The year was 1982. I was young, only 19, and I was back at home for the summer. One morning I awoke to the sound of my parent’s cat crying outside my window. My parents were out of town for their anniversary and I’d forgotten to let the wretched thing in the night before. I staggered downstairs still half asleep into our corridor of a kitchen and pulled opened the back door. But as I stood there in little black panties with my oversized grey t-shirt hanging over my perky C cup breasts, my nipples hardening in the brisk morning air, I couldn’t see the damned cat. I huffed and blew back the strands of chestnut hair that had fallen over my sea blue eyes and into the corner of my mouth as I thought I’d been dragged from the warmth for nothing. I heard another cry, louder this time. I looked up and there she was, stuck high on a branch of the ageing oak tree in our garden. I knew I couldn’t get to her, I’m far too weak to shimmy up a tree like that, so the only thing I could think of was to call the fire department like in the films. I bounced back inside and picked the phone from the wall, dialling 999 with my nimble fingers.
“Um, Hi.” I said sheepishly.
“This isn’t really an emergency, but my cat is stuck in a tree could you please help me?”
I heard the sigh of a tired older woman on the other end of the line.
“We don’t actually deal with this sort of thing you know.” she croaked, “However, as it happens were having a very slow morning and our boys are getting restless. I’ll send one of them your way.”
“Thank y-“ I started as she hung up the phone.
Not 5 minutes later I heard a knock at the door.
‘That was very fast.’ I thought to myself.
I hadn’t even had time to throw on some proper clothes. I bounded to the front of the house but stopped myself before opening the door.
‘I wonder what he’ll look like.’ I pondered. I had always had a thing for firemen; so strong, so powerful, so in control.
I opened the door timidly as I peeked around the frame to catch a glimpse of todays hero and there he was. He wasn’t overly tall, around 5’9 (although still towering several inches above me), but my god if he wasn’t built like a brick wall. It was like someone had calved him out of marble. He was young, around 25, but had an older feeling about him. He wore black trousers and a skin-tight white tank top leaving very little to the imagination. His arms were huge, his biceps like boulders. A prominent outline of an 8-pack and firm pecks bulged as if it were about to rip off his chest. I could feel myself getting wet just as I looked at him. His jaw was chiselled and had cheekbones that would cut silk. Atop his head was a gorgeous mop of straight dark brown hair flowing over his brow. But his eyes. They were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, deep blue sapphires in a starry night. As I stood there with my mouth open, I remembered that I had to say something.
“H-hello.” I quivered.
“Hi.” He said confidently. “I’m B, I’m your firefighter. I heard your pussy needs rescuing.”
I couldn’t seem to find my breath.
“Y-yes she’s just out back, I’ll show you.”
I led him through the house and pointed up to the cat.
“There she is. I’m Emily by the way.”
“No problem Emily.” He stated. “I’ll have her down in no time.”
He jumped and grabbed the lowest branch with his big strong hands, pulling himself up. As he did so, his trousers became noticeable tighter, displaying his tight buttocks and what appeared to be his very large package. He climbed up further, swooped up the cat and made his way back down effortlessly.
A quick “Thank you” was all I could muster after what I had witnessed.
“You’re more than welcome.” He said. “You look cold though, why don’t we get you back inside.”
I blushed, my cheeks turning rosy like an autumn night sky as I crossed my arms, realising what I had been showing off.
“Can I get you a cup of tea?” I asked politely. “It’s the least I can do.”
“You’ve already given me quite enough my dear.” He said, winking at me. “But that would be lovely thank you.”
I led him into the kitchen, filled the kettle and put it on. There was very little room to move as the room was thin, so he stood at one end and I stood at the other but still within touching distance. That is all I could think of, reaching out and caressing his magnificent body. I pulled myself together and threw my arms to my side, my ample breasts still visible under my top.
“B.” I said inquisitively, trying my best at small talk, thinking about how to turn the conversation onto something more exciting. “That’s a peculiar name.”
“Well my name is Steve really but my friends call me B” He said. I could tell I was losing him.
The kettle started to squeal. I knew I had to be bold.
“You don’t mind if I reach behind you to get the mugs do you?”
Before he could answer I moved in, pushing my body against his. I got up onto my tiptoes, my face in his chest. I reached up but there was too much man in my way.
He spoke smoothly. “Let me help you with that.”
He crabbed my waist and hoisted me up as if I were weightless. His face now in between my breasts. I could feel his warm hands on my skin, his fingers reaching around onto my soft, round ass cheeks. I looked down at him and he was gazing back, grinning. This was it. I could see it as I peered into his eyes, wild and lusting. I wrapped my legs around him and lowered my head to kiss his precious lips. He kissed me back, more passionately than anyone had ever kissed me before. I couldn’t hold myself back. I wrestled to take off his shirt as we kissed but he was ahead of me. He ripped open my top, exposing by breasts which he immediately began to suck on. It was a rush like non other. His lips so wet and warm on my nipple, sucking me dry, as he played with my other, fondling it like dough. He was gentle get strong, he had me at his mercy.
He dropped me to the floor and removed his top. I took this opportunity to drop further, to my knees, and get my hands on the goods I had seen before. Looking up at him, his body was even more magnificent than I had thought it would be. Could the same be said for his package? As I undid his trousers and reached in, I paused. And gulped. It was huge. I couldn’t fit my hand all the way around it, and I couldn’t seem to find where it ended. I pulled it out and my mouth dropped open. I was as big as my arm. A true monster. He must have seen my open mouth and taken it as an invitation because before I could say ‘massive cock’ he had shoved it into my mouth and halfway down my throat. I had always prided myself on my ability to deepthroat, but this was new, far bigger than anything I had encountered before. It hurt. But the best kind of hurt. As he slid in and out of my mouth, I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter, I was drunk on cock, what was I to do? My eyes crossed as I gagged and dribbled over my tits. I lost track of everything like I was in a dream. A fantasy. My fantasy. I felt his cock bulging, and suddenly out shot a hot thick river of cum. First down my throat but when I pulled away he shot all over my face and tits. I fell backwards as he continued to empty his balls all over me. My stomach was covered in cum when it was over. I looked up, squinting as my eyes were glued shut with his think load.
“Don’t you move a muscle.” He commanded me. “Were far from done yet.”
I let out a faint squeal, still in a daze from the most intense blowjob of my life. He pulled down my panties and began to lick. He was an expert. A true master. My back arched; my hands threw themselves to his head. I gripped his hair tight, just to hold onto something if nothing else. This ride was intense, and I was not prepared for it. I let out a scream. I had forgotten to breath in what felt like seconds but must have been a minute or more. I was red in the face, much more than before. He had me on the edge already. My body began to pulse. I couldn’t contain it. I let out another scream as I started to quiver uncontrollably. He kept licking and swirling his tongue all the while, keeping me pinned down to the floor as I orgasmed with greater force than I had ever known possible. For a second I lay there, still covered in cum, sweating and panting, and I let out of breath, amazed at what I had just received. Little did I realise this was nothing of what I had to come.
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