I never planned to do a follow up to part 3 (Cricket anyone, the third man), but I realised the
Ogg memorial event
would allow me to continue the story and pay tribute to the volunteer firefighters around the world. They give up their time to protect their communities and have to face the worst nature can throw at them.
They are truly heroes.
And to Oggbashan. A truly unique gentleman who went down fighting.
Osu.
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Merv's old ute rattled up the gravel track. As he crested the hill, his phone pinged as it grabbed the fleeting reception. This was part of his daily routine. The signal was annoyingly patchy, and he had to stop whenever the messages hit.
He pulled the car off the road and checked his phone, then a big smile spread across his grizzled face. He quickly sent a reply, and a text message to his son and grandson.
'Neha's coming back. Be here Thursday night.'
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Neha pulled up in the hotel car park and looked around. Merv had said he'd be in the bistro and they could catch up over dinner. She noticed the sign over a door, so she locked the car and bounced in. It had been a long trip from Nowra, but compared to the dramas she had on the way up, happily uneventful. No kangaroos leaping over the road in front of her, no bushfires raging through the area, and no triple penetrations from three members of the same family.
"Oi, Neha! Over here, girl. Give me a hug."
"Merv! My hero!" Neha squealed and raced over to wrap her arms around him. She enthusiastically jabbed her finger at Merv. "Merv and his family saved me from that huge bushfire here a couple of weeks ago."
The others in the pub's meals area raised a collective eyebrow at the sight of the young Indian woman throwing herself at Merv, the grandfather of the local fire brigade, then they raised their glasses at the explanation.
"Onya Merv. Well done mate," said one bloke, echoing the sentiments of the others.
"Give it a rest, you lot. Was a bit curly for a while, but no real dramas." He turned back to the cyclone that had roared in. "How you going, love? Didn't think you'd be coming back this way after getting stuck in that fire. You had dinner?"
"No, and I am getting hungry," Neha admitted. "I forgot there weren't many villages for nearly three hours, and it was getting late so I didn't want to stop when I did see somewhere to stop. I wanted to see you guys again before it got too dark."
Merv laughed and led Neha to a blackboard with the menu chalked on it. "Yeah, bugger all between Bega and here. What takes your fancy? My shout."
Neha had learned enough Aussie slang to know that Merv was offering to pay for her dinner. She also knew he would not take no for an answer. "I don't know. What do you think? And I'm, umm, shouting drinks. It's the least I can do."
"No worries, sounds fair. Well, you'd probably find the curry disappointing. What about the chicken schnitzel, chips and a salad? It's pretty good and will fill you up."
After Merv placed their orders, they found a quiet spot to talk. "No, seriously Neha. I didn't expect to see you back here. I have to admit I was a tad worried being trapped in the middle of that bushfire so I hate to think what you were going through. Everything we did in the shed, well, it was great and obviously kept your mind off what was outside, but still. Scary stuff."
Neha sipped her beer and nodded. "Ya, I was terrified. I told my parents and my relatives what happened - well, some of what happened, and they insisted I came back when we saw it was safe and offer you a reward for saving me. They think you are heroes, and so do I. I hope you get medals for this. But I wanted to say thank you all again personally." She looked around the room. "Is Bob and Tyler coming?"
"Medals for that? Nah. That was just one battle in a long war. There'll be a bit of a do at the end of summer, but not now. Can't afford to get complacent. So, Bob's actually driving to Sydney. You probably passed each other. Tyler's got cricket practice, but should be here in about an hour. Bob's a bit annoyed he's missed you, but Tyler's itching to catch up. He was planning to give training a miss, but if he didn't go, he's out of the finals. They're getting tough on part time players."
"Oh, ok. I'm sorry I missed Bob, but it's good I'll meet Tyler."
"Yeah, he wants to meet you again. Dunno why."
Neha giggled. "Neither do I." She had been on her way to Nowra to meet up with a guy her parents hoped would become her husband. Unknowingly, she'd driven around a Police road block and into the middle of a raging bushfire. Bad luck piled onto more bad luck, and she had been bundled into the back of a fire truck that was also trying to escape the inferno that threatened to engulf them.
The driver, Merv's son Bob, got the damaged truck to a shearing shed where the crew and Neha could safely wait out the fire. Merv led a semi-naked Neha into the shed, where he reassured her they were safe and everything was going to be ok.
Merv had found himself being used as a distraction from the fire, and shortly after Bob discovered Neha riding his dad, he was balls deep in her arse at the same time. A bit later Tyler, Bob's son, tried some porno moves on her tonsils which got him sent to the naughty corner. After some pleading from the other two guys, Neha relented and taught him how to nicely treat someone giving him a blowjob.
This had been a first for them all. Three generations of the same family all fucking the same woman. Neha loved it. It was a great distraction from what was happening outside. Once that had finished, Neha took great delight in teaching Tyler how she wanted to be treated. He had reluctantly admitted he had zero experience with women, but he proved to be a very willing and able student. Neha had tried to keep track of who had fucked what and when, but she gave up counting with Tyler. His hands and cock were everywhere, only leaving her alone when his dad asked to swap in. As Bob had said - Tyler was young, dumb and full of cum.
Neha managed to get some sleep literally under Merv's protective arm. He insisted she had to get some rest as there was still a long drive for her ahead and being completely worn out wouldn't be a good thing - assuming her car wasn't a smoking wreck. She was a hot, sticky mess the following morning, so he suggested Tyler give her a shower using the smaller spray hose on the truck. The fire had calmed down overnight with a sprinkle of rain, and the day was just magnificent. Watching the two youngsters play under the hose made both older guys smile. A bit over twelve hours previously they were scared for their lives, and now? Didn't have a care.
"Neha, I have to say, I don't know how you do it." Merv leaned forward and whispered, "The way you did what you did, and hardly a break for hours. I just didn't think it was humanly possible."
"Let's just say I've had a lot of practice, and it's something I enjoy. That always helps." Neha smiled at the waitress who brought out their dinners, then gasped at the size of the schnitzel. "Behenchod! That's from one chicken? It's huge!"
Merv chuckled as he started cutting up his lamb's fry. "Just do your best, love. It's made for old goats like me, not saplings like you. Still, the way you burn off energy when you're, umm, getting involved, you need a big meal. You really are something special."
Neha poured some gravy over the chips and shook her head. "Really, I'm not. It's just sex. Everyone can do it, everyone likes it, and you don't need any training. What you guys do, that is special. You volunteer to go out by yourselves to face a fiery monster that could easily kill you. You are more than special, you are heroes."
