy.

She made her tongue hook downwards and put it at the bottom of her pussy lips. Then she curved it upward and used it to part her pink muff in two. Vaginal fluids secreted onto her taste buds.

Jenna felt a huge puddle of pussy juice collecting on her tongue. She leaned back slowly. Her own pussy started juicing when she saw a long strand of Cindy’s fluids connected to her tongue and Cindy’s cunt. Jenna closed the gap and swallowed a mouthful.

Jenna had closed her mouth on her vagina and was circling her clit with her tongue. She was eating her pussy far better than any man. “Yeah, yeah, yeah!” moaned Cindy. She came in Jenna’s mouth, her hole of fire now.

Jenna ate her pussy for more than five minutes in that same position. She spent most of her time playing with her clit ring. She liked the way it felt in her mouth and Cindy seemed to enjoy it.

She would kiss it like the lips on your face and insert her long tongue deep inside it so she could savor the bittersweet flavor of her juicing bald pussy.

“Yeah!” moaned Cindy, gasping for breath.

Jenna stood up and pinned her on a stall door. She cupped her tits and admired them briefly before latching her lips on them.

They were so soft and huge and they had a sweet taste that resembled their candy smell.

It was driving Jenna mad. She pinned her against the stall with a choke hold and continued sucking her tits like a savage. Cindy screamed, “Oh, yeah!” She liked rough sex.

Cindy slowly lifted her shirt off. Jenna’s tits were almost as huge as hers.

Cindy pushed her into the stall and bent her over the toilet seat. She lifted her skirt and the aroma of horny pussy hit her nose.

She smacked the tattoo on her ass and called her a bitch, which sent Jenna into her first orgasm of the night. She arched her back and let hot cooze seep from her hot slit.

Jenna came again as she felt her pointed tongue sliding around her asshole. Ooohhhhhhh! She reached around and opened her cheeks wider so the whore could get better access.

“Yeeeeeessss! Put your tongue in my ass,” begged Jenna.

A waitress entered the restroom to wash her hands and nearly fainted from what she saw.

“Fuck my ass with your tongue,” pleaded Jenna.

The waitress ran out as Jenna’s cunt started dripping more of her hot fluids. “Put your tongue up my ass!”

“What do you want me to do?” Cindy asked, but only because she liked hearing Jenna beg.

“Put your tongue up my ass.”

Cindy did it and this time she slid her tongue to her tender slit and licked her way back up. Jenna clenched the toilet seat as another orgasm hit her. “Fuck meeeeee!”

Cindy opened her pussy and started licking her fingers to get them wet. “You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes, I want you to fuck me.” She put a leg on the seat and opened wide.

Cindy spread her pussy lips and slid two fingers in her juicy wet hole. She couldn’t believe how tight her pussy felt on her hands. She could feel it pulsing on her outer finger.

She wished she could trade her pussy for a dick for five minutes so she could see how a pussy that tight felt wrapped around a cock.

“Fuck my fingers,” said Cindy as she started ramming her fingers in Jenna’s eager twat. Once she got her going, she put her tongue back in her ass, and Jenna came hard, this time screaming and bucking like a madwoman. Her grip on the toilet seat was so tight that her knuckles turned pale.

After Jenna regained her strength, she sat on the seat with her legs wide open. Cindy mounted her like a man would, and started grinding her horny twat on Jenna’s swollen lips.

Her piercing stimulated her pussy very well, but it wasn’t as good as a nice, hard piece of wood. Too bad my boyfriend isn’t here, thought Jenna.

Cindy was really getting into her role as the man. She actually started smacking pelvises with her like she had a cock, and then she would rub pussies with her again.

“Fuck my pussy,” said Jenna Jameson. She reached around and stuck her finger in Cindy’s ass and she really started drilling her.

The girls were really wet with sweat and their big tits were slipping all over each other.

Cindy started sucking her nipple and finger fucking her. She got back on her knees.

She lifted Jenna’s slender legs and licked her from her anus all the way up to her clit.

“Ooooooohhhhhh!” she screeched.

She used her thumbs to open her pussy wider so she could get deep inside. She forced her tongue so deep in her that it was starting to feel tired and strained, but her lust willed her to go deeper.

Then a replay of a scene from a porno played in her mind. Cindy liked watching lesbian porn, and her favorites always had one thing in common. She stuck her fingers deep inside Jenna’s hole, and then pulled them out and stuffed them in her mouth for her to taste her own juices.

Jenna grabbed her hand and started licking and slurping it like a dick until it was cleaned and polished. Then she guided it back to her love hole and fucked herself with it.

Cindy had been making Jenna cum all night, but now she was the one gritting her teeth while her twat jerked and spasmed and dripped her vaginal fluids onto the floor.

When it was all out, she started finger fucking Jenna harder and faster while she gyrated her clit with her free hand and kissed her adoringly.

It felt so good that Jenna actually stood and started bouncing up and down on her hand like she was riding cock; she needed a cock right now.

Cindy used both hands to cup her tits and kiss her nipples. Jenna stared at her as whispered, “Make my pussy cum.”

Cindy kissed her mouth, then her naval piercing, and arrived at the mound of soft, heated, wet flesh. Jenna pushed her pelvis forward to meet her lips.

Her legs started trembling with excitement as another orgasm approached, this time it was gonna be a whopper. Her pussy started burning with fire.

Cindy made her tongue hook deep inside Jenna, hitting her G-spot, causing her to buck and thrash like an animal with her teeth mashed together to keep from screaming out.

She slumped back exhausted and spent.

Jenna got dressed the fastest. Now that she was satisfied, her concerns shifted to what was really important—keeping herself off the front page news. This, combined with the arson case, could be more than enough to destroy her career.

She washed her face in the sink and reapplied her makeup. Her hair looked awful after the sex romp. She took a brush out of her purse and started fixing it.

She’d dropped her purse on the floor and thought nothing of until she saw Cindy’s head moving up and down at the bottom of the mirror.

She turned. She was surprised to see Cindy squatting, still topless, and rummaging through her purse. Jenna said, “What you doing?” She snatched it away and said, “Why are you going through my purse?”

Cindy stood up with a smile on her face as if getting caught was cute to her. She was holding Jenna’s wallet. She said, “To find your badge, your fireman ID.”

Jenna snatched it from her hands and screamed, “You’re a fireman groupie. I knew it. You’re the kind of girl who takes out personal ads—‘Hot-blooded blonde, need of fireman to extinguish my desires.’”

Cindy smiled brightly and said, “Hey, that was good.”

Something registered in Jenna’s mind. “I’ll bet you didn’t really get your toe stuck.”

As if she had said something really stupid and obvious, Cindy said, “Hel-lo. I put it in there myself.”

“Freak,” Jenna said, and stormed out of the restaurant.

Cindy watched her leave and yelled, “Call me?” as Jenna was leaving. She was so stupid she didn’t realize that she had just pissed her off. She thought she’d be flattered to know she had planned to get them out there for a date. Oh well.

As Jenna walked into the night’s warm air, she was thinking I’m not gonna call that bitch, but I’m sure as hell gonna call Johnson and warn him about her crazy ass.

Then she came to a halt when something else surfaced in her mind as she unlocked her doors. “What if she had something to do with that person who planted my badge at the fire?” she thought out loud. “Why else would she have wanted to look at my badge? How could I be so stupid?”

She got in her car and drove home. She felt really dirty after having sex with that nasty slut so she took a shower, braided her hair in two big pigtails, and changed into something more comfortable.

She called the precinct and asked to speak to Johnson so she could fill him in on what happened with that wicked tramp.

The phone rang for an unusually long time. When somebody picked up, she heard a lot of commotion and the fire alarm blazing in the background.

She asked to speak to Johnson. The person who’d picked up was so loud and panic stricken that she couldn’t figure out who it was. He told her Johnson couldn’t come to the phone because they had a huge fire that they had to attend to immediate.

As the person was hanging up, she heard somebody mention where the inferno was at. She slipped her shoes on and ran out the door.

Chapter 14

It was whopper. Jenna hadn’t seen a fire this big in a long time. Actually, she’d never seen a fire this big.

It was a four-story office building. There were flames everywhere and she could hear parts of the building exploding as she got out of her car.

A truck was already on site and another one was pulling up. The night sky was blanketed in black and grey smoke. Crew members were trying to get more hoses in place as a firefighter lay at the top of ladder and sprayed water at the upper level flames.

It was scary, but there was something about the atmosphere that made her want to be involved. It was similar to the feeling a soldier gets when he volunteers to go on hazardous grounds. It’s an instinct inside of them that can’t be explained in any way that would make sense to a normal person, but the need to rush into the danger was ablaze inside of her, and she was aching to get her hands dirty.

Captain Marks was looking at a map of the internal structure of the building. He noticed a set of huge tits walking up to him. “What are you doing here, Jameson?”

“I was at home when I heard the two-three called in.”

“You just couldn’t stay away, huh?”

Jenna smiled and said, “You know how I love a barbecue.”

They both nearly jumped out of their skin when a nearby window exploded on the second floor and sent debris and broken glass everywhere.

The captain looked at her and said, “It looks like you found one. Got your gear here?”

“Yes.”

“Hurry up.”

Jenna popped the trunk of her car. She started taking her clothes off right there in the parking lot as Marks pulled an ax from a side compartment on the truck. Bill scurried up to him and said, “That night manager says there’s still two security guards in there.”

“Any idea where?” asked Jenna as she slammed the trunk shut.

“The second floor.”

Captain Marks really didn’t want to take her in the building with him. Jenna was too emotionally unstable, but he realized he didn’t have a choice because the rest of the crew had more than enough to keep them busy. It seemed like two new flames popped up to replace every one they put out. Jenna and Bill were the only two left.

“Come on, Jameson, and stay close,” said the Captain, reluctantly.

They got equipped with O2 tanks and flashlights and headed into the building. Captain Marks led the way with Bill in the middle and Jenna bringing up the rear.

They had to walk in a single file line because all the hallways were narrowed by fires on both sides.

Through fire and extreme smoke, the Captain managed to lead them safely to the stairwell. The paint on the wall had been burned to a crisp and there were minor flames on the stairs leading up, but it seemed safe enough to pass.

It was scorching hot and their suits were adding to their problems. They were twenty pounds and insulated to keep heat from entering, but the same insulation that kept outside heat getting in, also trapped their own body heat inside. They had to fight fatigue and dehydration as they ascended the stairs and stepped past the flames that lined the upper floor.

They’d been lucky so far. All the flames were off to the side. It allowed them to pass through safely and quickly as long as they could get through the smoke.

They opened the first door they came to. They entered and flashed their lights throughout the room.

They saw one of the guards lying on the floor unconscious, but they could tell by the rise and fall of his chest that he was still alive.

“I’ll take this one down. You look for the other one,” yelled Marks.

Jenna and Bill started searching the rest of the floor as the Captain lifted the guard on his shoulders. They found their way into a large room that had probably been the second floor’s main lobby.

“Is there anybody in here?” called Jenna.

No response.

They continued further down, being careful to scan every crevice. Jenna continued to call out while Bill listened for a response. The missing guard was nowhere to be found. They figured maybe he had gotten out on his own.

They had all but given up when Bill caught a glimpse of a figure moving in the shadows. He was crouching at first, and then he jumped to his feet and ran out an exit. They knew he was a firefighter because he was carrying an ax.

There was something about him that creeped them both out. Bill and Jenna proceeded to the spot where he was crouching.

Jenna shined her light at the floor and caught the reflection of something that looked like a badge. Without looking at it, she somehow had a gut feeling she knew who it belonged to.

She picked it up and read the twelve-letter name engraved on it. “It’s my badge,” she said in confusion. “What’s going on?”

Bill said, “Let’s find out,” and darted in the direction that the rogue firefighter went in.

He gained ground on him fast, mainly because the other guy was being careful not to run into a flame. Bill, on the other hand, was pissed and didn’t give a fuck. His arms chopped at the air as he closed the gap on him with his long strides.

“Who are you, and what the fuck is this?” yelled Jenna as Bill cornered him. Both men had axes and faced off with each other.

Her anger quickly changed to worry when she saw the man swing his ax at Bill. He blocked the attack with his own ax and pushed him away.

The man wasted no time in taking another swing, this time a low attack aimed at Bill’s stomach. He jumped back just in time to avoid having his stomach spilled on the concrete, but the suit was heavy, he was over 40 years old, and he was losing breath quickly.

The other man didn’t seem to have lost anything as he sized Bill up and readied himself for a third attack.

Once again, Bill blocked it, but the rogue firefighter kneed him in his groin. It didn’t floor him, but it was enough to make him drop his ax. The man raised his ax and brought down hard at Bill’s head. Bill side stepped the attack, which caused the ax to smash into a fuse box.

Bill went for his ax, but the intruder kick him in his stomach, knocking him to the floor gasping for breath.

“Look out!” screamed Jenna.

The saboteur advanced on him just as a beam gave way and fell from the ceiling. It landed on his head. The ax fell from his hands as his body collapsed to the floor.

Jenna checked to see if Bill was alright. Nothing was hurt except his pride, so she rushed to the intruder to see who had tried to ruin her.

She took his mask off. “Michael?” she said. “Michael, why?”

Michael looked up at her. He was in excruciating pain and weak. He said, “What are you doing here? You’re not supposed to be here.”

“You’re the one who planted my badge and my tag at the fire? Why? Why would you do something like that?”

He flashed a weak smile, reached up and lovingly caressed her face. The answer was clear.

“I’m sorry,” he moaned as he felt his life slipping away.

“Michael, hang on,” she begged. “Let me get this thing off you, okay.”

Bill grabbed one end of the beam while Jenna took the other. It was huge, about the same width as a human being and twice as long. Bill’s end moved a little, but it was far too heavy to move without help from a machine or the rest of the crew.

Michael coughed and blood started spilling from his mouth. They stopped when they heard the roof squeaking. It was about to collapse. “Get out of here,” Michael said.

“No,” said Jenna with tears welling in her eyes. She felt responsible for this. Maybe if she hadn’t blown him off he wouldn’t have become so bitter. She could have treated him better. Maybe they’d have been good friends.

“It’s all gonna come down.”

“I’m not gonna leave you again,” cried Jenna.

Michael moaned, “I love you.” He closed his eyes and faded into the afterlife.

“No!” screamed Jenna. She shook him, but he gone.

Bill saw bits of paint dropping from the ceiling. The deep squeaking in the walls was getting louder and coming with more frequency.

He grabbed Jenna, said, “It’s gonna go.”

“We can’t leave him.”

“Let’s go!” he barked, and forcefully pulled her to her feet.

They ran back the way they came, and narrowly missed getting caught in an explosion as they crossed into the hallway. The blast wave knocked them both to the floor. Burning particles from the ceiling rained down on them.

They hastily got back to their feet. Bill said, “Let’s get the other security guard and get out of here.”

They found him barely conscious, but still able to walk. He was an older man, so Jenna allowed him to lean on her shoulder as Michael led them out.

Clean air burst into their lungs as they escaped the scorching heat. Paramedics helped the guard onto an ambulance as Jenna continued to walk away. Her head started spinning and it seemed hard to catch her breath.

She walked to the rear of the fire truck and sat down. Bill sat beside her. “Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Are we gonna tell anybody about what went on here tonight?”

Without hesitation, she said, “No. It’s gotta be between us. And hopefully when the investigation’s over and the fire’s stopped, it’ll all just go away.” She felt so guilty. She couldn’t believe he was dead.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” she nodded. “Let’s go home.”

Two days later, Jenna attended her second wake in 30 days. Michael was given a hero’s funeral. He was honored as a firefighter who’d died in the line of duty trying to rescue a guard.

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