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 Steve

   By wellard94(C)
Summary: A talented young man loses his virginity and finds love.
Keywords: MF, consensual, oral, pregnancy, SF
Version: 1.00

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contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature.  If you are
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   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 little 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?" I suggested.  "While I fix my bent bike?"


   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.

   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."

   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!

   I stretched, I was impressed with how neatly the papers were stacked -
everything was ready for the morning!  I slipped it all into my bag and
stowed it away.  So, perhaps I had time to go for a pizza and a beer after
all.

   Just as I was looking for my other shoe the doorbell rang.  Ah well, I
didn't mind interruptions now - who could it be?  I opened the door and two
pizzas stood there, they moved to one side and Donna and Penny's smiles
peered around them.

   "We were passing Steve and thought we could warm up our Pizzas here -
any chance?" Well, who could resist?

   "Come in you lovely ladies, the only charge for heating is a goodly
slice of each please!" I ushered them into the lounge area.  "Can I take
the pizzas to the kitchen?  What about a drink - wine, beer, soft drinks?"

   "Two white wines please Steve, and quick with the heating - we're
starving!" Chimed Donna.

   "Make yourselves comfortable - put on some music if you can find
anything you fancy." I disappeared into the kitchen and set the microwave
running with the first pizza.  I had a couple of white table wines, either
seemed adequate and both were cool enough so I took them both into the
lounge.  Penny surprised me by selecting my favourite Miles Davis CD; it
seemed like an evening for surprises!

   "OK, Pizza number one is cooking, wine is here." I opened the bottle and
poured three glasses.  The girls accepted theirs and we all chinked glasses
together.

   The microwave pinged.  I swapped the hot pizza for the cooler one and
set the machine running again.  I collected three warmed plates and waltzed
the goodies back to the girls.

   "Who's going to be mother?" I enquired.  They looked at me so I made the
first cut, I waved the blade over the pizza and each told me where to stop.
I served their slices and cut a similar one for myself.

   As I munched I realised how tired I was.  It had been a long hard day!
The pizza was just what I needed, I wasn't sure I really wanted the wine.
The microwave pinged.  I brought the pizza and a glass of orange juice for
myself.  The girls watched my approach; I wondered what they expected from
me.

   "More food for the troops!" I announced.  "Who's for more?"

   They each had a similar slice from the second pizza, I hadn't finished
my first so I sat down to get on with it.

   "Have you really got your own office?" Penny asked.  "We hardly saw you
at work today, what's going on?" She looked embarrassed to be asking, Donna
kept her eyes on her plate.

   "Yes, it's only temporary while I make a report about possibly improving
out database structure and any potential consequences." I picked up the
final piece of my pizza, hoping they wouldn't press to hard about the day's
events.

   "Grace said your desk would be empty for a while.  She seemed reluctant
to tell us why . ." Penny tailed off and took another bite of her pizza.

   I smiled and began my explanation "Having never really met Ms Clarkson
before I think I rather mouthed off about my ideas.  She's very sharp; I
suppose that's not really a surprise.  Before I knew it I was trying to
give chapter and verse on how to improve things.  She was kind enough to
listen and ended up liking the suggestion enough to give me the task of
presenting my ideas tomorrow." I looked from one face to the other.

   "So that's why you came home early, to work here?" Said Donna over her
empty wine glass.

   I took the hint and refilled both their glasses.  "That's right, I
brought home a couple of useful files and worked at it solidly until just
before you turned up.  How did you know where I lived?"

   They looked sheepish.  "Sorry Steve we kind of . .  well . .  pinched it
while you and Grace were setting up your office.  We wanted to find out
about your trip to the top floor, you know, if Clarkson was angry or
anything?" Penny stopped, took another gulp of wine and continued.  "We
missed you and thought we would surprise you!"

   My second slice of pizza finished and I was really quite tired.  I hoped
they would go soon!

   "It's great to see you but I will still be around the office.  They gave
me a separate room so I could do interviews, have meetings and get the job
done quickly . .  I have to get in early tomorrow to set up my presentation
. ."

   They took the hint!  Struggling up they thanked me for the wine, took
the remaining bits of pizza in one box and gave me a quick hug goodnight.

   I set the alarm clock for earlier than usual and fell asleep as soon as
I hit the pillow.

   The alarm radio woke me.  I was refreshed and ready to get up.  Showered
and shaved I applied my new `after shave' it was incredibly soothing. 
Putting the little jar back in my zip pocket I thought about Alice and
wondered whether I would see her this morning.  If she was there I would
stop and say hello.

   As usual, I made a breakfast of muesli and fresh fruit with a glass of
orange juice.  I was wearing a clean cotton short-osleeved shirt and dark
grey chinos.  I still had to replace my damaged jeans.  They were in the
wash and would serve as `working' kit.

   Teeth cleaned, helmet in hand and I was ready for my big day!

   The ride to work was smooth, it was a little easier than usual and the
traffic moved freely.  The lights by Alice's shop were green but I managed
a glance towards her door - no sign of life at all.  In the office basement
my bike was parked in its usual basement corner and I took the lift
straight to the top floor.

   When the lift doors opened Mary looked startled but her beaming smile
welcomed me.  She bustled towards me her arms outstretched and engulfed me
in a glorious hug.

   "Wow, Mary is that the way all guests to the top floor get greeted?" I
jested.

   "Not on your life young man, normally they get the cold stare - if they
are lucky!" Mary looked over shoulder and called towards the inner office.
"June, - an early visitor for you." Mary took my bag.  "That's heavy, have
you been cycling with that on your back?"

   June came through the door, she looked radiant.  "Steve!" She cried and
engulfed me in her own lovely hug, at least without my bag I could
reciprocate.

   "Steady up, boss." I whispered in her ear.  "We have work to do and if
you carry on like that we won't get an early start!"

   "Spoilsport." She growled.  "Come on through if you insist on business
before pleasure."

   Mary followed us into June's big office.  They sat near the desk while I
unpacked my files and papers.

   "OK, ladies." I started.  "I got on top of the project yesterday
afternoon and evening." I waved an arm at the heaps of documentation.  "I
have a Powerpoint presentation showing the problem, moving on to how I
would like to run the survey and build the plan for moving forward.  I can
give you a dry run of the presentation or perhaps give you a quick run
through on the outline of the way it might go . .  any preferences?"

   June stood.  "Yes, I think if we have a coffee and you do the outline we
will take on trust that you can deliver to the board.  Did I tell you that
it's scheduled for ten thirty, everyone will be here." June passed me a
list.  "Anyone you want to add?"

   "If it is possible," I began "and I haven't asked her yet, I would like
my supervisor - Grace Smith to attend.  She taught me all I know about the
database management side and having her around might help if we get into
deep detail.  Would that be OK?"

   "No problem." June nodded to Mary who added Grace's name to the master
list.

   "I'll get coffee now if you like June." Mary moved over to the machine.

   While Mary was still in earshot June asked "So, with all this work did
you get any sleep last night Steve?

   "Slept like a baby!  Most of the work was done by eight-ish so I had a
pizza delivery and got to bed in good time for a great night's sleep. 
Yesterday was quite a heavy day one way and another!" I smiled from one to
the other.  "How about you did you both sleep well?"

   Mary chimed from the coffee machine.  "I had amazing erotic dreams! 
Really gorgeous play-backs of yesterday's fun.  It's a good job we sleep
separately now I was able to respond to my needs and really enjoyed it
too!"

   June stood behind me caressing my shoulders.  "I went to bed early,
slept well until the early hours and then started worrying about the task
we laid on you almost by accident.  I can see from your output and
enthusiasm that I needn't have worried."

   Over coffee we were businesslike again talking over the presentation
practicalities, potential stumbling blocks or awkward members.  As we
finished I asked "Before I give you the potted version can I pop down and
see if Mrs Smith will be able to come along later?

   "Sure." Replied June.  "Back in ten minutes please Steve."

   On the way down the stairs I dipped a finger in the cream dabbed a bit
on my forehead for concentration and wiped the rest around my throat to
keep my voice strong.

   No hug from Grace as there were too many people around.  She almost
blushed as she said she was honoured to be asked and would love to be there
to support me.

   Donna and Penny were as chipper as ever, they always enjoyed their work
and put a lot of effort into making sure their work was as perfect as they
could achieve.  I smiled as I passed their desks.

   Reg was beavering away as I approached.  He looked up as I pulled a
chair alongside him.

   "You're busy, Reg.  How did it feel after yesterday's long stint at the
desk?" I asked.

   He sighed and smiled - a very unusual sight!  "Steve, I went home
feeling great!  My wife remarked how happy I looked and I spent the whole
evening playing with the kids without a single grumble.  Normally I am
grumpy or nasty to everyone in range, as you might have noticed around
here." He looked at me.  "I'm reallysorry Steve for all the daft things
I've said to you in the past, and thank you for re-directing me yesterday.
I think I actually felt some self-esteem - having done a proper day's work
for the first time for ages."

   "I think you might be right Reg.  The first person you need to respect
is yourself; then you might earn the regard of others around you.  Talking
of which, maybe you need to consider integrating with your colleagues,
preferably without the sharp tongue of times past.  What do you think?" I
paused, looking for a reaction.

   "Do you think they will want to talk to me after they way I've treated
them all in the past?  How do I start?  Please help me Steve." Reg looked
almost pleadingly as he waited for an answer.

   "OK Reg, I can see why you might feel a bit apprehensive but all you
need to do is relax and chat.  No judging people, and no trying to be more
clever than the other person.  You can natter about anything - the weather,
last night's TV, football or whatever feels appropriate . ." I tailed off
as a light seemed to switch on in his eyes.

   "Yes, my wife does it all the time.  Really inconsequential stuff but it
helps to keep communications open I guess.  I'll give it a go Steve, thanks
a lot." He smiled looking quietly confident again.

   As I left I slapped his shoulder.  "Good man.  I'm sure you can do it,
you have a lot to offer." As I walked away I realised how bizarre this
situation was!  He was I, the office junior, giving a pep talk to someone
almost twice my age!

   My ten minutes were up.  I hurried back to the top floor giving my head
and throat a re-assuring quick dab of cream on the way.

   June and Mary looked up as I opened the door.  June smiled "We have been
looking through the notes you gave us, this is very impressive.  Did you
really do all this last night?"

   "Despite or maybe because of the wonderful things that happened to me
yesterday I found I was able to concentrate really well.  Perhaps we should
introduce sex sessions to encourage staff performance!"

   They laughed.  Mary said "Well my mind's been wandering, perhaps we
could just . ."

   "Later Mummy, let's look forward to that pleasure after lunch." June
suggested, in a more business-like tone she continued.  "Right Steve, you
promised a potted version.  We're ready so please go ahead."

   The abridged version I had planned consisted of `headline' items with
brief descriptions of where the talk would expand.  I can't remember a word
of what I said but when I finished neither woman said a word!  They looked
straight at me mouths agape.

   "You did all that last night?" They asked in unison, shaking their
lovely heads.

   "Well I went home in the afternoon and got stuck into it . .  I tried to
cover all the angles but maybe I missed something?"

   June moved around the table and took me into her arms and hugged me. 
"No, if the full version is up to the same standard you will have no
problem.  Oh, it's so good to hold you!"

   Mary put her arms around both of us.  "Come along children, let's get
the room ready, this show starts in just 15 minutes."

   By the time we had re-arranged the tables and chairs the suits started
arriving and took their places, chatting inaudibly.  June came back into
the room after a `freshening up' break and the suits all stood politely.  I
saw Grace slip into the back of the room, she gave me a thumbs-up along
with a bright smile.

   June silenced the room and started.  "Good morning everyone.  I think we
are all here now, can I introduce Steve Brown." I stood and smiled, trying
to look confident.  June continued.  "As you know from the agenda Steve has
some ideas about our current database and computer strategies and where we
might take them to improve our long term prospects.  He will talk than take
questions.  Over to you Steve."

   I moved into position, gazed around the assembled faces and clicked up
the first slide.

   Almost before I knew it I was closing the presentation with the usual
"Well if there no more questions . ."

   June got to her feet and moved alongside me, she shook my hand and
murmured "Brilliant!".

   She hurried away to talk to a group of suits.  Mary was busy clearing
cups and glasses.  Grace managed to find her way across the throng.

   "Steve, I want to hug you.  No I want to kiss you!  No I want to . ."
She paused and looked around to make sure no-one was listening.  "I want to
show you the improved arrangements in the stationery room!" We laughed
together and it was all I could do to resist taking her in my arms.

   "I look forward to that!" Was all I could manage as I saw June
approaching, smiling broadly.

   "Well Mrs Smith what did you think of your protégé?"

   Grace shook her head.  "I knew he was good but I had no idea just how
brilliant!  That really was an amazing presentation, my mind is buzzing
with the possibilities.  I understood every word and could see where the
plan might lead."

   June nodded enthusiastically.  "I agree; everyone was impressed.  Now
Mrs Smith, Grace, I've looked at your job description.  Is there anyone `in
house' who could do your job?"

   Grace blinked.  "Why Ms Clarkson?" Grace was flustered.  "Steve would be
the obvious choice but . ."

   "No, it can't be Steve." Replied June firmly.  "As you saw in the
presentation one of the factors we must consider in the future is the sound
management of our IT activities.  I would like you to become that manager.
Obviously we will discuss contract details in due course but what do you
think?"

   Grace had recovered her composure.  "I see, yes I would be delighted to
take on that challenge but wouldn't Steve be the right person?" She offered
looking from June to me.

   "Yes, he would, but forgive me putting it this way.  Steve is more
valuable to the company than that!"

   It was my turn to be surprised.  This was the job I thought I was
talking myself into but June obviously had other plans.

   Grace nodded perceptively.  "After this morning I can see exactly what
you mean, so Steve will become a Director?"

   June smiled.  "Exactly.  We will need a director of IT and all its
associated aspects.  Steve will have the rare distinction of going from
just about the most junior in the company to one of the most senior in a
single bound!"

   I shook my head in disbelief.  Mary who was possibly aware that this
might happen brought me a fresh glass of water.  I needed that!

   June turned back to Grace.  "Can I call you Grace?" She didn't wait for
an answer.  "We would like you to stay - have lunch with us here - can you
do that Grace?"

   Grace looked hesitant.  "Normally it would be no problem but as my
mother's car is in the garage today I need to pop out to collect my
youngest from his infant school and take him to my mother's - normally she
does this."

   June took this in her stride.  "If we can send the car to pick up your
mother to collect your little boy would that be OK?" She asked raising her
eyebrows to emphasise the question.

   "Yes, if I can call Mum to make sure she's OK with that first?" Grace
replied.

   "Use my phone." Said Mary.  "Then we can set things up.  Tell her the
driver is called George and the car is a shiny black Mercedes!"

   I silently hoped that Grace's mother would get on with George.

   A few minutes later Grace reported that her mother was happy with the
arrangement, she smiled and Mary set the arrangements in motion for George
to go straight to Grace's mother's home.

   "Perhaps I could use the bathroom and pop down to let let people know
I'll be away for a little while?" Grace suggested.

   "Fine, see you back here in about fifteen minutes Grace." Responded
June, smiling as she walked Grace to the door.

   Chapter Six - Afternoon Delights

   The table for four appeared magically and I helped Mary to lay out the
cutlery and plates.  Mary was sublime; she moved smoothly and efficiently
progressing the food preparation magically.  In no time she had a smoked
salmon with salad starter plated ready with something in the oven giving
off mouth-watering smells.

   I went off to take a leak and wash my hands.  Applying a little cream to
my temples I hoped to be able to cope with the company of three delightful
women without embarrassing myself in female company.  Just for good measure
I dabbed a little cream around my cock.

   Grace came back smiling.  She had a phone call from her mother who was
enjoying entertaining George before they did the school run.  She had even
baked a cake before George arrived!

   Lunch was wonderful.  The food itself was perfect and the company
mesmerising.  I joined in occasionally but their ability to chatter
seamlessly from work to home life and back again enthralled me.  The food
was tasty and light enough for lunch, Mary's home-made lemonade was the
perfect accompaniment.

   While they moved smoothly from one subject to another I found myself
watching them in a way I had not observed women before.  Their backgrounds
and characters were diverse but each was physically attractive in different
ways, the calmness of Grace was contrasted by the concentrated energy of
June while Mary seemed able to keep control of everything without
apparently being in control - it was fascinating.  I'd never been in love
before but I suddenly realised that I loved them all.

   Something of my thoughts must have communicated to them as I discovered
that the conversation had ceased and they were all looking at me in a
concentrated silence.  Mary, as ever, took control.

   "Now then Steve, you haven't touched your coffee and we have finished.
Didn't you realise that the last to finish has to do the dishes!"

   We all laughed but I could see something in their eyes and sense
intensity in the atmosphere which surprised me.  This time it was June
reaching to resolve things, but hers was a more direct approach.

   "Steve, I've only known you properly for a day but I think I love you."
She said, moving from her chair to stand behind me.

   Grace rose.  "Me too Steve, I've never loved anyone the way I feel about
you." She stood at my other shoulder.

   Mary came and took my hands, indicating that I should stand.  She
wrapped her arms around me and said.  "I love you too Steve, you make me so
happy just to be near you."

   I drew them all into the huddle.  "I love you all too.  You three mean
the world to me you are all amazing." The group hug continued as we all
felt dewy-eyed.

   The afternoon was a hazy blur as we all lay naked in June's bed.  The
love-making was tender, each woman taking my cock into her body in turn as
the others caressed and kissed both of us.  Somehow I managed to come in
each delightful vagina before we all dozed off.

   When I awoke the three women were chatting quietly, I heard them
discussing how all were in mid-cycle and could easily become pregnant. 
They giggled as they imagined their bellies swelling in unison with my
babies!  None of them seemed at all alarmed at the prospect, in fact they
decided that there should be a daily impregnation party taking it in turns
to be first, second and third just in case there was any falling off in
performance.  They obviously thought I was still asleep and unaware of
their plan.  I rolled over and sleepily reached for them.

   "Hello girls, how long have you been awake?" I asked.

   "Only a few minutes." Said Mary.  "We were just discussing having a
shower so come along Steve, we're going to wash you!"

   I managed to use Alice's cream on my cock while having a pee and joined
them in the shower.  `Washing me' seemed to be code for getting me aroused
enough to make love to each again.  I noticed that the order changed but
didn't make any comment My dick was rampant, knowing it was their earnest
desire, spouting sperm into their receptive bodies.  Each one orgasmed as
my spunk erupted deep into their pussies while the others encouraged the
recipient to milk my cock for as long as possible.

   Eventually they were satisfied that their ration of potential
baby-making sperm was lodged into their sweet bodies and we finished the
shower, dried each other and dressed.

   As we returned to her office June announced.  "We will meet here again
tomorrow afternoon, OK everyone?"

   "Are you planning to wear me out boss?" I asked.

   June wrapped her arms around me.  "Darling Steve, we love you so much
and want to repeat this afternoon's wonderful session.  So come for lunch,
we'll have something special, you too Grace."

   As Grace and I descended in the lift I couldn't stop myself from kissing
her passionately.  By the time we had reached our floor we were both
aroused!

   "Follow me Steve." Grace insisted as we emerged into the office.  "I'll
show you the improved facilities we've made."

   Before I knew what was happening she closed the stationery store door
behind her and turned the key.  "Last night I dreamt of doing a `69' with
you Steve.  Do you know what that is?" I shook my head watching her shed
her clothes again.  Naked, she stripped me and pushed me down onto the row
of paper boxes, now covered with spare towels.

   "OK my beautiful boy, while I suck your stiff cock you lick my pussy,
OK?" I nodded as she positioned her legs astride my face.  "But tell me
when you are going to cum, I really want it all in my pussy." She lowered
herself onto my mouth as she drew my erection between her lips.

   I found the pleasure in my cock was distracting but managed to
concentrate, hoping I was going to last long enough to bring Grace to
climax.  I needn't have worried, her orgasms flowed one after the other and
her juices bathed my face.

   She must have sensed my approaching climax as she swiftly changed
position, slid warmly onto my juicy erection and began riding me as I held
her breasts.  I slowed her down, then lifting her still impaled on my cock,
laid her down and started my deep, hard thrusts.  As my balls exploded
their load through my cock I lifted her hips and rammed myself as deep into
her body as possible.  We held this position until long after my cock had
ceased pulsing sperm.  Slowly I lowered her back onto the `bed' but stayed
inside her.

   Grace's eyes looked misty as she said.  "You know, don't you?  You know
that we want to get pregnant!  You are a wonderful lover and if anyone
could do it it's you and your gorgeous penis!"

   I leaned forward and kissed her, still locked inside her hot vagina.  I
twitched my cock gently as our tongues played between our lips.

   "Enough Steve, I'm worn out.  I think everyone will have gone home, it's
time we went too."

   Dressed and composed we quietly emerged and returned to the office.  As
Grace had suggested most people had gone.  We tidied our desks and made our
own way out, briefly touching hands where no-one could see and left to go
home.

   Chapter Seven - Another Alice

   The lights were shining in Alice's shop as I pedalled past so I pulled
the bike up to the door and pushed inside.  The colour seemed different -
was it blue the other day?  A young woman in her late twenties smiled from
behind the counter.

   "Hello, can I help you?" She asked, smiling confidently.

   There was something familiar about her but I hadn't spotted what just
yet.

   "Hello, yes I was hoping to see Alice.  Is she around today?" I
enquired, returning the smile.

   "I'm Alice!" She replied.  "So's my mother; but she will be away till
next week."

   "Oh!" Was my stunned reply.  "Was your mother here on Tuesday?"

   "No." She shook her head firmly.  " Nobody was here on Tuesday.  Mum is
in Germany visiting friends and I was buying stock in Wiltshire.  We often
close on Tuesdays." Her smile faded as she spoke.  "Are you alright?" She
was concerned as my face paled.

   "Sorry." I mumbled.  "Can I sit down a moment - must have been going too
fast on the bike."

   I sat on the same chair I had used on Tuesday.  The shop looked pretty
much the same but there was a different atmosphere, somehow brighter.  I
didn't remember it being blue

   "Could I trouble you for a glass of water please Alice?" I asked.

   She was already getting one and offered it.  Now I saw what puzzled me
earlier, she looked just like a younger version of the Alice I met on
Tuesday.

   "What about your grandmother?  Could she have been here on Tuesday?" I
asked between sips of water.

   "No, not possible.  Gran died in the war." She looked sad and
thoughtful. "In fact Tuesday was the fiftieth anniversary." She pulled up
another chair.  "I think you should tell me about Tuesday please".

   Before she sat down she slipped the catch on the door and reversed the
sign to show `closed' to the outside world.

   She was silent and thoughtful as I related the events of that morning.
When I finished she said "I'll put the kettle on and make that cup of tea
granny Alice promised you." She smiled and patted my shoulder as she got
up. "Then I'll tell you all about her."

   She brought a tray with the teapot and the same two cups Alice had used
on Tuesday.  Setting it on the counter and stirring the pot she said.  "Do
you have any relations in Germany?"

   "I don't think so, why do you ask?" I replied.

   "I'll just let the tea brew, - back in a minute." She went upstairs and
I could hear drawers being opened in the room above the shop.  She soon
came down with a photograph album which she set on the counter while she
poured the tea.

   Handing me a cup she held my complete attention as she began.  "Exactly
fifty years ago from Tuesday morning my grandmother was working here in the
shop when she heard a plane overhead.  There had been no air raid warning
and the aircraft was coming from an unusual direction.  She went outside
and saw it high in the sky.  Apparently she also saw a bomb falling towards
the area where there was a hospital and school.  There was a bobby on a
bike and an air raid warden down the road and they told how Alice opened
her arms to the sky and screamed at the falling bomb.  They said it just
veered from its deadly target and came down on Alice.  There was nothing
found of her, just a large crater in the ground." Alice was silent as she
studied my face.

   "Afterwards nobody believed the story about Alice diverting the bomb -
the authorities said it was just not possible." Alice paused, sipped her
tea, then continued.  "Amazingly, as the dust settled a parachute was seen
descending.  The German pilot landed beside the bomb crater and, despite
having a gun, surrendered to the unarmed policemen.  He was distraught
about the bomb and couldn't stop apologising as he was taken to the police
station.  It seems that there was a malfunction and the bomb released
without the pilot's intervention, then the engine cut out so he took to his
parachute."

   "The German pilot has been back here many times, in fact my mum is with
his family right now - he has been very ill and actually died on Tuesday!"
Alice paused again, refilled our cups and sat beside me again.

   "His name was Stefan Braun." She looked at me as she sipped her second
cup.

   I could hardly hold my own cup.  "But that's my name - I am Steven
Brown!" I exclaimed.

   "I thought it might be." Murmured Alice, almost to herself.  She opened
the album, leafed to an early page - "That was Stephan - just about your
age before the war."

   The sepia postcard showed a young man astride a period motorbike,
smiling broadly to the camera.  Apart from the obvious age and setting of
the picture it could have been my face staring out of the picture!

   There was a loud rat-a-tat-tat on the door and Alice jumped up to open
it.  "It's Paul, my husband."

   "Hi Ali, everything OK?  Supper's nearly ready." He breezed in and
wrapped his arms around his wife.

   Alice kissed his cheek and said.  "Yes Paul, I'll be there shortly. 
Steve here has had a bit of a shock." She quickly summarised the situation
and Paul looked from the photo to me and sat down next to me.

   "You OK, Steve?" Paul asked with genuine concern.  "Why don't you come
to ours, just next door - supper is almost ready and there's plenty for an
extra plate.  You can leave your bike here for now; we'll get it out
later."

   Next door, while Paul finished laying an extra place and strained
various vegetables Alice showed me the album.

   There was a pre-war photograph of Alice, my Alice!  She looked exactly
as she had on Tuesday.

   Paul called us to the table and after washing my hands I joined them for
a lovely meal.  They were good company, cheerful and caring hosts.  We ate
well and for the most part talked of various other things at the dining
table.  Paul brought coffee for Alice and me and left us while he returned
to the kitchen.

   "Did Gran give you anything on Tuesday?  Anything at all?" Alice
enquired.

   "Apart from too much money for my torn jeans she gave me a little jar of
cream." I said as I pulled it from my pocket.

   "Did she tell you anything about the . .er . .  qualities of the cream?"

   "Only that it would help to repair wounds or help me to think or
concentrate." I replied.

   "Yes, it will certainly do that.  But it will only work on yourself or
on someone else if you apply it yourself.  You also need to know that it
also conveys some special powers to you.  Have you noticed anything?  Maybe
that everything goes your way?" Alice asked.

   "Yes, apart from really helping concentration I have noticed that
whenever I want for something - even just as a thought - my wishes seem to
come true.  Is that what you mean?" I put down my empty coffee cup.

   Alice looked relieved.  "Yes, you will find that any reasonable
aspiration which has a beneficial outcome will be granted.  Any negative or
harmful wish will not work.  The recipe for this cream has passed through
many generations before Alice.  I don't know the secret; my mother does and
eventually she will pass on the knowledge to me."

   She rose.  "Excuse me a moment I need a word with Paul."

   A few minutes later she returned holding hands with Paul.  "We have a
very special, very personal favour to ask you Steve." She murmured,
blushing and looking at Paul.

   "OK, ask away, what can I do for you?" I responded, not sure what was
coming.

   Paul spoke.  "It's a bit awkward Steve but Ali and I have been trying
for a baby and haven't been lucky so far.  We wondered if you might use
your cream and perhaps conjure a wish for us?"

   "Oh!" I wasn't sure what they were asking.  "How do you see this going?"

   Alice said.  "We're not sure ourselves but we reckoned that if you
applied the cream to both our . .  you know . .  sexes . .  then wished for
a positive outcome we might make actually it happen . ." Her voice tailed
off as she blushed.

   "What about dates and all that, don't you need to be at a fertile point
in your cycle or something?" I asked nervously.

   "We think this is a good time but maybe if it doesn't work we could try
again next month." Paul said looking hopeful.

   "OK, what do you want to do next?" I asked, looking from one to the
other.

   "I appreciate that you may not feel comfortable touching my balls Steve,
but the cream will only work if you apply it.  The same goes for Ali's . .
er undercarriage too . .  what if Alice and I went upstairs to the bedroom
and got undressed . .  you could come up and do the necessary and leave us
to it . .  Does that sound OK?" He looked enquiringly at Alice.

   Alice nodded.  "Give us ten minutes Steve.  You can bring your bike
through while we go up, then you'll be OK to go home and leave us to do the
deed!"

   I smiled and shrugged.  "Right, let's give it a go - a new experience
for all of us." I said trying to lighten the mood.

   They gave me the key of the shop and hand-in-hand went upstairs.

   I brought my bike into their hall and looked at my watch, still five
minutes to go.  I wondered how this was going to work.  I took a dab of
cream and massaged it into my forehead to try to clear my mind and rubbed a
little into my hands.  Without thinking I also stroked some onto my own
balls and cock wondering what it would be like to do this to another man. I
hoped that I could make their wish come true.

   Alice's voice called down the stairs that they were ready.  When I got
to the top they told me that they had decided that they would be present
while I applied the cream to each of them.  Personally I thought I would
prefer to do each separately but acceded to their suggestion.  Both were
wearing bath robes which they removed as I pulled the jar from my pocket.

   Alice was beautiful and as Paul looked at her his already stiff penis
quivered expectantly.  "Do Ali first please." He said, easing his wife onto
the bed.  Alice opened her legs displaying her dark pubic hair.  She
watched me across her lovely breasts.

   She whispered to me.  "I'm not really sure what you need to do Steve. 
Just concentrate and the cream should direct your actions, I'll go with
whatever it is." She looked up at Paul.  "OK, Paul?"

   Paul nodded and I moved between Alice's soft white thighs.  Luckily I
was fully dressed so they couldn't see my own erection!  Following Alice
suggestion I dabbed a finger in the cream and moved forward waiting for
inspiration.  With my other hand I gently opened her labia then inserted
the creamed finger into her moist vagina.  My finger reached inwards and
curled up rubbing the cream gently but firmly onto the inner wall, at the
same time I wished for Alice to become pregnant.  After a few moments I
withdrew my finger.  Alice's breathing was ragged and her face flushed. 
Paul looked rampant, his cock stiff and straining.

   With another finger I got more cream and reached for his erection. 
Again my fingers had a will of their own.  First some cream was rubbed
lightly into the tip of his penis, then around his balls.  Again my
thoughts were concentrated on Paul impregnating his wife.  Silently I
withdrew my fingers and stepped aside hoping they could forget I was there.
Paul and Alice already seemed oblivious to my presence.  They embraced,
murmuring `I love you' into each other's ears.  Paul knelt between his
wife's thighs and eased his stiff penis gently into the waiting vagina. 
Their eyes locked adoringly as he slid all the way inside Alice, and they
kissed gently and she began rocking her hips in a slow, subtle rhythm.

   At this point I silently wished them well and left their room. 
Downstairs I quietly collected my bike, closed the door and pedalled home
pondering on another unusual day.

   After a light supper I went to bed early, using the cream in the hope
for a good night's sleep and to wake refreshed in the morning.

   Chapter Eight - Alice #3

   On my way to work next day I stopped at the shop.  Alice was there, she
gave me a warm hug and thanked me profusely.  She told me that her mother
was keen to meet me when she returned from Germany so I gave her my phone
number and wished her a happy day!

   At the office Reg was at his desk talking earnestly and being very
patient with a confused customer.  Grace was at her desk talking to Donna
and Penny, they all waved cheerfully as I passed.

   My new office was set up and before I knew it several meeting had passed
- all ending constructively.  Donna brought a coffee and urged me to take a
break.  I couldn't resist, her coffee was as welcome as ever.  After a few
minutes of chat there was a knock at the door as my next appointment came
in.  Donna laughed, took the empty cup and left.

   Another blur of time and I was looking up at Grace as she reminded me
that we had a lunch appointment on the top floor.  We looked around my
desk, surprised to see the papers in immaculate order and my note pad
organised and readable.  Grace hugged me, suggested I had a quick freshen
up and meet her at the lift in five minutes.  Surprisingly, after a pee, a
splash of cold water on my face and a customary dab of cream I felt ready
for my lunch date.

   Grace and I hugged on the way up to the top floor and were greeted with
more hugs from June and Mary.  Over lunch I was able to give a summing up
of the morning's events.  Apart from the gentle clatter of cutlery on
plates there was silence until I finished my review.

   Mary was serving coffee as June asked pertinent questions, getting right
into the tricky areas.  Luckily I was able to cope with each aspect and she
shook her head in amazement.  "Absolutely brilliant Steve!  Well done, what
a great start!" She said, and the others agreed as we rose from the table
and moved towards June's bedroom.  As the ladies began disrobing each other
I slipped into the bathroom for my dab of cream and a wish for stamina to
cope with the forthcoming session!

   Sure enough the order of attempted fertilisation had rotated but every
moment was wonderful!  My lovers appreciated the challenge they were
setting for me and did not continue into a second round on that afternoon.
We showered together and enjoyed the blissful love which seemed to flow
between us all.

   I left early that afternoon taking my notes and a couple of files in my
backpack.  At home my concentration was intense as I reviewed progress,
formulated revised ideas and planned for the next day.  A couple of hours
had passed when I realised I needed a cup of tea and something to eat.  As
I switched on the kettle in the kitchen the phone started to ring.  As I
heard the voice asking if I was Steve Brown I felt a tingle down my back.
The voice was low and familiar, just like my first Alice's.  But this was
her daughter, home from her trip and keen to get together.  She asked if I
would like her to pick up some fish & chips to bring round to my place!

   That gave me enough time to tidy some of my mess and dress for the
occasion.

   Alice was beautiful, not just physically but in all other ways possible.
We enjoyed the impromptu meal, eating in the traditional way with our
fingers.  Alice was enthralled to hear my story of meeting her mother, her
eyes sparkling as bright and attractively as her mother's.  She applauded
my part in trying to give her a grandchild as we finished and wrapped up
the remains of the meal.  I suggested that we needed to clean our hands and
when she washed her hands with mine I realised that I was sexually
attracted to Alice.  The way she caressed my soapy hands with hers
confirmed that mutual moment of desire.

   Without drying our hands we wrapped our arms around each other and
kissed longingly.  It was a kiss like no other; I guessed it was the
special chemistry of two people blessed with our common inheritance.  I
don't remember moving to the bedroom, nor how our clothes were removed.  I
remember only the delight of our bodies as we explored, caressed, kissed
and conjoined.  Our climaxes were frantically stunning; we both felt the
most sublime love.

   It was midnight.  We had made love repeatedly and dozed.  Our eyes were
locked together as we gently caressed the other's face and murmured our
love.  Alice explained that this would be the only time we would be
together.  Strangely, I was not unhappy with this suggestion; the fact that
we had experienced this wonderful evening would strengthen me for ever.

   We lay quietly holding each other for a while then Alice asked quietly
whether I had been brought up in this area.  When I explained that I had
always lived in this house she asked about my parents.  I told her how they
adopted me and brought me up here.

   Several minutes past in silence as we continued to hold and gently
caress.

   "Did you know anything about your birth parents?" Alice enquired.

   "No.  Mum always said they knew nothing other than my name and date of
birth."

   "27th December 1970" said Alice.

   I leaned back "How did you know that Alice?" I said.

   She sighed.  "Steve, I am your mother!"

   My heart was pounding.  I was confused but at the same time felt calm
and happy.  I kissed Alice on her cheek and brushed her hair.  I waited,
knowing that she would continue when she was ready.

   "Your father died on Tuesday." Alice turned her face to look into my
eyes.  "He was Stephan Braun and lived near Stuttgart.  I was with him when
he died and his last words were to tell you he loved you."

   I was crying as she kissed me lightly.  "We both loved you without
knowing you.  Now I know you I love you even more and I'm never going to
let you go again."

   We sobbed together and comforted each other.

   Eventually she said.  "We can talk more later, but for now let's rejoice
in our re-conciliation."

   We fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms.  When I awoke she was gone.
A note beside the clock re-stated her love and asked me to contact her.

   Epilogue

   It is now three years later.  To say that the company thrived under our
radical plans would be something of an understatement!  We appeared to have
found the new way forward.  Our marketing and IT systems revolutionised the
market.  The company expanded but still fell short of its potential;
eventually the multi-nationals were fighting a bidding war to buy us out.
June played the market carefully and agreed a deal which involved retaining
the current staff in their current locations for a fixed time with
incredibly generous severance terms for any wishing to leave.

   June and I were married.  We had built a group of interconnected houses
when we found that all three women were pregnant.  We, Mary and Grace now
live separately but together.  They all had children born in the same week.
The children are brought up together by Mary and Grace who left the company
with fortunes in their bank accounts.  I spend two nights in each house and
on Sundays we have an `altogether' night.  Mary & Grace do not want more
children, but June now has two girls and wants to try for a boy!

   I often see my `new' mother and my half-sister Alice who also had her
baby in the same week!

   Maybe I can tell you more on another occasion.

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