sammi in the snows
sammi_in_the_snows@yahoo.com
After The Fire
afterthefire.txt
Group
FMMMM, firefighters, wife, gang, oral

The smoke alarms woke us up in the middle of the night. I grabbed some warm
clothes and went right outside. I called the volunteer fire department on my
cell phone. My husband got out too; but he went back inside to save what he
could from the fire that was consuming our living room. He wanted the business
records that were stored in our home office.

About the same time that the volunteers pulled up and started deployed their
pre-connected attack hoses, I realized that my husband had not returned outside
from his third trip back into the smoky interior. Frantic, I told the fire
officer that my husband was still inside, probably in the room that was on fire.
He ordered his volunteers with the hose to concentrate on knocking down the fire
in the living room. Then he sent a firefighter to break out windows to release
the deadly smoke trapped inside. As more firefighters arrived in their heavy
protective gear and air packs, he sent a team inside with orders to search in
the smoke for a person down. In less than a minute, they dragged my husband
outside. He was still breathing, but he was groggy and sick. That toxic smoke
nearly killed him.

Fifteen minutes of coughing up carbon and breathing pure oxygen from the
volunteer EMTs made him feel much better. Over his mild objections, the
ambulance crew took him to the clinic, where he spent the night and the next
day. The fire was out by now and the volunteers packed up their filthy equipment
and hoses. The fire had been confined to our living room. With nothing more for
me to do in the dark, I went to a good friend's home and took a shower.

While I was in the warm shower, I thought about those wonderful volunteers --
firefighters and EMTs who answered our midnight distress call with the skills to
solve our terrifying problem. What could I do to show my gratitude to them? I
dried off and headed down to the fire hall.

When I got to the fire hall, I saw that the firefighters had finished cleaning
and re-packing their hoses and tools. I heard their voices from the shower.
Should I?

The thought of all those great cocks, as well as my wish to express my thanks to
their owners, drove me right into the changing room. I dropped all of my clothes
on the bench and stepped naked into the shower room.

Most of the volunteers were toweling off. Every man looked at my substantial
boobs, which bounced and swayed as I walked in. "Boys, I am so glad that you-all
got up at midnight to respond to our emergency and save our house. I want to
show you my appreciation." The cock of the young volunteer closest to me had
already reacted to my naked presence. I dropped to my knees and, without a word,
started kissing and nuzzling it. I slipped his cock into my mouth and slid down
all the way to his belly. The other volunteers gathered around to admire my
technique. With an expression of bliss, he came in my mouth after a couple of
minutes.

The next young man said that he wanted to cum on my boobs. So I sucked his cock,
taking it all in, until he started to moan and twitch. I stroked his cock with
my wet hand as he loosed jets of cum onto my bouncing boobs. Being the center of
attention from those young men, and anticipating their yummy cocks, made my
nipples more stiff than they have ever been.

Firefighters train to work as a team. These men were all operating on the same
wavelength. I stayed kneeling on a folded towel as each man in turn presented me
with his stiff cock. I had never seen that many erections at the same time. What
a wonderful sight! There were nine men in that shower and I sucked off every
one, except for the captain. He left, explaining that he had to fill out the
fire report. Several of their cocks stuck out straight, and some pointed up at
an angle. I was surprised by the variation in the size of their balls. They were
different colors, too; from almost purple, to very light pink. But every one of
them gave me a load of cum in the back of my throat or on my boobs. The youngest
fellow was the so serious and quiet. He concentrated on the new experience until
he yelled out loud while shooting his hot cum into my throat. I like to think
that I gave him his first ever blow job. After the eighth man had dropped his
load on me, I felt like I had expressed my appreciation quite well. They agreed
that this fire had been the most satisfying of their volunteer careers.

Several of them invited me to the annual volunteers' summer picnic. I wonder if
they will have hard salamis there? I wonder if I should join our volunteer fire
department?