Sixties Night

I'll concede that there's an element of reluctance within this story, so if you're sensitive about such plot-lines, then give it a swerve. Alternatively, as some invariably seem to choose, read it anyway and then complain about it in the comments.

I'm not exactly sure as to why our village chose to hold a sixties-night in celebration of VE Day, that after all was in 1945. There were a few there who'd been born in the 'swinging-sixties', my husband for one - just! - but there certainly wasn't anyone there who was old enough to have actually swung during the sixties.

It may possibly have been that we could get the band cheaply? Besides the disco there was a Beatles tribute (I use that term loosely) group to entertain us; I recognised two of the members and one of those at least lives in the village. That all said, it proved to be a fantastic night and one which I hope gets repeated.

Courtesy of a workmate's daughter, who dabbles in the vintage fashion trade, I was well and perhaps the best (?) dressed attendee of the evening: A red sequin adorned boob-tube top, black leather skirt and knee-length patent leather high heeled boots; that skirt might've been adjudged short had I been eighteen years old, but at forty-eight... It was outrageously so.

In deference to the passing years, I was obliged to wear a bra beneath that sparkly top, but I found a strapless, platform affair, which provided the necessary support while still allowing the sort of nipple-display that top demanded; my boobs may need a little support nowadays, but having nursed three children, I don't need any assistance with nipple-protrusion.

Thanks to a lucky draw in the genetics lottery I'm naturally tall and slim; while a healthy diet and exercise regime -- I play squash regularly and rarely miss the local park run -- ensures that I can still hold my own amongst the younger women. Being blonde helps too, as rather than turning to grey it looks more silver; I'd allowed that to grow out a little, so allowing me to create a curtain-bang hairstyle of the period too.

As I said, it was a great night; more than enough to drink and I was barely off the dance floor all evening. Not with my husband mind, Geoff doesn't dance and other than trips to the bar or the toilet, I don't think he'd got to his feet all evening. My husband of twenty-six years hasn't joined me in striving to hold back the years, he's a bald headed lard arse, whose idea of exercise extends no further than playing darts or quoits.

Not that I was ever short of dance partners. I'm sure that racy costume helped and I had a steady stream of men vying for the chance to join me on the dance floor. Most of them were younger than me and more than a few were much younger; it was those who were the most... hands-on as we danced, quite a fillip for a lady of my age.

It was close to eleven when I stepped outside; ostensibly for 'a breath of fresh air', but also to enjoy a sly cigarette. Yes I know! But I've never managed to kick the habit and I justify it to myself with the argument that it doesn't appear to impinge upon my squash or running and perhaps helps me with my efforts to stay slim?

I didn't feel like debating the issue this evening though, so rather than loiter by the front door while I smoked, I headed around to an area at the back of the village hall. It'd been known as 'Cop-Off Corner' when I was a teenager; a shadowy area where you could enjoy a discreet kiss and cuddle with whomever you picked-up during what were then regular Saturday night Discos.

Not that Cop-Off Corner ever offered much privacy, there had been nights when there were more of us out there than had been left inside the hall. But what is it with kids nowadays; have they even foregone the pleasures of adolescent grope-fests in favour of their computer games? Nobody was in there this evening, I had the place to myself.

Having allowed my mind to wander off recalling memories of those evenings of my youth, I'd not even got a cigarette out of the packet before I was corrected on the final point; a voice from the shadows enquired: "So you're still puffing on your cancer-sticks then Jenny?"

I turned toward the voice; it was one I'd recognised immediately, Phil, my eldest daughter Sally's husband. "No I bloody haven't and I'm not interested in debating the subject this evening; I would've stayed by the front door if I had been."

"I never thought you would be; nobody's ever come around to Cop-Off Corner just for a chat." I smiled on hearing that; so the name Cop-Off Corner had been passed down to another generation at least.

I don't think that smile was the root cause of what followed, but I have wondered subsequently if it might've been misconstrued and been a... catalyst? Phil covered the few feet between us in an instant; one hand snaked around my shoulders, his other went to my waist and he was kissing me by the time he'd pressed me up against the wall.

It wasn't the first time we'd shared a kiss, but those had been gentle busses to the cheek, with perhaps a more risqué peck on the lips at Christmas; this one was a whole new ball-game. Phil's lips covered mine and his tongue pushed into my mouth; the kiss was forceful, hungry, consuming... Irresistible and that perhaps was the problem? I didn't even try to resist it.

Perhaps it was the amount that I'd drunk during the evening, or the excitement and adrenaline from all that male attention on the dance floor; perhaps even our being in Cop-Off Corner and the memories that had dredged-up? Whichever, in that moment I simply surrendered, my arms wrapped around Phil's neck and I returned his kisses with equal fervour.

I don't know where I'd expected it to lead? Probably nowhere, just a few moments of fun and frolics; so when Phil's right hand slid up from my waist to cup my breast, I broke our kiss and growled "Oh no you don't; not there" as albeit with a smile, I firmly pushed his hand back down again. Was that smile yet another mistake on my part?

When Phil's hand reached my waist it didn't stop and a moment later it had reached the hem of that scandalous skirt. My thought process wasn't fast enough and in the moment after that, Phil's little finger flicked the gusset of my panties to the left while his middle finger plunged between the soft folds of my vulva and deep into my pussy.

I'd been too slow with a physical resistance and fared no better verbally: I was drawing in breath to rebuke Phil as his fingers pressed between my legs, but once that middle finger penetrated, that breath intake evolved into a gasp. Phil's finger had penetrated for a second time and his thumb swept across my clitoris before I was able to release that lung-full of air.

Rather than the intended scream of dissent, what emerged was a deep and lung-emptyingly protracted groan, which could be interpreted however the hell Phil wanted. Phil had a second finger inside me and that thumb going ten to the dozen before my lungs were refilled; the sound which came next was an almost bestial growl, which even to my own ears cried 'Yes please... Don't you dare stop now'.

After that I fell silent as my mouth closed back over Phil's and I delivered him of a passionate kiss that lasted fully twenty seconds; it would've been longer, but that was when my orgasm arrived. My legs failed me during that climax, they were like jelly beneath me and it was only my own arms around Phil's neck and his hand between my legs, that kept me upright.

I couldn't say how long that orgasm took to pass, but on regaining a degree of composure, I discovered that it'd been time enough for Phil to unfasten his belt and pants. On returning to planet earth I realised that while Phil's hand was still between my legs, his fingers were no longer inside me; they were now wrapped around his cock and steering that between the curtains of my labia.

I tried to break free, but was too late, the head of Phil's cock had already found it's mark. Phil's a stocky guy, barely taller than I am, so by the simple expedient of straightening his now slightly bent knees, the full length of Phil's shaft drove into me. Pinned between Phil and the wall that single powerful thrust lifted me onto the very tips of my toes and buried his full length inside my pussy.

My initial response was a liquid, gurgling squeal; even to my own ears it didn't say one thing or the other and Phil heard it in the way which suited him best. "I guessed you were up for a fuck tonight Jenny... And your cunt says the same... Slick as butter... I'm betting mines not the first cock you've taken up against this wall."

Each of Phil's statements had been interspersed with another barbarous thrust, with my feet dropping fully to the floor between each. That served to redouble the ferocity of Phil's penetrations, driving the breath from my lungs and putting paid to any chance I might have had of either answering Phil's slanders or protesting his assault.

Shamefully, within just a half-dozen strokes that point had become moot. By then l had but one foot brushing the ground; my left leg being wrapped around Phil's thighs hoping to pull his cock into me more deeply - like the man himself, Phil's cock was broad, but not as long as I might've liked. And rather than offering any protest, the words falling from my lips were all lewd, crude and encouraging.

A further ten or a dozen savage penetrations saw the arrival of my second orgasm, which was every bit as powerful as the first and probably noisier. I went off like a bloody volcano and when perhaps ten seconds after that, I heard and then felt Phil climaxing inside me, my orgasm seemed to resurge with a secondary but equally powerful wave; I'd never experienced one like that before!

Perhaps the strongest indicator of how consumed I was by that second orgasm were the flashes of white-light. Not the light-flashes themselves but my assumption that they'd gone off inside my head. Only when I heard the voice: "Didn't I tell you... I guessed you were going to try to find our for yourself when I saw you follow the old whore out of the door". Those flashing lights had been the flash of a camera-phone!

My head snapped around to see the grinning face of Eddie, my younger daughter's current boyfriend. While I generally liked and got on with Phil, I loathed Eddie with a passion; perhaps because I found him very much like his father? There was history between myself and Eddie's father Harry, it might've been ancient history but it was still there.

I glared at Eddie, but didn't speak... What was there I could say; most especially when he held that phone in his hand and the images it must contain. It seemed I didn't need to. Or at least wasn't expected to say anything; Eddie's attention remained on Phil. "So I'm betting you believe it now Phil? You're not the first guy to have fucked Jenny in Cop-Off Corner; the old man's stories about her were true."

Those words and memories of what Harry's stories might include helped me find my tongue. "Shut up Eddie! Just delete those photographs and piss off!"

"And if I don't? I doubt you're going to be telling Geoff about this and neither you, nor Phil either for that matter are going to make me." I couldn't argue with either of those, Eddie -- again, like his father -- is a powerful guy who stands well over six feet tall and has earned a reputation locally as something of a hard man.

Concerned that Phil might perhaps try anyway, I put my arm against his chest to check him and shook my head. Returning my attention to Eddie, I appealed to his better nature and again asked him to please delete the photographs and to leave Phil and I in peace to rearrange ourselves, before heading back to the party.

That wicked grin returned to Eddie's face, confirming what I'd suspected even as I made that forlorn appeal... Eddie didn't have a 'better nature'. "Not yet Jenny. Not before I've had my turn." I managed a plaintive whimper, but no real words emerged in reply, which drew another grin from Eddie before he continued:

"No, me and Phil have heard all about you when you were younger... Before you got married and turned all la-de-da... The village bike, that everybody got to ride... Here in Cop-Off Corner, or at your parents place when they were out at work and more than once in the back of my old man's van... I'm betting you got nailed in the back of a good few other vans and cars too."

I didn't reply, beyond perhaps another whimper and my head dropped, lowering my eyes to hide the tears which were forming there. "Yeah, all the blokes got their end away with Jenny... Sometimes waiting patiently to take a turn... And if that took too long; well... young Jenny wasn't averse in taking them on two or even three at a time."

That saw my head lift and it came up with a snap. That had only happened the once and Eddie's father had been the instigator; nor had it been consensual. I almost voiced that reply, but it faded on my lips when other memories intruded... While it may not have been consensual to begin with, Harry wasn't responsible for that gang bang having continued for half the night.

Eddie's grin was back in place; had he spotted the moment that second memory had taken hold? Worse still, I feared that a smile might've appeared on my face at the recollection; only the merest hint of one, which I'd stifled quickly, but one which was every bit as damning as those smiles which Phil had picked-up on earlier.

That thought took my attention back to Phil, he was slightly behind me, so I half-turned to see how he was reacting to Eddie's intrusion; what I found had my heart skipping a whole heap of beats: Phil's face wore a piratical grin very similar to Eddie's, his trousers and Calvin Klein's were still around his knees and his exposed cock once again bar-hard.

I think I might've issued yet another of those plaintive whimpers, but it was drowned out by Eddie reminding me that "I told you Phil wasn't going to try and stop me." A moment later Eddie grabbed my wrist, jerking on that with one hand whilst his other pushed me between the shoulder blades; I staggered under the impact, grasping Phil's waist to retain my feet.

The pressure on my back increased, bending me forward at the waist, where after Eddie growled "That'll do nicely Jenny, you can suck on Phil's cock while I'm fucking you from behind. That should keep the noise down and you'll need to clean Phil's cock before it goes back in his pants anyway... We don't want Sally wondering whose cunt he's been fucking when she does the washing."

I didn't get the opportunity to respond, Phil's cock was in my mouth almost before Eddie had finished speaking. I couldn't blame Eddie for that, Phil did it for himself; a hand entwined in my hair, one quick twist saw my mouth wide open and his sticky cock slipped between my lips. "That's the way Jenny... Eddie's dad reckons you give the best blow-jobs he's ever had."

I was still contemplating that... compliment (?) when Eddie jerked my panties to one side -- he pushed them in the opposite direction to that which Phil had -- and the head of his cock nuzzled at my vulva. Eddie's cock felt every bit as substantial as Phil's and I felt a tremor of anticipation at the sensation; I was also thinking 'Thank God, it needs to be; with Phil's cum already inside me I'll be dripping wet in there.'

As Eddie pushed a couple of inches of fat cock into my pussy, I felt his hands slide from my buttocks to my hips and grasp me firmly; a second later the pressure eased for an instant and he slammed his whole length into me. That drew another of those liquid, gurgling squeals from my throat... It would've been a howl fit to wake the dead had Phil's cock not been inside my mouth to quell it!

My memory perhaps wasn't as good as I thought it was; Eddie had the girth AND a length to match it, he was hung like a bloody horse... Just like his father! For a few moments I was terrified, afraid Eddie might tear me to shreds with that massive weapon; but having made an initial... subjugating(?) penetration, those that followed were far more considerate.

Actually, considerate doesn't do them justice, controlled, deliberate and oh sooo looong. Eddie seemed to slowly and gently withdraw his whole shaft, until only the tip remained, before more forcefully driving his full length back in again, reaching the very depths of my belly. It was lush and undoubtedly extended the pleasure for us both; I'd climaxed three more times before Eddie finally unloaded.

It worked well for Phil too; Eddie's relaxed and steady fuck allowed me to give his cock the attention it deserved. I've always been good with my mouth and with that lewd recommendation of Harry's fresh in my mind, I strove to fulfil my advanced billing, providing Phil with far more than a 'clean up'; despite his having come once already Phil climaxed only a dozen seconds after Eddie.

The two men pulled out of me almost as one and I staggered against the wall to maintain my balance. There was clearly to be no post-coital conversation, with Phil announcing "Come on Ed, we need to get back inside before the girls come out looking for us."

"Yeah, that'd create one helluva family rift if they found us boning their mum." Without another word or a second glance in my direction, both men turned and began to walk away."

"Hang on; I want to see those photos deleted."

"What, including the video that Phil just made of you sucking his cock while I was fucking you from behind?" I'm sure the expression on my face was enough to tell Eddie that I'd not even been aware of that! "I'll tell you what Jess, we'll not be deleting them, but provided you keep yourself available to us, we'll not show them to anyone else."

I was livid, but could hardly force them; all I managed in reply was a futile squawk of frustration, which drew laughter from them both.

"We'll give you some time to think about it Jenny; I'm guessing that Geoff will be out playing quoits on Wednesday night? So, how about we come round to see you then and... see what comes up." The two men turned away for a second time and disappeared, still laughing, into the night-time shadows.

Once they'd left, I lit that long overdue cigarette and followed it up with a second one as I reviewed the night's events, along with my options -- somewhere between limited and non-existent! - before heading back inside. I made it to the ladies lavatories without being spotted, where I cleaned up the twin streams of semen running down my thighs before repairing my hair and make-up as best I could.

On re-entering the hall proper I glanced around the room to see my daughters up and dancing seemingly without a care in the world. Geoff was sitting where he'd been all night, a beer in front of him as he chatted to a couple of other members of the village quoits team; the sight of them brought Eddie's parting words words back to the forefront of my mind.

My stomach roiled and I shuddered in the moment that recollection arrived there; it was a couple more moments before a second realisation landed: Rather than fear or trepidation afflicting me, it was arousal; I was actually excited by the prospect of... entertaining the boys again.

That set my eyes in motion once more and I soon spotted Phil and Eddie standing by the bar; they were deep in conversation with Harry. All three were engrossed by something on Phil's phone and it wasn't difficult to guess what; that promise hadn't been kept for very long.

Harry's eyes lifted and seemed almost immediately to find mine; even from across the room I could see and interpret the smile which appeared on his face. That wolfish smile and memories of his massive cock, a match for even Eddie's, sent a fresh and even more powerful wave of arousal rolling through my belly.