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Written: 05 December 2018

Village Girl

by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, MM/F, Oral, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Incest

I was born into a farming family...and I do mean family. I had six uncles and aunties and they all owned farms. There were so many of us in the family in fact that our family owned and lived in every house in our small village...in fact, our family were the only family for three square miles. The village primary school only had one surname in the register so when they called the register they used first names instead of last names and sometimes they had to use the first two names because so many of the boys had our grandfather's first name.

It came as a culture shock when I moved to 'Big school' and found kids that had a different surname to mine and an even bigger shock to realise that they weren't related to us. I was a very good student, got excellent marks in every subject but as soon as I turned sixteen I was done with my education and was itching to get out to work. I wasn't interested in farm work, after sixteen years of living on a farm I had enough of cow, pig and chicken shit to last me a lifetime.

I got a job as an Office Junior for an engineering business and I didn't have a big commute either. One of our suppliers was looking to upsize and my Uncle Paul had a massive barn that he no longer needed for farm machinery so Northants Engineering moved in and I got the junior's job because the girl that was doing the job didn't want to travel to work every day.

I started working for Ken Pledgeman, he was the Office Manager and had been for twenty years. Ken was in his sixties, tall and willowy. He wore brown corduroy jackets with leather elbow patches and glasses that looked like they were cut from the bottoms of milk bottles the lenses were so thick. Ken wore bowties; he had five different shirts for work, all brightly coloured and wore a matching bowtie for each different shirt. I soon discovered that Ken was a perfectionist, there was only one way to do anything and that was Ken's way!

Oh, and I almost forgot...Ken was definitely the fairy from the top of the Christmas tree!

Ken insisted that I took a work based qualification, even though I fought him every step of the way. I ended up passing a National Vocational Qualification in Office Management with an extremely high score. I was invited to collect my trophy from a formal dinner in the Guildhall. I was twenty years old by this point and because I worked just a five minute walk from my home, I hadn't bothered to learn to drive so I had to get a lift into the ceremony.

I was expecting the graduation ceremony to be a massive affaire but I was wrong, I hadn't been invited to a graduation for my NVQ course, it was the local Chamber of Commerce meeting, it was a 'Selling Northampton to the wider country' kind of thing and the banqueting room was full of business men from all over the country being entertained by Northampton's business men and the top three students were being paraded around in front of them like cattle at a livestock auction.

I'd asked my father to pick me up an hour after dropping me off, that would mean him hanging around in Northampton instead of going home and then coming back into town but I quickly realised that this wasn't a simple diploma collecting evening; it was a full blown banquet. As soon as I saw the program for the evening I called my father and told him to go home and that I'd ring him later to collect me when the function was over.

I was glad that I'd let my mother talk me into wearing one of her old dresses, my own wardrobe consisted of jeans and T-shirts for casual wear and skirts and blouses for work. Our house was so huge that my mother never threw any of her old clothes away; she still had her old school uniforms in her dressing room. Whenever I went to a party I wore one of my mother's old outfits. My mother had been to a city university studying clothing design and manufacture before she married my father so as a young woman she had some very fashionable clothes, mainly designed and made by her own hands, some were very pretty and some very sexy.

The outfit I'd been talked into wearing by my mother was a black lace outer dress with what looked like a black, strapless, crop-top in fine muslin sewn under the top to hide my breasts and another band of muslin sewn in around the hips that was only three inches wide. I'd complained that my knickers could be seen over the top of the lower band but my mother just shook her head, "You don't wear anything under a dress like this, that's the way I designed it!"

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The back of the dress was fastened by a small button through a loop in the high neck band that looked like a choker attached to the dress and below that, the dress was open right down to the band of muslin that surrounded my hips...the only saving grace was that it didn't gape open if I stood upright but if I bent forward the crack of my arse would wink out at people. I'd even worn my mother's impossibly high, high heels, black patent leather, twenty year old shoes but they had been looked after so well that they looked like they were brand new.

Northampton had two thousand NVQ diploma winners this year but there were only three of us that had been invited to the Guildhall, Susan Gildert had achieved a qualification for her NVQ in Hair and Beauty Provision, Gail Bush had got her Catering Management NVQ and I had got my Business Management NVQ.

We three young women were very much out of place at the Chamber of Commerce banquet; there were over two hundred men at the function and only thirty or so women. Because I was wearing my mother's old dress I was probably the most 'Dressed-up' of the thirty three women at the banquet, the most dressed-up and the youngest person in the room.

I checked the seating plan, my place was about half way down the north table, I had Mr Benson on my left and Mr Eldridge on my right. Susan Gildert was opposite me on the south table and Gail Bush was in the middle of the West table. The Mayor and the great and the good of Northampton were all on the East table...the Guildhall had been built on the footprint of an eighth century church so the building was oriented east to west, the grand entrance on the west end of the building so that the head of the table were facing people entering the room.

The first course was delivered, I chose soup and the men either side of me chose paté. Over my soup I discovered that Mr Benson was a buyer for a chain of shoe shops, he loved my shoes and knew that they were older than I was, he also knew that they were made in Northampton by a local company that had disappeared more than twenty years ago, I also discovered that Mr Benson's first name was Sam. Sam Benson was very one dimensional, his whole life revolved around shoes, shoes and buying shoes. He was in town to place an order for high-end boots, high-end and high fashion.

When our green salad was delivered I turned to Mr Eldridge to find out what he did and if he was more interesting than Sam. Gavin Eldridge was very attentive; he was as interested in me and what I'd done as I was in finding out about him. Gavin was a building developer and owned an architectural and design business in London. I was particularly interested in hearing about the new speculative commercial development he was building on the Weedon Road Industrial Estate.

"When I first left school and started working for Northants Engineering, they were moving into one of my uncle's barns, the first project I had was to get the power link from the farm disconnected and a new power supply laid in."

"How old were you then?"

"I was sixteen."

"Wouldn't it have been cheaper for your uncle to just fit a private meter and charge your new boss for the electricity he used?"

"The supply from the farm was only twelve and a half KVA, Northants Engineering had several machines that needed more power than that each, if everything was running at the same time they needed over one hundred and seventy KVA, we could get one hundred and sixty-six KVA for ten thousand pounds but to go to the next step up, say two hundred KVA it would cost ten times that amount so we had to stick at the lower level, just because of the cost of installation."

"And they trusted you with all that responsibility at just sixteen years of age?"

"Mr Pledgeman was looking over my shoulder every step of the way but I had to do all the chasing around, pushing for delivery dates and that kind of thing."

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"I'm only in Northampton until lunchtime tomorrow but I'd love to show you around my new factory."

"I'd love to see around a purpose built factory and a speculative built one before they're finished, see how things get put together and see how you leave things so that the building can have several different uses."

"Can you get back into town by...say...ten thirty in the morning?"

"That would be difficult, my father will be working all morning and busses don't come near my village at the weekend."

"Well then, you could always stay in town, I'll organise a single room for you in my hotel."

"I can't afford hotel prices...not on my salary."

"I'll put it on my company account; it'll go down as entertaining a customer."

Now...I was twenty...a village girl that had never had a boyfriend in my life so far but even I could spot a play...I'd watched my grandfather hitting on my friends often enough and Gavin Eldridge was more like my grandfather than my grandfather was!

I weighed up the pros and cons, I wasn't 'Married' to my virginity, my mother often told me that I needed a boyfriend before I went mad, she even suggested boys that were in the market...even boys that were my first cousins...even boys that weren't boys and I don't just mean men, she once suggested that if I didn't 'LIKE' boys or men...that I should look to one of my female cousins who showed inclinations in that direction.

I sipped my wine, my heart rate had stepped up a gear but I'd been in this position before, I'd misread casual flirtations from at least four cousins and two uncles...laid myself open to them...and...and...nothing happened...a little tongue wrestling and my hand had ended up down his trousers, shaking hands with his trouser snake and that was it, it had never gone beyond my hand on a cock before. Gavin was looking at me now, he was looking worried.

"I'm sorry if I overstepped the mark..."

I held up my hand, "I'm trying to remember what I have to do tomorrow, see if I can change the timings or get someone else to do my stuff for me."

"You're working tomorrow? I didn't expect a small engineering company to be working on a Saturday."

I smiled, "Tomorrow it's just stuff around the farm that I usually help out with."

The banqueting staff were starting to collect the salad plates from the huge square of tables, I lined my knife and fork up together to signify that I was finished even though there was still a mountain of limp lettuce leaves on my plate, "When they get here, I'm finished...I'm just going to find somewhere private to ring my parents to tell them that I won't be needing a lift home after the meal."

I saw the faint twitch at the corners of his mouth as he tried to suppress the smile trying to form on his mouth.

I walked to the passageway leading to the toilets. I still needed to choose which of my parents to ring, my father would just thank me for the call and that would be the end of the conversation, my mother on the other hand, there would be questions, there would be advice, there would be warnings...congratulations even...I phoned my mother's number.

She picked up on the second ring, "Sarah, is anything wrong?" there was an edge of panic in her voice.

"No mum, no problem, can you tell dad when he gets home that he doesn't have to turn out to collect me tonight...I'm stopping in Northampton tonight."

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There was a delay; I could hear her breathing through the phone, her breath rate increased fractionally.

"That was fast work, who is he?"

"One of the victims that were invited to dinner by the Chamber of Commerce to try and sell them something."

"Must have been my dress that got things moving so fast, I was always guaranteed to pull in that dress...so, is he a local man or an out of towner?"

"He's from London."

"So..."

"So what?"

"Don't play the innocent with me...what's he like?"

"Mum, you know that I am still innocent...don't you?"

"That's because you always turn your nose up at family...you could have lost that little gift years ago if you hadn't been so fussy...so what's he like?"

"I don't think it's like that mum, he's offered to show me the factories he's building on Weedon Road tomorrow morning before he has to go back to London and I really wanted to see them because of the work I did on converting Paul's barn into a factory unit and when I told him I couldn't make it because we don't have a bus service over the weekend, he offered to get me a room in his hotel...a room of my own in his hotel."

"What's he like?"

"He's older than granddad mum. I don't think he has any plans for that kind of thing."

"Don't think your grandfather's too old to chase a girl of your age around the bedroom...where are you on your cycle?"

"Mum, I don't think it's like that at all."

"Where are you?"

"Week three mum, right at the end of my fertile time."

"You'll need condoms then, the Guildhall has a condom machine in the ladies toilets...get yourself a pack...I know...You'll say there's no need but trust me, don't leave contraception to the man...you'll kick yourself if it gets to the bedroom and neither of you have a condom...and if you tell me that you did it without a condom...I'll kick you!"

I could have kicked myself, in my bedside drawer I had four unopened boxes of condoms following my mother's advice while at family parties, I'd be getting on with a cousin and my mother would whisper, "Get condoms, just in case!" I'd bought condoms and nothing had happened...well, I'd ended up with a wet hand on four different occasions but the unopened box of condoms had ended up in my bedside drawer at the end of the evening.

I wished my mother a good night and looked towards the ladies toilet...I didn't need to go but my mother had given me a dire warning that if I ended up having sex without protection she'd be cross with me so I sidled into the toilet. 'Only three one pound coins' the machine proclaimed in large print and in much smaller print, 'For two condoms'. I searched in my purse for pound coins, in my mind I said to myself, "If I don't have three pound coins then that's providence or something telling me not to bother buying yet more condoms that will join my stock in my bedside cabinet.

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I found three pound coins, I laid them in the slots in the coin tray and just before I pushed the slider in, I spotted the 'Out of order' sign just above the coin slide. I laughed, fate was just pissing me about a little.

I popped the three coins out of the slider and put them back in my purse before returning to the banqueting hall. There was a plate of beef and vegetables in front of my empty seat.

Gavin looked up at me, "Everything okay?"

The thought flashed in my head, 'Should I tell him that the condom machine in the ladies toilet was out of order and ask him if he had any on him...in his room...or if he wanted three pound coins to go and test the machine in the men's toilet!'

I laughed and nodded my head, "Usual crap from my mother..." I stopped myself telling him what the crap was...just in case I'd misread the situation, "...She still thinks I'm at school...having a sleepover with my friends and talking all night long."

He grinned at that comment and pointed to my plate, "I chose for you, roast beef, roast potatoes, carrots, peas and sweet corn...I rejected the broccoli, Brussels sprouts and cauliflower...in my opinion, no one ever cooks them properly these days."

We kept up our conversation through the main course as well as through the trifle. At the end of the meal, after the trifle dishes were cleared away the assembly was called to order and the Chairman of the Chamber of Commerce called out Susan Gildert's name. She walked from her seat to stand at his side, he handed Susan her NVQ diploma and then he picked up her record book...I had exactly the same book, in mine there would be a business related aim, some kind of project I'd have to manage or some procedure that I'd have to either learn or create, a date that the action had to be completed by and the name of the examiner testing my completeness and a score.

The Chairman read out some of the examiner's comments about Susan's work and her attitude. He closed her record book and picked up an envelope.

"After reading all the comments and taking account of the final score achieved by Susan, my committee had no hesitation in awarding Susan the Chamber of Commerce award for outstanding achievement after achieving the highest mark for anyone in the city of Northampton...a check for six hundred pounds."

Susan took the check and the microphone, she held the envelope up. She thanked the Chairman and the rest of his committee who were all sitting around the room entertaining visiting businessmen. "When I was told that I was going to get an award from the Chamber of Commerce, my first thought was...'PARTY TIME'...but in reflection, I'm going to put this money into my fund for starting up my own beauty parlour."

Susan walked back to her seat to the sound of applauds.

"Susan had obviously been told more about the evening's events than I had been, I didn't even realise that we'd get our actual diploma at the banquet and she had even been told that she would get a monetary prize...All I'd received was an invitation to attend the banquet. The thought hit me that perhaps Susan had won first prize and she was probably the only one who would get more than her diploma.

The Mayor stood up next, he cleared his throat into the microphone, "Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to introduce Gail Bush this evening,.." Gail stood up and walked towards the east table as the Mayor spoke, "...Gail was the unanimous choice of the County Council education sub committee for the highest mark for any catering student in the county." He handed Gail her diploma.

"And the award is...a check for one thousand pounds!"

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Again Gail was given the envelope and the microphone.

"I'd like to thank the members of the County Council for selecting someone from the catering NVQ to receive this award, I haven't been able to afford a holiday for the last five years because catering is one of the worst paying of all the trades covered by the NVQ examination board...with this cash I'm going to have my first foreign holiday ever."

My heart started palpitating, Susan had got six hundred pounds and Gail had been given a thousand pounds...what the hell was I going to get...I knew what I wanted to get later but now, at the awards...

As Gail walked back to her seat I suddenly realised that I would be expected to walk to the east table to get my award and I really wasn't dressed to be presented in public and my pulse stepped up another fifty beats per minute.

A man in a suit stood up...I knew how important the Chairman of the Chamber of Commerce was, he wore regalia and had a chain of office around his neck, the Mayor had similar robes and an even more elaborate chain of office draped over his shoulders with a feather covered tricorn hat on his head.

I leaned in to Gavin, "Any idea who the suit is?"

"You really should know him, he's Peter Bane, the MP for Wellingborough, he's trying to talk me into turning some of my land in his constituency into affordable housing. He's desperate to see me before I head back to London tomorrow."

I'd missed my name being called out but the sound of applauds brought me back to the room. Everyone was looking at me as they clapped their hands. Gavin whispered, "It's your turn to go and get your diploma."

I pushed my chair back and walked as carefully as I could up to the east table.

I shook hands with Peter Bane, "Congratulations Sarah..."

Peter turned the microphone on and continued his congratulations over the public address system, "...Sarah was a little reluctant to start her NVQ and her sponsor even noted in his proposal to the NVQ Board that he doubted that Sarah would complete the course but he felt that she needed the focus and structure in her life that performing tasks towards an NVQ would give her, even if she only took part for one year..."

Peter picked up the envelope in front of him, "...when Sarah's score was brought to my attention, I knew that she was way beyond deserving of a cash award, she attained an average score of ninety five percent across the board in her Business Studies course, making her the top student in the country, not only in business studies but across all the disciplines in the NVQ group."

I opened the envelope and almost passed out, I'd been given a check for two thousand pounds.

I stumbled through my acceptance speech and returned to my seat, as I passed behind two men close to the east end of the northern table I heard, "Perhaps with that two thousand pounds...she'll be able to afford underwear!"

I wasn't shocked by the comment, I knew that I wasn't wearing underwear under my dress...my mother's dress...and I knew that some men wouldn't like seeing me dressed that way but those men were very much in the minority. I slipped back in my seat between Sam Benson and Gavin Eldridge, I knew that my face was bright red from all the attention and a little because of embarrassment at the way my mother had talked me into dressing.

I hadn't taken a coat with me because I had expected my father to pull right up to the steps of the Guildhall to drop me off and to pick me up as well, so a coat would have just been an encumbrance. On the mile long walk from the Guildhall to the Grand Hotel, I really wished that I'd brought a coat with me...it wasn't cold, far from it, it was a warm night and I was adding to the heat because of the amount of blushing I was doing. Wearing an exhibitionists dress in a function room was one thing but wearing it out on the streets was another.

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We walked into the reception area of the Grand Hotel, It had been a very grand hotel in the past but now it was a Travelodge. Gavin pressed the buzzer on the reception desk, the receptionist had obviously been sleeping in the back office, she rushed out and the first thing she said was, "Sorry, we're fully booked tonight, most hotels in the town are because of the convention at the Guildhall."

Gavin turned to look at me, "I'm sorry about that...I could call you a taxi and pay for it to take you home if you like!"

I bit the inside of my bottom lip, "Are there any alternatives?"

"Well, I could book you into my room with me...I'd promise to behave like a gentleman!"

I nodded my head.

Gavin took his key card out of his pocket and handed it over to the receptionist, "Could you add Sarah Clarke to my room and amend my bill please, bed and breakfast for two."

The receptionist looked very suspicious of me because of the way that I was dressed...she had to think that I was a 'Street Walker' or is the term, 'Sex Worker' these days? She looked at the key card and tapped his room number into her computer, "Looks like you have a message sir."

Gavin was given a second key card for me and his message, his computer record was altered and he was given a new bill. As we walked towards the stairs he said, "It's only cost me the ten pounds for the extra breakfast...because I was in a double room anyway I'd already paid as if there were two of me."

Gavin read the message, "Damned!"

"Problem?"

"That prat Peter Bane, he wants to talk to me tonight or at the latest over breakfast, he's getting bloody desperate to get my agreement to build social housing for him before he has to see the Housing Minister on Monday at Number Ten."

Gavin unlocked the door to his room and held it open for me to walk through in front of him.

The room was reasonably large, the bed was overly large, it was bigger than a standard double, over six feet square.

I looked at the bed and turned to look at Gavin, I was bowled over onto my back on the bed, Gavin had launched himself at me like a rocket, his mouth seeking mine out hungrily. I fought him off, pushed him off of me and he suddenly came to his senses, "Sorry...sorry...sorry! I promised to behave like a gentleman and I've let myself down!"

"Do you have any condoms?"

Gavin had looked shocked when I pushed him off of me...my asking if he had any condoms shocked him even more, he was quite taken aback as he lay on his side looking down at me still lying on my back.

He mumbled, "Erm...no, is it important?"

"My mother told me to get condoms at the Guildhall, she told me that there was a machine in the ladies toilet but it was out of order when I tried to buy some earlier."

"Wait a minute...you're telling me that you assumed that we'd be having sex tonight and you told your mother?"

I made a circling motion with my hand, "The other way around...I told my mother that you offered to get me a room of my own so that I could go with you in the morning to look at two new buildings that you're constructing. She told me that you'd expect sex and that I should buy condoms in case you didn't have one."

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He got over his shock quickly and covered my upper body with his again to kiss me and as we kissed his hand slid down between my legs and he lifted the front of my dress to get a handful of my pussy. I felt his mouth turn into a smile as he kissed me. And then he pulled his mouth away from mine and looked down at my exposed pussy.

"All the men at the banquet thought that you were commando under that very sexy dress...Damned it, I didn't believe them!"

He opened his trousers, I reached down and took his cock in my hand...now this I was used to...not on a bed though, usually standing up, usually out the back of a pub or club and usually the cock belonged to a family member.

I'd lifted my upper body to reach his cock and to look down his body to see what he looked like outside of his trousers...this was another difference, I'd felt cocks before...rubbed them to completion...but never seen one in the light.

He pushed me back down onto my back and he shuffled his hips over mine, dragging his cock across my thigh. I pushed him off of me again and he looked more affronted this time than shocked.

"What the hell?"

He was still in contact, his erection pressing into my thigh, I'd only managed to push his upper body away from mine.

"We need something to cover the bed with...this could get very messy!"

"How?"

"When you deflower me."

"You're still a virgin...but you can't be...not dressed like that...and what your mother told you...I'm very confused now!"

"I'm still a virgin. I've never gone further than wanking a boy off so far...much to my mother's disappointment!"

I felt his cock suddenly deflate against my thigh.

"All we need is a bath towel and we'll be good to go."

"I'm not sure that I actually want to deflower you...sorry."

"Well, it's your choice, I'm ready, just need a towel to save the bed getting messy."

He still looked very confused as he walked into the bathroom; I stood behind him, watching him standing in the bathroom in a quandary, I smiled as I watched his cock looking at his shoes.

"It might not even be messy...I've ridden horses all my life, I could have torn my hymen when I was a toddler. If it helps, I'd be grateful to you if you could help me to get rid of my virginity."

As I spoke to him from the bathroom doorway I took my dress off, he looked in the bathroom mirror and saw my totally naked body for the first time, he gasped and turned to face me, his cock stood to attention, it's view focused from his feet to my face and he grinned at me before pulling a towel from the towel rail.

"Come on then, let's get this show on the road!" he stripped quickly as he walked from the bathroom until we were both totally naked.

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I walked back to the bed, I dragged the duvet onto the floor at the foot of the bed and then held my hand out to help spread the towel over the middle of the bed before positioning myself in the centre of the towel and bed.

He knelt between my open thighs. He lowered himself down to kiss me but while still holding his cock at my gateway.

He pushed his upper body up again and smiled at me, "Are you the kind of girl who would rather pull a band-aid off quickly or slowly?"

"As quick as possible, less pain..."

I didn't get to finish my statement, my scream drowned out all thoughts of words as he dropped his full weight down on top of me, sinking his bone into my cunt to the hilt in a fraction of a second. He didn't fuck me so much as stab me with his cock and then he looked down between our bodies as he pulled his cock back an inch out of my body.

"Wow...you were a virgin...I can't believe a girl who looks like you and dresses like you can still be a virgin."

"Comes from living in a small village where you're related to everyone who lives in that village."

He eased his cock back in the inch he'd just pulled out and as he lowered his mouth back to mine he looked worried.

I shook his kiss off, "Is there a problem?"

"Yes, you're so fucking tight that I almost shot my load just getting in you, I'm afraid that when I actually start shagging you in earnest I'll cum too quickly...be a disappointment for you on your first time."

"Don't worry about that, my mother has been preparing me for my first time to be a disappointment, she always told me to just take the pain hit the first time and try again when the man gets his erection back...she promised me that the second time would be magical."

He chuckled as I hooked my arm around the back of his neck and pulled his mouth back down onto mine. He was right though, I didn't even get a warm feeling from the fuck before he was scalding the inside of my cunt with his hot spunk.

He fell on top of me gasping for air and apologising at the same time. I told him that it was okay and that we could try again later if he wanted to.

He was still planted in my cunt but his cock was deflating rapidly, dragging a bloody mess of his own ejaculate out of my body just as a knock came at the bedroom door.

Gavin, are you decent...Gavin...you there?"

"It's Peter Bane, he won't take no for an answer, he's desperate to see me this weekend."

"I'll go and have a shower, wash some of this blood out of me and your semen!"

We kissed one more time and I slipped off the bed, pulling the towel behind me.

Gavin pulled one of the hotel's towelling robes on and waited for me to close the bathroom door before he opened his bedroom door to Peter.

"I've pinched a bottle of the good stuff from the top table and I have two glasses...sorry, do you have company?"

Peter looked down at my dress on the floor by the bathroom door, "Sarah Clarke?"

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I heard Gavin say yes as I stepped under the shower.

I washed myself as quickly as I could and as I turned the water off Gavin opened the bathroom door and whispered, "You know that whole losing your virginity thing?"

I nodded my head.

"Did it matter to you who took it?"

"No...not at all...any man would have done...well, any man I'm not related to that is!"

Gavin closed the bathroom door behind himself and whispered again, "The thing is, Peter's out there with a bottle of champagne and he knows that you're here and that we've already had sex and he has the hots for you. If you let him fuck you...well, you'll get some pleasure and if I'm allowed to watch you do it...I'll get hard again faster, and you can double your pleasure...what do you say?"

I nodded my head, I pulled another of the hotel bathrobes on and followed Gavin out of the bathroom. Peter was sitting on the only chair in the bedroom and I sat on the bed. Gavin and I shared a glass full of the quality champagne while Peter was making small talk. Gavin kissed me and he eased my dressing gown open over my legs, exposing just a hint of pussy hair.

I looked through the champagne at Peter, he'd noticed the wisps of hair that were now on view through the open robe and reading his face...he'd just realised that sex might just be on the cards for him, he looked from my pussy to the crumpled heap of my dress on the floor.

"I was a little shocked earlier when I saw you wearing that dress. When I was a student at Nottingham University, I knew a girl who had a dress like that. I wouldn't say she was a girlfriend but she would come to my flat a couple of times a month for sex when she was horny. We had a good time for eighteen months and then she disappeared."

"If you had sex with her for eighteen months...why wouldn't you call her a girlfriend?"

"She was engaged to a sailor but he was on a nuclear submarine, the kind that left the Clyde on a Monday morning, submerged and didn't surface again for eighteen months and when it did surface it was back at the Clyde."

"So...what happened to her?"

"I assumed that after eighteen months he had come back and she was getting sex from him...she probably married him in the end."

Gavin kissed me again and he slipped his hand inside the top of my bathrobe to fondle my breasts as I was talking to Peter. He was all but licking his lips at the prospect that he might get to fuck a woman half his age...all thoughts of negotiating a housing project with Gavin was gone now waved away with the wagging of Peter's tail.

"What was your friend's name?"

Peter laughed, "You're not going to believe this but in the eighteen months that I knew her she never told me her name. I saw her for the first time at a party, she was wearing a dress exactly like yours and I called her Sonja."

It was my turn to laugh, "Why did you call her Sonja?"

"Because of her long red hair and muscles...she made me think of Red Sonja from the film...and because I called her Sonja, she refused to tell me her real name."

Gavin was moving his forearm away from my body, his hand was still on my breast and because he was moving his forearm he was loosening the belt holding the front of my dressing gown closed.

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Gavin took a sip from our shared glass of sparkling before he said, "So when you saw Sarah...dressed the way she was...you must have got turned on Peter!"

"I did, I really did, it took me ages to be able to stand up to call Sarah down to get her award because I had such a big erection."

"Perhaps you should show Sarah just how big she made you!" Gavin chose that moment to pull the knot holding my robe closed and the robe finally fell open revealing my naked body.

That was enough hinting for Peter, he pulled the knot in his tie open and stood up. Gavin pushed me towards Peter so I rolled off the bed and walked over to Peter totally nude and kissed him. I helped him to undress and then guided him onto the bed next to Gavin.

Peter buried his bone in my cunt and he gasped, "God, you're tighter than I would have imagined from a girl who dressed like you did in public."

Peter could only manage fifteen minutes before he spilled his seed into my womb and he blamed his lack of staying power on the tightness of my vagina. I didn't mind the speed that he finished off in me because he'd managed to give me my first ever orgasm from a cock in my pussy.

Gavin had been watching Peter fucking me closely and he had indeed got the strength back in his loins from watching me getting fucked and as soon as Peter got enough breath back to roll off of me, Gavin took his place.

"Oh...now that's better Sarah, you feel a lot looser now than you did when I took your virginity."

Gavin fucked me for close to an hour before he had his second orgasm of the evening. We had another drink and made small talk, all three of us still totally naked sitting on the bed. After around fifteen minutes I asked Peter if he wanted another go around and we started fucking all over again. We screwed all night long, had a drink and fifteen minute chat between each rotation. I mixed things up a little by sucking Gavin's cock while Peter fucked me doggy style and when Gavin took his next turn fucking me I sucked Peter's cock.

We actually went to sleep at six o'clock in the morning and got a wake-up call at eight o'clock to go down to breakfast. I asked Gavin if I could wear the dress shirt he'd worn the evening, "I can't go down to breakfast in that dress, totally inaptopriate for the Grand Hotel's breakfast buffet."

Peter laughed, "My friend Sonja wouldn't have bothered what other people thought, she'd have been happy to go to breakfast anywhere in her dress like yours."

I borrowed a pair of Gavin's boxer shorts as well as his worn dress shirt, I also pulled the leather belt out of the loops in his tuxedo's trousers to wear around my waist to pull his baggy shirt in above my hips.

We were making small talk over breakfast, I'd got a few off colour looks from a few of the other guests because of the way I was dressed, mainly the elderly ladies...the men all loved seeing the vast expance of thigh I was flashing under Gavin's dress shirt.

"So Pete, cast your mind back...twenty years was it? Between your old girlfriend Sonja and me...who was the better sex partner?"

Peter looked from me to Gavin, "That's a trick question...Sonja was great, she'd had a lot of sexual partners, far more than I'd had at that age and she taught me a lot but you were far tighter so the feeling when I was fucking you was better."

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Gavin butted in at that point, "She's only so tight because I'd taken her virginity ten minutes before you came into my bedroom last night!"

Peter looked shocked, "No way, there is no way that Sarah was a virgin last night."

Gavin just nodded his head, "After breakfast I can show you the towel that she put under her bum when I took her cherry, it's still on the floor of the bathroom."

"So Peter, now that you know that, which of us, me or Sonja, were best?"

"Oh you...definitely you and if last night was really your first foray into sex, you are going to be one of the world's greatest lovers of all time.

I smiled, "Thanks, I'll tell my mother that."

"your mother, why tell your mother?"

I opened my handbag and took my mobile phone out of my bag, I flicked through my photos in the memory, selected a photograph of my mother wearing the dress that I'd worn last night, she was at one of my uncles birthday parties, the sexy see-through dress came out two or three times a year...every year. I turned the phone to Peter, "This is my mother!"

"Fucking hell...that's my Sonja!"

"Fucking hell...that's my mother...Victoria."

"What happened to her?"

"She got pregnant about half way through her university course...so she had to drop out. When my father got home from his posting on HMS Vengeance, they got married and my father started working on his family's farm."

"How long had your father been at sea?"

"You got it right last night, the Vengeance was a ship that went on eighteen month long tours, so my dad had been away from England for a year before I was conceived!"

Peter suddenly turned bright red, "Well, unless your mother was having sex with others while we were together, I could be your father."

"My mother said that she only ever had sex with one man at university but she said it was a guy called Ben Sherman."

"She called me that because I wore Ben Sherman shirts all the time. Does your father know?"

"My dad was really happy that my mother had fallen pregnant by another man, they're actually first cousins, it's very common for first cousins to marry in our family but the kids usually end up with webbed toes or extra fingers...that kind of thing."

"But if you're my daughter...then what we did last night was...illegal!"

"Neither of us knew that we were closely related and I'm not going to report it to the police...are you?"

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