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My First Trip to the Village Pub
by Isabella Story Code: M/f, MM/f, Oral, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Underage

When most girls take their first trip to the pub, it's usually hidden in the middle of a group of older girls, get their face recognised at the pub a few times before they try to buy a drink on their own and hope not to be asked for their ID. I didn't have that opportunity. I lived in a small village where everyone knew everyone else. I knew the owner of the village pub, Paul Gamble, he wasn't exactly a friend of the family but in a small village like ours, we really did live hand in glove with each other.

I was approaching my sixteenth birthday so I was still over two years away from being able to buy a drink in a pub legally but the Monday morning talk amongst my friends at school was all about their weekend drinking sessions...Rebecca Green had managed to buy a drink at the Baker's Arms pub in the city and the barman didn't ask her for her I.D. She'd been going into that pub with her older sister's group of friends, Rebecca had dressed exactly the same as her sister, done her hair and her makeup the same way so that she and her older sister looked more like twins.

I would never have dreamed of trying that stunt in my little village pub, for a start off, there just wasn't the cohort of girls in my small village for me to hide in long enough for me to get my face noticed in the village pub...but saying that, things came to a head one Friday afternoon. For as far back as I could remember, my mother had an evening out once a week, either a night school class, a book group, a committee or a club and on that evening, my dad looked after me and every Monday evening, my dad went to play darts...not at the Coach and Horses, the pub at the edge of our village, the pub that my dad could have walked to...he always drove into the city, the pub he had used to drink in when he was at university.

So, what changed today? My mother was going to night school class, conversational Spanish 'A pesar de que no podía hablar una palabra de español' today and as soon as she left the house, my dad got a phone call and after he'd finished on the phone he told me he had to pop out to play darts because one of the players was sick, "You'll be okay here on your own won't you?"

I shrugged my shoulders, he must have felt guilty about leaving me home alone because he gave me a twenty pound note, "Here, take this, get yourself a pizza delivered or treat yourself to something nice! Erm, you don't need to mention to your mother that I'm going out...you know, me going out and the twenty pound note can be our secret."

When my mother was getting ready to go out I had been sitting in the dining room doing my history homework but even though I was busy, I didn't miss the fact that my mother was wearing a slinky party dress, dancing shoes and stockings with a suspender belt, she also had her hair piled high on her head, exposing her long neck and her face was painted like a Spanish whore...rather than a Spanish language student.

As my mother left the house to go to her car I started my geography homework, fortunately not a big assignment this week and just took me a few minutes to rattle out a graph of wheat production in Canada between nineteen fifty and two thousand.

I watched my dad drive away and then I looked at the time, it was five-thirty on Friday evening. It was the first time in my life that I was being left alone in the house. If I'd been a city girl, I'd have whistled up a few of my friends to come around, I'd have spent the twenty quid on cider and we'd have pumped the music up far too loud and had a fun time...I didn't have that option though, my closest friend lived four miles away and my little village didn't have a bus service for them to get to me or for me to get out to them.

Cider reverberated in my head...we didn't have a shop that sold alcohol in the village and anyway, the village shop closed at five-thirty on a Friday afternoon...the Coach and Horses sold alcohol to take away but as I'd been standing outside the pub waiting for the school bus just ten hours earlier, I couldn't imagine them selling me alcohol, knowing that I was under eighteen years old.

I slammed my school books closed in frustration and then remembered back to Monday morning and Rebecca Green telling me how she'd dressed to fool the barman in the Baker's Arms pub into thinking she was old enough...a little Imp sitting on my left shoulder said, "What have you got to loose?"

The worst thing they could have done was to refuse to serve me...ask me for my I.D. or something. The Imp sitting on my right shoulder said, "No, actually the worst thing they could do would be to call PC Preston and tell him that you were trying to buy alcohol when you're still only fifteen years old!"

I muttered under my breath, "Fifteen years, ten month, three weeks and two days actually!"

The Imp on my left shoulder cleared her throat, "You could try doing what Rebecca did...try and look older...try and look more like your mother did when she got ready for night school...in a crowded bar at the pub, they may mistake you for her and serve you!"

All my mother's 'Stuff' was still out in her dressing room, the styling wax, the large rollers, the hot air hood and the artist's pallet full of the various colours and potions that she plastered her face with were all on her dressing table. Okay, it took me an hour to do my hair and my face, sitting there in my mum's dressing room wearing my white school bra and white granny knickers that my mother insisted that I wear for school. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw my mother's face looking back at me, it caused me to titter a little, my mother would never be seen dead in a white utilitarian bra and granny knickers but my breast size was comparable to hers, same cup size but my tits were a hell of a lot firmer than hers.

I knew that I didn't have any adult clothes in my wardrobe so I'd have to look through my mother's clothes to find something to wear to go and fetch myself a bottle of cider. It looked like all the dresses in my mother's wardrobe were the kind that you pull on over your head, I really should have thought about the dress I was going to wear before I did my hair and makeup. I was just about to resign myself to the fact that I was going to have to wear one of my own 'Childish' dresses and that would never get me my cider. My mother had a lot of skirt and blouse combinations but they wouldn't have made me look at all adult and then I spotted a little black dress hidden at the back of her wardrobe. I'd never seen my mother wearing the dress in real life before but I had seen a photograph of her from her university days when she wore it to her graduation ball.

The reason that the dress jumped out at me was because it had a deep 'V' neckline front and back which meant that I'd be able to just step into it rather than try to pull it on over my head. I stepped into the dress and settled the broad straps over my shoulders...one thing for sure was, my mother hadn't worn a bra under the dress, I looked at my reflection and I looked ridiculous, the sexy deep 'V' at the front showed off almost half of my bra cups on each side of the opening. Another thing for sure was that she hadn't worn stockings or tights under the dress, just standing normally, I could see the bottom of my granny knickers peeping out of the back.

I took the dress off again and I stripped my knickers and bra off. I stepped back into my mother's little black dress...I had to adjust the pleating a little so that my breasts weren't on show too much. I knew that I couldn't go out in the street without knickers on because the dress, although very short, was extremely full, pleated so that if the wearer turned quickly, the bottom hem would fly up, exposing the knickers below...the wind on the walk to the Coach and Horses would have had the same effect.

I found a pair of black panties in my mother's drawer, they were a kind of bridging garment, between a thong and a bikini brief set, smaller than my own bikini brief knickers but much fuller than a thong would be at the back. I put a pair of mum's black patent leather high heel shoes on and I took her black matching handbag as well to carry my twenty pound note in.

I stood at my front door and took a deep breath, 'Now or never' sang out in my head.

I stepped out onto the empty driveway, our next door neighbour spotted me and said, "Nice evening Vicky...is your car away at the garage again darling?"

I brought my hand up to my face to try and disguise my voice, "You know what these classic cars are like...the mechanic has my Aston Martin more than I do!"

I hurried away before he could engage me in further conversation. The Coach and Horses had a little room at the back for 'Off Sales'. Just enough room at the back of the bar for someone to stand and place an order at the little window behind the bar, the light in that little room was often turned off because it got so little trade, and I was hoping that was the case this evening to help with my disguise.

I had to go through what the pub laughingly called a beer garden at the rear of the pub. The path to the 'Off Sales' room went down between the men's toilet block and the pub's store room. As I approached the little room, I could see through the window set into the door that the light was off in the little room which made me happy, the only light in the little room came through the serving hatch through to the back of the bar.

I grabbed the door handle but it wouldn't turn...a closer inspection showed a little notice saying that the 'off Sales' was closed and to use the bar for purchasing goods to be consumed off of the premises. That was okay for adults but the 'Off Sales' window was the only place a child under eighteen years of age could go to buy pop, crisps or chocolate.

I took another deep breath and walked around to the door into the bar, if challenged, I'd ask for a can of pop and a bag of crisps.

I stopped just outside the door and checked that my puppies hadn't moved too much during my walk from home to the main road and the pub. I pushed the door to the bar open expecting seven o'clock on a Friday evening to be very busy in the pub but the public bar was almost empty. Paul Gamble, the pub's owner was playing darts with two of his friends and Alan Cunnington was standing behind the bar wiping glasses. There were four names on the dart's score board, it had Paul and Alan on one side and Glen and Sid on the other, they were playing five hundred and one down and from the scoreboard, Paul was winning.

Alan looked at me first and then at Paul, I saw Alan raise his eyebrows twice and grin at Paul, Paul looked from Alan to me and then he nodded his head.

Alan put his dishcloth down and stepped in front of the beer taps, "What can I get you darling?"

Now I was in a panic, should I ask for a can of cider to take away, should I go down the can of pop and bag of crisps route or...and this was decision time for me, should I ask for a 'Hard' drink or a glass of cider? I looked at the line of bottles and pumps for various kinds of alcohol and my mother's drink popped into my head, mum usually drank vodka and tonic when we went out for a meal so, I stiffened my resolve and said, "I'll have my usual please...vodka and tonic!"

Alan picked up a two hundred and fifty millilitre short glass and popped it under the optic under the vodka bottle, I saw him push the glass up under the dispenser and watched the little glass empty and then fill with vodka again but he hadn't taken the glass away, instead, he pushed the glass up for a second time and took a second shot out of the bottle before turning and taking a bottle of slim-line tonic water from the cold shelf below the bar, he popped the top off of the tonic water bottle and said, "There you are darling!" and handed the glass and the bottle over to me.

Whenever I'd seen my dad buying beer in a pub, he had always paid for each drink as it was handed to him, the barman or barmaid would hand the drink over and say, "That will be XXX sir!" but Alan didn't say that, just "There you are darling!"

I tipped half of the tonic water into the glass on top of the vodka and then I took a sip, it really tasted foul but I couldn't let that show on my face. I looked towards the three men playing darts, the game was only half way through but Paul Gamble was scrubbing the scores off of the score boards.

"Fancy making up a four with us darling?"

"I don't really know how to play darts...sorry!"

I was still waiting for Alan Cunnington to tell me what I owed him for my drink...the only time my father got alcohol in a pub without paying on delivery was when we were having a meal and he was running up a bar tab...but pubs didn't usually do that for just alcohol.

Paul put the cleaning cloth down and picked up three darts, "There's nothing to it darling, you just take aim and throw!"

He pressed the darts into my hand and pointed to the rubber mat in front of the dart board, "Women throw from the line closest to the board, we three men will throw from the line further away."

I stood on the line and threw the three darts, I didn't do too bad, at least I managed to get three scoring darts, nothing fell onto the floor or anything. I just stood looking at my three darts, working out what I'd just scored when Paul stepped up to the score board and wrote 'Vic' above the first five hundred and one, then he chalked, four hundred and fifty-seven, he looked at me and said, "We all have to retrieve our own darts darling, saves any accusations of tampering with the opponents darts."

I had to reach up to pull the highest dart out of the board...I knew full well that all three...four...men in the bar were watching as I reached up and I also knew full well that I flashed the back of my knickers to them all as I reached up.

Paul took the last throw of that round and by the time I stood to take my second throw, I was way behind the three men, Paul was in the lead.

I was just about to throw my first dart of the second round when Sid said, "Erm Paul...what are we playing for?"

Paul looked from Sid to me and then to Glen, "Well, as Vicky doesn't usually play darts, it wouldn't be fair to expect her to pay a penny a point...so, we three will carry on playing for a penny a point but Vicky can play for a second a point!"

Well, Paul's compromise didn't mean anything to me, I had no idea what a second would consist of so I let my first dart fly. I managed to get thirty points this time and Paul subtracted that figure from my previous total.

Well, the inevitable happened, Paul won that game, Glen came second and I was still on one hundred and twenty points. Alan Cunnington came over with three pints of beer for the guys and another vodka for me.

I was encouraged to finish my first drink so Alan could take my dirty glass away to wash it, fortunately I'd taken several small sips as the first game went on so my throat was anesthetised and I was able to knock the lion's share of the drink down in one go.

Alan had also brought a pen and a sheet of paper out with the drinks for Paul to keep a running total. Paul pointed his pen at Glen, "Right, you had thirty points left at the end of the game, so you owe me thirty pence and Vicky owes you one hundred seconds...Sid had sixty points left, so Sid owes me sixty pence and Glen ten pence but Vicky owes Sid seventy seconds...do you want to take your winnings as we go along or shall I keep a tab until the end of the fun and games?"

It was generally agreed to keep a running total...even I agreed and I didn't really have a clue about what was going on, all I knew was that my head had started to feel like it was full of cotton wool and I was having the most fun that I'd ever had on a Friday night in my life so far. All four men were flirting with me although they were behaving like perfect gentleman...well, almost perfect.

Alan popped out from behind the bar at one point, he whispered something into Paul's ear, Paul looked over at me and he smiled, then he shook his head, "No, we don't want her passing out...she won't enjoy herself after we've closed."

I guessed that they were talking about me...mainly because I was about to reach up and pull my darts out of the dartboard again so they were all waiting for me to flash the back of my knickers again and they were all grinning at me.

Alan brought out three more pints and he gave me a glass of cola or diet cola to drink but I didn't mind that at all because I was well pissed after two large vodka and tonic drinks.

I lost track of time a little, games started and came to an end and Paul rattled out a list of numbers between each game but the numbers just went way over my head. I was starting to feel a little sleepy but then woke up again when Alan rang the big bell behind the bar, "Paul, it's ten thirty, Constable Preston will be driving past any minute to make sure that we're not still open after hours."

Alan walked through to the lounge and shouted 'Time' asking people to leave as quickly as possible. I hadn't realised quite how many people were in the lounge area of the pub, the posh area with carpets on the floor and padded seats, far different to the public bar area that I'd been playing darts in with Paul, Sid and Glen, hard wooden seating and quarry tiled floor, just one step away from sawdust covering the floor and spittoons in the corner.

Paul told Glen to close the curtains and bolt the front door, then Alan turned the lights off in the main room, leaving just the lights behind the bar on, casting shadowy light out into the main room. I was looking towards the door that was being bolted, something at the back of my mind was telling me that I should go home, my mum and dad could be home any minute...actually, night school usually kicked out at nine o'clock in the evening but my mother never got home until close to midnight every time, she claimed that she went for a drink at the pub with her fellow students or with a tutor and my dad usually came in from the Baker's Arms in the city at around that same time...mind you, if Paul had paid a little extra for his alcohol licence, he could have opened much later than ten thirty...he could have extended it until around four thirty on Saturday morning without any issues as his pub was outside the residential part of the village.

I was pushing myself up out of my seat when Paul grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. Sid handed Paul three pounds and Glen handed over five pounds.

"Right Vicky, you owe me two hours, Sid an hour and Glen thirty minutes."

I just shrugged my shoulders, "What does that mean?"

"Well, you have to come up to my bedroom with me and give me two hours of fun and then Sid will want an hour with you and Glen thirty minutes of fun."

I did the fuddled mental maths as quick as a snail and looked at the clock above the bar. "I can't stop here until ... erm ... until two o'clock in the morning, I have to get home, I need to be there by eleven forty-five at the very latest."

Paul, Sid and Glen got into a huddle, while my thought processes were running as fast as a formula one tortoise, Paul and his friends were working at lightening speed.

"Right, the only way out that I can see out of the time issue is if we add all the time together and then divide it by four and we all take our time with you together here in the bar instead of up in the bedroom ... that way, it'll all be over by eleven thirty!"

It took a few seconds to register what Paul had said, the point that I latched on to ... and it wasn't the most important point I was sure of that ... was the fact that Paul was dividing my payment by four and not three.

"Why divide by four and not three?"

"Well, I know that Alan didn't get to play darts with us because he had to act as barman here and in the lounge so it is only fair to let him buy into the pot!"

Now, I may only have been Fifteen years, ten month, three weeks and two days old but I knew exactly what was on the cards ... I looked at my left shoulder, not to see the two inch wide band of shoulder strap looping over it but to look at that little Imp that sits there, encouraging me to be bad...she was grinning back at me and she said, "Just enjoy yourself, don't give a fuck about the time you'll be getting home, it's your mum and dad's fault anyway, leaving you at home on your own on a Friday evening!"

I looked at my right shoulder, as my head passed the straight ahead point, I spotted Paul moving in on me, I looked at my right shoulder, expecting my good Imp to tell me to run home as fast as I could and don't look back. She was sitting there looking from Paul to Sid with a smile on her face, I cleared my throat and she looked at me, "Oh ... sory, All I can say is ... you didn't want to be a virgin all of your life did you?"

Well, that was a shocker, by good side and my bad were both in agreement.

Paul gripped the tops of my arms and gave me a little shake to get my attention, I looked at him and he kissed me on my lips ... the first adult man to ever kiss me on my mouth. I closed my eyes and sank into his kiss. Paul's hands slipped from the tops of my arms and up onto my shoulders, I felt his fingers on the shoulder straps of my dress just as other hands touched my hips. I pulled my mouth away from Paul's and looked over my shoulder to see who was touching me from behind.

Sid was closing the gap between us, I looked down, his trousers were already around his ankles and his cock was standing to attention and then it disappeared from view as he pressed his groin against my bum and I felt his cock pushing the thin material of my mother's little black dress up between my legs. Everything looked really sexy until Sid started kicking his feet to try and free his feet from the pool around his ankles made by his trousers.

Paul's hands moved together away from my neck, I looked at his right hand, he was pushing my little Imp off my right shoulder ... or rather, easing my shoulder strap over the outside of my arm. I looked quickly to my left shoulder and that Imp was being knocked off my shoulder as well.

As my dress ... or rather my mother's dress ... sailed to the red quarry tiled floor, Paul stepped back to get a good look at my body. As Paul stepped back, Sid's hands moved down from my hips to the waistband of my borrowed knickers, Paul was unfastening his trousers as Sid eased the waistband of my knickers down, they must have been on the tipping point because as soon as he started moving my knickers, they catapulted to my ankles.

I watched my knickers disappear into the pool of materai my dress had formed around my ankles on top of Sid's trousers. I looked up again, just as Paul's erection popped into view, I had to look from Paul's cock to Sid's, Sid's cock was a little thinner than Paul's but around the same length, the Imp scrambling back up onto my left shoulder said, "I vote for Sid to take your virginity!"

"The Imp on my right shoulder said, "Fuck that...go for the biggest cock that you can for your first time, that way, you'll know that the fucking will get easier as the night goes on rather than harder!"

Paul stepped in for another kiss, one hand on each of my breasts, his cock pressing into my abdomen and as we kissed, he bent his knees, painting a slimy wet line down over my mound of pubic hair and as his cockhead passed the hairline and dipped between my thighs, he stabbed his hips forward, as he did, he actually pushed me away from him until Sid stepped back up and he pushed me back into Paul. I felt both men's cockheads clash at the opening to my vagina, it felt to me like both men were sword fighting with each other to get access to my cunt.

I heard a whispered, "Lift up a little!" from my right shoulder ... it could have been Sid as he was biting the right side of my shoulder and neck as the whisper happened but I thought that it was more likely that it was my bad Imp, trying to get me fucked more quickly and easily.

I lifted onto my toes but as I was already wearing four inch heels, I was already almost on tiptoes. Paul couldn't quite line himself up with me as we stood there and then Alan cleared the glasses off of the table we'd been using but he didn't wipe the beer slops up ... as soon as Paul spotted the table had been cleared, he pulled me away from Sid, he turned me to face the small round table and now Paul was standing behind me instead of Sid, Sid was taking his shirt off as Paul pushed me forwards, face down on the little round table awash in beer slops.

Paul lined his cock up with my pussy from behind, as he pushed against me I started to surf away from him on the slippery beer, Sid stepped in front of me, he put his hands on my shoulders to stop me sliding away from Paul and as Sid held me in place he fed his cock into my mouth. Paul gave ma a hard push and in an agonising pain his cock invaded my cunt.

My hymen must have been defective, according to Miss Bonnham, my lesbian philosophy teacher has always told us girls that the only real difference between a man and a woman was the hymen, an evolutionary change designed to keep a man out of a woman's body but Paul didn't even break step, he sailed straight up into my body with no delay at all but a hell of a lot of pain.

Now, I wasn't so much sucking Sid's cock as Paul fucked me, Sid was fucking my mouth ... I knew the basic principal of delivering a blow-job but only because my friends at school had been talking about giving boys oral sex ever since year six, when we moved to secondary school but Sid wasn't giving me the chance to suck him and he wasn't trying to get himself off in my mouth, just having fun fucking my mouth. Paul had started out fucking me slowly but after two minutes he increased his speed and also the force he was using as he rammed his cock into me harder and faster for the next eight minutes before filling my cunt with his semen.

Sid spotted Paul's orgasm before I felt his spunk filling my body and Sid stepped away from my face, Glen was already naked and as Sid stepped away from my face, Glen took Sid's place, holding my shoulders down as he fed his cock into my mouth, Glen didn't want to fuck my mouth the way that Sid had just done, Glen wanted me to suck his cock.

It took Paul a few seconds to get his breath back and push himself away from me and Sid replaced him. As Sid's thinner cock entered my cunt, there was just a slight pain as Sid's cock stretched the recently torn hymen again but it only lasted for two thrusts and when Sid got into his stride, the pain left me totally and Sid was fucking me much faster than Paul had done.

I had spunk running between my thighs like a stream, Sid finished off in me in less than ten minutes so it was Glen's turn to take Sid's place, I looked up as Glen moved away from my mouth and gasped when I saw Alan Cunnington's cock, it was fatter than Paul's cock and at least a half longer than Paul's cock.

The voice on my right shoulder said, "You really should have started with Alan."

I expected Alan to press down on my shoulders again to hold me in place but between him and Glen, they picked me up and turned me over so that my back was against the table, the round table was only big enough to reach from my shoulders to my lower back, Glen had to lift my legs up to stop too much strain on my lower back and he hooked my knees over his elbows. Alan pulled my head back so that I was looking at his cock from upside down.

Glen started fucking me as Alan fed his cock into my mouth, there was still three or four inches of his cock outside of my mouth as his cockhead struck the entrance to my throat. Alan pushed me really hard and I gagged and choked as his cockhead forced its way down my throat.

There was only one more change over as Alan fed his cock into my cunt, Glen's cock hadn't caused me any discomfort as he started fucking me but the pain started all over again as Alan's massive cock forced its way into my cunt.

As Alan pounded his cock into my cunt, Paul took a turn at fucking my mouth ... Paul actually fucked my mouth to completion, the first out of the four of them to actually climax into my mouth, moments later, Alan spurted into my cunt, his spunk adding to the three loads left behind by the other three men.

I checked the time, it was eleven twenty-five, my father would be home in about twenty minutes so I had to make my exit quickly, I stepped into my dress and hooked the straps over my shoulders, I had a quick look for my knickers but I couldn't find them and I didn't have the time to conduct a detailed search.

I had to walk home carefully from the Coach and Horses as every step was a danger of lifting the hem of my dress and flashing my arse or pussy to the world ... not that there were many people about in our small village at that time of the night.

I was half way home when a car slowed behind me, I heard the sound of an electric window opening just inches behind me. I tried to keep looking to the front while trying to see the car out of the corner on my eye ... just in case the car was my father's car ... or, worse, my mother's car.

I saw a white wing with a broad florescent orange stripe down the side, it was a police car so it had to be PC Preston. I didn't stop walking as he spoke to me, I didn't have enough time left before my dad or my mum would get home.

"Good evening Vicky ... I'm sorry I had to run out on you last week ... I do hope that you understand that when I get a call out, I have to drop everything and go to work."

I tried as hard as I could to sound like my mother, "No, I understand totally!"

"Oh good, so, can we meet at my place next Friday and take up where we left off last Friday?"

"Yes!"

I reached my drive as I said yes to PC Preston and I headed off down the drive to my front door.

As I walked into the house I got a powerful smell of beer, my body had after all been marinating in the stuff for the best part of an hour and I'd definitely need a shower to get rid of the beer smell as well as the smell of musk coming from between my legs as four men's worth of spunk ran like a river down my inner thighs.

As soon as I closed my front door, I ran through the house to the utility room and took the little black dress off, it stank of beer so I threw it into the washing machine along with any other coloured clothes and I started the washing machine running. Fortunately the downstairs shower room was just off the utility room so I didn't have to risk running through the house in the nude and getting caught by either my mother or farther. I showered as quickly as I could and wrapped my body in a big bath towel, I bumped into my dad by the front door.

"You're up late darling and it's a little late to have taken a shower don't you think, it'll take an age for your hair to dry!"

"Yes, sorry, I fell asleep on the sofa watching a film, I couldn't go to bed without having a shower!"

My mother walked in a few moments later, her hair was in a mess and her makeup was smudged all over her face ... my mother had definitely had sex and from the looks of her, she'd had a hell of a lot of it. I looked down at her legs, when she left home, my mother had been wearing stockings and a suspender belt, her legs were now bare and I could see a trail of spunk running down both sides of her inner thighs.

"Parece que tu clase de español fue un trabajo duro, mamá ... iy PC Preston dice que quiere verte el próximo viernes por la noche!"

"What was that darling?"

"Oh mum, after two years of Conversational Spanish classes, I would have thought that you could understand a simple Spanish sentence! I was just saying that PC Preston apologised for running out on you last Friday at Spanish class and asked if you'll meet him next Friday."

I looked at my father to see his reaction to what I'd just said, he didn't even bat an eyelid, he just smiled at my mother, she, for her part, didn't appear to have any shame or embarasement, she just said, "I've got to be out at nine o'clock in the morning ... so it's bed time!"

My dad looked awkwardly at me, "Well, Sarah can't go to bed with wet hair, I'd better sit up with her until it dries!"

"I'm sure that Sarah doesn't need you to sit with her while her hair dries darling, you should come up with me or you might wake me when you finally come to bed."

And so with that, my parents went up to their bedroom, leaving me sitting, wrapped in a towel in the living room.

I followed my parents up to bed just a few moments later, their door was open slightly and I could just see their bed through the crack in their door, they were both naked, my mum on her back with her knees in the air and my dad was kneeling between her thighs, he licked between her legs and then he looked at her face with a grin stretching his mouth as he said, "So, how many men was it tonight darling?"

"I don't know, I passed out when I got to number five!"

6,500 Words.

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