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“Right gentleman what has been paid for by your generous boss is, the buffet, free bar plus how shall we put it, under-clothed female companionship. I am afraid sex isn’t included, though our girls are pretty liberal minded generous gals, so if you are nice to them, they are quite likely to be willing to be very friendly. The Coach House is very comfortable, if you get lucky . You will not need to pay a penny whilst in the Cock Inn but if you should decide to stay the night bed, board and bonking will be an extra two-fifty with whichever tart you can persuade.”
Jack looked at the coach load with a little concern, as he had expected an all male party but there were three women amongst them. One of those was not a concern, as she was with the chairman and equally clearly had been paid to come along. A good-looking girl and Jack could see a lot of her, she would fit in just fine. It was the other two, who sitting at the front who were looking nervous. Jack might run the entire village as a brothel, but non-consensual sex was not a service they offered. So he went over to them to check out the situation.
“Look you two appear to be caught by surprise, at the nature of tonight’s do.”
“Eh yes, we were told by our boss that we would stay the night at a hotel and then go to a private party where we could all let our hair down.”
“Not actually a lie, but a bit short on vital detail. Hair is not the only thing that is going to be let down tonight. All the women from the village are being paid to be there and expect to strip. They are natural tarts, who enjoy that sort of thing. Your colleagues will not have much trouble getting their end away, if the put effort into seduction. It looks like your boss has his own solution, unless that women he is pawing works for you.
“Not that I know of.” Keith Tromp, the chairman, had his hand down the women’s top fondling her tits to the encouragement of his lads.
“This is a bit awkward I am not sure I have the nerve for this.” Said Mercedes known as Misty.
“Fine stay in the public bar and we will make sure you get all that has been paid for. I will even ask Bess to bring the food to you, so there is need to go out the back. Our regulars know what is going on by the way, some of the girls are there other halfs”
“Thank you. If I have enough to drink, I may go and join in but not sober.”
“Angie” said Misty rather alarmed.
“Well it would be an adventure, so as long as I am not forced to do anything, then fine.”
“Oh, believe me you won’t. The contract your boss signed is quite innocuous unless we are uncooperative. I take a dim view of tricking women into sex and we have a qualified solicitor present, though you might not realise it since she will be starkers if I know our Liz.”
At the front door they were met by the landlady of the Cock Inn wearing a sparkly top, mini skirt and boots that were so tall they disappeared under that very small skirt. Her appearance got a wolf whistle.
“You can have a drink here or go straight through to the Coach House. Jill will show the way.”
Jill was dressed the same way as the landlady, Bess. they matched in every way including an impressive rack. Not surprising really they were mother and daughter.
“Cor I wouldn’t mind seeing those.” Andy from accounts said, eyeing their tits.
“Part of the deal.” Both women undid the halter straps, and their tops dropped away revealing two lovely pairs of tits.
Jill led them out the back, to the former coach house that had been turned into an events venue with a difference. Around the edge were a large number of wide leather couches that you could be very comfortable having sex on. A side room had a bar and buffet and in the centre was a dance floor. The connecting wings had bedrooms.
Of course, they all wanted free drink and were delighted to find it served my naked wenches all wearing very high boots and little white aprons but nothing else. Jill, the only one with anything further on removed her skirt, grabbed an ice bucket containing a magnum of champagne and led the chairman and his tart a bench where he could get a good view of proceedings.
In the main hall were a number of women all dressed in a fashion to show off their assets to best effect. Not all were young, but they were willing and able. For some, sex beat booze and they went over to dance with the girls who were quite amenable to being touched up and stripped. Andy who had wanted to see Bess and Jill’s tits got to see the latter’s really close up as she danced close to him and occasionally brushed his chest with her nipples.
Another of the naked girls was being screwed against the wall by one of the young bucks cheered on by his mates. When he had finished another took over but before another tried, she insisted they lie down. After the fourth she turned over and presented her bum as her cunt was sore, they kept up the gang bang until the attractions of food and booze became more interesting.
Angie and Mercedes had taken Jack’s advice and stayed in the public bar that only had one table of men sitting. Jack asked them what they wanted to drink and they asked for white wine. They were given a nicely cooled bottle of Chablis.
“Better than what they are getting back there, as your boss only paid for the good stuff for himself. Considering how he has behaved you can have it as well at his expense. The buffet though is very nice, as we can do quality nearly as cheaply as tat.”
Kev, one of the mouthiest of the execs, came back to find them. His shirt was mostly open to show a hairless chest. For all his blather he barely looked old enough to be at work.
“Come on you two come and get your kit off like the rest of the talent.”
“I would say screw you Kev, but that’s the point, you haven’t got a chance anyway the eye candy is out here.”
The table of local men laughed, because they knew full well that Angie meant Jack. Tall, muscular and still keeping fit after he left the forces, he was most girls idea of a nice body. That he was also a perfect gentleman despite his new profession helped. Now if he invited her to take her clothes off somewhere private Angie would oblige stone cold sober.
Mercedes was sipping her wine and keeping quiet. Unlike the brash girl from Hoxton, she didn’t manage to give as good as got. To be honest she didn’t like the company or its lads culture but it paid well. Mistie wished she could find something else though. Oh, to live in a place like this, countryside and a pleasant country pub though admittedly this was a bit weird, Misty wondered what the table of drinkers thought.
Kev looked at the imposing man watching silently and took Angie’s suggestion that he bugger off and they were left in peace. Bess came back tying her top back up.
“I have whipped some of the plates from the kitchen for you. You must think we are a weird bunch here.”
“A bit, thanks for the food it looks lovely.”
“Do I gather that these two young ladies did not have the nature of the party explained to them, that’s a trifle naughty.” Asked one of the table of men.
“That’s about the size of it.” Replied Bess.
“First time I have been called a lady and a while since I was young.”
“From where I am sitting you are. If you like we will explain.” The two women went over to sit with them and found out about Lesser Plumpton and its unique cottage industry – prostitution, but prostitution with a difference. Whilst Jack ran everything it was for the benefit of the girls and yes men. Very wealthy from a large inheritance Jack was bored and the whole thing had developed. What started off as him rescuing to street girls from their pimp ended up with the entire village involved. The latest expansion was the renovation of the Old Coach House into an events venue, that is vents with added sex.
Talking of added sex, back in the Coach House things were going well. What little in the way of clothes any of the women had on were long since redundant and most were dancing naked with the clients. Strictly speaking this was the extent of what they had been paid for but very well paid. This in mind if they liked a guy, they were easily persuadable and around the couches various couples and other combination were screwing.
Tricia the supposedly demure housewife who got off on being naughty was being double done whilst giving a third bloke a blow job. Liz the solicitor was being taken up the arse doggy style. Jill having ensured that all the food and drink was available was being taken by a huge rugby type standing up. The bloke had picked her up lowered her on top his cock and was bouncing her there using his strength. The only assistance he had was a wall to help him keep his balance.
Back in the bar, Angie was listening intently to what she was told about life in Little Plumpton. On first seeing the place she thought it idyllic having been brought up in London she had a hankering for the countryside. Ever practical she couldn’t see how it could be made to work until now.
“Two questions. Could I get some work as a tart and secondly how much does it cost to live here?”
“Angie!” said a startled Misty though she too had been thinking how lovely this place would be as a home.
“Both of you could easily get work. Jack has to refuse clients. Secondly this place is incredibly cheap, particularly compared with London. It was dying as a village as it is cut off from the outside world with one road in and out. You two are nice both to look at and as people so would be popular as neighbours. Though I will warn you, that the chances are. that our tarts of wife’s will corrupt you in so many amusing ways.”
Misty was a bit alarmed and being included as she had no intention of becoming a whore. Well maybe she could do it a bit to make life more comfortable Apparently the girls would get an extra two fifty if any of the men wanted to stay the night.
“Whilst I would love to live here but I am not that kind of girl.”
“Apparently I am. But I reckon this place is clean compared with that cesspit of sexism where we work. They didn’t care a fuck about our reaction tonight. Seriously do you think I could do it?”
“If your serious, then yes. To be honest clients or not I am pissed with this lot for how they have behaved towards the pair of you.”
Misty was thinking rapidly, the temptation to really piss of their beloved chairman was strong and she had always wanted to live in the countryside. Then Angie asked about how much they could earn. The answer was an awful lot.
“Look we mostly cater to businessmen who put it down as a cost of the deal. It varies how often we do it and yes that includes me on occasions, if it keeps our clients sweet. One dissolute old girl makes it a condition of the booking. Actually, whilst not most people’s idea of attractive she is great in bed but I would never tell her that it would spoil the fun.”
“So, you do have fun?”
“Not all the time but which job does, we get more than most and not one of us has pulled out, if anything we care getting collectively naughtier and all of us are friends. If you want to Angie, we can find you somewhere to live as Jack will sell or rent you somewhere and you can stay here whilst it sorted out.”
“You really want me?”
“Another volunteer is always useful we get a lot of business.”
“Sure you’re not tempted to join me Misty?”
“Living in this place sounds wonderful but I don’t think I could go on the game. You don’t know of any more normal jobs. I am good at event management.”
At this point one of the senior marketing men practically dragged them back to the coach house. Misty was not amused and thought again that she really hated working for this bunch of arseholes. The sight that met her was all the women were naked or nearly so dancing or fucking. Angie was drawn into the party and soon started to lose her clothes as well.
The big boss had his tart naked on his lap bouncing away on his cock with another girl kissing her tits. Elsewhere Ronald the older guy from accounts was delighted to have a tiny blond with huge tits sitting on his lap. Angie had lost her dress and threw it to Misty for safe keeping. It was at this point that Misty retreated to the bar before anyone tried removing her clothes.
Back in the bar she found Jack to whom she explained that she liked the place but didn’t feel ready to go as far as the rest. Also enquired if he need help in events marketing. To be honest Jack didn’t think it was the case but considered it worth a try. In any case he knew how the culture of the village had this tendency to corrupt people. Whilst some of the girls leapt in with both boobs other were not so sure but came around to it like Tanya their post woman who would occasionally supplement her income along with her friends.
At the end of the evening a number of the girls earned their supplement for overnight including Angie who intended to start as she went on. Misty spent the night with her new friends in the bar one of them Martin had been joined by his wife Penny and she had their spare room. This arrangement got extended as neither her nor Angie went back to London permanently. Both of them took great pleasure in telling the boss where he could stick his job.
Angie officially worked as a bar maid and lived at the pub. Misty was right that her skills were needed and she had quite a lot to do working away in the office that had been created in the Coach House, all of it perfectly respectable.
What was weird was the tendency for semi-naked women to wander past, Jill would bring her a cuppa, whilst topless. Trixie enjoyed wearing as little as possible and even Bess didn’t bother to get dressed until near opening time. Angie was living in the pub and was equally casual, in fact they all were.
It started to rub off Misty who until then had always worn a bra did so less and less, sometimes she would just throw on a dress and nothing else. Also, she was now cool about kissing and hugging with both sexes. Then the heat wave happened, the temperature shot up well into the thirties centigrade which combined with England’s humidity was unpleasant.
“If this was the Syrian desert, I would be comfortable with another five degrees bur dear little old Blighty is so bloody sticky. Trixie my love I think I might be in love with you because of the water garden.” Said Jack, summing up the general opinion.
They all felt the same about Trixie’s clever idea to build a swimming pool area next to The Bull, decorated to look like a Moorish water garden. Apart from the free form pool , there were fountain and a waterfall plus a couple of Jacuzzis. Jack and Bess had told everyone in the village they were free to use it. This being Lesser Plumpton none wore swimming costumes and now nobody included Misty. It was too blooming hot to wear a stitch if nobody cared.
Being able to cool off they all felt comfortable and randy. One afternoon Peter and Jill were lying on a mattress with their legs trailing in the water drinking chilled cider. Misty was wandering back to the office enjoying the breeze on her naked body. Another of Misty’s cunning ideas was large electric fans playing across the water sending cooling breezes.
“Come on Misty you can stop working and join us neither Mum or Jack are slave drivers. “Misty shrugged it was true what she had to do was neither urgent nor had she an overwhelming work load.
“OK, can I have some of that cider.” It was that wonderfully sweet and fruity cidre doux from Brittany, sweet, very quaffable and really quite lethal. Something that tastes like apple juice but contains 5.5 percent alcohol is very dangerously misleading. Mercedes knew what is was like but didn’t care and knowingly allowed herself to get quite tipsy.
Peter was no longer the very shy young man he had been when this all started and was cuddling up to his girlfriend whilst very aware and of the girl on the other side? One hand was already fondling Jill’s breast and the other snaked towards Misty’s, just holding back from actually touching it. Misty reacted by snuggling closer to him, so he took that as an invitation started to massage her tit as well. Mercedes showed no sign of objecting
“You know, I think I am about to lose my reputation as the villages token good girl.”
“You don’t sound that bothered.”
“It seems increasingly silly; I wasn’t a virgin when I came here, I just didn’t want to go as far as the rest of you. I am still not sure but on the other hand I do know that I want to play with all these lovely men. They are all so very willing.”
“What about us girls.”
“I am still a bit nervous about that, but I think so, certainly in a threesome, half cut on a summers afternoon.”
With this invitation the pair of them went to work on Misty and with the additional bravery of the alcohol she allowed herself to kiss another woman. Any diffidence soon evaporated because she was very turned on and Jill was a very good kisser. In fact she was soon lying on top of her new lover snogging as if her life depended on it with her bum sticking on the air. Peter was not going to miss the is opportunity he fondled her hole to see if it was wet. It most certainly was and so he entered her.
As time went on others came to the pool area, some went swimming, some were screwing most did both. The three of them ignored what others were doing only interested in each other. In the end they only stopped when they were hungry and went inside for a meal before going off to bed as a threesome.
Over the coming weeks Misty tried everything that Lesser Plumpton had to offer in the way of sexual experience including taking some paying jobs as a hooker. Joining in the orgies became the norm for her. Inevitably she had her breasts enlarged like the rest of the women. What didn’t change was her relationship with Peter and Jill., from that afternoon onwards the three of them were an item and happily share a little apartment at The Bull. As Jack had predicted Lesser Plumpton had acquired its latest tart.
Jack looked at the coach load with a little concern, as he had expected an all male party but there were three women amongst them. One of those was not a concern, as she was with the chairman and equally clearly had been paid to come along. A good-looking girl and Jack could see a lot of her, she would fit in just fine. It was the other two, who sitting at the front who were looking nervous. Jack might run the entire village as a brothel, but non-consensual sex was not a service they offered. So he went over to them to check out the situation.
“Look you two appear to be caught by surprise, at the nature of tonight’s do.”
“Eh yes, we were told by our boss that we would stay the night at a hotel and then go to a private party where we could all let our hair down.”
“Not actually a lie, but a bit short on vital detail. Hair is not the only thing that is going to be let down tonight. All the women from the village are being paid to be there and expect to strip. They are natural tarts, who enjoy that sort of thing. Your colleagues will not have much trouble getting their end away, if the put effort into seduction. It looks like your boss has his own solution, unless that women he is pawing works for you.
“Not that I know of.” Keith Tromp, the chairman, had his hand down the women’s top fondling her tits to the encouragement of his lads.
“This is a bit awkward I am not sure I have the nerve for this.” Said Mercedes known as Misty.
“Fine stay in the public bar and we will make sure you get all that has been paid for. I will even ask Bess to bring the food to you, so there is need to go out the back. Our regulars know what is going on by the way, some of the girls are there other halfs”
“Thank you. If I have enough to drink, I may go and join in but not sober.”
“Angie” said Misty rather alarmed.
“Well it would be an adventure, so as long as I am not forced to do anything, then fine.”
“Oh, believe me you won’t. The contract your boss signed is quite innocuous unless we are uncooperative. I take a dim view of tricking women into sex and we have a qualified solicitor present, though you might not realise it since she will be starkers if I know our Liz.”
At the front door they were met by the landlady of the Cock Inn wearing a sparkly top, mini skirt and boots that were so tall they disappeared under that very small skirt. Her appearance got a wolf whistle.
“You can have a drink here or go straight through to the Coach House. Jill will show the way.”
Jill was dressed the same way as the landlady, Bess. they matched in every way including an impressive rack. Not surprising really they were mother and daughter.
“Cor I wouldn’t mind seeing those.” Andy from accounts said, eyeing their tits.
“Part of the deal.” Both women undid the halter straps, and their tops dropped away revealing two lovely pairs of tits.
Jill led them out the back, to the former coach house that had been turned into an events venue with a difference. Around the edge were a large number of wide leather couches that you could be very comfortable having sex on. A side room had a bar and buffet and in the centre was a dance floor. The connecting wings had bedrooms.
Of course, they all wanted free drink and were delighted to find it served my naked wenches all wearing very high boots and little white aprons but nothing else. Jill, the only one with anything further on removed her skirt, grabbed an ice bucket containing a magnum of champagne and led the chairman and his tart a bench where he could get a good view of proceedings.
In the main hall were a number of women all dressed in a fashion to show off their assets to best effect. Not all were young, but they were willing and able. For some, sex beat booze and they went over to dance with the girls who were quite amenable to being touched up and stripped. Andy who had wanted to see Bess and Jill’s tits got to see the latter’s really close up as she danced close to him and occasionally brushed his chest with her nipples.
Another of the naked girls was being screwed against the wall by one of the young bucks cheered on by his mates. When he had finished another took over but before another tried, she insisted they lie down. After the fourth she turned over and presented her bum as her cunt was sore, they kept up the gang bang until the attractions of food and booze became more interesting.
Angie and Mercedes had taken Jack’s advice and stayed in the public bar that only had one table of men sitting. Jack asked them what they wanted to drink and they asked for white wine. They were given a nicely cooled bottle of Chablis.
“Better than what they are getting back there, as your boss only paid for the good stuff for himself. Considering how he has behaved you can have it as well at his expense. The buffet though is very nice, as we can do quality nearly as cheaply as tat.”
Kev, one of the mouthiest of the execs, came back to find them. His shirt was mostly open to show a hairless chest. For all his blather he barely looked old enough to be at work.
“Come on you two come and get your kit off like the rest of the talent.”
“I would say screw you Kev, but that’s the point, you haven’t got a chance anyway the eye candy is out here.”
The table of local men laughed, because they knew full well that Angie meant Jack. Tall, muscular and still keeping fit after he left the forces, he was most girls idea of a nice body. That he was also a perfect gentleman despite his new profession helped. Now if he invited her to take her clothes off somewhere private Angie would oblige stone cold sober.
Mercedes was sipping her wine and keeping quiet. Unlike the brash girl from Hoxton, she didn’t manage to give as good as got. To be honest she didn’t like the company or its lads culture but it paid well. Mistie wished she could find something else though. Oh, to live in a place like this, countryside and a pleasant country pub though admittedly this was a bit weird, Misty wondered what the table of drinkers thought.
Kev looked at the imposing man watching silently and took Angie’s suggestion that he bugger off and they were left in peace. Bess came back tying her top back up.
“I have whipped some of the plates from the kitchen for you. You must think we are a weird bunch here.”
“A bit, thanks for the food it looks lovely.”
“Do I gather that these two young ladies did not have the nature of the party explained to them, that’s a trifle naughty.” Asked one of the table of men.
“That’s about the size of it.” Replied Bess.
“First time I have been called a lady and a while since I was young.”
“From where I am sitting you are. If you like we will explain.” The two women went over to sit with them and found out about Lesser Plumpton and its unique cottage industry – prostitution, but prostitution with a difference. Whilst Jack ran everything it was for the benefit of the girls and yes men. Very wealthy from a large inheritance Jack was bored and the whole thing had developed. What started off as him rescuing to street girls from their pimp ended up with the entire village involved. The latest expansion was the renovation of the Old Coach House into an events venue, that is vents with added sex.
Talking of added sex, back in the Coach House things were going well. What little in the way of clothes any of the women had on were long since redundant and most were dancing naked with the clients. Strictly speaking this was the extent of what they had been paid for but very well paid. This in mind if they liked a guy, they were easily persuadable and around the couches various couples and other combination were screwing.
Tricia the supposedly demure housewife who got off on being naughty was being double done whilst giving a third bloke a blow job. Liz the solicitor was being taken up the arse doggy style. Jill having ensured that all the food and drink was available was being taken by a huge rugby type standing up. The bloke had picked her up lowered her on top his cock and was bouncing her there using his strength. The only assistance he had was a wall to help him keep his balance.
Back in the bar, Angie was listening intently to what she was told about life in Little Plumpton. On first seeing the place she thought it idyllic having been brought up in London she had a hankering for the countryside. Ever practical she couldn’t see how it could be made to work until now.
“Two questions. Could I get some work as a tart and secondly how much does it cost to live here?”
“Angie!” said a startled Misty though she too had been thinking how lovely this place would be as a home.
“Both of you could easily get work. Jack has to refuse clients. Secondly this place is incredibly cheap, particularly compared with London. It was dying as a village as it is cut off from the outside world with one road in and out. You two are nice both to look at and as people so would be popular as neighbours. Though I will warn you, that the chances are. that our tarts of wife’s will corrupt you in so many amusing ways.”
Misty was a bit alarmed and being included as she had no intention of becoming a whore. Well maybe she could do it a bit to make life more comfortable Apparently the girls would get an extra two fifty if any of the men wanted to stay the night.
“Whilst I would love to live here but I am not that kind of girl.”
“Apparently I am. But I reckon this place is clean compared with that cesspit of sexism where we work. They didn’t care a fuck about our reaction tonight. Seriously do you think I could do it?”
“If your serious, then yes. To be honest clients or not I am pissed with this lot for how they have behaved towards the pair of you.”
Misty was thinking rapidly, the temptation to really piss of their beloved chairman was strong and she had always wanted to live in the countryside. Then Angie asked about how much they could earn. The answer was an awful lot.
“Look we mostly cater to businessmen who put it down as a cost of the deal. It varies how often we do it and yes that includes me on occasions, if it keeps our clients sweet. One dissolute old girl makes it a condition of the booking. Actually, whilst not most people’s idea of attractive she is great in bed but I would never tell her that it would spoil the fun.”
“So, you do have fun?”
“Not all the time but which job does, we get more than most and not one of us has pulled out, if anything we care getting collectively naughtier and all of us are friends. If you want to Angie, we can find you somewhere to live as Jack will sell or rent you somewhere and you can stay here whilst it sorted out.”
“You really want me?”
“Another volunteer is always useful we get a lot of business.”
“Sure you’re not tempted to join me Misty?”
“Living in this place sounds wonderful but I don’t think I could go on the game. You don’t know of any more normal jobs. I am good at event management.”
At this point one of the senior marketing men practically dragged them back to the coach house. Misty was not amused and thought again that she really hated working for this bunch of arseholes. The sight that met her was all the women were naked or nearly so dancing or fucking. Angie was drawn into the party and soon started to lose her clothes as well.
The big boss had his tart naked on his lap bouncing away on his cock with another girl kissing her tits. Elsewhere Ronald the older guy from accounts was delighted to have a tiny blond with huge tits sitting on his lap. Angie had lost her dress and threw it to Misty for safe keeping. It was at this point that Misty retreated to the bar before anyone tried removing her clothes.
Back in the bar she found Jack to whom she explained that she liked the place but didn’t feel ready to go as far as the rest. Also enquired if he need help in events marketing. To be honest Jack didn’t think it was the case but considered it worth a try. In any case he knew how the culture of the village had this tendency to corrupt people. Whilst some of the girls leapt in with both boobs other were not so sure but came around to it like Tanya their post woman who would occasionally supplement her income along with her friends.
At the end of the evening a number of the girls earned their supplement for overnight including Angie who intended to start as she went on. Misty spent the night with her new friends in the bar one of them Martin had been joined by his wife Penny and she had their spare room. This arrangement got extended as neither her nor Angie went back to London permanently. Both of them took great pleasure in telling the boss where he could stick his job.
Angie officially worked as a bar maid and lived at the pub. Misty was right that her skills were needed and she had quite a lot to do working away in the office that had been created in the Coach House, all of it perfectly respectable.
What was weird was the tendency for semi-naked women to wander past, Jill would bring her a cuppa, whilst topless. Trixie enjoyed wearing as little as possible and even Bess didn’t bother to get dressed until near opening time. Angie was living in the pub and was equally casual, in fact they all were.
It started to rub off Misty who until then had always worn a bra did so less and less, sometimes she would just throw on a dress and nothing else. Also, she was now cool about kissing and hugging with both sexes. Then the heat wave happened, the temperature shot up well into the thirties centigrade which combined with England’s humidity was unpleasant.
“If this was the Syrian desert, I would be comfortable with another five degrees bur dear little old Blighty is so bloody sticky. Trixie my love I think I might be in love with you because of the water garden.” Said Jack, summing up the general opinion.
They all felt the same about Trixie’s clever idea to build a swimming pool area next to The Bull, decorated to look like a Moorish water garden. Apart from the free form pool , there were fountain and a waterfall plus a couple of Jacuzzis. Jack and Bess had told everyone in the village they were free to use it. This being Lesser Plumpton none wore swimming costumes and now nobody included Misty. It was too blooming hot to wear a stitch if nobody cared.
Being able to cool off they all felt comfortable and randy. One afternoon Peter and Jill were lying on a mattress with their legs trailing in the water drinking chilled cider. Misty was wandering back to the office enjoying the breeze on her naked body. Another of Misty’s cunning ideas was large electric fans playing across the water sending cooling breezes.
“Come on Misty you can stop working and join us neither Mum or Jack are slave drivers. “Misty shrugged it was true what she had to do was neither urgent nor had she an overwhelming work load.
“OK, can I have some of that cider.” It was that wonderfully sweet and fruity cidre doux from Brittany, sweet, very quaffable and really quite lethal. Something that tastes like apple juice but contains 5.5 percent alcohol is very dangerously misleading. Mercedes knew what is was like but didn’t care and knowingly allowed herself to get quite tipsy.
Peter was no longer the very shy young man he had been when this all started and was cuddling up to his girlfriend whilst very aware and of the girl on the other side? One hand was already fondling Jill’s breast and the other snaked towards Misty’s, just holding back from actually touching it. Misty reacted by snuggling closer to him, so he took that as an invitation started to massage her tit as well. Mercedes showed no sign of objecting
“You know, I think I am about to lose my reputation as the villages token good girl.”
“You don’t sound that bothered.”
“It seems increasingly silly; I wasn’t a virgin when I came here, I just didn’t want to go as far as the rest of you. I am still not sure but on the other hand I do know that I want to play with all these lovely men. They are all so very willing.”
“What about us girls.”
“I am still a bit nervous about that, but I think so, certainly in a threesome, half cut on a summers afternoon.”
With this invitation the pair of them went to work on Misty and with the additional bravery of the alcohol she allowed herself to kiss another woman. Any diffidence soon evaporated because she was very turned on and Jill was a very good kisser. In fact she was soon lying on top of her new lover snogging as if her life depended on it with her bum sticking on the air. Peter was not going to miss the is opportunity he fondled her hole to see if it was wet. It most certainly was and so he entered her.
As time went on others came to the pool area, some went swimming, some were screwing most did both. The three of them ignored what others were doing only interested in each other. In the end they only stopped when they were hungry and went inside for a meal before going off to bed as a threesome.
Over the coming weeks Misty tried everything that Lesser Plumpton had to offer in the way of sexual experience including taking some paying jobs as a hooker. Joining in the orgies became the norm for her. Inevitably she had her breasts enlarged like the rest of the women. What didn’t change was her relationship with Peter and Jill., from that afternoon onwards the three of them were an item and happily share a little apartment at The Bull. As Jack had predicted Lesser Plumpton had acquired its latest tart.
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