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Steve

By: ejls



Steve sat back on his chair, feet up on the ottoman, reflecting on his life. It was good. He was young, good-looking and had recently purchased a small two bedroom home, on the west-side outskirts of Birmingham, in the West Midlands of England. Close enough to enjoy city life and going to clubs, far enough outside the hustle and bustle to walk his dogs, a Yorkshire terrier and a Sheltie. He was lucky too, and had a job he loved.

At age eighteen, he began the recruitment process to become a firefighter. It was a long procedure, taking over six months to be accepted, before going through the thirteen week training. After that, he got through the nine month probation period without a problem. Although he was by far the youngest man in the department, his hard work, dedication and willingness to go above and beyond garnered the respect of his older peers. He finished his additional training to reach NVQ level 3 in two and a half years. Now twenty-five years old, he was a seasoned veteran of the West Midlands Fire Service.

His social life had suffered because of the time needed to study for his NVQ. His girlfriend, Tess, had understood for about the first year, and then gradually began to remove herself from his life. He honestly never saw it coming until he came home one day to find her packing to leave. His heart aching, he threw himself into his work, saving his money to get out of living in a flat and into his own home.

His mum and sis helped give his place a homey feel, but still there were times, late at night, when his bed felt empty. There was no lack of women who wanted to bed the young fireman. After all, he stood over six feet tall, had six-pack abs from working out, dark hair and turquoise blue eyes. When Steve walked down the street in his uniform, women's heads turned. But lately, he just wasn't in the mood to go clubbing.

He finally decided he needed to blow off some steam. He had an old auntie on his mum's side who lived in a market town called Tregaron, in the county of Ceredigion, Wales. His sister agreed to care for his dogs and picked them up Friday afternoon. Steve drove west to spend an overnight hiking. 

He found his auntie's cottage on the banks of the River Brenig at around six in the evening. The tiny, wrinkled, silver-haired woman greeted Steve with open arms and a hot steak pie. She told him tales of relatives long gone, and he sat with her until she fell asleep in her chair. He covered her with a shawl and went up to bed.

Steve told his auntie that he would be up early in the morning and leave by daybreak. When he rose, he was greeted by the aroma of fresh baked bread and bacon cooking.

He towered over the little woman as he approached her from behind while she was cooking at the stove.

"Morning auntie," he whispered in her ear and kissed her cheek.

She squealed with surprise and playfully batted him away, towards the table.

"You shouldn't have gone to this bother."

"Dearie, if ye be thinking I'd send you off without a warm meal, then you're not as smart as I thought you were," she said shaking her finger at him.

She served a breakfast of eggs, bacon, juice, tea and fresh baked brown bread, with marmalade. While Steve devoured the morning feast, she wrapped bread, cheese, fruit and chocolate into a sack. Steve had already packed a supply of canned soup, dried fruit, nuts, protein bars and water, but this was a delightful treat.

Steve was on his journey by seven, heading toward Llanddewi-Brefi, a short few miles away. His rucksack was minimally packed with camping dishes, torch, matches, liquid soap, dry socks, boxers, fleece jacket and a light bedroll. The weather was supposed to be perfect for hiking. He wore his docker shorts, Rugby shirt and his most comfortable hiking boots. His plan was to spend the day hiking around Llyn Brianne Reservoir and spend the night at the Tyncornel Bunkhouse, a youth hostel he had made a reservation for that night.

It was an idyllic day. The red kites were hovering above Steve's head as the ravens chased them at the Cors Caron Nature Reserve. He heard the calls of the barn owls and jays. He rested mid day, snacking on protein bars and fruit. He had consumed a good amount of his water, but the streams were clear and he could easily replenish his supply.

His lunch rejuvenated him and Steve set out at an ambitious pace. The young man hiked for the rest of the afternoon, eventually making his way to the hostel.

The bunkhouse was in a remote area, high in the hills. It was about a mile from the nearest house and seven miles from the closest phone box or pub. When he walked onto the porch the atmosphere felt warm and friendly. It was very basic, but had electricity and working showers. There were two bedrooms with eight beds each, a kitchen and dining area. It appeared he had the place all to himself.

Steve opted to eat his soup and sandwiches on the porch, and watch the last remaining colors in the sky, while the sun sank behind the hills. The tranquility was broken by the screech of a feminine voice and the sounds of laughter. Around the corner of the old house came a happy threesome; two young women and a young man. They barely noticed Steve until they stopped and collapsed in the chairs around him.

They became quiet when they saw him, then the girls burst into a fit of giggles. Steve stared at the two pretty teens, at first thinking he was looking at twins. Before him sat two blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauties. Upon closer look, he realized they were not twins, but very likely sisters.

One of the girls was smaller and younger, he assumed. Her yellow hair was cut in a bob around her face, and her eyes were pale blue. She was tiny, about five foot three inches tall and maybe one hundred ten pounds, on a boyish body. Not much in the way of breasts -- at least not compared to the other girl who must have been her older sister. 

She was stunning. Her wheat-blonde hair was loosely tied back off her face and her eyes were the color of a summer sky. She was a tall young woman with a body that looked like it was made for sex. Steve could see the outline of her nipples on her ample bosom, through her thin t-shirt. He felt himself stirring inside his pants.

The strong-looking young man who accompanied them stuck his out his hand. 

"Evenin' mate, my names Padrig," he said as he put his arm around the petite girl. "This is my girl, Caron, and her sister Meredith. Would ya be stayin' here tonight?"

Steve rose to shake Padrig's hand. "Yeah, got here a while ago. Looks like we're the only ones staying here. Name's Steve."

"Well, tonight just got a whole lot more interesting," grinned Meredith, as she looked Steve dead in the eye.

Steve thought he saw a look; the kind of look a woman gives a man when she wants him. No, he thought, don't go imagining things.

Padrig pulled Caron onto his lap and began kissing her, while running his hands up and down her body. They certainly weren't shy, thought Steve, his eyes inadvertently falling on Meredith.

"You want to show me around, sweets? I've been putting up with this all day," she said, her face lighting up as she smiled.

Steve nodded and motioned to the door. He could have sworn Meredith deliberately walked close enough to him, to brush his body as she strolled into the bunkhouse. Inside, Steve showed her the kitchen area, the bath facilities, and then came to the first bedroom.

"Hmm, "she murmured while she looked around. "The beds are a little inconvenient. Can't get really friendly on small cots like these, now can you? Come on; help me put these mattresses on the floor."

Steve looked surprised as she started to pull the mattresses, creating one huge bed.

"There, don't you think this is better?" she asked. She turned and walked towards him, put her arms through his, wrapping them around his back, and pressing herself against him.

When his mouth opened in shock, Meredith took full advantage by kissing him and pushing her tongue into his mouth. This was an invitation he was NOT going to refuse. Steve pulled her closer to him and returned her advances with those of his own.

Hands began to roam, to her breasts, to his cock. Mouths explored necks, ears, throats, working their way lover. No words were spoken. Soon there was only the sound of heavy breathing, zippers being pulled down and clothes being dropped to the floor.

Meredith pushed Steve backwards until he fell on the mattresses. She joined him, stretching her long lean body on top of his. Her young pussy was already wet as she straddled his big, hard cock and impaled herself in one fluid motion. Her pink, puffy nipples looked like bull's-eye targets and were not to be ignored. While she moved against him, working his cock, Meredith leaned forward so that her thirty-eight D's hung in Steve's face and he could suckle them to his heart's content.

Meredith was like an animal, taking what she wanted and fucking him hard. Steve massaged her breasts for a while, sucking them, biting them and then moved his hands to her hips. She braced her hands against his shoulders while he helped her move up and down, meeting her urgent thrusts with his own.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Steve managed to growl after a short time.

"Good," she growled back as she came down on him harder.

The feeling of his hot spunk shooting up inside her set off her own explosive orgasm. Meredith threw her head back and yowled, digging her nails into his shoulders and milking his cock with her spasming pussy.

When their motions slowed, Meredith collapsed on Steve's chest, burying her face in his neck and nibbling at his ear. Steve ran his strong hands over her back, stroking her and holding her.

"Jesus, woman, you about rode me into the ground."

She lifted her head and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. "You haven't see anything yet, "she giggled.

Meredith rolled off him and lay to his side. She wrapped her long legs and arms around him. She was straddling his hip and he could feel their combined juices dripping from her.

There was not enough time to react as a nude Padrig and Caron burst into the room.

"Hey! Started without us?" Caron's voice rang out.

Before Steve knew what was happening, Caron crawled between his legs and he felt her hot mouth surround his cock, cleaning him and sucking him back to hardness. Meredith rolled fully onto her back. Steve looked over and saw Padrig feasting on her dripping pussy. Oh Christ, Steve thought, what the hell was happening?

Meredith was moaning under the attentions Padrig was paying to her pussy and clit. Steve felt is cock getting hard and moaned at the pleasure he was receiving from Caron.

"Not fair!" Caron called out, when she saw her boyfriend and sister together. She came off Steve's cock long enough to crawl around to Meredith's head and straddle her sister's face. She scooched down Steve's body and resumed her playing. 

It was nothing Steve had ever experienced, but it was almost everything he had fantasized about. Padrig was happily gobbling up Steve's spunk that was leaking out of Meredith. Meredith had her face covered by her sister's pussy and she was starting to push her fingers into Caron. Caron was enthusiastically sucking Steve's cock, while massaging his balls. It was like something on his favorite porn site. He closed his eyes and lost himself in the moment.

"Bloody hell," Padrig said in an exasperated voice. "Gotta pee."

When he got off Meredith's pussy, Caron left Steve's cock. His eyes snapped open as the cool night air hit the moistened member. He looked at the girls who had obviously enjoyed each other before. Caron fully knelt over her sister's body, now merrily eating where Padrig left off. Meredith was sucking on Caron's clit while thrusting her fingers in and out of her pink hole, now glistening in its own juices.

Steve turned on his side and watched, now mesmerized by the young blonde's sexual play. His cock stayed hard and he stroked it in time to Meredith's fingers. When Padrig re-entered the room his cock immediately jumped at the sight of the girl-on-girl action.

"Well?" he asked, looking at Steve.

"Hey man, no way! I don't do guys!"

"Hell, no, didn't mean that! You like what you see? Ever had a eighteen year old suck your cock like that? Great, ain't she?" Patrick was grinning from ear to ear.

Steve sat straight up. "Eighteen! Oh Christ, I didn't know she was that young!"

"Relax, man. A few months ago she let Meredith join us and those two have been playing ever since. Mer's not too bad for an older girl. But I tell ya, ain't nothin' like two girls at once"

Padrig sat on the other side of the girls and stoked his cock while he leaned over and massaged Meredith's firm breasts. Steve turned to the girls and tentatively began to run his large hand over Caron's ass. Seeing this little girl with her ass up in the air did something to him -- something he never would have dared before.

He got up on his knees behind Caron and spread her ass cheeks. Her puckered rosebud seemed to wink at him. He looked over at Padrig who smiled and nodded. Steve bent in and licked the tight hole. A shiver ran though Caron's body. Steve licked again, this time forcing his tongue inside. Damn, she was tight, but it was going to be so worth it. He gathered the spit in his mouth and pushed it inside her.

He pulled away, put his middle finger in his mouth to wet it and then began to work it into Caron's ass. He thought he heard her mutter something as she continued to eat out Meredith's pussy. He was surprised that she relaxed enough to let his finger in. Very slowly, very carefully, he began to move it in and out.

Caron raised her head now and looked at him. "Oh yeah..." she hissed and began moving her hips with his finger. More spit, and Steve eased a second finger in, turning it, feeling her little hole begin to stretch and loosen more. His cock raged as he thought of taking her, and he began to drip precum on Meredith's forehead, while Caron was still straddling her sister.

When he pulled Caron away from her sister he heard Meredith exclaim, "Hey!"

Padrig took care of the neglected older girl by shoving his cock deep inside her. Steve saw Meredith's legs wrap around her sister's boyfriend, while he fucked her like a machine.

Not to be outdone, Steve took Caron from behind and plunged his hot shaft into her young pussy. He was soon covered in her wetness, as she fucked him back. Oh no, he thought, as pleasant as this is, it's not what I want, he thought.

He leaned back and his cock came of Caron's pussy with a pop. He spread her ass cheeks and gave a spit, hitting his target. Tenderly, he pushed his lubed cock against the tight ring. Taking his time, not wanting to hurt her, Steve began the slow process of easing his cock into her back door. They each gasped at the same time -- he because of her tightness, she because of his size. Padrig was a respectable six and a half inches and wide girthed, but Steve had to be every bit nine inches.

It was slow going, but Steve was not a savage. Caron was going to enjoy this as much as he. He reached his long arms around her and ran a finger up and down her slit, spreading the wetness from her pussy. When he touched her hard pearl, Caron jumped. Gently, he massaged her clit as he proceeded to push in deeper.

The night was quiet except for the sound of bodies coming together and young people panting. Caron's small body began to shudder and a quiet "Ohhh..." could be heard. Steve continued his massage of her clit as she began to orgasm. She backed into Steve hard as he moved in and out of her ass, and he took it as a sign to move a little faster.

Steve brought his hands to her hips and now held her firmly. His cock was moving in and out of the tight hole without any problems. Caron was still trembling from her cum, but actively moved with him, her body urging his.

Steve glanced over at Meredith and Padrig. Padrig was pulling at her nipple with his teeth. Meredith had her nails dug deep into his ass. Steve watched as her legs tensed and she squeezed his body like a vise. Her eyes were closed and the room was filled with her voice screaming, "Yesss! Fuck me!"

Padrig thrust into her so hard, he slid her across the mattress. The veins in his neck were throbbing as he lifted up, thrust in hard and held there.

It was more than Steve could take, watching the two fucking and feeling his cock tightly held in Caron's ass. The hot jism shot out, filling her anal cavity. He forced himself not to push any deeper into the tiny girl, but let himself enjoy the feeling of his balls emptying. Caron's arms collapsed and her body went face down on the bed. Steve withdrew from her and fell next to her on the mattress.

"That was so fucking hot," he said, scooping her up and bringing her delicate body into his arms. She wound her arms up around his neck and pulled her body closer. 

"Thank you," she whispered, "but as great as that was I think you're just a little too big for me. I think I'll keep my Padrig."

"Will ya now?" Padrig asked with a sheepish grin. "Come here, baby."

He crawled over to his girlfriend and pulled her out of Steve's arms. The two moved to the corner of the mattresses and cuddled together, whispering so no one could hear.

Steve stood up, grabbed his rucksack and made his way to the shower. The warm water felt great and he closed his eyes as he reflected on what happened.

"Need help?"

Steve turned around to see Meredith at the entrance of the shower. Slowly a sly look crossed her face as she stepped in to join him. She took the small bottle of liquid soap from him and poured a dollop into the palm of her hand. She began to rub her hands together, creating a lather and very carefully, reached for Steve's cock and began to clean him.

"Jesus, woman," he muttered as she stroked him with gentle but firm strokes. She pulled on his cock and massaged his balls, cleaning him, but also making him hard again. She looked like a water nymph, with her hair in wet tendrils and water running in rivers down her body, between her breasts.

"Please Mer, you're getting me off."

Meredith never said a word, but sank to her knees. She raised his cock and went straight for his balls. She tugged at his sack with her teeth, and then sucked his balls into her mouth. Her hand never stopped stroking him. Steve leaned back against the wall, afraid he would fall if he didn't have some support.

Meredith left his balls, but started massaging them with her hand. She began licking his shaft, coming up to the tip then going back down. She licked up to his slit, tasting the precum that had formed, and back down again. Steve thought he would lose his mind, until he felt her take him in her mouth. She took him in deep, holding him and humming on his cock. The vibrations shot right through him. Although he had cum twice already, he knew the way she was sucking him, he would not last long.

Up and down, bobbing, sucking hard, Meredith moved her mouth on Steve's cock. She had never worked on a man this large, but was determined to take as much as she could. Relax, deeper, relax, deeper, she told herself. She felt her throat open as more of him moved in. She moved like a woman possessed, wanting to pleasure this man, wanting to feel him shoot down her throat.

Without warning, she got her wish. Steve exhaled loudly, muttering "Oh shit!"

She counted the spurts as they jettisoned down her throat. One, two, three, four, five rapid bursts. She kept sucking until she drained him. She slid up his body, rubbing hers against his. Steve wrapped his arms around her, and just held her. Damn, what a woman.

Drying off after the shower, the two made their way to the porch. The young teens were sound asleep in each other's arms. Steve made tea for he and Meredith, and brought some chocolate.


Steve



They sat in the quiet of the night, listening to the evening sounds.

"Tell me, Steve, what do you do aside from hiking?" asked Meredith.

Steve took a bite of the chocolate and let it melt in his mouth. "I live outside Birmingham. I'm a fireman in West Midlands. You?"

"I've been going to university in Birmingham," she smiled.

Oh shit, he thought, am I in trouble now.



Steve



Summary: A talented young man loses his virginity and finds love.
Keywords: MF, consensual, oral, pregnancy, SF 
Version: 1.00

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STANDARD DISCLAIMER

The following piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment. 

It contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you are offended by sexually explicit content or language, please DO NOT read any further.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this disclaimer attached.

Copyright (C) 2011 Jack Wellard. All rights reserved.





Steve

Chapter One - Alice

It is 1990 and a twenty-year old man is getting ready for work.

Just another average cloudy Tuesday; it seemed like an ordinary day. There were no thunderbolts, no booming voices from the skies, but this became a day like no other.

I turned off the light and left the bathroom running my hand across my freshly shaved face. "Smooooth, man" I murmured inwardly, thinking sultry jazz thoughts. My skin still tingled from the cold water I had splashed over my face to finish the morning's ablutions. Back in my room I looked for my after-shave cream, then I remembered that the last tube was completely squeezed out yesterday. No problem, I thought I should be able to get some on the way home from the office.

Breakfast done I put the cereal bowl in the sink and ran some cold water into it, I would include that with this evening's washing up. I slipped the strap of my backpack over my shoulder, adjusted it across my chest and left my house pulling on my cycle helmet. As always, I checked the tyre pressures with a quick press of my thumb and wheeled the bike to the roadside.

On such a grey day there was no sun to dazzle me or the crazy drivers who didn't seem notice cyclists even in perfect light! The previous day's wind had dropped and riding was easy. Wriggling through the stationary traffic on the High Street I made faster progress than the cars with their fogged up windows and loud music. Waiting at the second traffic lights I saw an old lady opening her shop – set back on the wide pavement. I hadn't previously noticed this shop, I guess I was usually too keen to beat the cars away from the lights. Today the lights seem to stay red forever.

As the old lady positioned an advertising board on the pavement to attract customers, two youths slipped into her shop while her back was turned. As she went back into the shop I heard a scream. I was never the hero but on this morning some sort of instinct took over. Lifting the front wheel of the bike up the kerb I pedalled hard towards the door. One of the youths, his hoody still tight around his head rushed out clutching a handbag. Without thinking I rode straight at him. His legs tangled as he tried to avoid this yellow clad silent missile. As he hesitated I slewed the bike hard into his legs, he crashed against the shop front and fell. The other youth ran out of the door, in his hand was a wad of money. I could hear the old lady's shouts as my bike continued its arc and took the legs of the other thief from under him.

Almost as though in slow motion I saw the hand holding the notes swinging upwards as he struggled to regain his balance. My own arm took on a life of its own as my hand stretched out and just lifted the money from his fingers. Still moving at freeze-frame speed my leg stretched to trip the first youth as he resumed his quest for freedom. His arm swung the handbag towards my head. My free hand instinctively moved towards it and managed to tangle into the strap before it thumped the side of my cycle helmet. The robber, now off-balance decided to let go of the bag and escaped in the opposite direction to his comrade-in-arms.

I stepped free of the bike, slipped an arm under the cross-bar to carry it into the shop, one hand full of money, the other still gripping the handbag. The slim old lady was just emerging from below the wooden counter, white-faced and dishevelled but smiling at the sight of her fluorescent hero.

"Are you OK ma'am?" I asked. Silly question but it seemed appropriate.

"I'm fine, young man but how are you?" She replied looking concerned. Despite her recent encounter with the local low life she seemed remarkably perky. As I handed over the cash and her bag she sighed "How very fortunate that you were there to help me." 

With an old-fashioned ker-ching she opened the ancient till to replace the cash, stowed her handbag under the counter and moved towards me.

"You need some attention to that wound." She said, pointing to my leg. In the excitement I hadn't actually noticed, but I must have become tangled with the bike and probably got spiked on a brake lever. In the few seconds while I examined the blood-stained rip in my jeans she had gone into the back room and returned with a tiny white glass jar.

"Trousers down and let's try some of this on the damage." She commanded.

Without a thought I unbuckled my belt and pushed down my faded blue jeans. There was blood oozing from a gash on the upper inside of my right thigh. The old lady pushed my legs apart and carefully opened the little jar and touched one finger into the pure white cream. She delicately applied the ointment and the wound appeared to begin healing as though it had never been there. While I was watching this amazing cure my cock slipped out through the slot in my boxer shorts. She grasped it, looking up and smiling.

"That's a sight for sore eyes, young man! A little beauty has come to see me . . mmmmm, nice and warm!" 

"Sorry . ." I blustered. "I didn't realise that might happen. 'Little' is rather appropriate though. I often wish it was a bit bigger!"

"Mmmm" She said, gently squeezing my errant penis. "It seems to be growing already!" She smiled as she rubbed some of the cream still on her finger around my cock.

Almost as quickly as she had taken hold of my penis she released her gentle hold and eased it back into my boxer shorts. It still seemed to be growing; I imagined it was just yet another youthful erection. The pleasure of being touched by someone else was a very rare experience for me.

The old lady peered at the wound, or at the place where it had been.

"That seems fine." She said with a smile. "All better now. Pull up your trousers please." Raising herself elegantly into a standing position she looked into my face, cocked her head to one side and continued. "You are my hero!" Her smile lit up the shop. "What can I do to repay you for your bravery?"

"How about a nice cup of tea, while I fix my bike?" I suggested.

I heard the kettle being filled and switched on almost as I said the words. She came returned from the back room. "No problem young man; that will be my pleasure. How do you feel after this morning's incident?" She asked.

I was examining the bike thinking I would probably have to take it home and get the bus to work. "Oh I'm fine thanks Mrs . . er, I'm sorry I don't know your name. It's a great shame these kids get into the situation where they have to steal. I wish they could come back and apologise and maybe explain why they picked on an old lady. Oh, sorry, Mrs . . er I didn't mean to . ."

She was chuckling. "That's OK, just call me Alice. I know what you mean and I appreciate your concern. Now, what does a pair of those trousers cost these days?"  She ker-chinged the till and pulled out two twenty pound notes.

"Will this cover it do you think?" She enquired as she offered the cash.

"Really no, Alice. Look, these jeans are quite old and I'm sure they only cost half of that in the market anyway." I was embarrassed to take any money but she ignored my negative response and laid the notes on the counter.  She disappeared towards the back of the shop as the kettle boiled and I returned to inspecting the bent bike.

As I leaned the machine away from to try to assess the damage there was a knock at the door, it opened and the two hooded youths shuffled in! Something in their demeanour averted my first fear that they had come to complete their failed robbery. They stood quietly inside the door saying nothing.  As Alice came in I suggested. "Gentlemen should remove their headgear in the presence of a lady."  Without a word they pushed their hoods back revealing their young faces. As they looked at me I realised I still had my cycle helmet on, I un-strapped it and pulled it off smiling "That goes for me too!"

That eased the tension and we all relaxed a little. The boys almost competed to say the next word as they began to apologise, looking anxiously from me to Alice. They claimed they had never done anything like that before and that they were really sorry. I had to give them credit for coming back and actually volunteering to apologise. I felt that they were genuinely repentant.

"Why don't we all help to clear up the mess for this lady so she can open the shop properly?" I suggested.

They were more than willing. The younger boy carried cycle tools in his bag. He quickly adjusted my bike back to order and smiled as he returned it to me.

The taller of the pair was making a good job of re-stacking the shelves, even taking care to keep the labels facing forwards and lining up jars and bottles neatly in straight lines. I think he must have worked in a supermarket in his spare time.

When they were finished I shook their hands.  "OK lads, stay out of trouble – pay attention in school and always do your best, OK?" Did I really sound like my grandfather?

They smiled apologetically, nodded, apologised again to Alice and pulled up their hoods as they left the shop.

Alice looked at me her bright blue eyes twinkling. "Why were you so nice to those boys?" She enquired.

I pondered a moment, wondering the same thing myself. "I guess they were genuine in their admission of guilt. They didn't try to make excuses and everyone deserves a second chance."  As I spoke I gazed straight into those lovely eyes. Before I realised what it I was saying "You have the most beautiful eyes, Alice. I don't think I will ever forget them!"

She gently slapped my arm as she laughed. "You young flatterer, that's the way to win the ladies!"

"Sorry, it's not my usual style – I wish I could do better. I normally get so tongue-tied around women. You seem to have untangled it for me!"

She laughed again. "Look! The two twenty-pound notes are still on the counter, those lads could have taken them quite easily while we were distracted."

As I nodded she picked them up and pressed them in my hand. "I won't take no for an answer, so use this to get some new trousers please." Reaching onto the shelf behind her she also produced the small white jar she had used earlier. "I want you to have this as well, it will help you." She paused, obviously sensing my confusion. "Whether it is a physical ailment like your wound or perhaps a decision you have to make just dip one finger lightly into the cream and rub in gently, you will be surprised how far it will go. Look, it even works as an after-shave." Gently dipping her finger onto the surface she proceeded to softly caress the cream into my face.

It felt wonderful! I wasn't sure whether the cream or the caressing was giving the pleasure but I enjoyed the treatment immensely.

"There, how does that feel young man?" She smiled as she dabbed the end of my nose with the finger.

"Just great Alice, thanks very much for that. Can I come back for a refill if it runs out?"

Alice looked almost serious for the first time that morning. "If you use only the tip of one finger you will see that the cream also has special properties to re-generate itself. It will never run out if you follow that simple rule, OK?"  She put the little jar into my hand and closed my fingers around it.

"Keep it with you at all times; you never know when you might need it." With that final and enigmatic instruction she turned away. I slipped the jar into my jacket and zipped the pocket closed.

"Now, maybe you need to get to work and explain why you are so late. Do you want me to phone them?" She cocked her head to one side.

"Thanks Alice, I should be fine. I'm usually on time and I work hard while I'm there. As I seem to be the only one who understands their computer system I don't think they will get too cross with me for just one late morning."

Alice smiled and patted my arm. "Come back and see me sometime Steve, I would like that.  Maybe we can have a cup of tea and a chat."  She moved behind the counter and started to look business-like so I agreed, wheeled the cycle through the doorway and waved goodbye.



Chapter Two - June

As I locked my bike in the basement of our office building and climbed the stairs two at a time I wondered how Alice knew my name.

"So, who's a late boy then?" The voice of the office twerp rang out as I reached our floor.

"Hi Reggie. How are you today?" I replied, forcing a grin.

"Not so bad, Stevie-boy. I think the boss wants to see you when you finally arrive!" Reg Warman really was the pig's backside when it came to stirring up trouble in the office.

"Thanks Reggie, probably promotion don't you think?" I quickly responded, then went on. "I sometimes wonder if you might sit at your desk and spend the day working instead of looking for mischief. Perhaps you could start today?" Reggie stared at me, I thought I might have gone too far but he smiled weakly and mumbled something about lots to do as he opened the door for me and followed me inside.

Donna immediately saw my torn and bloodstained jeans.

"Oh Steve, are you alright?  Have you been in a crash?  Look Penny, Steve's been hurt . ." Donna was on her feet and rushing towards me as she spoke, Penny not far behind.

They were lovely girls, very caring. Between them they almost carried me to my desk.

Penny was concerned. "Sit down Steve, are you OK? Do you want a tea or coffee? My mum always says that hot, sweet tea might be better . ."

I calmed them with a smile and told them. "Really, everything's fine. I did have a bit of a mishap but everything's OK now. It was only a slight scratch and it's all fine. On the other hand a coffee sounds great please Penny."  She looked doubtful but having offered felt bound to make her usual excellent brew.

Donna sat alongside me. "Someone phoned Ms Clarkson and told her you had been some sort of hero – she wants to know all about it – so do we." Donna looked lovelier than ever this morning.

"Have you done something new with your hair Donna?" I asked. Her auburn hair always looked nice but I had never dared mention it before.

"Stop trying to change the subject young man." She was just 21, only about a year older than me but liked to remind me of her age seniority occasionally. "I have done it differently, thank you for noticing it – unlike some people." She glared at Reggie who, for a change, was at his desk - head down as he concentrated on his work.

Penny brought three mugs of coffee and even some biscuits. "Well" she said, "What's all the fuss about then? Did Donna tell you Ms Clarkson knows what you've been up to? She wouldn't tell us a thing except she knew why you were delayed on the way to work."

Just to satisfy their curiosity I gave them a potted version of my morning encounter. They drank their coffee in silence. I couldn't remember when they had paid me this much attention before – I was enjoying it greatly. Sipping my coffee between explanations and I was so engrossed in their attentive faces that I didn't notice June Clarkson standing behind me.

As I finished Donna and Penny saw her and stood up. "Sorry Ms Clarkson, Steve was just coming to see you." Penny explained.

"Thanks Penny." The boss was smiling for a change. "I will probably only need Steve for a few minutes; so please cover his phone while he is away." She turned and walked briskly to the door obviously expecting me to follow.

"Thanks Penny." I said, offering my empty coffee mug with a smile. "That was delicious as always – I'm back to 100 per cent now. See you in a few mins."

As I followed the boss I realised how athletic and shapely her legs were as she strode ahead. I was entranced by the rolling of her hips and the swirl of her skirt. I realised that I was seeing her as a desirable woman rather than the usual authority figure. Luckily she reached her office door before I became over-excited.

In Ms Clarkson's office she waved me to a seat in front of her desk. Then, instead of going to her usual formal perch behind the desk, she drew up a chair close beside mine and took one of my hands between both of hers.

"Are you really alright Steve?" Her voice was low and anxious. She seemed genuinely concerned as she scanned my face for clues to my well-being. "Someone, who just called herself Alice, phoned and said you had tackled two thugs and recovered the goods they had stolen from her shop." Her fingers were warm and gentle as they stroked the hand she held. How did Alice know where I worked and who to contact? Ms Clarkson's squeeze of my hand brought my attention back.

"Really Ms Clarkson, it was nothing. I just acted on instinct and got lucky. The two boys were as confused as I was but they had more to lose than me so they gave up easily and ran away." I was surprised to find that she had drawn my hand onto her own lap as she continued to caress it.

"Please call me June when you are in this office." She looked into my eyes. I had never been this close to the boss before and I had an urge to kiss those lovely lips. Almost as though she read my thoughts she moved one hand to behind my neck lightly caressing the skin where my hair ended.

"Steve" she breathed huskily. "I really need to kiss you!" She pulled my face to hers. My experience of kissing was not great and as I tasted her luscious lips I wished I could do them justice. From out of nowhere I found my hands holding her face as I kissed tenderly. She opened her lips and we breathed the same air as our tongues made contact. I was in heaven, my kissing experience had never reached these levels but some instinct encouraged me to take control.

June's hand was still behind my head pulling me closer, her other hand was making progress up my thigh. I opened my eyes and seeing that hers were closed I resumed my kissing in earnest. Breaking off the full lip contact I kissed the corner of her mouth and slowly kissed my way around her face. Her skin was soft, so tasty and responsive.

Down below I was amazed as I felt her hand fondling my aroused penis through my jeans. "Steve" she breathed softly. "I'm sorry, but I just have to hold your cock!" For the second time in that morning I found myself dropping my pants – underwear as well this time.

"Oh Steve!" My boss exclaimed as she wrapped her warm fingers around my erection "It's so beautiful!"

I looked down. Instead of my five or six inch weedy dick I now had an eight inch rock-hard erection. I couldn't believe it! June was sliding her fingers along its length and trying to wrap her finger around its solid girth. I made an inward wish not to come too soon as she teased my balls and dropped her head to take the tip of my cock into her mouth. No-one else had ever touched me like this and now to watch my erection disappearing into the delicious mouth of the company boss was a stunning moment.

With some trepidation I was trying to raise the courage to ask if I could touch her breasts (another first for me!) when she let go my penis, ripped her blouse off and unclipped her bra. As she returned to kissing my cock I leaned forward and kissed her naked back. Reaching around her I found her soft, warm breasts. She gasped as I lightly held them in my fingers. Not knowing what else to do, I gently caressed and cupped them as I lightly kissed her arched back.




Steve



Her activities on my erect cock were amazing; I was so pleased I hadn't come too early. June was panting as she lifted and dropped her head. Suddenly she stopped, pushed me off and quickly stepped out of her skirt and panties.

"Steve, I must have you, - NOW!" She demanded and lay back on the floor with her legs spread.

"Sorry June, . . but I've never . ." I started.

"Come here lover, quickly . . I'll show you . . " She growled and delicately using her fingers steered my erect penis into her moist vagina. The delight that overcame me was simply massive. June seemed well excited too! She started bucking against me so I just held myself as hard and still as possible while she spasmed her vagina walls around my cock. She thrashed up against me stifling her moans against my shoulder.

With one mighty crashing thrust she drove herself against my pelvis then sagged down to the floor. I gently lowered my body and held still inside her until her breathing recovered.

"I can't . . pant . .believe . . pant . .this is your . . pant . .first . . time!" As she spoke her vagina clasped and released my penis.  "My God Steve, if I had known you were this good I would have fucked you on day one!" June pushed her hips hard against me.

From some distant primeval instinct I began a slow withdrawal and deep thrust back into her delightful body. I was engrossed by the way her breasts reacted to the repeated movement; they seemed to shift in retrospect! June was groaning, her head rolling from side to side. She had raised her hips to accommodate my plunges into her raging body. I soon felt a familiar tingling rising in my balls, echoing through my pelvis and increasing the tempo of my charging cock.

"Please . . come . . please . . come . . I want it now . . please . ." June chanted, becoming louder.

My rampant cock was only too pleased to comply. My pace increased to frantic and then suddenly stopped as deep inside June as I could reach . . and I came . . hard . . throbbing and jerking. Not my usual miserly teaspoonful, this seemed more like an eruption, firing hot jets of fluid far inside her body. I stayed deep and hard holding my weight on extended arms which slowly collapsed until my torso merged with June's. We breathed in unison.

"Thank you. Thank you Steve." June whispered, caressing my sweaty back. "That was fucking amazing!"

I had never heard my boss use any language other than extremely proper and well constructed English. Now it seemed her Anglo-Saxon side was emerging!

"Steve" June murmured, "That was the very best sex I have ever, ever, fucking ever had. You are a dark one young man. Will you do the girls in the office as well?" She seemed to be babbling but her hot cunt was pulsing along my cock suggested to me that she wanted more, very soon! I wish I knew what to do!

Instinctively I held her close and rolled so that I was on my back on the office floor. Slowly she peeled herself from my chest pushing herself upright, drawing her knees alongside my ribs. She began a long, slow writhing dance. Her body was drawing pleasure from my still hard dick buried inside her belly. Her breasts rolled to a different rhythm, no less fascinating and equally pleasurable.

I lay back watching, learning, enjoying. She seemed to be in another place, almost trance-like - physically lodged on my pelvis but spiritually far away. I waited; holding hard, touching, caressing, encouraging those delightful nipples and waiting for her final release.

It seemed to take a long time. There were centuries of pleasure to be taken. June knew her way. She was in control, and she was the boss after all. There were tears on her face, flowing down and dripping onto her white breasts. She was sobbing, smiling, groaning and grinding! 

"Oh Steve, fucking Steve, my fucking cunt is on fire!" She arched her back pressing herself harder onto my pelvis. Her body jerked forward and back, she groaned. "Oh Steve I'm cumming again! I can't go on Steve I'm fucked out!"

She slumped forward. I lay still; I think she might have passed out! Eventually, slowly, unsteadily she roused.  Blearily she peered up into my face. " Steve, no man has ever done that to me. You fucked me into oblivion, where did you learn that?" She slumped forward again, her soft breasts crushed against my chest.

Moments later I was aware that the door quietly opened and I saw Mary, June's p.a., peering down at us.



Chapter Three - Mary

Mary came in quickly, closing the door gently behind her. She seemed unperturbed to find her boss naked on top of an equally naked man. Mary had been p.a. since June started this business. Whereas the majority of people in the company were young and mostly good-looking Mary was in her forties, a little plump and rather matronly.

"Are you OK Steve? I believe June can be very demanding!" As she bustled efficiently around the office picking up clothes she continued "You'll have to help me to move June please." Mary helped me to ease June's relaxed body so that I could sit up.

I had an idea "If I keep her like this I can carry June. Would that be best?" Mary nodded and smiled, maybe she even giggled at the sight of her limp boss being carried naked still impaled on a naked man's erect cock.

Mary carried all our clothes through a discreet door in the back corner of the office. I thought it was just a washroom but there was a hidden door behind the full length mirror that opened into a large bedroom with wardrobes along one wall. June was no weight as I carried her towards the bed.

"No Steve, not on the bed." Instructed Mary. "This way first." She went through yet another door into a large shower room.

"Put June on this seat please Steve."

I lowered my sleeping boss into the wide plastic seat. Glancing at Mary I withdrew my penis from June's vagina, it came out with a loud plop. Mary's eyes were moved slowly from my cock to the June's drooling cunt. She pulled herself together. "Let's get June cleaned up . ." She looked straight at me as continued. ". . there's only one way to do this. I have to get naked as well so we can support June in the shower." Mary went behind the almost clear glass screen where she carefully placed her own clothes alongside those she had carried in with her.

Turning away to start the shower I hoped I could cope with two naked women and retain the dignity of all concerned. It was a complicated shower, Mary moved alongside me.

"Here, let's start with just this one." She twisted a tap and held her hand under the water until the temperature satisfied her.

"Can you lift June and bring her over here? Careful not to slip Steve!" While I went to get June Mary started spraying the water on herself, I noticed that she started her wash at her hairy groin.

" Mary, I think I can carry June in the chair, would that be OK?"

"That's a good idea." She spluttered as she ran the water up to her face.

I stood behind the plastic chair and leaned down to lift it. I whispered quietly in June's ear "It's OK we're just going to get you clean and fresh. Are you OK with that June?"

Whether she replied or not I placed the chair in the middle of the shower where Mary could administer the warm water. Mary quickly rinsed June's hair and face, then she rubbed lightly across her shoulders and down her breasts. I found that a rather arousing scene and my erection began forming. Mary saw it and directed the shower spray at it laughing "No more of that just now young man."

Mary ran the spray down June's legs and feet. "Steve, you need to stand June up so I can reach her . . um, bottom, OK?"

I went behind the chair again murmuring to June as I lifted her clear of the seat. The only way to hold with any comfort was to wrap my arms under hers and across her chest and waist. Mary gently spread June's legs as she directed the soft spray into June's crutch. The problem for me was that my erection was progressing into the space between June's legs. This gave it the opportunity to rise up into the shower spray. Mary took hold of my cock and pushed it firmly to one side, pressing it against June's soft thigh. The spraying water, the touch of a hand and the softness of the thigh just gave my penis more reason to get even harder!

Mary switched my erection to June's other thigh while she made a thorough job of rinsing through the June's blond pubic hair.

Mary seemed engrossed and said "I've never actually seen . ." She drew the tip of my cock and placed it in the entrance to June's cunt. "Push it in please Steve, I just want to watch it go in."

I let June down slightly so that with Mary's guiding hand and gravity my cock edged into paradise again.

"That looks amazing!" Mary whispered, still holding my cock as it slid further into June. "Steve, take it out now please, let me watch it come out."

Easing June upwards achieved the desired effect. Slowly my hard cock, with Mary's fingers still gently wrapped around it, slipped out of June's vagina. June groaned, Mary moaned. I needed to bring an end to this play.

"Come on Mary, let's get June dry and make her comfortable."

That seemed to shake Mary out of her fixation with our sexual union and she shut off the shower and padded off, her breasts bouncing, her nipples hard and pointy. She brought two large pink towels. Draping one towel over a dry plastic seat she indicated for me to put June down in it. I was relieved to lose the burden and while Mary dried June I picked up another towel and began drying myself.  I went over to the clothes and out of Mary's view dipped a finger into my white jar and gently rubbed the cream into my aching cock and balls.  I picked up a fresh towel and draped it around Mary.

"Don't get cold Mary." I said, as I rubbed her shoulders through the towel.

"Thanks Steve, what a gent!" We laughed at the situation but June slumbered through everything. When Mary was happy that June was dry enough she asked me to lift her again and, moving to open the door, indicated for me to bring June that way. Mary peeled back the covers on a huge bed making a place for me to place June's sleeping form. We turned her onto one side and covered her with a lightweight duvet.

"Mary, can I ask you something please?" I asked as I sat alongside her on the edge of the free side of the bed.

"Sure, Steve. What's that?" She picked up my hand almost in the same way June had done earlier.

"I've never done this before." I nodded towards June. "I mean I haven't done anything with a girl before apart from a few cuddles and one or two kisses. This is the first time I have seen a naked woman and the first time a woman has seen me naked too!"  I paused as she moved my hand to her thigh, just as June had done.

Almost like déjà vu she leaned forward and said "Steve, I have to kiss you before you continue." She put a hand behind my neck and pulled me into a long soft kiss. I moved an arm around her shoulders, enjoying the touch of her skin and drew her closer as my other hand found one her warm breasts. We kissed harder, her hand had moved up my thigh to grasp my erect cock. We both groaned into each other's mouth.

Finally Mary gently pulled away from the kiss. "You were saying?" She whispered, moving her finger along the length of my erection.

"This has been an amazing morning." I started.  "Making love with June was wonderful but apart from keeping my penis inside her I hadn't a clue what I was doing."

"That sounds like most men!" Mary said with a smile, her face still only a couple of inches from mine. She kissed my lips softly. "Perhaps you need to start with some female anatomy lessons? Can an old lady help you with that?"

"Mary you are really beautiful; age doesn't come into it. I would really appreciate learning the what and where and preferably some how as well!"

Without another word she moved to the top of the bed, made a quick check on June and suggested "Move up between my legs and I'll try to show you some of the what and where."

As she parted her legs I knelt between her knees. I reached out and caressed her thighs moving my hands slowly up towards the magic junction of her legs.

"The first surprise was to find that women have hair in their crutches as well – I thought it was a man thing." I said quietly.

Mary was gasping a little as my touches approached her pubic hair. "Some women shave it off." She murmured. "The problem with that is once you start shaving you have to keep going – a bit like your facial hair I guess." She paused while my fingers explored through her wiry black bush. " I sometimes wish I didn't have so much, but then who would know!"

"What about your husband?" I had met Ernest at last year's Christmas party; he was an affable, tubby, quiet sort of chap.

Mary was gasping and trembling under my fingers. "When he turned fifty and I was thirty-five he decided that we should stop having sex. He now sleeps separately in his own room; I wasn't happy about it but had no choice but to go with his suggestion. I haven't had sex for ages. He never sees my body now, not that he saw much before, he was definitely a 'lights off' lover!" She sounded sad.

"So are you OK with this?" I enquired. "I mean us being naked with the lights on?"

"It's wonderful; so liberating! I can't tell you how much you have done for my self-confidence already." She murmured. " Now, what can I tell you Steve?"

"Is it OK if I look closer at your . . er . . vagina and maybe ask questions?"

"Of course, you are doing pretty well so far Steve, don't stop please!"

I eased her knees further apart as I leant forward. With my fingers I gently parted her hair and caressed the lips which came into view. "Is that nice?" I asked.

"God, Steve it's fantastic! Just do that some more please; they are my outer lips or labia. In a little while you can push them open to get to the inner workings but please take your time – this is delectable and I want it to last forever!"

I continued to stroke her labia then, leaning closer, I gently kissed each side. Mary whinnied and quivered. Now I tried running my tongue along each lip from bottom to top. The effect on Mary was electric so I reckoned to be going along the right lines. As I ran my tongue along her hot flesh I gradually moved towards the crack so that I was licking both lips at the same time. Like a flower in the sunshine they slowly opened revealing bright pink flesh. I licked up the inside of each open labia then asked. 

"Now I can see a lot more. No hair, just moist pink folded bits. What should I know about this Mary?"

Mary was almost incoherent, but slowly her mouth and brain reached equilibrium and she murmured "No one has ever done that to me before, it was so gorgeous Steve. Two important bits there . ."  She paused licking her dry lips, " . . let's start sort of lower down. Can you see a tightly closed place like a hole, there might be juices seeping out?"

"Yes." I replied, my face still close into her crutch. I ran a finger around the hole, as I watched it seemed to pulse, with each throb more juice emerged. I ran my finger into the moisture and around the hole then slowly eased my finger inside up to my knuckle.

Mary moaned. "Brilliant Steve, that's great. Now ease your finger in further and curl it up. She was struggling to stay coherent. "With the tip of you finger try to find a spongy pad . . oh yes . . caress that place . . keep going . . oh that's bliss, sheer bliss Steve. That's my G-spot. Don't stop till I cum."

"When will I know?"

"You'll know, . . just keep curling . . and caressing . . you are . . a quick . . learner."

Mary's hips raised off the bed I looked up across her body her breasts were heaving and her upper chest was crimson, her head rolled from side to side. She bucked harder and faster and then with a long sigh subsided into a peaceful relaxed state.

I stopped but kept my finger lodged inside and looked around her vagina. She said there were two things . . I licked my tongue gently from my finger upwards. As I reached the top my tongue slipped under a flap of skin and instantly Mary's body went rigid.

"Clever boy, you found it all by yourself." Mary mumbled. After a few moments she continued "That place – right at the top is my clitoris. Most of the time it hides but you found a way past the door. My husband never did find it! It is incredibly sensitive; you must always be very gentle around a woman's clit. A moist tongue – especially yours is perfect for the job! "

I teased around Mary's clit for a while and she was quickly aroused again. I drew the sensitive clitoris gently between my moistened lips and sucked it tenderly. Mary's climax was even more dramatic than before. When she subsided I closed her legs and moved up alongside her and wrapped my arms around her, kissing her face and murmuring how lovely she was.

It was several minutes before she became lucid. She rolled to face me pulling me into her comfortable breasts. Caressing my face she said "That was amazing Steve. I've never orgasmed like that before, you are so clever. If you are ready and want to I'd really like you to fuck me now . ." She paused to see my reaction. My ever-stiff dick twitched against her belly. "Great, I'll take that as a yes. Let me suck that gorgeous cock first."

She slid down the bed and holding my thighs to her breasts took my penis between her lips. After only a couple of passes to get it moist she climbed off the bed and knelt so that her breasts lay on the sheet. "Come behind me, do me doggy-style. I've never done that and I think you'll like it too."

As I knelt behind her I was surprised to see her puffy wet labia glistening. She brought a hand between her legs. "Quick Steve, let me position you." Pulling me forward by the cock she pressed the head at the entrance to her cunt. Nature took over and I slid quickly all the way inside. I withdrew, watching my juice-covered prick emerge only to slide back in just as slowly. Mary was moaning into a pillow. I repeated my slow withdrawal and re-entry with an almost imperceptible increase in speed. After several minutes I was pistoning in and out rapidly my belly and thighs slapping noisily against Mary's buttocks. I must have been driving with my eyes closed as when I opened them I saw June kissing Mary full on the lips.

June broke from the kiss as my actions slowed. She leaned over Mary's and kissed me too, I held her lovely breasts as I continued to ease in and out of Mary's body.

"Can I share?" Asked June.

"Be my guest darling, I've cum so many times I really need a rest!" Gasped Mary.

June dropped into the same pose close alongside Mary so I withdrew and slid straight into fresh cunt of our boss. As I started my slow build-up I slipped two fingers inside Mary and curled them down to find her G-spot. She gasped as the rhythm of my fuck caused the fingers to slide across her tender place. I could feel June tightening her muscles around my cock so I thought she might be coming soon. Mary was groaning as only a forty-year old multi-orgasmic woman can.  June's climax was dramatic. She reared up straight clenching her buttocks tightly around my straining dick. I wrapped both arms around her, crossing my hands to her breasts. After several seconds expelled the longest sigh and slumped forward releasing my penis.

Mary was now laying on the bed watching. Her brown eyes fixed on my now free cock. She reached for it and pulled me between her legs. Without a word she drew my penis to her moist vagina and urged me inside. Still on that learning curve I just eased all the way in and held myself hard against her pubic bone. Her body jerked.

"Wonderful Steve, that's just blissful!" She smiled as she reached out to caress my face. "Now I want a good hard fucking young man. Just go as hard and fast as you can."

Ever eager to oblige I just hoped I could hold out for long enough. My thrusts were long and deep and Mary was moaning encouragement. "More, lots more, faster, harder . . Oh God Steve this is magical."




Steve



I picked up the pace and made sure that each inward stroke ended with my hips slapping against her chubby bottom. Each thrust seemed harder and the slaps louder, Mary was wailing as eventually my balls cried enough and erupted. My sperm splashed deep inside Mary's spasming belly. I held myself as deep inside her body as possible. Mary's cunt was pulsing and gripping my cock, she could hardly breathe but eventually mumbled. "Steve, if I never get fucked again I will cherish this morning for ever and ever."

"Amen to that!" June said as she crawled into the bed. A few minutes later we were all cuddled together, still breathing raggedly but relaxed and sleepy.





It was after mid-day when we woke. Mary was up, showered again and dressed. She brought two steaming cups of coffee for us. "I'll make some lunch while you two get up and showered, see you in fifteen minutes, OK?"

I couldn't argue with that – I was starving. June rolled onto her tummy, her bare back looked fabulous. "Couldn't we just . .?" She started. I slapped her lovely bottom playfully.

"If the boss catches me screwing beautiful ladies instead of working there'll be hell to pay." I called over my shoulder as I stumbled to the shower.

After only a minute June joined me. "Well, if there's no action in there what about some in here?" She stood behind her luscious body pressed against me while her hands fondled my balls. Willie started reacting as always and June immediately grabbed him. "You see Stevie darling, someone wants to play with me!"

"I'll tell you my final offer." I said, trying to sound firm. "Let me practice what Mary showed me while you were asleep and then we'll have lunch – OK?"

"Ooo that sounds intriguing, I'm game. What do we do?"

"You stand there. my beauty. Enjoy the shower while I start lunch!"

June looked confused.

I ran my hand down her belly until my fingers started sliding between her legs. She was definitely more interested now. I knelt in front of her and eased her legs apart until I could get my face into her crutch. Licking as hard as I could between her labia I soon found her clitoris. Knowing we needed to be quick I licked her into frenzy then sucked her clit between my lips until she came all over my face. I lapped as hard as my aching tongue could go then stood and held her as she tottered.

"You bastard, you fucking beautiful bastard! I'll get you for that!" She mumbled in my ear as I supported her trembling body.

We had only just dried but were still undressed when Mary came back. "Hurry up boys and girls, lunch is on the table." I dressed, June merely wrapped a fresh towel around body tied above her breasts, and she looked stunning!

A little table was laid for three on the private terrace. I have never enjoyed a lunch like it! Mary was a genius in the catering department. A goat's cheese salad starter; followed by a Spanish omelette with Basil with a simple strawberries and ice-cream to finish. Mary & June chattered throughout the lunch about all sorts of nonsense, some of which I could join in. Mostly I ate and listened.

June put her spoon down as she cleared her sweet. "I've got a bone to pick with you, Mummy." She declared sternly.

Mary peered over the table at her. "What could that possibly be?" She smiled disarmingly.

"Who taught this young boy here how to suck cunt and shatter a person's peace by chewing her clitoris?"  They burst out laughing.

Mary said. "Oh, that old thing. Did you know that was my first time?"

"Wow, really! Has Ernie not . .?" Enquired June.

"Never!" Stated Mary fiercely.  "But this little treasure brought light into my life this morning and I'll never forget Steve for that!"

I think I blushed!

"Well I'd like to thank you both." Said June. "Mary for teaching him this trick; and Steve for being such a good pupil. Thanks also for looking after me when I passed out."

Mary smiled. "That was our pleasure, eh Steve?" She winked, before I could respond she continued "Of course everything that happened up here is confidential, I'm sure we can rely on your discretion Steve?" She raised an eyebrow.

I smiled, nodding. "You have both been so wonderful, thanks for everything. The only people I want to share any knowledge of our morning with are all sitting round this table." I sat back. "That was a great lunch too Mary, thanks a lot. By the way, did June really call you Mummy?"

They looked at each other and laughed. "Yes, old joke really." Said Mary. "I never had children and June lost her mother when she was very young. We worked together on her first job when she was just sixteen and I kind of took her under my wing. June has brought me to every new enterprise she started and they have all been very successful."

June chimed. "I think you were my real mother. You gave me away because you were too young to keep me. Then I found you and I'm never going to let you go." This was obviously an important bond and I felt privileged to be part of it.

"Now, lovely ladies, sorry to bring proceedings back to the mundane but what do I tell the troops when I go downstairs?" I looked from one lovely face to the other. " They thought I was coming up for a two minute rollicking for being late!" 

They looked thoughtful. Mary started. "Well, when I realised there was more than a quick chat going on I called your supervisor and said you were discussing potential ideas for the company computer system. Then I closed off the floor as I usually do when there are important meetings here." She pointed across to the main doors which lead to the stairs and the lift. "It's commonly known that if those doors are shut people go away and come back later, send an email or whatever."

June continued. "Good thinking Mary. So, Steve, this morning we had a discussion on upgrading our systems. They are creaking at the best of times and only your skill keeps our machines and databases alive on bad days."

I picked up the imaginary ball and ran with it. "The outcome is that I am tasked with considering the options for a re-design of our hardware and software. My own experience will be the primary driver but I will canvas relevant staff for their ideas and input. An outline report is to be on the CEO's desk tomorrow."

They looked at me in amazement. "If you could manage that Steve, I'll go along with the idea." Said June. "By the way, your new responsibilities will warrant an increase in salary and many unprintable supplementary benefits. Don't you agree Mary?"

"Absolutely darling, I want to provide lunch at least once a week as well!" Mary was beaming.

"Great." Chimed June. "Mary, please draw up an instruction to all users of the system to co-operate with Steve with immediate effect. Steve go back to your desk and share out your existing tasks with the agreement of your supervisor, I'll phone her as soon as you leave."

Instead of the previous gauche inexperienced junior member of staff, I now had the confidence to smile, stand up from the table bow slightly to each of my companions then kiss each full on the lips! "Thank you, this has been the best day of my life, I'll never forget it." They watched as I picked up my jacket to return to the office downstairs.



Chapter Four - Grace

I paused on my return to visit the toilet and apply a little cream to my aching cock. I also touched some on my temples in the hope it would help me to think my way around what might be an embarrassing return to the work-face! 

June had been quick to follow up and the office was buzzing when I got there. The only person not joining the speculation was Reg; he was still at his desk oblivious to the chatter around him. His out-tray was impressively full!

Grace, my supervisor, called me to her desk. "So, it's special operations for you Steve! The perfect person for the task I think. What do you need?  I guess first thing is to clear your outstanding jobs. Penny and Donna have almost demanded that they split it between them – are you OK with that?"

"Thanks Grace!" I smiled and wiped imaginary sweat from my brow. "I'm not sure how I talked my way into this project but I think it's long overdue. Yes, Penny & Donna are great and they know they can get advice if they get stuck."

"It's been quite a day for you. Ms Clarkson suggested that when we have sorted out the work thing you could go home and relax. She is confident that you'll probably be working on the strategy for your re-design report without the distraction of all the office stuff. Then you can start tomorrow with your ideas formulated and get up to speed straight away. What do you think?" Grace sat back and looked at me. She seemed a little puzzled, the shy nervous geek of yesterday had turned into a self-confident person to be reckoned with. I had always got on well with Grace,. She appreciated that I knew my stuff and more or less gave me a free hand, but now she saw something else.

"Thanks Grace, if that's OK with you it might be best if I take advantage of that offer. I need to take a couple of files home with your approval, so I can draft out my plan."

Grace nodded and then looked across the office. "Tell me Steve; what did you do to Reg? He hasn't stopped working since you arrived this morning. Normally I spend a good part of my day clearing up the mess and confusion he causes with his nasty tongue."

I laughed and glanced over at Reg. He was talking to a client on the phone and even smiling as he calmly overcame their problem. "Maybe he's seen the light Grace and he is directing his talents and energy in the right direction for a change. I wonder if he will keep it up tomorrow."

Grace looked at me almost as though she knew I had something to do with Reggie's transformation but decided to drop the matter. "While you are working on your new assignment it might be more appropriate to find you a quieter desk. Ms C. suggested the spare side office might be appropriate shall we go and have a look?"

Grace stood and smoothed down her mid-blue skirt. She looked lovely in her crisp white blouse. She was a similar age to June but unlike the boss had been married and divorced twice and now had three children and no husband. I surprised myself as I walked behind her by thinking what great legs she had. I shook that thought from my head as we arrived at the spare office. It was a bit dingy and dusty having been used as a storage area for the past couple of years. However we found that June had triggered an instant clean-up and two men were carrying out the junk and another was washing down the walls.

He paused as we came in. "It'll be ready by morning Mrs Smith, fresh as a daisy, you'll see." Grace smiled and nodded her approval. He resumed his careful wall wiping.

"What do you think Steve?" She was standing rather too close to me and as I turned to survey the room my arm brushed her small left breast. She didn't flinch, if anything I thought she moved closer.

"It's amazing, my own office, at least for a while! It will be easier to concentrate and conduct interviews, hold meetings etc. Thanks Grace."  She really was close now, she took my hand in hers, 'here we go again' I thought. I wished we could be alone.

The workman dropped his sponge into his bucket and called cheerfully. "Time for a fag break, back in ten minutes." He went out whistling.

"Steve, I've wanted to do this for such a long time." I knew the routine now – one hand went behind my head and pulled me into a kiss. Her other moved my hand to her breast then slid down my belly and under my belt down inside my trousers. I caressed the offered breast through her clothes while Grace was arousing my penis 'skin to skin' as it were! Luckily I had used Alice's cream and my erection was soon as long and strong as it had been earlier.

"My, my; young Steve. This is rather more than a girl can handle in this crowded situation but it's nice to meet your old man!"

The men moving furniture were making a noise as they grumbled their trolley along the corridor. Grace let go of my erection and pulled her hand free of my belt just as they came in. I pretended to be making an attempt to open the window while Grace adjusted my erection so it didn't show too much.

"That don't work mister. We got a chippy comin' in later ter fix it." I turned, nodded to him and smiled my thanks.

Grace said quietly. "Oh, the stationery store is next door in case you need anything. I've brought the key!" She winked and strolled ahead, her hips rolling and legs even more alluring.

The stationery door closed and Grace turned the key from the inside. There wasn't much space in here and it was a little dusty as well. Grace was already un-buttoning her pristine blouse. She slipped it off and carefully placed it on the hook behind the door. Her bra came off next and was draped over the blouse. She turned to face me the nipples on her pert breasts already rearing up.

"Hurry up Steve or I might have to start by myself!"

My clothes were off and heaped on the nearest rack before she had unhooked her skirt. While she found a clean place to put it I knelt in front of her and drew her pants down to her ankles. She stepped out of one leg and flicked the pants elegantly with her other leg onto my pile of clothes. 

"You can have those." She breathed huskily.

Kissing my way up her quivering body I stood and held her. We embraced with my erect cock pressing against her tight stomach.

"Lay on those boxes." She commanded, pushing me back urgently.

A neat line of cardboard boxes with umpteen reams of paper provided a makeshift platform. I lay back and Grace straddled my waist.

"Let me." I suggested.

I slipped my finger into her moist vagina and gently crooked my finger onto her G-spot. It took only a few passes to get her trembling. I eased my finger out and let it slide up to her clitoris where again a couple of soft touches were all it needed. Her already hard nipples seemed ready to burst and her whole chest took on a rosy glow.

Holding her by the hips I lowered her onto my penis; enjoying the added thrill of watching as it slowly vanished inside this slim body. Grace was whimpering when her pubic bone met mine. She began a slow corkscrew motion around my cock. It felt as though I was stirring her insides. All the time she was gibbering; I took it to be terms of endearment but much of it was swearing, blasphemy or completely unintelligible. 

Her pussy clamped tight around my dick as she threw back her head and only just managed to stifle a long scream. She relaxed and went quite floppy. I whispered "Lay on top of me, put your legs on top of mine." I parted my legs slightly. "Let your legs come between mine." As I opened my legs further she now lay firmly in between; I raised my knees and squeezed her legs closer together. Her cunt gripped my cock really snugly.

After a while she recovered enough to say. "This is new for me – part of your extensive repertoire Steve darling?"

"No!" I murmured. "I wanted you to be comfortable and I wondered what this might be like – I've never done it before either." I didn't like to admit that I was a virgin until this morning!

"When you're ready Grace try tilting your hips and perhaps just pushing a little."

When she started moving she cried. "It's lovely Steve, your cock is rubbing my clit. Oh God, it feels like I'm fucking you. This is fabulous." She gasped. "Is it OK for you too?"

"Brilliant, your pussy is so perfect, now it's even tighter. The end of my cock is rubbing something inside you . . I could come soon, do you want me to pull out?"

"Don't you bloody dare. I'm gonna fuck you to oblivion and take anything you can shoot in my belly." She commenced to speed up the writhing motion. I didn't think she could keep it up for long but with oblivion in mind she pressed on with commendable determination.

I didn't know anything about female anatomy but somewhere, several inches inside her, there was an opening which was licking and sucking the tender tip of old Willie. As Grace kept up her delightful rhythm I began to press back by tightening and relaxing the muscles in my bottom. Grace felt even more pressure on her clit and her rhythm became ragged. My own climax built, rising from my toes and rushing through my body to explode out of the end of my cock into the orifice deep in Grace's belly.

She really did scream this time but I was able to muffle the volume with a kiss. It was another magnificent experience to feel a woman screaming her orgasm into my mouth. The thrilling vibration echoed down my body and another gush of sperm flooded the depths of her womanhood. 

Grace collapsed completely. I wrapped my arms around her and murmured about her great beauty and the wonderful experience she had given me. As she slumbered I told her that when she awoke she would feel better than she had ever been before and that she could rely on my discretion completely.

After just a few more moments she stirred. Blearily she looked up at me. "I feel amazing, absolutely fucking amazing!" She squeezed my penis, things were rather squelchy down there. "Oh Steve I am overflowing with your cum, do you want to get me pregnant?"

"I did warn you." I started nervously.

Grace laughed. "I should have told you I probably can't have any more children, but I would love to have yours anyway!"

"What do we do now, boss?" I asked. "Are there any spare towels in here?"

"I don't know. I don't want to move yet, stay in me for a little while longer, please?"

I tried but nature was taking its course. My once firm and proud erection was now a shadow of its former self. Slowly, inevitably the decreasing size combined with the volume of our fluids caused my cock to slip unceremoniously out of his blissful crevice.

June moaned her disappointment.

She suddenly jumped up. "Quick Steve, we'll ruin the paper!"

Sure enough the top of the box below my backside looked rather soggy! I ripped off the top and the paper inside was still dry. "Wow, that was close!" I said. "Where are the towels?"

"There should be a pack of paper towels – the ones we use for hand drying. Here they are." Exclaimed Grace triumphantly.

We wandered around, still naked trying to clean ourselves with the paper towels. It was hilarious and we ended up holding each other again until we calmed ourselves.

"OK Steve when you're done put your towels in this corner. I'll come back later and transfer them to the bin in the ladies toilets."

Reluctantly we dressed. Grace insisted on going without knickers. She said no-one else would know but I could think of her naked under her skirt.

"But I'm going home so it won't really be so much fun.  I think you should wear them in case any more . . er . . juices come out!"

She laughed and agreed, so I lost my trophy.

Before I went down to retrieve my bike I slipped into the gent's toilet and applied a dab of cream around my genitals.



Chapter Five – Work Stuff

My early afternoon ride home was uneventful. I took the bike into the lobby of my little place and closed the front door. In the kitchen I unloaded the files I had borrowed and wondered where to begin. When in doubt have a shower and a cup of tea!

Half an hour later warm, clean and dry outside I set about that cuppa to refresh the inside. 'All I need is a completely interruption free evening.' I thought. Not only visitor free but I also need inspiration on where to begin. 

That's when Alice's words came back to me – great, so where do I apply for ideas – head probably. The tiny jar looked as full as when Alice handed it over. I dipped one finger tip then lightly rubbed into one temple, then the other finishing with a wipe across my forehead.

The next four and a half hours were a blur. My concentration was amazing. The files were analysed, marked up and the précis completed.  The outline plan had taken shape quickly, the various factors taken into account and annotated. The costings were rough for now but had the capacity to cope with the potential variations we might encounter. The staff implications were interesting and I foresaw a new post requirement which might suit me! I had drafted, re-written and finalised and printed everything by 8 o'clock and I was starving!