Stairway to Heaven Pt. 02

I hope you enjoyed part 1 of this little tale. If you haven't read it, it is worth reading Pt1 before reading this so you understand the situation Chris has found himself in.

All feedback appreciated. I have had a good second and third read of this one, so hopefully reduced the number of typos etc.

Chris brain slowly started to come to life as he surfaced, with daylight starting to peek through the curtains. It took a little while for his brain to register where he was, Sarah was beside him and Ann on the other side of Sarah. Desperate for the loo, he carefully slipped from the bed and headed into the toilet. After doing the necessary he stared at himself in the mirror.

"What the fuck happened last night!" he said to himself. "A quiet night in front of the TV and next thing I know I am in bed with two nymphomaniacs! Definitely not a discussion to be had with Mum and Dad about my first night here!"

Quietly he slipped back into the bedroom and slipped on his boxers, which was all he could find of his clothes in the semi-darkness. He tiptoed across the room and slipped out of the door, the call of his own bed and some deep sleep winning the battle over getting back into bed with Sarah and Ann. He started down the stairs to the landing and his room, when the front door opened and in walked Jane at the end of her night shift.

"Bloody hell, she didn't waste any time getting you up there did she!"

Chris blushed furiously, stood in his underwear halfway down the stairs facing a uniformed WPC. Jane laughed.

"Come down and have a cuppa, I need to wind down after my shift and I think talking to you might help! Don't worry about dressing, nothing I haven't seen before!"

Chris didn't feel like he had a choice, so made his way down to the kitchen where Jane was putting the kettle on.

"I knew she would have her eye on you once hubby went away again. She's a bit of a wild one is our Sarah."

Chris blushed again, "Her friend Ann isn't exactly a wallflower!"

Jane giggled, "Oh so her partner in crime was here as well was she. No wonder you look so knackered. Lets go into the living room and you can tell me all about it."

"Probably not a good idea Jane," Chris started to explain, "I think Ann's date is probably still passed out in there."

Jane looked into the living room, to be greeted by the sight of Alan, stark naked, passed out on the sofa. "You're right, lets go into my room."

Chris followed Jane across the hall and into her room. It was much bigger than his, with a big metal framed bed and even had a small sofa. But what really caught his eye was an airer with enough lacy underwear and black stockings to start a lingerie shop in the middle of the floor.

"Oh fuck!" gasped Jane, "I forgot I left that lot out to finish drying! I have to do all my undie washing before I start my week of nights, or I am likely to run out."

"Nothing I haven't seen before," laughed Chris, "although not quite so much nice stuff in one place!"

Jane smiled, "Well these uniforms are so dull and boring, I like to wear something naughty and sexy underneath to keep myself cheerful. Plus you never know when you might get lucky on a job."

Chris looked Jane up and down, "Nothing boring about that uniform from where I'm standing!" he said as he sipped his tea. "In fact always had a bit of a thing for women in uniform!"

"Oh give over! I get enough of that at work! Everyone we deal with thinks I'm a bloody strippagram!" With that she laid back on the bed.

"I can't believe you got such nice furniture in this room. Mine is pretty good, but this is like a hotel room!"

Jane smiled, "I did a deal with Sarah and Dave to have the room unfurnished, for a cheaper rent. I brought a few bits from my married house after the divorce. makes it feel a little more homely for me."

"Well it certainly doesn't feel like a rented room! Quite the boudoir feel."

"Right enough of the flattery. Sit over there on the sofa and tell Aunty Jane all about last night!"

Chris felt quite exposed sitting on the sofa in just his boxers sipping his cup of tea. He began to explain how he had been watching TV when he had to open the front door cause Sarah couldn't get her key in the lock, she was so drunk. Being introduced to Ann and Alan, knocking back a few shot's together, then the two women dancing round the living room before Sarah dragged him upstairs. The incredible blowjob and then Ann joining them because Alan had passed out.

"Go on and don't spare the details, I know what that tart is like when she's had a few too many drinks!" laughed Jane.

Chris blushed furiously, then went on to describe going down on Sarah whilst Ann played with her using the crop.

"Oh she does like a bit of pain does our Sarah," moaned Jane from the bed, "but then don't we all!"

Chris looked up at the change in Jane's voice to see she had popped open her tunic and was unbuttoning her police blouse and hitching up her skirt. Taking his heart in his hands, he walked over to the bed.

"Do you want a hand with those?" he asked breathlessly.

Jane looked at him with a big grin on her face, then stood up.

"Ever undressed a copper before?" she asked cheekily, "cause now is your chance! You're not the shy boy I thought you were last night, or is it Sarah corrupting you?"

"I just feel comfortable around you," he breathed, "normally women make me nervous, but for some reason you don't."

As he spoke he slipped the tunic from her shoulders and hung it on a hanger on the wardrobe door, then unzipped the skirt letting it all to the floor. He picked up the skirt and laid it across the back of a chair. She stood there in just her white blouse, her stocking clad legs and suspender straps appearing from beneath the blouse.

"Damn you look sexy like that!" groaned Chris.

He could sense Jane's breath shortening and her chest rising and falling much more rapidly as he unbuttoned the blouse before slipping it from shoulders. He stepped back to take in the view of Jane in a dark blue matching bra, panties and suspender belt.

"Fuck that is one hot look!" he gasped, "if only your colleagues knew what you were hiding under your uniform!"

She giggled at that, "well there are one or two who know what I like to wear on duty!"

As she spoke she wriggled out of the silky panties and threw them across the room, then laid out on the bed.

"No foreplay, no fancy stuff, just fuck me!" she groaned, "there's a condom in the bedside table, put it on and get that cock inside me!"

Not needing a second invitation, Chris dropped his boxers and kicked them across the room. Took the condom from the drawer, unwrapped it and rolled it down his cock. Then he began climbing onto the bed and kneeling between Jane's open thighs. He ran a finger up and down her pussy lips, sliding it inside and watching her squirm.

"Fuck you are dripping down there! What's got you so horny!"

"Listening to you talk about your session with Sarah and Ann last night!" she moaned, "brought back memories of a night I spent with them! Now stop yacking and fuck me!"

Chris positioned and placed his cock at the entrance to her wet hole, "What did you want me to do again?"

She nearly screamed it out this time, "Fuck me! before I kick you out and go to sleep!"

"Like this?" he laughed, as he slammed his cock deep into her pussy, sliding her further up the bed.

"Oh God, yessssss!" she cried.

Chris lifted her stockinged legs over his shoulders and bent her in half, then began to drive his cock deeper and deeper into her hole. Jane's hands had reached up and were pulling her breasts from her bra so she could pull on her nipples. Her ankles locked behind his neck, dragging him down and forcing him to fuck her even harder.

"Fuck, that's it!" she screamed, "fuck me hard!"

As Chris thrust home, Jane was thrusting up with her hips to try an force him even deeper. Her arms were reaching up, her fingers raking up and down his chest. Her face was racked with tension as the arousal grew and grew inside her. This was just what Jane needed after a long and stressful nightshift dealing with drunks and idiots on the streets. She pulled her legs from his shoulders and wrapped them around his waist, lifting her hips in time to his thrusts. She pulled his head down to hers and locked him into a deep and passionate kiss.

Chris rolled to the side and onto his back, pulling Jane over with him, so she was now riding his cock. He couldn't believe how tight her pussy felt as she flexed her muscles around him as she rolled her hips. His hands reached up to grasp her nipples, pulling and stretching them, drawing another long moan from Jane.

"Oh God that's good!" she groaned, "I love my nipples being tortured!"

She slammed down with her hips, grinding her clit against Chris pubic hair as she bounced her hips. Chris was lost in a world of lust, his brain struggling to compute what was happening to him right now. Suddenly Jane climbed off of Chris and moved onto all fours, wriggling her hips at him.

"Drawer, lube!" she moaned, "fuck my arse, now!"

Chris reached into the drawer and pulled out the tube of lube, smearing it over his condom covered cock, then easing two of his slippery fingers into the tight brown ring of her bottom. She pushed back to force them deeper and stretch her wider. Kneeling behind her, he placed the tip of his cock against her sphincter, gently easing the tip through the ring of muscle. He had been planning to take it slow and gentle to start with, but Jane had other ideas. No sooner had she felt the tip slip inside, than she slammed back her hips driving his cock deep inside her rectum.

"Oh fuck that's what I need!" she cried out loud, "fuck my arse you bastard!"

"Fuck you are a kinky little so and so aren't you!" laughed Chris, as he spanked her bum cheeks. With each spank as the red handprint glowed she wriggled her hips.

"You don't know the half of it yet!" she groaned, "But I do love a good ass fuck! Not so gentle with those spanks either, I like being spanked not fucking tickled!"

He pulled hard on her hips, driving his cock deep inside her backdoor, the muscles gripping him hard each time he pulled back. With one hand on her back he began spanking her left buttock multiple times, the sound echoing round the room. he swapped hands and repeated with the other cheek, Jane moaning into the pillow as she shook her hips to encourage him.

"Spank me!" she screamed, "treat me like a slut! I love having sore cheeks when I wake up!"

Then he heard a buzzing noise and started to feel vibrations in his cock. Jane had pulled a vibe from under her pillow and was now sliding it into her pussy.

"Christ, Jane! I'm going to come if you keep that up!"

"That's the idea, I am just on the edge!"

He was too close now and could no longer hold on, he violently pulled back her hips as he exploded into the condom, feeling her sphincter pulse around his cock as she came herself, screaming into the pillow.

He collapsed back onto the bed, sweating as if he had run a marathon. "That was unreal!" he gasped, "I didn't realise sex could be this good!"

Jane leaned over, running her hands up and down his body as he fought to catch his breath. "It all depends on who the sex is with!" she laughed, "you did alright for a novice. We'll just have to practice a bit more!"

Then her hands found his lube covered cock and started to peel the condom from his shrinking cock. Lifting it up to the light, she could see the viscous fluids filling it.

"My, my, there is quite a lot there!", with that she tilted her head back and upended the condom into her mouth draining the come from it. "And you taste rather nice too!"

Chris couldn't believe what he was seeing, or had experienced in the space of less than twenty four hours.

"Would you mind if I cuddled up to you to go to sleep now," asked Jane, as she pulled him in close and spooned behind him, "just be quiet when you get up later."

With that the two of them dropped off quickly into a deep slumber.

It was a few hours later that Chris slowly opened his eyes, in yet another strange bedroom. He could feel Jane still curled up behind him. Lifting her arm from around his chest, he slipped from the bed. Pulling on his boxers, he quietly opened the door into the hallway. He could hear voices in the kitchen, but didn't want to go anywhere near them. Slowly and he quietly he crept back up the stairway to his room.

"I truly must have died and gone to heaven," he thought to himself, "this is just too unreal for words!"

to be continued...