Everything's Bigger in Texas
A Futa Firefighter Story
By
Dongstar
Disaster! One of the rigs had caught fire. A plume of blazing oil towered over the field like the fiery finger of God.
"If we don't get this out soon, the whole field will be ablaze in a couple hours!" the foreman shouted over the roar of the inferno. Even a thousand yards away, the foreman could feel the heat of the blaze on his cheek.
The fire trucks at the base of the fiery pillar looked like toys compared to the column of death rising over them. The pathetic streams of their hoses vanished immediately into the wall of fire like piss into a river.
"Head office says Houston is flying out a special fire team," yelled the site commander.
"Special team?" said the foreman. "Don't tell me they're sending those dickchick freaks to jack off all over my field!"
"I think they're called 'futanari,' sir. They might be the only way to stop this before it gets totally out of control!" answered the site commander.
The foreman's angry reply was drowned out by a sudden thunder from above that made both men duck in alarm. A red Sikorsky HH-60J swooped low over their heads, speeding toward the inferno. The helicopter did a circle of the blaze at a recklessly close range before looping back to land in an open gravel lot a few hundred feet back from the barrier formed by the fire trucks.
The two men shared a look before sprinting over to the landing site, ducking low against the wind, hands clamped firmly on top of their hardhats.
The foreman and commander arrived just as the blades had fully wound down and the side door of the helicopter slid open.
Five women stood in the doorway. Each of them was tall, fit, and stunningly good looking.
"Did they send firefighters or strippers?" asked the site commander.
The women certainly weren't dressed like they were there to fight a fire. Between the cowboy hats, brown leather thigh-high boots and the long-sleeved cowhide crop tops, they looked more like they'd gotten lost on the way to a bachelor party. Only the letters "HFFD" on their sleeves and the huge Houston Futa Fire Department logo on their oversized belt buckles gave any clue as to their true purpose.
Of course, it wasn't the belt buckles that caught the foreman's eye, or even the fact that the women wore belts even though they weren't wearing pants. Like most people seeing a futa firefighting team in person for the first time, the foreman's eyes were locked squarely on the cannons jutting from between each of the women's legs.
Each woman sported a massive, girthy erection topped by a flared, purple cockhead bigger than a plum. The smallest cock in the group couldn't have been less than a foot long, and most looked bigger than the girls' forearms.
A stern-faced girl with pursed, plush bimbo lips broke off from the group and headed toward the foreman. In addition to the normal uniform, she also wore a heavy bandolier lined with pouches. She sashayed up to the foreman like a runway model. The exaggerated walk sent her hips and cock swaying in opposite rhythm with each other. It was almost hypnotic.
She stopped with the tip of her monster schlong a few inches from the foreman's paunchy belly. She was already fairly tall, and the six-inch stripper heels on her boots gave her nearly a head of height over the foreman. Her obviously fake E-cup titties bounced just beneath the man's chin.
"Are you in charge here?" she demanded. Though she spoke loud enough to be heard over the rush of wind and roaring water, she didn't seem to shout.
"Ah reckon ah am," answered the foreman, puffing out his chest.
"Get these firetrucks out of here," she ordered.
"You don't call the shots around here, freak," answered the foreman, angrily.
The woman pulled a wallet from her underboob cleavage and opened it to flash a very heavy-looking badge.
"Houston Texas Special Deputy Fire Marshall Alexis VanCleef" she announced. "I'm taking control of this scene. You have sixty second to get these trucks out of here or they're getting hosed down like everything else."
She thrust out her hips for emphasis, striking the foreman right in his prominent gut with her battering ram.
The foreman's face darkened but he bit back his objections and turned to the site commander.
"Johnson!" he had to slap the site commander on the head to get the man's attention. Johnson had been standing there with a vacant grin on his face as he stared stupidly at the futa firefighter's massive hose.
"Get these trucks out of here," ordered the foreman.
Johnson shook himself out of his trance and started shouting orders into his radio.
Alexis went back to confer with her team.
'We're wasting time," Jenny told her when she got back. The petite brunette adjusted her glasses as she surveyed the fire. "That gusher is spraying flaming globs of oil for miles downwind. It's a miracle the rest of the field hasn't gone up already."
"Be ready to move as soon as those trucks are clear," ordered Alexis.
The rest of the team stood at attention and saluted.
It took more than three minutes to get the trucks out of the way. Apparently they had been making a bigger difference than it looked, because as soon as the spray of water stopped, the billowing cloud of flame seemed to climb twice as high.
"Let's move, ladies!" bellowed Alexis.
The other girls were already stroking their monster cocks. The quantum particles implanted in the women's artificial prostates churned out impossible volumes of hot spunk as their balls swelled with seed.
"Fffuck I love big fires!" shouted Tiffany. The statuesque blonde had the shortest cock, but massive girth and huge, heavy balls the size of grapefruit. Her cumslit was so wide she could fit two fingers inside easily. "It's the only time I really get to cut loose!"
The girls took up positions around the fire, getting as close as the blast-furnace heat would allow.
Alexis gave the hand signal to start releasing their loads.
Five cones of thick, pearly white jism converged on the flaming oil rig, colliding in a plume of white goo that rose even higher than the rising flames. The pressure of their ejaculations was so great that the frame of the oil rig crumpled like aluminum foil.
"It's a gusher!" laughed Maria. The tall, broad-shouldered Mexican woman had easily the biggest stream of the five girls. No surprise, considering her cock was freakishly huge even by the standards of the futa fire department. Through some fluke of quantum mechanics, her cock was as long as one of her muscular thighs and thicker than a soda can, with a pair of testes that put footballs to shame swinging heavily underneath.
Within minutes, the fire was completely smothered beneath a pile of girlspunk. The heap of pungent ooze was so high it completely buried the twisted wreckage of the rig. Runoff from the massive cumshot left them all standing calf deep in a slow flowing river of baby batter.