Dreaming of a white Christmas Ch. 15

All sexual activity is is between consenting adults over eighteen.

This chapter is a massive deviation from previous chapters and is written from Karl's point of view rather than Terry's

Where do I start with this chapter? For a proper start it may be easier if you know who I am; I'm Karl, you have seen Terry mention me in previous chapters.

I'll start September 23rd 2018 13:45, sitting at a picnic table on the veranda of the Village green cricket pavilion with Terry and a pint.

I'll have to quantify that by saying the village has become a borough as the urban sprawl has crawled forever closer and virtually enclosed the village. It's about a couple of miles from the town centre. We've been members of the cricket club and hence the clubhouse bar 'The Cricketers' for a lot of years although my presence has waxed and waned considerably in that time. The clubhouse and pavilion building is described as nearly one hundred and fifty years old, however it has been regularly extended and remodelled and we doubt any of the original timber building still exists, or if it does we have no idea, which parts. The last extension being a decent sized brick building some forty years before to replace and extend the earlier bar area and add three changing rooms, a 'committee room' and toilets, the toilets were recently remodelled and updated to include a disabled section. Jeremy and Jennifer Jackson have been the live-in licensee for around ten years and do a brilliant job of it.

A couple of months back one of the veranda decking boards had rotted and collapsed under the weight of a picnic table, one of the 'A frame' slatted table with a bench each side sort of things. Tom had cut out the rotted section and replaced it with a bit of timber as a temporary botch. In various combinations of two's, he and I along with Terry, who I have classed as my best mate for decades, have had four sessions here to survey the state of the timbers, measure and cut replacements and treat them with copious quantities of weather proofing products. In the meantime, these replacement timbers have been stored in the shipping container within the trees behind the clubhouse, known as 'The Garage' and used for the mowers, rollers and all the other paraphernalia used by the groundsman.

The veranda covers nearly the whole width of the front of the pavilion including the main front door, measures fourteen feet deep and forty-two feet wide, has a felted roof, hand rails across each end and two steps running the whole width, it easily takes eight wooden picnic tables on there although they do tend to get moved around the park.

The weather forecast had been for lovely weather and it was perfect for a day of hard graft, Karl and I arrived well before nine this morning and set about clearing the decking, the side door became the way in and out while we worked. With a combination of wrecking bars and various other levers we removed the decking boards and cut them in half with a circular saw to be ready to dump into Toms truck when he arrived. Removing the three rotted joists required the use of a grinder to remove the well rusted bolts as predicted. A leaf blower was used to clear the exposed asphalt surface below and liberal quantities of weather proofing liquids slavered on all the wooden sub-structure. The precut and treated replacement joists and decking was a perfect fit. Five hours and four packs of three inch nails for the nail guns later the new boards were down and the six picnic tables in place, where the other two were we had no idea. Tom had arrived about a half hour later than us and after strapping the load of rotted timber securely stopped just long enough to get through one pint and left to get to the tip with the old wood, leaving Karl and I to gloat at our handiwork.

"Same again?"

"Thanks Jen."

"It's looking grand."

"We're very pleased with the way it went down to be honest, very much as predicted. Sorry about the smell of the weatherproofing."

"I'm sure it shouldn't smell too long."

We watched a group of strangers cross our new surface and enter the door, a white and a couple of coloured women, and two white men. "Ooo yes I could Karl."

"I thought so Terry, green coat? White girl for me and yes I certainly could."

Jennifer returned some minutes later with pints of bitter and lager. "There you go lads, could one of you do the honours for me?"

"I'll go Terry, I need a piss."

The clubhouse is only open to members and their guests, there is a signing-in book for everyone in accordance with the licensing regulations and any strangers have to be signed in as guests, I assumed the group we had just ogled were about to be my guests. I signed them in on the way to the toilet.

"Know what Terry?"

"What?"

"Knowing your tastes I reckon green coat would be right up your street; Kim Tuck's her name, lovely voice too." I watched his lack of reaction with interest; "Penny for them mate."

"Huh, oh yes, erm sorry."

"Somewhere nice?"

"Erm, oh yes, yes nice."

I gulped some beer down and placed it exactly in the centre of a picnic tables plank; "Hmm, let me see now; watch a pretty lass go by and go very quiet. My conclusion after assessing all of the facts... Terry is in love... Yes?"

"Nah, not like that but yes there is a pretty girl."

"Come on then, all the gory details, spill the beans. Uncle Karl needs to know." I did a drum roll on the table and watched the drink jumping.

"Really isn't simple this time."

"Try me mate."

I watched the cogs rumbling in Terry's head for an eternity, plenty long enough for me to gulp some more beer. "The thing is Karl... Oh heck, promise to keep this under your hat?" He held out his crooked little finger.

I locked mine to it. "Course mate, you know that."

"The thing is... have you ever paid for it?"

"A prostitute? No."

"Well you know how I was interested in breast milk?"

"Oh yes."

"I met up with a coloured girl from an escort site and well I've seen her twice and she has fed me... well to put it simply she is gorgeous."

"Wow, you old dog you."

"Yeahrah, silly old bugger more like."

"Fuck no mate, you go for it. I remember only too well when 'er indoors was feeding the kids. I was so bloody jealous and bloody enjoyed it the few time I got my little share."

Jerry brought our lunch out and we continued chatting but despite the revelation most was about the job we had just done.

I'll come clean now, I'm telling a true story and just about everything here has a massive similarity to the real life events but, but, but in order to protect the guilty all characters and names are made up. I'll start back at the beginning: Thirteenth August 1971. I entered the door of Planned Environment Control Systems, also known as PECS, for the third time. The first being some five months before when I sat an examination. Pretty simple stuff mostly based on Ohms law and mathematics, I don't want to sound big headed but I reckon I scored one-hundred percent or bloody close. Two months later as a spotty sixteen year old I sat before Mister Groves the General manager, Mister Postner the training officer, Ms Hoare from Human resources and Miss Marshal a pretty younger woman, their legal secretary. That was the only job interview I ever attended and it was sooooo scary I nearly shit myself.

Third visit I walked over to the reception desk with my letter and gave my name.

"Good morning Karl, if you will follow me please to our large meeting room."

Gabriella was an older lady, well as a sixteen year old kid they all were, her high heels click clacked on the solid tiled floor until she pushed the door open and walked directly to a seat second from the end of a series of tables set in a 'U' shape; "Mister Postner will be here shortly, can I get you a refreshment; Tea, Coffee, orange juice?"

"Could I just have a water please?"

"Certainly, please take your seat."

I noted my place name on a green card, to my left sat an equally spotty kid and according to his green place name was George, to my right the green cards at the empty seats showed Terry and Harry. Looking further right and following round the 'U' shape of tables I could see three yellow cards, four orange, four red and directly opposite at the far end was five brown. Straight away I recognised the relevance of the colours being the international electrical colour code based on the colours of the rainbow, for some reason it's frequently called the resister colour code although it's used in a plethora of different situations. A total of twenty places and fourteen seats filled. The mechanical digital clock clicked to 07:48.

"Your water Karl."

"Thank you."

The only sound in the room was Gabriella's heels as she click clacked away. A few moments later Audrey did exactly the same with Terry followed by Gabriella with John and Harry at 07:54 and again at 07:58 with Mason.

"Good morning gentlemen, I see no ladies today. I'm Alan Postner, Training Officer for Planned Environment Control Systems, usually known PECS. Most of you," he looked around, "yes I met most of you at your interviews, we had nearly five hundred applicants, seventy-three didn't make it past the paper sift. Over eighty didn't pass the examination." There was a general murmur at that, verging on laughter. "We invited three hundred and seventeen to interview, thirty six didn't respond to the invitation or turn up and another thirteen did respond but didn't come to interview. At interview we were able to eliminate sixty-six. Two hundred and two potential apprentices and we chose twenty-five, offered them a position and five turned it down. You may have noticed there are five different coloured name cards and there should have been five of each. So we have eighteen here and no contact from the other two spaces, if they don't turn up we will probably move one of you from brown team to yellow. Silly to have a five and a two."

"Any questions?... No?... We like questions at any time, anything you don't understand, anything at all. After all of the introductions and various people speaking with you we will invite you to sign a number documents, you are all welcome to take them away with you to take advice elsewhere if you wish."

We sat through countless people talking to us, several workers, Accounts, Human Resources, three Union Reps, a Doctor and a Psychologist. We had several breaks for refreshments, toilet breaks and chat, not that much chatting took place, An elderly lady in a pink house coat regularly changed the tea and coffee flasks and each time we were encouraged refresh our drinks at will.

Helen turned up a couple of hours late to make it nineteen, by the end of the day we had all signed contracts and receipts for basic tool kits and safety equipment, yellow team still only had two members and Mister Postner studied a folder of papers before choosing a member of brown team to move over.

The system which was to be our programme for the next two years being our groups would follow each other round the different departments every two months in colour code order then we would be individually assessed and specialise in the third year.

Our training included block or day release at college and also did a selection of 'outside courses' for example erecting a scaffold tower, cutting and grinding disk changing and use, elevating platform etcetera.

One of those courses was a one week residential course and while there we went to the cinema and somehow blagged our way into a popular adult only film. A film which had caused quite a controversy as it featured a topless woman several times, including breastfeeding her lovers baby and her lover.

PECS employed a number of coloured people and several of the young ladies were very attractive, Terry's interest in them didn't go unnoticed by our team mates and bit by bit he took a shine to coloured celebrities. Tina Turner and Diana Ross were firm favourites as was the coloured girl in the television programme Love Thy Neighbour.

That film made a massive impression on him, it changed his life as breastfeeding became his life fantasy. In those days tattooing hadn't caught on in a big way, in fact tattoo parlours were always little run-down back street properties. The lady in the film had Mild and Bitter tattooed over each nipple and that in itself caught on, I remember a series of articles in a Sunday newspaper as tattoos started becoming more popular and featured several women with low cut tops showing similar designs. I certainly rubbed out a few over those pictures and I imagined the same was true of many of my peers. Any buxom, attractive, coloured girl and Terry would extol the delights of breastfeeding. The same was also true but to a lesser extent for attractive white girls.

The four of us in green team got on well and spent a lot of social time together, not so much Harry as he had no interest in working on cars and of course all we could afford was old and rotten Minis, Morris minors and Ford Anglia's. Somehow Harry was driving a two year old Vauxhall Victor. On top of that, the three of us had pet poodles and regularly chatted about them and went for walks together. Harry didn't like dogs or walking.

As youngsters Terry and I had both been very keen to do the Duke of Edinburgh Award Scheme which involved a lot of walking, or so it seemed, and as youngsters had both been on many family camping holidays. Having turned eighteen we planned to spend six days including the August Bank Holiday hiking and discovered Tentaxi. Basically a man with a Ford Transit van would drive around a selection of camp sites collecting and delivering our kit which meant we could walk with essential supplies in our smaller back packs and know our tents, sleeping bags, cookers, clothes and so on would be at our nominated next stop. That meant we were able to use a bigger tent, one we could almost stand up in and not have a concern about weight or bulk. They also offered a telephone service whereby they would take messages and read them back when we called, remember this was well before mobile phones existed.

We started planning this holiday some six months in advance and getting bits together our excitement grew. Into August the weather forecast was looking good and the first three days were perfect, not too hot, not too cold, no rain, low wind. The fourth day started the same but windier. We had been through several villages by mid afternoon and left the last four miles behind us when the wind started getting up and not long after that it started spitting, not enough to be a problem but enough to start feeling uncomfortable. According to our map there was a public house up ahead and we increased our pace with the plan to have a swift half pint while the rain passed over. About a quarter mile away from the public house the rain got harder and by the time we arrived we were fairly wet as we opened the creaking door and entered.

The public house had obviously been more than one room which had been knocked through, at each end left and right were log fires, the bar ran from the centre of the back wall to the right. By the left fire were four people, two dressed like ourselves as hikers and the others more like dog walkers, something not difficult to make a guess at as there were two black Labradors laying on the floor. We ordered our drinks and sat at the nearby right end fire to steam as we dried out.

The barmaid was typically well endowed and wearing a low cut round necked dress to show a lot off, as it was not busy she spent a fair amount of time regularly alternating between the two positions of leaning elbows or forearms on the bar while talking to us. It was virtually essential her breasts were either squeezed together or resting on her arms which seemed to push them out more. Each time she stood away from the bar she automatically hooked her fingers into the neck line and ran them round to pull the dress and brassiere back to their correct positions.

"Why do you keep doing that?" I asked

"Doing what?"

"That thing with your fingers."

"This?" She demonstrated.

"Yes that."

"I don't want to scare the customers darlin'."

"I'd rather you didn't do it, anyway we are the only two here now."

She laughed and we continued chatting. When the cassette tape finished she moved to change it and automatically went the do the finger thing.

"Uh uh no."

She laughed again and left the dress lower. When she resumed her position the brassiere was showing as was something dark on her left breast and two or three more movements without restoring her clothes it was suddenly obvious she wore the word bitter. I collected my empty glass from the table and stood.

"A bitter please." Gesturing to her breast. After she pulled the drink I added; "Actually I'd have preferred one of those bitters."

She looked down and instantly turned to fix her situation. "Oh I'm sorry darlin'."

"I'm not. I assume the other says 'mild'."

"Oh err n. no." She was obviously embarrassed.

"And a lager please and one for yourself." I watched intently as she flexed her muscles pulling on the pump and a hint of the dark writing kept winking at me. "Is this weather going to last now?"

"Maybe." She placed the drink on the bar then walked to the window. "Looking at that black I reckon it's in for the evening."

I looked at the wall clock to see we had been there for four hours. "I don't suppose you have a room we could take for the night?"

"I have one room with a double bed if you want to share."

I looked to Karl, he answered: "Good to me, we're almost doing that in the tent anyway. I'm hungry too, I don't suppose..."

"I'll see what's in the freezer. It's all pre-packed stuff. Most takes an hour nearly unless I zap it."

She looked, we chose from her verbal list and thirty minutes later all three of us sat at a table to eat. In the meantime she had put a couple of logs on the fires and I'd seen the right breast is lager.

"So you went for lager and bitter."

"Yes very stupid of me."

"Why stupid?"

"Went out with a friend one night for a drink and saw a girl at the disco with them and we talked ourselves into getting them. I regretted it within days. That bloody film has a lot to answer for."

Terry asked; "Do you breastfeed too?" I cringed as he said it.

"Not for a few years now."

"Shame, I fancy doing that since seeing the film."

"Hmm yes. You and a few others."

"Who did you feed then?"

She looked at me him little confused and jerked her head in a bit of a shake. "Ermmm. My babies of course."

"How about your husband?"

She looked down at her meal and moved it around for a moment; "Ya." It was so quiet we almost didn't hear it.

However my cock sprung to attention and with her head still in the dipped position she saw it, judging by Terry's action I assume he was in the same situation.

"How old are your babies?"

"Ah." Her head raised to look at me. "Twenty-three, twenty-two and twenty."

"Years?"

"Yes, years."

"I didn't realise."

"That you fancy suckling milk from your mummy?"

My turn to be embarrassed; "Yes I suppose so. We're both eighteen."

"It shows... it shows. I nearly asked for some sort of ID when you came in." There was some sort of realism jerked into place. "Erm your plans, tomorrow, is Ted expecting to pick your stuff up."

"Who is Ted?"

"Tentaxi. He'll likely come past on his way and the way this rain is now..."

Terry and I chatted through the arrangements and She put the television on for the weather forecast, which was terrible. Eventually we came up with a plan and she picked up the phone to use the rotary dial for the five numbers to tell Ted not to move our kit on.

We sat in the comfy seating by the one fire she kept going, then when she had cleared away the dinner things she sat with us chatting until ten. "Fuck it, no-one else is going to come tonight, I'm going to lock-up." She walked round locking doors and turning lights off. "Come on let's go to bed." The gesture was almost one of offering her hand to hold.

"What together?"

"Huh?"

"You said 'let's go to bed', I asked if that is together?"

"Do you... would you like to sleep with me then?" I blushed all shades of red. "Oh my God you would. Hmm. You do realise this old body doesn't look like an eighteen year old don't you?"

"Y, y, y, yeah yeah." Terry sat there in amazement that I'd asked to sleep with an older woman and not only that, she appeared to be considering it. "Please."

Again she held out her hand; "Come on then."

Like the virginal lamb to the slaughter I was, I shakily stood and feeling scared beyond belief that I was about to sleep with a female for the first time. I looked to Terry for reassurance. He responded with a thumb up.

She saw it: "Oh. You coming too?"

His brow furrowed big time; "Me?" He pointed to his chest. "Karl and me, all three." He drew circles with both hands. "Together?"

"If you want to, no one's forcing you."

Just as doubtfully Terry stood and together we headed through the door marked 'PRIVATE'.

"Head on up and get showered, I'll just get..." She collected a bunch of keys from a hook. "Use the bathroom in the third door on the left too. Towels and soap in the green cupboard" She headed back to the bar.

We headed up the stairs to showers, I'd just about got wet when a very naked mature lady stepped into the shower with me and proceeded to wash me, my first reaction being to cover my genitals. I still behaved like the scared virgin I was as she started washing my shoulders and worked downwards until she reached my hands. Kneeling down she pulled my hands away and placed them on her shoulders and continued to wash my cock and bollocks then right up my crack and down to my feet. Standing up I did the only thing a silly virgin would do, I grabbed her tits and held them as she removed the daisy print wash mitt and continued by shampooing my shoulder length light brown wavy hair.

I had never seen such long nipples, bearing in mind this was only the second pair of breasts I'd seen and the first was a girls bikini slip at the beach several years before. The the only wank material I'd seen was the top shelf magazines and let us be honest here the pussy area was always covered with knickers or some random bit of cloth or carefully hidden in deep shadow. Back then there were no tattoos or piercings and all of the models were pretty pretty young things with stereotypical similar bodies, including the fairly nondescript nipples that have never been exercised by a baby.

I enjoyed holding these heavy sagging lumps of mammary flesh kneading stroking them and generally pulling and twisting the long rubbery teats. I'm sure it wasn't doing anything for her but it was doing wonders for my erection.

She held the mitt open towards me; "Your turn."

It felt very clumsy to wash her, I started at shoulders and worked down as she had done, spent ages on her tits then continued down via her belly button and waist then down between her legs. Now the really silly thing is I know women don't have cock and balls but apart from her bundle of wet hair there was nothing, well nothing obvious to play with and I felt somewhat cheated, my hand was between her legs but I might just as well be under her armpit. When I pushed through further I felt the swell of her arse cheeks, then pulling back my finger found the slit. I had not seen a pussy at that point and all I knew was boys put their cocks in girls holes and imagined it was going to be a round hole, almost like bored by a brace and bit or possibly like my arsehole, but no there was this sort of crease that my finger slipped into, almost like her legs went up further. I tried to bend my finger to push it in until...

"I see we have a virgin here, take it easy and finish washing me. We'll have fun afterwards."

"Yes thank you." I continued washing her legs and feet then shampooed her hair, just as she had done with me and with loads of suds on my hands washed my face.

She did the same to her face and paid more attention to removing the little make-up she wore. A final rinse for both and she turned the water off, opened the door and grabbed towels. Once dried we found Terry in the bedroom wearing a towel round his waist, we were naked but both still towelling our hair and I felt very vulnerable, especially seeing his towel starting to tent.

"Come on, get rid of the towel." She took a step closer and pulled at it then threw both to the bathroom floor, mine followed. She kissed Terry, lots of chewing action then turned to me, I felt her tongue licking under mine and chewing my lips before breaking away. "Aren't I the lucky one, two gorgeous virgins to play with." She held both of our cocks and gently stroked up and down several times. "Before we go any further I have to make sure you are happy to do this, it will most likely influence you for life. You can see my wrinkles and wobbly bits are nothing like the young girls you should be doing this with and first time with an older, overweight woman like me may mean it's what you look for afterwards and forever more."

She looked at us, back and forth several times, now holding an erect cock in each hand she said; "So do you really want to do this?"

I stuttered; "Err, oh, yes." Terry just nodded, looking a little less than a demented chicken.

"Do something."

"Do what?" We said in unison.

"Anything you like. I don't care, kiss, touch, lick, feel. Whatever you fancy just do it."

Bitter looked sooooo inviting and dipping my head I licked across the nipple and feeling it stiffen sucked it into my mouth to flick with my tongue. A hand held against the back of my head as I sucked and my hand held the back of her waist.

Then I saw another head beside mine. "Oh yes boys, I have always loved them being suckled but this is the first time ever it's been both together."

That went on for ages, maybe ten minutes before I placed my other hand on her belly and caressed while slipping it lower and lower until I found another hand between her legs, from there the only way is up and soon I was rubbing a breast, initially the underside of the breast I was still sucking on before moving to the other to find a very confusing contrast between a soft squidgy mature breast and a scratchy stubble coated chin.

The hand against the back of my head pulled harder, tighter, and she shook; "Ooopphwhaaaaarr," lasted a long time, maybe thirty seconds modulated by the shaking until it stopped, it all stopped, the shaking, the sound, the head holding. The lot stopped and we both stood upright as the hands seemed to indicate.

The next bit seemed to happen very quickly but in no time I'd learnt to roll a rubber on my stiffy and was sitting on the bed watching Terry bobbing up and down on top of our hostess. She was making lots of encouraging 'ooo's' and 'aaah's' sounds and stroking various parts of both of our bodies then lingered on my nipple when I said "Oh yesss."

It's true women can multitask as she paid lots of attention to both of us at the same time while Terry pumped away between her legs. Slipping down the bed and adopting a laying position on my side I leant in to kiss her mouth and at the same time took hold of the nearest breast to play with the firm central protuberance. Moving down to suck on the nipple presented a stability issue as the continuing bobbing by Terry made the generous soft flesh mountain wander around.

Suddenly it all changed, the rapid bunny thrusting stopped to be replaced with some hard thrusts and a gap before a slow withdrawal and a coincident "Errrrpham... pfwooo." sound.

"Was that what you expected Terry?"

"No man, no."

"No?"

"No, it's... well it's very different to my hand and hot and tight and well complete if that makes sense."

"Good or bad?"

"Good, yeah oh my God yeah good, special. Magic."

"You have to go and lose that in the bin and wash yourself well."

"Yeah, oh yeah." He looked at me; "Mate you need to get in there."

I did just that, sliding back up the bed a bit I rolled towards her and placing my knee between hers she held my hard-on and directed it towards her snatch. Yes in those days we called it a snatch. I followed the directions and as I pushed felt the hot slippery space open to allow me in. I understood what Terry said about it feeling different as I had never slid my erection into something slippery or hot before, until now I had simply gripped my shaft. I was all the way in and luxuriating in the previously unknown feeling of full immersion.

"See what you mean mate." I stayed there enjoying the unfamiliar sensations for a while and kissed her some more then without realising I had started moving my hips up and down and marvelling at the very new feelings of the hot slippery sleeve around my just devirginalised willy... And then it all turned very slippery and squelchy as my stomach tried to turn itself inside out with the convulsions of my first sexual intercourse ejaculation. Yeah, oh boy did I ever cum? Without knowing anything else I simply pulled away when the last of the spasms eased. The light brown rubber johny was heavy and looked like it should have fallen off. I felt elated, as light as a feather and all I wanted to do was a big fat Tarzan style call.

Almost instantly Terry rolled back into place; "Oh man, that is sooo soggy now."

"Imagine what it would be like without the Durex's after you two have cum in me."

He was humping rapidly when I headed to the bathroom to wash, he had lasted a lot longer than both of us had before and was still going when I returned. He groaned some then did some really hard thrusts and making some huffing sounds in time which sped up then stopped, I could see the muscles in his arse clenching until; "Aarrrrrrghhh."

His Durex didn't look anything like as heavy as the first time as he got off the bed and stood up.

By then I had a stonking erection again and had found the second Durex was easier to put on. Straight away I climbed back on and pushed back in to experience the previously unknown fully enclosed sensation again.

"Talk about keen Karl. I didn't have enough time to take a breath."

"Sorry."

Did it occur to me to pull out or even stop my rapid actions? No dear reader not a chance. These two virgins had not one iota of a clue about sex, making love, or whatever term one can dream up to use. No these two young idiots had only one thought on their minds and that was to fulfil their immature heads thoughts about sewing their first seeds, or to put it another way: having a fuck.

I seemed to last for ages and getting nowhere, I had an amazingly solid erection that I didn't remember having before and I enjoyed the hot tight feeling as I slid back and forth. Somehow it didn't feel like I was getting anywhere, that was until she reached up and squeezed my nipples... fucking hard and my whole body felt like... well I can't describe it but but in the middle of the sudden reaction I shot my bolt, just two spurts and suddenly my cock head was so sensitive it hurt far too much to do anything and I jerked away with one final painful reaction to pushing in.

"Jees'." I very nearly collapsed as I slipped off the bottom of the bed with a totally soft and floppy willy. "Bloody heck I've never known anything like that before."

"Are you all right Mate?"

"Wow that was not what I expected." I reached down and gingerly gripped my willy with forefinger and thumb and the expected pain was not there, sensitive yes like I always am as soon as I cum but the pain had gone; "Yeah I'm okay."

Looking back to the bed I saw her sitting on the end with her feet on the floor; "Sorry Karl I tried a little helping hand."

I smiled at her; "Yeah, I need to remember that one for the future." I headed to the bathroom and carefully removed the rubber johny, sat on the toilet and waited for the piss to start. A couple of minutes later I washed properly and headed back to the bedroom to find them both sitting up in bed with the blankets covering her breasts but only up to Terry's waist.

"I'll leave you boys to it now." She slipped her feet over the side and they appeared below the blanket, stood and said; "There you go Karl all warmed up for you."

She turned to face Terry when he spoke; "Why don't you stay?"

"I think that was enough for one evening."

"Stay and sleep with me, us please."

"It'll be too tight for all three in there."

I moved over to her, placed my hand each side of her waist, pulled us together and had a decent kiss with a little bit of tongue. "Thank you for today and tonight, I had no idea anything would happen on this holiday."

"Hey Karl, it's not every day a tubby middle aged woman gets to play with a couple of young studs."

"Stay with us tonight please."

Terry added; "Please."

"Sure. But if it gets too cramped I may have to... You know... I'll just pop to the loo first."

She returned, got into the middle of the bed and laid on her back, I got in beside her and like the couple of virgins we were just a few minutes ago we each placed our head on a shoulder and a hand on a breast and with erections cuddled up to our conquest it didn't take too long to drift into a peaceful darkness.

So dear reader that is how Terry and I lost our cherries, nothing particularly exceptional, well apart from the unexpected over sensitivity which if I'm honest is something which was with me for at least a couple of decades if not four.

I woke with a jerk to plenty of sunshine illuminating the room and my morning wood pointing to my feet and jammed against the side of a padded hip, my hand was doing a bloody good impression of failing the pencil test under the furthest breast from me and the closer breast hanging down between her armpit and my Adams apple. My sudden movement disturbed the womanly mound of flesh in close engagement with me; "Mmmmmm." the arm under my head moved towards the headboard and I also felt the leg stiffen against my knee; "Good morning boys."

"Wow, that's nice. Good morning. Waking up with a w, girl is nice."

"Woman will do Karl." she bent her head over to kiss my temple and it felt very natural to bend my neck far enough to take the kiss on my lips, a lovely kiss, with feeling and tenderness. I moved up the bed to save the crook in my neck and at the same time pulled my hand from under the heavy mammary flesh to feel between her legs and play with the little hard lump I found there. "Oh Karl, what is that?" I felt a hand touch the back of mine then move further to my hard willy, lift it away from the entrapment between my thighs and her hip and grip it. "We're not wasting that are we? Can you reach a Durex?"

I turned to my back, reached out for the foil wrap and dropping the empty on the floor fumbled under the blanket to roll the rubber onto my hard manhood.

"Karl?"

"M'mmm." I turned back towards her and kissed again, placed my hand back between her legs and played with the hard lump before running a finger along the slit then slipping it inside.

"Oo yes that's lovely, just move it round a bit." Her hand moved mine so the ball of my thumb pressed on the lump; "That's nice, mm." She whispered; "Another finger... Ooo yes Karl. Oh, oh yes. Mmm arrrarr."

Terry was still sound asleep the other side of the bed and we both kept glancing over to make sure we weren't waking him.

"Come on Karl."

I soon climbed aboard and my Durex covered willy easily slid in. That sensation was still so unfamiliar but so lovely and silently I prayed that it never stops feeling like it. She pulled my shoulders down to squash her breasts between us and hooked her free leg around mine to trap me and kissed again, I had discovered I really like kissing and hoped she liked my tongue exploring her mouth like I did. At the same time I tried to hump, move my willy out and in within her trapping grip. Her belly moved under me as her leg pulled and released in time; "Ae, ya, orha, orha."

"Shh Terry."

"I can't believe what this feels like."

"Mmm yae yiyi yiyi yi oh yes Karl, Just push hard. Just like that, yes"

I felt the work she was doing against me as her action changed to more like shaking and I came, filling the Durex with spurt after spurt after spurt of cum...

"Oh that's good Karl..." It went very still. "Relax on me... That's it move your legs outside mine, careful, stay in me for a little."

"This is nice."

"What's that Karl?"

"Being like this afterwards. It feels really nice, sort of sexy but cool."

She smiled and what about this now?"

I was getting soft and felt it slipping out. I smiled; "Nicer than just pulling out." I moved my head to kiss her lips, she held my head in place to join in. "But now I have to go to the toilet."

She released my head and with another smile silently whispered; "Go on."

I left the bed and headed to the bathroom, sat in the toilet and heard: "Could I be on my back this time please?"

"Oh really, yes please Terry."

I leant hard over to one side to get a narrow view of the bed; She rolled over to reach for another foil package and passed it to Terry, the next movement of Terry moving towards the centre and her climbing on top got me to a completely weird state and it was so sexy watching her doing a sort of rolling action. She looked to be enjoying it, very different to the previous evening where she just laid there taking the crap we gave her. The view of her hanging and swinging breasts looked very interesting, sexy, inviting, stimulating. Bitter was calling to me like never before and I forced myself to start pissing, washed my hands and willy, dried them roughly and headed back to the bed. Despite the significant movement I managed to hold on to the heavy breast to pull it towards me and attach my mouth to suck and lick the unbelievably long and chewable point of so much pleasure to man while kneading the lovely mass supporting it.

Her moans and groans and lots of incoherent words told me she was enjoying what was happening, as to how much was by my greedy groping or her ministrations on Terry I have no idea but I'll guess it wasn't mine.

"Fwhorrrrfrfff." The look on her face to go with the sound was verging on pain and the action on Terry changed from the rolling of her arse to a rubbing back and forth movement and he managed to hold and suck the other breast.

Terry made some groaning sounds that I can't even begin to spell but some very significant jerking told be he came. We were both still latched onto her breasts and her sawing action increased until she suddenly sat up straight on Terry's willy, pulling her nipples free from us and holding them tightly she lifted them up to roll them around; "Yi yi yi, fuck me." Alternating between bouncing up and down and grinding on Terry the various noises came from her open mouth as another orgasm passed through her and at the same time Terry's thrashing actions indicated he came for a second time.

All movement stopped apart from some very heavy breathing.

"Mind if I have another shower?"

"Go for it babe."

By the time I finished and wrapped the towel round me Terry stepped past me for his shower. I dried and dressed in the previous days clothes, packed the few bits in my backpack and followed the smell of breakfast to the kitchen where the chef dressed in a robe with enough cleavage showing that lager was on full view.

"Thanks for everything, I really did not expect any of this."

"No babe, neither did I, Would you mind making your tea or coffees for me?"

"Sure." I headed to the kettle.

"I'll have a tea too please. It's been a lot of years since I broke in a virgin and it was fun with you and Terry. I hope you don't regret this later when you meet lovely young girls whose bodies haven't gone fat and floppy. How do you like your eggs fried, poached, scrambled?"

"Oh er fried is grand please and Terry too." I gently guffawed. "Thanks, erm I don't see why there will or should be any regrets."

"I hope not, Oh hello Terry, eggs fried okay?"

"Lovely thanks."

"Are you okay, you look troubled?"

"No I'm fine but trying to get my head round last night."

"Regrets babe?"

" 'Je ne regrette rien' to quote Edith Piaf."

"I hope so. Right I'll just plate this up, mind if I join you's?"

"No." we both answered in unison.

"Go through to the bar."

We took the three mugs to find a table laid for two and a jug with orange juice, I poured one and held the jug towards Terry; "Please mate." and poured his.

Our hostess brought two plates through and placed them on the table; "Would you like anything else; cereals, yogurt? I think I have some."

"No thanks, this looks like loads thanks."

Terry agreed, we sat and she returned with a third plate and more cutlery; "Don't wait for me, it'll be getting cold."

I held up my glass of juice; "To erm... Good weather."

"To two boys becoming men."

We chinked glasses against her tea and Terry added; "To losing our virginity." We chinked again and took a drink.

The chatter as we consumed breakfast was all about the day; the weather, the route we planned, the campsite and so on. It came to a conclusion all too soon and after final ablutions we had lovely hugs and kisses, hoisted backpacks and waved as we walked away. She did a final flash of her body and we waved just before we turned the corner to lose sight of the pub.

We walked in silence for a quarter hour before we simultaneously burst into laughter.

"Oh Karl, can you possibly believe it?"

"Not in a million years mate, not in a million years."

We nattered for a half hour about our joint deflowering until we reached the little museum on our itinerary, we spent over an hour there then chatted about that as we headed to the next village where we planned to have some lunch. A pint and ploughman's lunch in the Cricketers - yes dear reader another public house by the same name - followed by 'the view', the view which is listed in all the guide books as an absolute must, the view which appears as if by magic at the bend at the end of a half mile track. The other couple there said their guide book warns about the mist rising from the sea on a hot day and it was worth waiting for it to clear, ours didn't, an hour later it hadn't.

A couple of hours later we were introduced to our camping kit and promptly erected it. Next exercise was visiting the little Spar shop just next to the camp and we selected hot dog sausages and baps and something we had not seen before; two litre plastic bottle of beer, the sort of bottle one would expect to find lemonade or cola. Having warmed up the hot dogs we sat in the lovely warm sun to eat and drink beer from our plastic beakers.

"Did you get her name Karl?"

"Yes of course it's... erm... Oh flipping heck no."

"Me neither, we're going to remember her and the pub in every intimate detail and what she did for us for the rest of our lives... and shit mate we have no idea who she is. We could drive home that way."

"Yeah right mate we could." I got the map from the back pack and looked at the route; "Pffwoooofff not really sensible mate, look see." I pointed out the silly route it would take.

"Is there really nothing across there somewhere?"

"No. Roads go north south, they follow the topography."

"So two more nights, should we just go there and there and skip the last one?"

"It makes sense but we could do the next one then skip the next one but instead do this track to end up here like we were talking about before. I tell you what, I'll go and ring Tentaxi and see what he'd prefer."

I went to the payphone in the reception area and rang, discussed the situation and made the choice to do the revised suggestion and miss out our planned penultimate stopover.

On the last day we stuck with our original itinerary and got the lift with Tentaxi back to our starting point, on the way the weather broke and the sky opened, the last thing on our minds was to do the horrible detour just to discover the name of our first conquest.

Ten months later the official passing out party for apprentices went ahead for the remaining fourteen of the nineteen intake, our original four of green team sat at a table of ten including parents and a girlfriend. One of the last things to happen was the four of us promising to lookout for each other and be there if needed, we did a very clumsy attempt at linking all four little fingers for a pinky promise and somewhere along the chat decided to swear on our pet dogs that three of us had which all happened to be the fashion at the time, French poodles, so the chant was All for one and one for all, Pinky Poodle Promise".

After that, life went on pretty much as it should, a few heartaches on the way, a couple of Pinky Poodle calls, mostly about broken down cars, the regular selection of family births deaths and marriages, the four of us were like brothers. When Georges house was flooded by a burst tank in the loft Terry and I rushed round there to assist, we stopped the water but by that time both ceilings had collapsed and the conversation went something like:

"Come round to mine."

"We'll get a hotel room."

"For Christmas? Don't be daft." and the concentration was then on salvaging the Christmas presents and food, our four cars were loaded to the hilt and initially unloaded into Terry's garage. They stayed for a little while until the house was habitable and always celebrated that act by invading Terry on boxing Day ever since. Although it's funny how George ducked out after they divorced to let their children continue the tradition with Annie.

We had the sort of relationships where visiting one another we'd expect to be taking our turn making tea or coffee. Terry and I were by far the closest with George a little behind, the three of us were very much into the wiring and programming side of the control panels whereas Harry went into the management side of things and gradually eased away from us to some extent. Some years later the company had to downsize in a hurry, Terry and I had no difficulty going self employed although neither of us intended to do so. If I really must admit it we both accidentally fell into it and we have done very, very well with most of our work coming from subcontracting. Neither of us have ever had to look for work nor been big spenders so I imagine Terry has a decent amount stashed away, as do I.

Terry was my best man when Maxine and I married, that was a no-brainer, Godfather to my first baby and my first grandson, in some ways I felt a little put out when his Madeline was born and I wasn't asked, in favour of that bitch Annie, oops did I really just say that?

But it turned out okay when he asked me to be his best man and godfather to his second little girl and Maxine for her twin brother.

In the mean time we had spent lots of time together socially and work and we often worked together rather than using a 'lesser qualified and cheaper' assistant, especially when under pressure. However sometimes we didn't see each other for months on end, I think I met every single one of his girlfriends, the good, the bad and to be brutally frank; the fucking ugly, I physically shudder at the thought of... No I can't keep slagging people off. He purchased a little two bedroom semi-detached house which made a great bachelor pad and all told he had four women live there with him, one constantly complained about it being too small and quite honestly small it was and still is. But this time with Angie it was different and moving across the road, well I said he should have a decent stash of cash, probably not any more after buying that outright and I'd like to let you into a little secret that nobody else knows; but that's a bit too hush hush.

That day at the Cricketers and afterwards there was no signs of the relationship developing into anything more than a paid milkmaid, I knew Terry saw her a number of times as he would mention it in passing and then he mentioned the fire and putting her up in a hurry.

Meeting Angie for the first time was a big shock in just about every way possible; I knew she was young and had a child but the first time she opened the door I assumed she was Angie's daughter, my first reaction didn't go unnoticed. I would have guessed the girl standing there was a teenager which I guess dear reader you agree with... well you must have noticed her for a few years in the profile picture which was taken in Alton Towers when Freddy was just forming in her belly. Knowing Terry met her as an escort I really expected her to be... dare I say rough? Instead I found a very attractive, well spoken and personable young lady. An attractive young lady who cared deeply for her babies and I soon found out from Terry's family how they all loved how she had fitted in with their numbers right from the get-go.

I think I fell in love with Angie before Terry did and never in a hundred years would I have dreamt at the age of sixty-nine he would have got her pregnant and not only that my best mate, the same one we both shared the experience of losing our virginity together at the same time to the same mature woman Public House Landlord fifty-one years before, we don't think we ever did know her name so we tend to joke we lost our virginity together. Yep my best mate Terry fell in love with Angie and loved the role of dad and husband, along with brother, uncle, great uncle and so on. I say without a shred of embarrassment I had always been jealous of the Brown family and the way they balanced being independent with such a close knit bond throughout and the way they absorbed the addition of Angie's family too.

I always wondered how they organised a secret wedding, indeed I always wondered why Angie eventually gave in and accepted his proposal, she refused several times and quite honestly there was no point. Did he tell you about the ring? the way she chose one from a select hand crafted range and the price of the centrepiece? He nearly had a heart attack when he saw the price of that, and quite rightly so but the ring she fell in love with was very modest in comparison and very elegant

The family eventually found out how they met and it was just ignored, such was the acceptance of her face value, A face value which I happen to think is the real deal.

Just to recap, as I understand the situation Angie was living with a lad and heavily pregnant with Freddy she came home to find him having sex in their bed with his fathers sister, throwing the two of them out was not a good financial plan for a part time supermarket delicatessen counter assistant. Needing money she turned to the oldest profession and about nine or ten months later the fire destroyed her home. Much to my surprise she kept an accurate diary of customers initials, Terry was TT for Tommy Tucker, dates, times and accounts which she handed to the same accountant as Terry and me to declare her earnings. For a long time she had the greatest expectation to return to her flat when it was rebuilt and even went out looking for a flat to stay in until it was ready. Due to several complications with the rebuilding it took a long time, but by then the situation had changed, she was heavily pregnant with Madeline. It turned out she had purchased the lease on the flat and had to do some careful negotiations with the mortgage company to stop them foreclosing due to lack of repayments but as soon as it was rebuilt she rented it out rather than sell.

Well that's a bit of a potted history however I hope you have kept up with my topsy turvy meandering back and forth in time.