Steve

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Well?" he asked, looking at Steve.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Need help?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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