It is Winter 1966. When five couples find themselves stranded at a remote high class inn by extreme weather conditions, they amuse each other by relating stories of an erotic nature, as well as taking part in all kinds of private and group sexual activities.
Chapter Six - The Company Manager's Tale
The morning of the second day dawned with no improvement in the weather. Although the snow had stopped, the sky looked grey and threatening. There was no chance of getting out of the inn and no sign of the road being cleared of the deep snow.
At half past eight, Anne came round the rooms with trays of tea, arousing the sleeping guests. She was soberly dressed, in contrast to the previous evening. This would be the last time she expected to find the original partners in bed together for they would change each evening after the story telling session.
Emma enjoyed a refreshing shower before joining Bill at breakfast. She found herself telling him the story of her life. For some reason she couldn't quite fathom, she told Bill all about her parents, her upbringing, everything. She talked her head off! He was a good listener.
'Robert told us of an eighteenth birthday party last night. Would you like to hear about mine?'
'Only if you want to tell me.'
'I do!' And she told Bill all about the evening she discovered her parents sexual infidelities.
'My mother taught me a lot. She had a lovely rippling laugh. Until that night, I thought grown-ups didn't indulge in sex after having children. I thought myself a freak for wanting sex so often. So mum gave me a long talk about men and how a woman could take advantage of them.
'She explained the then shocking, revolutionary idea that the body demanded its ration of sex just as the stomach did food. But some needs are greater than others. And the mind needs stimulating with excitement as well. The thrill of the chase, which is probably something to do with our long forgotten ancestry.
'She explained the need for the female to shop around to make sure she gets the best quality sperm going. And the need for the male to spray his seed wherever he could find a willing - and sometimes not-so-willing - recipient. A combination of the two needs is often exhilarating.
'That, she explained, is why a quick liaison can be such exciting fun. The fear of being discovered adds to the thrill. Some women need different men at different times. And vice versa! To deny yourself of that can be emotionally disturbing. Some women want two men at the same time, just for the sheer enjoyment of sex, but really to ensure the best chance of conception with the most virile sperm.
'That was certainly advanced thinking in those day,' Bill admitted.
Emma smiled at the memory of those early words of advice from, her mother.
'I promised her I would resist the call of the flesh until I was eighteen. Though what that magic figure is for, I've no idea!'
'Coming of age! You're on your own. Responsible only for yourself.'
'Yes! Well, then came the eighteenth birthday party. I had a regular boyfriend then, called Johnnie, and I'd already decided that he would have my virginity before the night was out. I was raring to go! My parents were away at the time. Drinks, starting with punch, flowed. But, boy! I was feeling randy with anticipation!
'There were many people there. We played silly games and there was a lot of snogging all round. The atmosphere was getting pretty hot! Most of the games required the lights to be turned out and girls to be kissed. It was all very lecherous and I got randy as hell, what with all the snogging and groping.
'Before tackling the food, we played a game of Murder. It was a quiet lengthy affair. All the lights had to be turned out throughout the house except for one lamp in the lounge. Johnnie was disappointed when he drew the card of the Detective because that meant he would have to stay in the sitting room until the so-called murder had been committed. So, feeling a bit unsteady, I decided to go to my room for a rest and sober up a bit.
'On the staircase I felt my hand taken by another and on a sudden impulse I dragged the strange person into my bedroom. In the darkened room, without saying a word, he put his arms round me, pinned me against the wall by the weight of his body and kissed me passionately. I was a bit too tipsy and confused to object.'
Emma chuckled at the memory. 'In fact I pressed my hand into the back of his head and gave him a real tongue job! During the kiss, our bodies slowly sagged down the wall until I was squatting on my bottom, in a knees-bent position with the mysterious stranger kneeling between them. Before I really knew what was happening, he had got my breasts out, fondling them. It was hot and sticky I remember, and very thrilling.
I enjoyed having my tits cuddled. Always did! So I responded by returning his kiss, pushing my tongue deep into his mouth. Mother was right! Making love with a stranger was exciting. There was no need to pretend, or to feel any inhibitions at all. It was like being blind-folded.
I felt at his trousers to find out if his cock was stiff. It certainly was! His fingers were probing into my bush as well, pushing my skirt up and shoving the crotch of my loose knickers to one side. Needless to say, I was dripping wet by this time! He knew I was hot for it.
He was pretty expert at fingering my passion-filled labia, teasing the clitoris. I was gasping with exhilaration. We were both perspiring in the heat and impatience. I unfastened his trousers and pushed them down. At that time I'd only ever felt one cock properly - Johnnie's, of course - and being somewhat heady, my natural curiosity wanted to have a good feel of a different shape!
And what an incredible sensation! I held my breath as I grasped this rubbery hot shaft of flesh. I was so absorbed, fondling and squeezing the new toy, the next thing I remember clearly was him lying on top of me with his knees prising my thighs open. My genitals were more than willing by this time.
Before I realised it I'd reached between our bodies with my other hand to part the lips for him to lunge straight in! I certainly gasped! The next thing I knew, I was filled to the brains with cock! It felt so good! Great! Marvellous! I didn't quite fathom what had happened. There was no pain, just a sensation of being filled up. Ready to explode.
I grabbed at his balls for a good feel. Then he was thrusting in and out. It wasn't until then that it suddenly struck me! Oh my God! I'm being fucked! What was new to me was the smell of sex. Pure animal smells of sweating bodies and oozing sex. The aphrodisiac effect was fantastic! I took in deep breaths of the fetid fragrance, wallowing in it.
But, although desperate for it, I'd promised my virginity to my boyfriend. A girl was supposed to object to intercourse. Glad to say, though, my arms and legs were pinned to the floor by his weight, so I couldn't! He just went on banging into me with strong firm strokes. Something inside me wanted to stop him, but couldn't!
