The Village That Fucked

"Scary?" Liz suggested. "Yeah, Jim and I thought that at first. Now, we go whenever we can."

Mike looked a Liz and Jim, sitting close together; the epitome of young love. Then he looked at Jess who was looking at him expectantly.

"Give it a whirl. What's the worst that could happen?"

'Being exposed as an inexperienced virgin in front of the whole village,' Mike thought but didn't say. On the other hand, if he wanted to stop being an inexperienced virgin...

"I suppose I could give it a try."

"If you are up for this, even if it is just to 'give it a try'," Mrs Patterson took charge again," then there are two important rules. Firstly, and obviously, what happens on party nights stays on party nights. And I don't just mean that you keep schtum about what goes on. I mean it's a small village and everyone knows everyone else. Supposing you're in the pub or the corner shop or walking the dog on the village green and you bump into someone you were banging the arse off only the previous night? Well, it didn't happen, that was two other completely different people. It has to be that way and it has to remain that way. Understood?"

"Of course."

"The other rule is that, if you want to join, then you have to open your mind to the idea of doing things that, previously, you might not have wanted to. Of course, no one will be forced into anything and 'no' will always mean 'no' but, within the club, we like to think that, as long as it's consenting adults and no one is getting hurt then anything goes."

"Anything goes? What, like Kinky stuff? What sort of anything do you mean?"

"What's it you kids say? No spoilers. A large part of the fun is the surprise element, not knowing what comes next so mostly you'll have to wait and see. However, here's an example to help you make your mind up. Clive and Jess are both in the club. Simply because of the way things happen there are going to be times when they end up as a couple. Father and daughter having sex together; does that bother you?"

Mike's immediate reaction was 'yes, it bothers me a lot' but, before he could blurt this out, Mrs Patterson's words made him stop and think for a moment. A large part of his negative reaction to incest came from horrific stories of child abuse, of creepy uncles forcing themselves on underage girls; the sort of thing that fuelled the tabloid press. This was nothing like that; Mrs Patterson had emphasised that everything was between consenting adults and Jess seemed... Well, the easy way to find out was to ask her.

"You're cool with this? You don't mind your dad touching you?"

"Oh, I'm totally cool. Dad gives the best oral. I love having his tongue on my clit!"

Mike gawped at her.

"Seriously, don't knock it until you've tried it. Obviously it was a bit strange at first but, once we got past that, on club nights, we're not father and daughter, we're just club members."

"I guess that makes a kind of sense," Mike conceded.

"So what we're saying," Mrs Patterson continued, "is that rule two is 'don't say no unless you really mean it'. You might just find out some surprising things about yourself. There are things you thought you'd never do which turn out to be what turns you on the most. Now, has all this put you off or would you still like to join us?"

"Oh, please say yes," Jess urged.

"With an offer like that how can I refuse. I'd love to join."

"Splendid. In which case the next step is to make an appointment with Dr Archer. Why don't you do that now. You should still get an appointment for tomorrow morning's surgery."

"Dr Archer? Whatever for?"

"Because we take sexual hygiene very seriously. Regular check-ups are part and parcel of club membership. As long as we know everyone is squeaky clean we can be a lot more relaxed about things like unprotected sex."

"But what do I say to her."

"Just say you've come for a check-up. I'll tip her the wink as to why you're there."

"Does that mean that Dr Archer is in the know?"

"What's the first rule about party nights?" Mrs Patterson admonished.

The very next morning Mike was standing in Dr Archer's consulting room with his trousers around his ankles. She was sat in front of him, leaning forward and undertaking a thorough examination of his genitals. She was, of course, completely professional about what she was doing but that didn't stop Mike from wondering. Mrs Patterson had implied that Dr Archer was in the know about the club and that, in turn, all but implied she was a member. And, while he was still a little hazy about exactly what went on at club nights, if she was a member then, surely, there was a very real possibility that they would end up having sex together. That was the point, wasn't it? Now he understood what Mrs Patterson had meant about what happens on party nights stays on party nights. It's hard to stay matter of fact when you're wondering what it would be like to fuck the woman who is currently examining your penis.

But that didn't stop him looking at Dr Archer in a different light. In the seven years since she had taken over the local practice he had never had need of her professional services and, although they both lived in St Marys, their paths had seldom crossed. Sure, he had seen her along with her young family at events like the November 5th bonfire or the midsummer fête but he had never had reason to speak to her up until that point. Now he couldn't help but speculate as to what she would look like underneath her white coat and professional manner.

"There, that's all done. You can get dressed again," Dr Archer said as she packed up the various swabs for analysis. "It will take a couple of days for the results to come back and, as soon as they do, I'll let you know the outcome. Now, you're not to be shy about this. I know what you students are like. After all, I was in medical school myself not that long ago. If you have sex with anyone outside of the village then you come and see me and we'll redo the tests. It only takes a minute and I promise I won't judge. And don't go thinking you can get away with keeping quiet. We had one bright spark who was too shy to come and see me and, before you could say 'it was only once' we ended up with chlamydia half way around St Marys. That young lady was not Miss Popular around here as I'm sure you'll understand."

"I bet she wasn't."

"And one final point; your medical records are, of course, completely confidential but, in this case, I'm going to ask for permission to tell Emily Patterson that you've been to see me and, in broad terms only, the outcome of this visit. Is that OK?"

"That's fine. Completely fine."

"Excellent. Well, that's everything unless you have any questions. No? I'll ask Mrs Santoz to phone you as soon as the results are back. Bye."

For the next few days Mike couldn't help but speculate over everyone he met. He knew for sure that the Pattersons, Jim Boyd and Lisa Fordham were all in the club. He was also reasonably sure that Dr Archer, along with her husband Ben, would be members. The exciting question was who else? The housewives he met in the corner shop, the bar staff in the local, the mums waiting at the school gates: all of these were potential sex partners. He went down to the pub to cheer on the local darts team and bumped into Jon and Jan Rigby; the couple who lived in the cottage a few doors down from where he lived. Jon was a truck driver and Jan a stay-at-home mother of three small children. As they chatted he couldn't help but wonder if they were members and, if so, what they would look like naked. Also there was Jason Hargreaves, the young and trendy vicar trying hard to breathe new life into the ever declining local church. Was he a sinner as well as a saint?

Meanwhile the weather had changed and, while there was still plenty of gardening work to do, Jess and Mrs Patterson were no longer to be seen relaxing by the pool. In fact Mrs Patterson was cool, almost formal, when she gave him his instructions for the day and Jess seemed to have vanished off the face of the earth.

But that all changed three days later. Mike was busy working away when his mobile went.

"Mr Higgins? This is Mrs Santoz, the receptionist from Dr Archer's surgery. Doctor has asked me to tell you that the results are back and they're all clear."

"Excellent! Thank you Mrs Santoz."

That evening, as he went to collect his wages, it was Jess, not Mrs Patterson, who was waiting for him in the kitchen.

"I do hope you have a nice set of pyjamas," she said as she handed him the envelope containing the money.

"Pyjamas?"

"Because you are going to be my escort at Saturday night's party."

"But why do I need pyjamas?"

"Because that's the dress code, dummy. Well, for the men, anyway. We girls like to be a bit more creative. Are you still up for it?"

"Yes please."

"Goody, goody, goody because I can hardly wait. Now, come here, lover boy."

Jess pulled mike into a clinch and kissed him long and hard. Mike's hand strayed to her waist, to her backside, to the hem of her miniskirt...

"Are you trying to get inside my knickers?"

Mike just nodded.

"Well, you'll have to wait until Saturday." She gave him one last peck and gently pushed him away.

The days seemed to drag for Mike until, all of a sudden, Saturday was upon him. His mother, a nurse at the local hospital, was on shift from six in the evening so Mike had the house to himself as he got ready. First off was a long hot shower. The obvious thing to do was treat this as if it were an important first date. What's more, he knew he would almost certainly end up naked. He needed to be spotlessly clean from head to toe, he need to have a really good shave, and he needed to brush his teeth and rinse with mouthwash.

As for his pyjamas, he found a clean pair in his chest of drawers and, once he had tried them on, took them off again long enough to run an iron over them. That done, he put on a jacket and looked at himself in his mother's full length mirror. Mrs Patterson had commented that, wherever possible, she asked people to come in their pyjamas rather than change on arrival. Of course, most would be safe in their cars but, even for Mike, it was no more than half a mile and, if he slipped on a pair of trainers, he could cut across the fields and no one would be any the wiser.

As he made his way through the early evening twilight the doubts really started to set in. What if he couldn't get it up? What if he was too small? What if they laughed? Sure, at eighteen he was legally an adult but he felt so young compared to all the others. Even Jess, while his age in years, was far older in terms of poise and experience. What if he made some sort of sexual faux-pas? However, he was more scared of letting down Mrs Patterson and Jess than he was of making a fool of himself so, with his stomach churning, he pressed on.

When he got to the gate at the bottom of the Patterson's drive his rising apprehension almost got the better of him but, again, the thought of having to face Jess and Mrs Patterson having let them down was the clincher. He'd said 'yes', it was far too late to back out now. It was time to take the plunge. He went up to the house where he was welcomed by Clive Patterson who took his jacket from him, showed him where to put his trainers, and led him on through to the lounge.

"Mike! Super! Lovely to see you. Come on through," Emily Patterson gushed. "What smashing pyjamas; you are looking smart. Jess will be down in a moment, in the meanwhile what can I get you: wine, beer, something soft?"

"Just a beer, please."

"Oh, there's the door; can you be a love and help yourself. You know where the fridge is."

When Mike found a beer and returned to the lounge where the party was already under way. As he had expected, Jim and Lisa were there but, not so expected were Jenny Santoz from Dr Archer's surgery, along with her husband Josh. Guiltily Mike realised he had been so focussed on the idea of Dr Archer being a member he had completely forgotten about the pretty Filipina behind the reception desk. They were soon joined by Liz and Barry Phelps, a couple in their thirties who ran a local furniture restoration business. Minutes later the doorbell rang again to announce the arrival of Neil and Alison Brown. Neil Brown installed CCTV cameras while Alison had her hands full with two children under five.

At first, apart from the sleepwear, it could not have been more normal. Alison Brown and Jenny Santoz, like mothers everywhere, were complaining about the difficulty in finding reliable baby sitters and the overcrowding at the village school. Among the others the proposed by-pass was, as ever, a bone of contention, not to mention a planning application to put thirty 'affordable' homes on the flood plain of the river Twee. That led on to an outright condemnation of 'townies' buying up the housing stock as second homes and forcing out local people. In short it was the sort of conversation you might hear in any rural drinks party.

Even the dress code wasn't that outré. The men all wore pyjamas and could, almost, have been in everyday leisure wear. The women were more varied. Emily Patterson, as ever, was smart and stylish in a lilac satin chemise which came to about mid thigh. Liz Phelps was similarly attired but, this time, in a deep burgundy. Jenny Santoz wore a halter top with loose silken shorts in black while Alison Brown's camisole in pale blue matched the colour of her eyes.

As ever, it was the younger women who were the most outrageous. Lisa Fordham wore an Accrington Stanley replica shirt which was only decent because it was a couple of sizes too large for her. Jess wore a baby doll in white lace; the jacket of which was tied off with a single ribbon. Completing the set, the briefest of panties only emphasised what they concealed. Mike couldn't help but stare when she entered the room and, as she came over, his eyes were fixated on the way her breasts gently swayed under the flimsy material.

"That's a lovely nightie," he said as a way of breaking the ice.

"Well, it's certainly got your attention. Your eyes nearly popped out of your head when I came downstairs and you haven't stopped staring at my tits ever since."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to letch."

"Don't be sorry. You don't put the goods in the shop window unless you want them to be looked at."

They had been chatting for maybe half an hour when Emily Patterson clapped her hands to attract attention and said, "Right then, if everyone's ready I think it's about time we got things started. Gentlemen, would you like to pick a card?"

Following the example of the other men, Mike picked a card from the pile lying on the coffee table. There were six cards and when Mike turned his over he saw it was the four of hearts. Clive explained how this related to the ring of armchairs and sofas arranged around the room. Jess followed him over to the fourth chair and, after he had sat down, she sat on his lap.

"Ooh, feels like someone is already getting excited," she laughed as settled herself down. "I hope I'm not too heavy for you."

"Not at all," Mike replied. 'On the contrary,' he thought to himself. Her weight on his penis was pretty wonderful. It was just a bit hard not to rub himself against her.

Meanwhile Emily Patterson was setting up the room. She used the dimmer switch to turn down the lights leaving only the slightest glimmer coming from the chandelier. The only other illumination came from a couple of low powered table lamps. This combined with the soft ambient music to provide an intimate atmosphere. She then placed a table next to where Clive was sat. On this there were two tablets, one running a dice app and the other a timer app. That done she settled herself on her husband's lap and reached over to tap the dice app. "Three minutes," she announced as she set and started the timer.

As soon as they had sat down each couple had begun to kiss and cuddle. Now that the time was announced they set too with a purpose. This all seemed a trifle tame to Mike; a bit like kissing a girl in the back row at the cinema. However, he wasn't going to turn down the chance to have a session with Jess. He wondered, given the circumstances, how far he was supposed to take things and he placed his hand on Jess's thigh. However, as he started to move it northward she broke from the kiss and whispered "that's nice but don't rush things. There's plenty of time."

Plenty of time or not, it seemed like no time at all before the alarm pinged to announce the end of three minutes.

Once again, Emily Patterson turned to the table and rolled the dice. "A roll of four, ladies," she announced and each woman got up from her partner's lap and moved four places around the circle.

"Ooh, hello, I have been looking forward to this," Jenny Santoz said as she took Jess's place on Mike's lap.

Liz Phelps, who had taken Emily's place on Clive's lap then rolled the dice and announced "roll of three, that's an odd number, so the girls kiss the boys," she rolled the dice once more, "five, on the nipples," and one more roll, "for two minutes."

Even before Liz had set the timer Jenny had unbuttoned Mike's pyjama jacket and set too, kissing his nipples.

Up until that moment Mike had not thought of his nipples as an erogenous zone. Truth be told, he hadn't thought of his nipples at all. However, Jenny was putting everything into making this as good as it could be, alternating subtle butterfly kisses with gentle teasing with her teeth. And then, just when it was getting to be too much she'd swap to the other side and tease that one instead. This was far more erotic than anything Mike had ever experienced before and not just because the woman doing it was dressed in flimsy negligee. His prick, already hard, felt like it had grown to baguette proportions and there seemed to be little sparks of electricity running from his nipples to his glans.

All too soon the timer went off and it was time to stop although there were groans from many as they did so. However, they knew the rules and, when Liz rolled a four, it was time to change partners again. With a peck on the lips and a 'that was far too short, I'll see you later' Jenny got up from his lap to be replaced, this time, by Lisa Fordham.

It was now Alison Brown's turn to roll the dice. A one, a four and a five dictated that this time it was the boys turn to kiss the girls nipples for five minutes. Lisa took this as an excuse to shed her shirt revealing, to Mike's complete lack of surprise, that she was naked underneath. She offered up her breast and, when Mike went to kiss it, she put her arm around his neck, clamping him on. Her other hand grabbed Mike's wrist and pulled down in between her thighs. Then she leant her head forward until her mouth was next to Mike's ear.

"Come on, don't be shy, you can go harder than that, I'm not made of glass," she whispered. "Yeah, that's right, let me feel it. And why aren't you doing anything with your hand. I want to feel that as well. That's better. Feel how hot and juicy I am? That's my cunt ready for your prick. Are you nice and hard for me? Feels like you are. Yeah, I like a man who's good and hard. I like it when he rams his nice fat prick up my wet and waiting cunt. My mate Jessie says you've got a nice fat prick. All the better to fill me up. I can't wait to try it out. Ohh, yes, your fingers, just there, a bit harder... I... want... to... fuck... you... so... hard... Ooh, is that the timer. Pity, I was just getting into that. See you later, Mikey."

Mike was still wondering just what had hit him when Emily Patterson took her place on his lap. Meanwhile Jenny had taken control of the dice.

"So that's a two, even number, so the boys will be kissing the girls..." she tapped the tablet, "Six! Come on boys, you know what that means and," another tap of the tablet, "you'll be doing it for four minutes. Damn! Why couldn't I have rolled another six?"