Amy was a...well, not to put too fine a point on it...very adult girl. She was wearing a mini skirt and a very thin blouse and as she climbed up there was a ring of boys of all ages around the truck beneath her, looking up her skirt as she climbed up. I held the harness on the floor of the cage for her to step into and suddenly I realised that if I pulled the harness into place properly I'd be very close to an arrestable position. Amy saw my hesitation and she giggled, "It's okay Dennis, I've signed the disclaimer and I'm over eighteen...you have my permission to do anything that you need...or want...to do!"

"I'm Scot, not Dennis!"

"Well, why does it say Dennis on the front of your truck?"

I started laughing, it broke the ice a little and I pulled the leg holes of the harness into place. As my fingers approached the danger area Amy wriggled her bottom and rubbed her knickers all over my fingers.

She giggled at my discomfort, not just the blush on my cheeks but the sudden growth in my uniform trousers as well. I recomposed myself and offered her the left arm hole for her to put her left arm through and then the right. I pulled the front of the harness closed and the backs of my hand were lifting her breasts slightly as I pulled the two sides of the harness together, she gave another giggle and another wriggle, rubbing her thirty-four inch ''D' cup breasts against the backs of my hand. her blouse was so thin that I could feel the stitching under her bra cups against the backs of my fingers.

I lifted the end of the webbing strap and snapped the metal quick release clamp into the mounting ring. Amy was certainly a cut above the other students, she didn't even blink when I threw the cage into 'Emergency-up' manoeuvre, throwing the cage and both of us up to one hundred and forty feet elevation in just three seconds. When the cage reached its maximum height and stopped, we both continued up another two feet and we slammed into each other in the cage. Amy made a grab for a very delicate part of my body to use as a handle to steady herself.

The first ride I'd given was to a fourteen year old boy, he hadn't seen the escape working so its speed took him totally by surprise and he quite literally shit himself and when I slewed the arm to the left he was gripping the edge of the cage so hard that his knuckles turned white and I was seriously concerned that he would damage the metal edge of the cage.

The boys after the first one had seen the speed that it went up so they weren't so shocked but they still turned green at the end of the 'Emergency-up' manoeuvre. The queue had reduced as well as every girl apart from Amy had drifted away.

I looked at Amy's face, she wasn't green, she was grinning. "Can you reach the school roof from here?"

"Easily, but if the school was on fire and there was no one to rescue, we'd standoff, gain height and use the cage mounted branch pipe to flood the fire with water or foam!"

"But you could reach the school's roof from here, without moving the truck?"

My previous trips had just been up...spin right...spin left and down as quickly as possible. But, because of Amy's interest in the escape unit I left the lower arm in position, fully extended and lowered the upper arm and as we started to go down I slewed the turntable to the right.

We lowered over the school roof, "Scot, can you move over towards the chimney?"

I rotated right a little more, I was being very careful not to get too close to the school's roof, "Look at that Scot, there's a crack around the chimney pot, right where it meets the brickwork of the chimney."

Amy took her mobile phone from her pocket and she zoomed in on the crack and took a photograph of the chimney on her phone. There was another photograph, this time it was me, standing in front of the chimney, "Can you take a picture of me standing in front of the chimney please Scot?"

I held her phone and looked at the screen, "Erm, I can see...I don't think I should take a photograph like this. There's far too much of you on show!"

"Don't be stupid Scot, half the school has already seen my knickers...come on, take my picture so I can prove that I was up here!"

I pressed the shutter button to snap the picture. Amy took her phone and looked at her picture, "What's your mobile number?"

I told her my number and I watched as she added a message to her photograph and then she typed my phone number into the message and sent it.

"Scot, you've just received a text message on your phone, do you want me to answer it in case it's important?"

I looked down at Paul, "No, that's okay mate, I'm not expecting anything important...I'll check on it later."

"Can I have a go at the controls?"

I thought about it a little, "Okay, but up only first!"

I covered the control levers and had my hand under the elevation lever so it couldn't be pushed down, Amy pressed the elevation lever up hard and we shot up to maximum height. I relaxed a little and took my hand away from the controls, Amy slewed left, she took the cage past centre and then lowered the lower arm and then the upper arm, taking us doen to a soft landing on the rear of the unit.

I started to unfasten the harness, her face was close to mine, "Can I call you sometime please?"

"Whay...why?"

"I'd love to chat with you, perhaps get a coffee together sometime."

"I'm married!"

"Well, you can bring your wife along as well, I sometimes prefer an older woman to an older man!"

Amy giggled and slinked off to find her head mistress to show her the photograph of the school chimney.

I gave twenty more trips in the escape and saw the head mistress, Councillor Mrs Bennett and the schools caretaker approaching the unit. I dropped the boy off and Councillor Mrs Bennett clambered up onto the back of the platform, "You taking a trip up Councillor?"

"Erm...no, I don't think so but could I ask you to take Mr Partridge, the school custodian, up to look at that damaged chimney, we need to know just how dangerous it is."

I strapped Mr Partridge into the harness and as I clipped the strap into the mounting point I said. "Custodian...we had caretakers when I was at school!"

"My job description still says I'm a caretaker, just Mrs bloody Councillor Bennett being posh. I'm not really supposed to work at heights, I suffer from Vertigo."

"Well, at least we have an ambulance on standby to mop you up and the police to investigate, that radar speed gun will even measure your terminal velocity!"

Mr Partridge suddenly turned green and I hadn't even moved the platform. I made a slow ascent, making every movement of the cage as gentle as possibly. When we reached the chimney pot, I got us to within a foot of the crack.

"Okay Mr P...do your stuff!"

I saw the whiteness on his knuckles and his fists weren't even clenched, his face was ashen and he was sweating like a pig. I reached out of the bucket and gave the chimney pot a tap with the hammer that Mr Partridge had brought up to test the pot, there was a dull thud and a slight rock from the ceramic pot. "That's bloody dangerous lad, has to come off right now!"

I looked at Mr P, "Are you kidding me?

"No lad, I'd do it myself but you can see the state I'm in!"

I leaned out of the cage and took a firm hold on the top rim of the chimney pot, I almost lost it, it was on the move from the first touch. Fifty pounds of ceramic pot almost toppled me out of the cage but I managed to steady myself and haul the pot into the cage.

I reached for the levers to move us back to the ground. "Stop lad, you can't go down without checking the other three."

I picked up the hammer again and tapped the tops of the other three chimney pots, they all rang like bells, Mr P. nodded his head, "Good enough lad, they'll all survive until we can get the workmen in!"

Mr P. was now sitting on the floor of the cage and his breathing was laboured, his face was still white and he was sweating even more. I used the intercom in the cage to call Paul, "Paul, get the medics on the platform, the caretaker isn't looking very good."

Paul was out of the cab and running. He tapped the paramedic on his shoulder and whispered in his ear. Paul directed me to put the cage in the floor instead of on the platform and as I dragged the heavy pot out of the cage the ambulance crew were in and just in time as Mr P. Rolled over onto his side.

Amy was at my side looking very concerned as I rubbed my shoulder, I'd taken an adrenalin rush as I struggled with the weight of the falling chimney pot and now that my heart was beating normally I realised that I'd strained my shoulder muscle.

"That looked frightening, is Ben okay?"

I smiled at the look of concearn on Amy's face, "I think he'll be okay, the ambulance guys are looking after him."

"You were very brave...and very quick thinking Scot..." Amy turned to the head mistress "...Miss Carter, The fireman has strained his shoulder...Can I take him to the kitchen and get him a cup of warm sweet tea please?"

"You're a very thoughtful girl Amy, you see to the fireman while Mr Partridge is checked over."

As we walked away from the playground Amy slipped her arm around the small of my back, "I'd love to give you a good seeing to!"

I swallowed hard at her very inappropriate suggestion.

We went through to the dining room, the kitchen staff were finished for the day so the kitchens were all locked up. Amy pulled a chair out from under a table and turned it to face into the aisle and she pushed me down onto it. she walked over to a corner full of vending machines, food for the night school as well as hot and cold drinks. She took her purse out of her pocket and sorted out a few coins. "Stop...Amy, I can't let you pay for my drink!"

"That's okay, you can buy me a drink later...either tonight or on Friday night."

She brought my cup of tea with extra white and extra sugar over to the table behind me. Amy suddenly parted her legs and sat astride my lap, her legs were so wide open that her very short skirt rode up and exposed her white bikini panties all the way up to the waistband. She leaned in, rolling her cotton covered pussy against my hard cock in my trousers, she pressed her lips against mine and then rocked back and forth so that it felt like she was trying to get me off through my trousers.

She suddenly stopped and stood up, "That was a taster and a prize for being so brave today Fireman Scot."

I was spluttering through my shock...trying to formulate an admonishment to her for taking such a liberty with me. The dining room door opened and Miss Carter walked in, "They've taken Mr Partridge off to hospital!"

She looked at the plastic cup on the table and then looked at Amy, "Did you buy that cup of tea Amy?"

"Sorry Miss, yes Miss, I know that students aren't allowed to use the vending machines but the kitchens are locked so I couldn't make Scot a cup of tea...so I had to buy him one!"

"Not so many so's at the beginning of your sentences please Amy. Cut along back to your class now Amy, you have thirty minutes of class left, I'd like two hundred and fifty words in paper media format about the afternoon, you can write your own headline and it's your byline so in your own words please but don't be upset if the editor changes the headline or the content...and pass it by your teacher before you send it into the local paper."

Amy almost skipped out of the dining room, she had transformed from a vamp and into a school girl for her headmistress's approval.

"That girl will scoop all of the prizes at graduation, and her articles will almost guarantee her a place at Oxbridge."

The near death of the school caretaker had put an end to the afternoon, they had to clear the playground of students to move the ambulance and while I was drinking my tea and getting my cock rubbed by an eighteen year old girl's pussy, Paul had parked the arm of the snorkel and locked it down. As I walked out of the school building Paul was raising the hydraulic legs and lowering the unit back down onto it's wheels.

With the car park clear of people and only one police car left parked there while the police were packing away their props it was very tight to get an engine the size of the Simon Snorkel out of the gates of the school but Paul had gotten into and out of tighter spots when he drove to some fires.

We pulled into our station, there was a little mess in the cage that I needed to clean up before I could knock off but the duty fire chief stopped me, "No need to tidy up Scot, Paul reported the incident of the falling chimney pot and your shoulder strain. Go home, rest your shoulder and if it is still hurting in an hour, I want you down at A&E, flash your ID at the triage nurse, tell her it's an in the line of duty injury, or you'll be there all night."

I drove home and on my way there was a shout and it must have been a biggy because two pump units and the Snorkel rushed past me on the bi-pass. I called into the dispatcher to see if I was needed back at the 'Farm' but I got, "If I let you into the office, the chief will have my balls for earrings!"

I got homd to fine the dinner in the oven and my wife, Vicky, on the telephone and sitting at her PC. "I was just calling the station to see if you were supporting the fire, it sounds like a big one, three engines rolling."

"Two pump units and the escape...but you're right, it must be a big fire, City were already responding with two pumps and their turntable ladder unit."

My phone rang, 'Unlisted number' on the screen, I pressed green, "Hello, Scot W..."

I looked nervously at my wife as I said, "Sorry for what, calling me at home Amy?"

"No...sorry for using your photograph without your permission, they asked me if I had it and I just said yes without thinking that they might want to use your picture...my article will be in the paper tomorrow but they were putting it in the on-line edition right away...complete with your picture."

"Who's Amy Scot?"

I covered the mouthpiece of the phone, "A girl from the grammar school, her headmistress told her to write about our visit for the local newspaper, she got a little carried away and sent the article in complete with my picture."

I uncovered the phone, "Amy, it's okay, so long as the article makes it clear that I was at your school on a civic visit as part of carrier's week."

I closed the phone and Vicky rounded on me.

"Just who is Amy and how old is she?"

"It's not like that..."

"She has your private mobile number."

"...well, okay, it is a little like that for her maybe, she has a crush on men in uniform, I took her for a ride in the escape and she took my photograph while we were over the school's roof. She wanted to send me the picture in a text, so I gave her my number."

"And just how old is this junior fem fatale?"

She's eighteen, she's like the head girl or something."

Vicky searched for our local newspaper's online offering and there it was, headline, 'My Fireman Hero Scott!' with the Byline 'Amy Goodman.' My photograph was at the side of the article.

"Well, at least they didn't use my full name...I'm going to take a ton of shit from the rest of the watch tomorrow."

"Hey, it says here that you saved the life of Ben Partridge, aged fifty-six, custodian of the Grammar School before securing a dangerous chimney more than at least fifty feet above the school playground."

"It's exaggerated out of all proportion!"

"Let me see the photograph she sent you."

I handed my phone over to Vicky and she opened up the messages folder, she turned the phone to face me, five text messages waiting to be opened and all from Amy's number. Vicky opened the first message, a picture of me with the text message 'Thanks for the Ride.'

The second message was of the damaged chimney and the message, 'You crack me up!'

The third message was a picture of Amy in her school uniform with, 'I meant it, come out for a drink with me, bring your wife too, if you like her. I'm sure I will as well!'

The fourth message was a picture of Amy on a beach holiday and she was wearing a bikini with 'You like?'

I dreaded what could possibly be in the fifth message and would rather my wife didn't open it but she did. Amy pictured topless with two men, the men were wearing trunks and were obviously excited, 'If Mrs Scot isn't into girls I could bring one or both of my brothers with me for her to play with!'

I covered my eyes and stood by for a verbal assault from my wife.

"Hey, she's pretty and very grown up...are you sure she's only eighteen?"

I opened my eyes again, Vicky was grinning like a Cheshire cat and she winked at me, "I haven't thought about another girl since I stopped playing hockey!"

Well, that was news to me, I didn't know that my wife had ever batted for the other team. I watched as Vicky pressed reply on the message and she rubbed a message with her thumbs on the phone's screen, 'Hi, I'm Vicky and I think I'd prefer the one in the middle of the picture to the two on the outsides.' She'd pressed send before I could stop her.

"That was a little cruel."

"Why cruel?"

"Taking the mickey out of the girl like that!"

"Taking the mickey be blowed, I'm serious, I'm going to arrange to go out for a drink with her on Friday and if she's willing, I'll bring her home for a little fun...with or without you!"

Vicky then forwarded the topless picture of Amy to her own phone so that she had Amy's phone number as well as her rude photograph for later.

Nothing more was said about Amy but after eating dinner Victoria dragged me up to bed before I had the chance to wash the dishes. As Vicky was undressing she said, "How's your back, still hurting after your heroic rescue?"

"No why?"

"I was wondering if I was going to have to do all the work tonight!"

I was wrestled down onto the bed and Vicky was on top of me, slowly riding my cock when her phone burbled, a text message had waived on her phone, she stopped riding me as she read the message, she giggled and then turned her phone to me, I read the message, 'Thanks for the message Vicky, I'll see you in the King's Arms on Friday evening at eight o'clock.'

"I wasn't showing you the phone to read the message, I want you to take my picture so I can send it to Amy."

I photographed my wife, you could see my pubic hair and six-pack in the picture as well as all of my wife's naked body, after the sound of the picture being taken she said, "Press the reply button for me darling!"

After sending the picture I put her phone down and she rolled onto her back without losing contact and I was on top of her fucking her like a rabbit. There was another burble on Vicky's phone, I picked it up because I was on top, I opened the message with the screen pointing at Vicky, "Wow, you'd better not look at this or you'll cum and be of no use to me for an hour!"

I turned her phone back to me so I could see it, Amy, totally naked, with the message, 'Hope you like this picture and look forward to seeing more of both you and Scot on Friday night.'

She was right, it was too much, over loaded my brain and senses and I spurted up her cunt.

"Well, that's fucking marvellous isn't it, well you'll be fuck all use to me for the next hour!"

I was pushed off of my wife's body, "Here, make yourself useful, take a picture of me with my legs open!"

I held her camera and was about to press the shutter button.

"Wait, can you see your spunk yet?"

I shook my head, "Well, wait until you can before taking my picture."

I saw my frothy seed spilling out of Vicky's pussy and then I took her photograph as she reclined on our bed. Vicky started rubbing her pussy and started her orgasm,. She panted, "Take another picture!"

I snapped off another picture and then Vicky rolled around and off of the bed, we had an old fashioned bed, it had a decorous headboard as well as a footboard, the headboard was four feet tall above the mattress and on each end it had a carved pineapple standing proud. The foot board was much lower but with the same carved pineapple standing upright on each corner. Vicky surprised me by suddenly lifting her right leg off of the floor and dropping her cunt straight down on top of one of the pineapples and she fucked the bed, "Take a picture of this!"

I took the third photograph. Vicky gave herself a magnitude nine point eight orgasm on the carved pineapple and when she finished she extracted her cunt and took in the shocked look on my face, "Don't look so surprised, why do you think I never complain when you're working the overnight watch!"

Vicky formed the three photographs into a mini-slideshow and sent them to Amy, "I think that girl and I are going to be very good friends!"

"So what's rekindled your thoughts for other women all of a sudden...I mean, you've never mentioned anything about that to me before!"

"I was suppressing my feelings because I thought that as I was married to a pillar of the community, I would be expected to behave like an upstanding pillar of the community too! But when my husband chases after school girls I thought...well, sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander."

Watching Vicky fucking the footboard's carvings had certainly rekindled my flagging erection and I was back on duty putting out the fire between my wife's legs!

We fucked every evening, there was no watching TV or going down the pub, we just ate our dinner and went straight to bed and fucked like rabbits until midnight. On Friday I made a quick and simple dinner while Vicky was in the bath. She used scented soap and did her hair up like a model, she painted her face, her fingers and her toes and after we finished eating we walked down to the King's Arms to meet Amy.

"Hi Scot, hi Vicky, the drinks are on me!"

"No Amy, I'll buy the drinks, you're just a poor student!"

"Scot, thanks for the offer but I got a hundred pounds from my news article in the local paper and another two hundred when it appeared in the national press. I'm filthy rich...well, for this week at any rate."

We drank our first drink and Amy jumped to her feet to get another round in, Vicky grabbed her wrist, "We don't need any more alcohol...unless you're not sure and feel the need to get drunk to pluck up the courage!"

Amy looked disappointed, she had a pocket full of money and, being eighteen, the only thought in her head was to get as pissed as she possibly could. Vicky kept a hold of her wrist, Vicky smiled at Amy and raised her eyebrows twice, the look of disappointment disappeared from Amy's face, she bit her bottom lip and returned Vicky's smile.

Vicky used Amy to pull herself to her feet, she wrapped Amy in her arms and headed to the door, there wasn't even a look in my direction to see if I'd finished my drink. I followed on, I was ten feet behind Amy and Vicky all the way home, they were laughing and joking as they walked along and kissed each other several times over.

Vicky opened our front door and guided Amy into the house...leaving the front door wide open for me to follow. By the time I got up to our bedroom, Amy was on her back on my bed and Vicky's body was half covering Amy, they were kissing up a storm, I started to undress and approached the bed but Vicky stopped me and pointed to the arm chair in the corner of the room. I sat there watching Amy and Vicky on the bed.

This wasn't my wife putting on a lesbian sex show to excite me, this was my wife fucking the arse off of an eighteen year old girl. They fucked and sucked, kissed and slapped each other for two hours solid. I saw acts that I'd seen on porn films often and acts that I didn't know existed, almost made me cum, just from watching them.

After two hours Vicky whispered in Amy's ear, "You want Scot to fuck you now?"

Amy stretched her back, she purred like a kitten...a sex kitten and she nodded her head. Vicky beckoned me over and I took up position between Amy's thighs and as I slipped my cock into her body, she exploded like a rocket because Vicky had got her so ready for me.

I managed twenty minutes before I climaxed into Amy's cunt and from the first insertion to completion Amy was screaming with the pleasure of my fucking...my fucking and Victoria tongue fucking her mouth. As soon as I'd finished jerking through my orgasm Vicky eased her shoulder under my ribs and eased me out of Amy's body and onto the bed at her side, Vicky twisted her body over Amy's, her mouth over Amy's cunt and knees straddling Amy's head.

Vicky was eating my semen out of Amy's cunt and Amy just continued climaxing as she had while I was fucking her. I lay there watching Vicky licking deep into Amy's cunt, my cock flaccid and spent. Amy wrapped her arms over Vicky's buttocks and she pulled her face up to make contact with Vicky's cunt.

I was usually totally useless for an hour after my climax but just fifteen minutes of watching Amy and Vicky licking each other out I moved in behind my wife. I pushed my erection forward and Amy captured it with her mouth, she sucked me for a minute before she pulled my cock out of her mouth and she pushed it into my wife's cunt and as I fucked my wife 'Doggy' style Amy was licking at Vicky's clitoris and up over my balls.

I spent forty minutes fucking my wife and as I climaxed Vicky heaved back with her buttocks spilling my cock at the moment of ejaculation and Amy was waiting for me and she took my spurting cock into her mouth.

I was spent again and this time, after two climaxes, I knew that I was finished for the night. I lay on my side and fell asleep watching Amy and Vicky fucking way into the small hours. I woke at six o'clock in the morning and opened my eyes to the sight of Amy and Vicky in a sixty-nine position. Both women and the bed were soaking wet with sweat, it was obvious that they'd been pleasuring each other all night long.

I went down to make breakfast and was joined in the kitchen by two incredibly sexy looking women, both totally naked. We all ate breakfast and I left the women in the kitchen as I sat in the living room to read through my morning newspaper.

I was half way through my paper when Amy suddenly jumped on me, she crushed my newspaper and pulled herself onto my lap, she lifted her legs and her knees slipped over the arms of the chair and she fucked me as I just sat there pinned to the chair.

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