The Extreme Village Event
The Extreme Village Event
I'm so glad I was present when “It” happened! That's how the locals refer to it. Or they talk about “That Evening” or “The Event”! Anyway, I was very glad indeed that I was in our local rural village pub that evening. We have two pubs in the village, a posh one that does food and fancy stuff, and our rather basic one that is frequented almost exclusively by locals: farming folk, local tradesmen and so on. Jack, the landlord, is a nice guy and often holds lock-ins for his clientele, which often also includes even the local bobby. Jack's wife, Shirley, is one of the draws of the place, alongside good beer and lively chat. She's a glamorous flirty woman, always joking and smiling. She's the type who puts her arm around you or touches you when she talks. And on this particular evening she was well away with the chatting and I noticed she had consumed a few drinks herself.
She and Jack had had a rare few days away down South – in London in fact - visiting friends. The friends had taken them to a local pub which had a Sunday lunchtime stripper. Shirley couldn't help but talk all about it – telling us how sexy the woman had been, how there were loads of punters who came to see the show every week etc. She had reckoned up how much the pub was taking at these sessions and suggested that Jack hold a similar event. He'd said it was too much trouble; where would he get strippers in our neck of the woods, etc, would the locals object? Would there be issues over licensing and so on? Everyone in the pub thought it was a great idea but Jack wasn't convinced. A little later on Shirley absented herself after whispering to Jack and about half an hour later Jack announced a lock-in and sent us into the function room. There were quite a few of us there, mainly blokes but a few wives too, and Jack put on some music and we settled down to an extended drinking session. The room is used for the occasional private party or disco and has a raised area at one end, and it was here that Shirley reappeared.
And what an appearance! “I'm going to see how popular a stripper might be, everyone! Turn up the music Jack!”
She was kitted out in full seduction mode. We usually see her in jeans and a t-shirt but today? Wow! High heels, a tiny leather miniskirt that wasn't long enough to disguise the fact that she was wearing stockings and suspenders.. the stocking-tops clearly visible. Amazing! And up top: a sheer blouse covering a lacy black under-wired bra, low cut, presenting her fabulous breasts upwards and frontwords, barely concealing her nipples. She was carrying a long feather boa. Huge cheers from everyone assembled and a shout of “You Go Girl!” from one of the wives.
And go she certainly did! She stepped off the “stage” and moved amongst us, dr****g the feather boa over people and skipping around. Then she asked someone to undo her blouse and there was almost a riot until Jack shouted at us to enjoy but not crowd her. The blouse came off and we were able to appreciate the size of her bosoms encased in the wonderful brassiere. She cupped her boobs and squeezed them together, tantalising the guys nearest her.
I think I wasn't alone in wondering how far Shirley was going to go. I imagine everyone thought she'd maybe go down to her undies, I mean that's no more on show than a swimming costume, and then the tease would be over! We'd have to wait and see...
She got back onto the stage after dancing around suggestively for a song or two, all of us assuming that was going to be it, when she undid the skirt and let it fall off! More wonders! Now we saw her suspenders fully, and over them, good girl, a pair of black nylon panties. She smiled at the audience. I noticed a few of the wives looking apprehensive. Or was it jealousy? Whatever, she made a wonderful sight and she knew it!
At that point her act entered a new phase. Less dancing around, more suggestive posing as Jack changed the music to a slow blues. Shirley went full vamp. She brought a chair over from the side of the stage and sat astride it, facing the back of the room, but legs wide apart either side of the chair back. She looked back over her shoulder and began to undo the clasps on her bra! I heard a woman behind me say to her partner - “she's surely not going to take that off is she?” and a reply from him that I guess was “I hope so!”
Anyway... she did take it off, or at least she fully undid it. Then she got up, holding the bra cups over her breasts and faced us. Over the music she shouted: “Nothing I haven't shown on the beach last summer!” and let the garment fall, spreading her arms wide in proud display of firm 38 C Cup boobs! Wonderful. Huge cheers from everybody and a few gasps. Some of the women looked shocked, but also had admiring expressions on their faces. The cheering carried on for some time as Shirley licked a finger-tip and diddled each nipple in turn, making them stand out alluringly. Then a real treat for us as she moved the chair sideways on and placed her hands on the seat. Bent forward this way we had a superb side view of her tits as they hung down, full and rich and wonderful. I can still see them now in my mind's eye!
Now it was time for her to shuffle round with the chair so that her panty-clad bottom was facing us. This was tantalising enough but then she proceeded to spread her legs further apart and we were treated to a great view of her knicker-gusset. The temperature of the room raised noticeably, and many of the couples drew closer together. Single guys like myself drifted towards the stage for a better view. I suspect some of the guys who had women with them would have liked to join us, especially when she began to semi-crouch down, making a positively disgusting shape for us to admire.
They especially would have liked to be closer when Shirley, topless now of course, turned to face us and sat on the chair once again with legs spread. Now she lifted up her legs, feet off the floor, for a downright lascivious display of panty crotch. I saw frowns on some of the women's faces – this was a really crude display. The guys loved it!
If we thought it had been good so far, we would never have guessed what would transpire next. No-one expected that Shirley would remove her panties. There was no way our friendly, flirty landlady would expose herself that way. Was there?
Oh, but there was! It only took a jiffy and Shirley was on her feet, had turned her back, pulled down her knickers and turned to face us! First she had her hands in front of her lady mound, then, they were gone and she spread her arms as before when the bra had come off. There were gasps and cheers again. More gasps though this time. Unbelievable that Shirley would do this, surely? Some of the women were shouting “no”, but others were whooping in support. The men were partly stunned and partly ecstatic!
So what did we see? Well, our lovely Shirley was completely shaved down there. She was lovely and smooth, and we could see the small slit of her front bottom clearly. She had her legs together and stood tall and powerful, the stockings and heels and suspenders framing her feminine triangle. It was at this point that “the event” really took place. She brought up the chair, sat on it facing the assembled horde, leant back and lifted her legs up, back and wide apart. Everything she had was now fully on display! The crowd went wild, whooping, hollering, cheering as her vaginal lips opened, her clitoris and her open vagina came into view. Her anus was presented to us for close examination. And she stayed in the pose. Yes, she stayed like that, all fully open for us to drink in the view!
This was truly phenomenal! I had seen many strip shows in the past, some of them where the girl would open up fully at the end (not many of those unfortunately) but I'd never seen one where she opened up so fully and stayed like it so we could all examine her organs in detail and at leisure! I had a raging erection, and I guessed most of the other guys there did too. Shirley just put her hands under her bum cheeks and held them open a bit more. Her bottom was cupped in her hands and offered up to us. Jack shouted out for us to calm down and not get in each other's way – “you can all get a good look” he said, “have a bit of decorum guys!”
Shirley looked as if she was in a dream world, and then she began another momentous act – she started to gently touch herself! First she just traced a line along her flaps, then lightly touched her clitoris. I could see she was getting extremely wet. “Do you like my twat, lads!” she called and was greeted with a chorus of approval. Juices poured out of her as she caressed her little love button and then put a finger each side of her pussy and pulled it open for us. I managed to drag my gaze away for a second to observe that most of the guys were rubbing themselves through their trousers. One or two even had their cocks out, regardless of where they were, just so overcome with lust! And most couples seemed to be holding each other and feeling each other up as they watched her. It was amazing. I continued to enjoy the show as Shirley now popped a finger inside herself and followed the line of juice down to her anus. This almost made me cum in my underpants as she then rested her digit on her ass-hole and touched it ever so gently, spending quite some time sliding her finger over it. I watched closely; would she open it? Would she put a finger up her small hole?
She continued to slide her finger over her anus, sitting back on the chair, legs wide open, held up and apart. Pussy wide... then I was flabbergasted to see her getting really, really wet. Surely that can't all be juices I thought. It wasn't! A further gasp from the audience as we realised she was pissing gently and slowly. Not a gush but a controlled small stream of pee bubbled out of her pee-hole and dripped down onto the stage. I looked around to see a large number of faces with open mouths in wonder. Now what?!
Well, now what was that Jack came over to her, held one of her legs up and inserted a finger right up his wife's anus! To the root! Yet more gasps and cheers from us all. Then...
Then he took out his finger, turned Shirley over so she was standing bent with her back to us, legs apart, hands on the chair seat. With her bottom now facing us, he pulled her cheeks apart to give us an unprecedented view of her open vagina and anus from behind. Wet and wide! Then Jack undid his flies and extracted an impressive erect cock. “Right. I'm now going to bugger my wife – for the first time! You lot can see to yourselves, try not to make a mess! Here I go!”
And with that he slipped his cock right up his wife's bum. Just like that! In front of everybody. Shirley just shouted out: “Oh fucking wow! Do me, Jack my lover!”
Just about every man there now had his cock out, stropping away. I got mine in my hand but suddenly became aware of how sordid it was to wank off on the floor, or into a tissue – which most guys were about to do – so considerate of them! I looked for alternatives. Most couples were just shagging each other now. A few feet away, the Richardsons, neighbours of mine who I knew well, were engaged in some doggy-style fun. Christine had her panties around her ankle and her skirt pulled up as Dave was rogering her from behind. He may have been buggering her, it wasn't clear. Christine caught me looking and smiled at me, beckoning me forward. As I got close she reached out for my cock and pulled me towards her. She opened her mouth and took my full length! Dave smiled at me as we spit-roasted her. Fabulous! It didn't take long. I shot off into her mouth as Dave came inside his wife. We extracted ourselves.
“Wow, thanks Christine. Thanks Dave. That was great! What a show that was!”
“Yes, amazing!” said Christine, “What got into Shirley? What got into us? I can't believe I just had anal sex with Dave!” (Ahh, so he was buggering her!) “And sucked you off!”
“I'm really glad you did!” I replied. “Do you guys think life in the village will ever be the same again?”
Dave looked around as we zipped ourselves up. “I don't think so... Take a look at this – we weren't the only ones to lose control...” I followed his gaze and surveyed the room. In one corner a woman, I think it was Cathy Jones, was lying on her back, a guy was just extracting his cock from her pussy, while another local guy took his place, and another stood by, wanking slowly, waiting for his turn. Mrs Foster from the local shop was taking a DP from two blokes while her husband stood watching with a huge grin on his face! On the stage, Jack had finished analling Shirley and she was standing surrounded by men wanking off over her.
“Crikey!” I said.
“Fucking hell!” said Christine, “Look at Mrs Foster! I've seen everything now! Oh I'd like to try that!”
“Come on then, love,” said Dave, “You up for it Alan?”
“Not half!” I said. Seconds later Dave was on his back, Christine straddled him and he was straight up her puss. So I slipped up her arse and we gave her a nice long joint fuck. Having cum a short time earlier we were able to keep going for quite a while. And we had a small audience too, cheering us on!
Eventually or course it was all over. Someone found a bucket and got many, many donations for Shirley. There were chats and reminiscences long into the night, but people had to get away for work, etc next day. I managed to get a word with Shirley and asked her about her actions:
“Well, I think it was all down to that visit we had to the strip-pub. Seeing the effect the stripper had on the guys, and on me! It made me feel randy, so I can imagine the effect it was having on the guys. Made me think we could do it here. But I also noticed that the men wanted more. The girl did the teasing OK, but I felt she should have offered a better reward at the end. She did open her legs for a flash or even a few seconds view of her pussy, but that was it. I started to think about what it would be like if she really showed everything she had. And showed it for a reasonable period of time. I also realised that the expectation was that they would only get a brief look at what they most wanted to see. They were, I guess, resigned to only seeing pussy momentarily or not at all. And I thought what a shame that is! Over the past weeks I've fantasised about being a stripper who really did show the men everything they wanted. I talked to Jack about it. We looked into the issues around offering strip sessions but all the licensing and so on is too complicated. So we hit on the idea of the lock-in session. Mainly for fun. I think it was a success...”
“Shirley, you're telling me! It was fantastic. YOU were fantastic. I don't think anyone could believe what you did. And you looked amazing. Then it all got out of hand with Jack having you and then so many of the women losing their inhibitions and fucking various blokes! It was intense!”
“Yes, I had no idea it would unleash such passions. And the collection was incredibly generous!”
“Err – do you think you might do it again?”
“Well after tonight I think we'll have to. I think we have a village full of swingers and perverts! It would have to be secret and private again, but this time people will know what to expect. I've already had a few local ladies say they'd like to do a strip too!”
ooo000ooo
Well, as I said earlier, it's talked about as “the event” or “the evening,” basically its the evening when everything changed for our village. We have had many village sex lock-ins since and a number of local women have stripped and allowed themselves to be gang-fucked. A few trouble-making guys had to be excluded but we have settled into a nice group of debauched individuals, centred around some very popular village ladies. Long may it continue!
THE END
I'm so glad I was present when “It” happened! That's how the locals refer to it. Or they talk about “That Evening” or “The Event”! Anyway, I was very glad indeed that I was in our local rural village pub that evening. We have two pubs in the village, a posh one that does food and fancy stuff, and our rather basic one that is frequented almost exclusively by locals: farming folk, local tradesmen and so on. Jack, the landlord, is a nice guy and often holds lock-ins for his clientele, which often also includes even the local bobby. Jack's wife, Shirley, is one of the draws of the place, alongside good beer and lively chat. She's a glamorous flirty woman, always joking and smiling. She's the type who puts her arm around you or touches you when she talks. And on this particular evening she was well away with the chatting and I noticed she had consumed a few drinks herself.
She and Jack had had a rare few days away down South – in London in fact - visiting friends. The friends had taken them to a local pub which had a Sunday lunchtime stripper. Shirley couldn't help but talk all about it – telling us how sexy the woman had been, how there were loads of punters who came to see the show every week etc. She had reckoned up how much the pub was taking at these sessions and suggested that Jack hold a similar event. He'd said it was too much trouble; where would he get strippers in our neck of the woods, etc, would the locals object? Would there be issues over licensing and so on? Everyone in the pub thought it was a great idea but Jack wasn't convinced. A little later on Shirley absented herself after whispering to Jack and about half an hour later Jack announced a lock-in and sent us into the function room. There were quite a few of us there, mainly blokes but a few wives too, and Jack put on some music and we settled down to an extended drinking session. The room is used for the occasional private party or disco and has a raised area at one end, and it was here that Shirley reappeared.
And what an appearance! “I'm going to see how popular a stripper might be, everyone! Turn up the music Jack!”
She was kitted out in full seduction mode. We usually see her in jeans and a t-shirt but today? Wow! High heels, a tiny leather miniskirt that wasn't long enough to disguise the fact that she was wearing stockings and suspenders.. the stocking-tops clearly visible. Amazing! And up top: a sheer blouse covering a lacy black under-wired bra, low cut, presenting her fabulous breasts upwards and frontwords, barely concealing her nipples. She was carrying a long feather boa. Huge cheers from everyone assembled and a shout of “You Go Girl!” from one of the wives.
And go she certainly did! She stepped off the “stage” and moved amongst us, dr****g the feather boa over people and skipping around. Then she asked someone to undo her blouse and there was almost a riot until Jack shouted at us to enjoy but not crowd her. The blouse came off and we were able to appreciate the size of her bosoms encased in the wonderful brassiere. She cupped her boobs and squeezed them together, tantalising the guys nearest her.
I think I wasn't alone in wondering how far Shirley was going to go. I imagine everyone thought she'd maybe go down to her undies, I mean that's no more on show than a swimming costume, and then the tease would be over! We'd have to wait and see...
She got back onto the stage after dancing around suggestively for a song or two, all of us assuming that was going to be it, when she undid the skirt and let it fall off! More wonders! Now we saw her suspenders fully, and over them, good girl, a pair of black nylon panties. She smiled at the audience. I noticed a few of the wives looking apprehensive. Or was it jealousy? Whatever, she made a wonderful sight and she knew it!
At that point her act entered a new phase. Less dancing around, more suggestive posing as Jack changed the music to a slow blues. Shirley went full vamp. She brought a chair over from the side of the stage and sat astride it, facing the back of the room, but legs wide apart either side of the chair back. She looked back over her shoulder and began to undo the clasps on her bra! I heard a woman behind me say to her partner - “she's surely not going to take that off is she?” and a reply from him that I guess was “I hope so!”
Anyway... she did take it off, or at least she fully undid it. Then she got up, holding the bra cups over her breasts and faced us. Over the music she shouted: “Nothing I haven't shown on the beach last summer!” and let the garment fall, spreading her arms wide in proud display of firm 38 C Cup boobs! Wonderful. Huge cheers from everybody and a few gasps. Some of the women looked shocked, but also had admiring expressions on their faces. The cheering carried on for some time as Shirley licked a finger-tip and diddled each nipple in turn, making them stand out alluringly. Then a real treat for us as she moved the chair sideways on and placed her hands on the seat. Bent forward this way we had a superb side view of her tits as they hung down, full and rich and wonderful. I can still see them now in my mind's eye!
Now it was time for her to shuffle round with the chair so that her panty-clad bottom was facing us. This was tantalising enough but then she proceeded to spread her legs further apart and we were treated to a great view of her knicker-gusset. The temperature of the room raised noticeably, and many of the couples drew closer together. Single guys like myself drifted towards the stage for a better view. I suspect some of the guys who had women with them would have liked to join us, especially when she began to semi-crouch down, making a positively disgusting shape for us to admire.
They especially would have liked to be closer when Shirley, topless now of course, turned to face us and sat on the chair once again with legs spread. Now she lifted up her legs, feet off the floor, for a downright lascivious display of panty crotch. I saw frowns on some of the women's faces – this was a really crude display. The guys loved it!
If we thought it had been good so far, we would never have guessed what would transpire next. No-one expected that Shirley would remove her panties. There was no way our friendly, flirty landlady would expose herself that way. Was there?
Oh, but there was! It only took a jiffy and Shirley was on her feet, had turned her back, pulled down her knickers and turned to face us! First she had her hands in front of her lady mound, then, they were gone and she spread her arms as before when the bra had come off. There were gasps and cheers again. More gasps though this time. Unbelievable that Shirley would do this, surely? Some of the women were shouting “no”, but others were whooping in support. The men were partly stunned and partly ecstatic!
So what did we see? Well, our lovely Shirley was completely shaved down there. She was lovely and smooth, and we could see the small slit of her front bottom clearly. She had her legs together and stood tall and powerful, the stockings and heels and suspenders framing her feminine triangle. It was at this point that “the event” really took place. She brought up the chair, sat on it facing the assembled horde, leant back and lifted her legs up, back and wide apart. Everything she had was now fully on display! The crowd went wild, whooping, hollering, cheering as her vaginal lips opened, her clitoris and her open vagina came into view. Her anus was presented to us for close examination. And she stayed in the pose. Yes, she stayed like that, all fully open for us to drink in the view!
This was truly phenomenal! I had seen many strip shows in the past, some of them where the girl would open up fully at the end (not many of those unfortunately) but I'd never seen one where she opened up so fully and stayed like it so we could all examine her organs in detail and at leisure! I had a raging erection, and I guessed most of the other guys there did too. Shirley just put her hands under her bum cheeks and held them open a bit more. Her bottom was cupped in her hands and offered up to us. Jack shouted out for us to calm down and not get in each other's way – “you can all get a good look” he said, “have a bit of decorum guys!”
Shirley looked as if she was in a dream world, and then she began another momentous act – she started to gently touch herself! First she just traced a line along her flaps, then lightly touched her clitoris. I could see she was getting extremely wet. “Do you like my twat, lads!” she called and was greeted with a chorus of approval. Juices poured out of her as she caressed her little love button and then put a finger each side of her pussy and pulled it open for us. I managed to drag my gaze away for a second to observe that most of the guys were rubbing themselves through their trousers. One or two even had their cocks out, regardless of where they were, just so overcome with lust! And most couples seemed to be holding each other and feeling each other up as they watched her. It was amazing. I continued to enjoy the show as Shirley now popped a finger inside herself and followed the line of juice down to her anus. This almost made me cum in my underpants as she then rested her digit on her ass-hole and touched it ever so gently, spending quite some time sliding her finger over it. I watched closely; would she open it? Would she put a finger up her small hole?
She continued to slide her finger over her anus, sitting back on the chair, legs wide open, held up and apart. Pussy wide... then I was flabbergasted to see her getting really, really wet. Surely that can't all be juices I thought. It wasn't! A further gasp from the audience as we realised she was pissing gently and slowly. Not a gush but a controlled small stream of pee bubbled out of her pee-hole and dripped down onto the stage. I looked around to see a large number of faces with open mouths in wonder. Now what?!
Well, now what was that Jack came over to her, held one of her legs up and inserted a finger right up his wife's anus! To the root! Yet more gasps and cheers from us all. Then...
Then he took out his finger, turned Shirley over so she was standing bent with her back to us, legs apart, hands on the chair seat. With her bottom now facing us, he pulled her cheeks apart to give us an unprecedented view of her open vagina and anus from behind. Wet and wide! Then Jack undid his flies and extracted an impressive erect cock. “Right. I'm now going to bugger my wife – for the first time! You lot can see to yourselves, try not to make a mess! Here I go!”
And with that he slipped his cock right up his wife's bum. Just like that! In front of everybody. Shirley just shouted out: “Oh fucking wow! Do me, Jack my lover!”
Just about every man there now had his cock out, stropping away. I got mine in my hand but suddenly became aware of how sordid it was to wank off on the floor, or into a tissue – which most guys were about to do – so considerate of them! I looked for alternatives. Most couples were just shagging each other now. A few feet away, the Richardsons, neighbours of mine who I knew well, were engaged in some doggy-style fun. Christine had her panties around her ankle and her skirt pulled up as Dave was rogering her from behind. He may have been buggering her, it wasn't clear. Christine caught me looking and smiled at me, beckoning me forward. As I got close she reached out for my cock and pulled me towards her. She opened her mouth and took my full length! Dave smiled at me as we spit-roasted her. Fabulous! It didn't take long. I shot off into her mouth as Dave came inside his wife. We extracted ourselves.
“Wow, thanks Christine. Thanks Dave. That was great! What a show that was!”
“Yes, amazing!” said Christine, “What got into Shirley? What got into us? I can't believe I just had anal sex with Dave!” (Ahh, so he was buggering her!) “And sucked you off!”
“I'm really glad you did!” I replied. “Do you guys think life in the village will ever be the same again?”
Dave looked around as we zipped ourselves up. “I don't think so... Take a look at this – we weren't the only ones to lose control...” I followed his gaze and surveyed the room. In one corner a woman, I think it was Cathy Jones, was lying on her back, a guy was just extracting his cock from her pussy, while another local guy took his place, and another stood by, wanking slowly, waiting for his turn. Mrs Foster from the local shop was taking a DP from two blokes while her husband stood watching with a huge grin on his face! On the stage, Jack had finished analling Shirley and she was standing surrounded by men wanking off over her.
“Crikey!” I said.
“Fucking hell!” said Christine, “Look at Mrs Foster! I've seen everything now! Oh I'd like to try that!”
“Come on then, love,” said Dave, “You up for it Alan?”
“Not half!” I said. Seconds later Dave was on his back, Christine straddled him and he was straight up her puss. So I slipped up her arse and we gave her a nice long joint fuck. Having cum a short time earlier we were able to keep going for quite a while. And we had a small audience too, cheering us on!
Eventually or course it was all over. Someone found a bucket and got many, many donations for Shirley. There were chats and reminiscences long into the night, but people had to get away for work, etc next day. I managed to get a word with Shirley and asked her about her actions:
“Well, I think it was all down to that visit we had to the strip-pub. Seeing the effect the stripper had on the guys, and on me! It made me feel randy, so I can imagine the effect it was having on the guys. Made me think we could do it here. But I also noticed that the men wanted more. The girl did the teasing OK, but I felt she should have offered a better reward at the end. She did open her legs for a flash or even a few seconds view of her pussy, but that was it. I started to think about what it would be like if she really showed everything she had. And showed it for a reasonable period of time. I also realised that the expectation was that they would only get a brief look at what they most wanted to see. They were, I guess, resigned to only seeing pussy momentarily or not at all. And I thought what a shame that is! Over the past weeks I've fantasised about being a stripper who really did show the men everything they wanted. I talked to Jack about it. We looked into the issues around offering strip sessions but all the licensing and so on is too complicated. So we hit on the idea of the lock-in session. Mainly for fun. I think it was a success...”
“Shirley, you're telling me! It was fantastic. YOU were fantastic. I don't think anyone could believe what you did. And you looked amazing. Then it all got out of hand with Jack having you and then so many of the women losing their inhibitions and fucking various blokes! It was intense!”
“Yes, I had no idea it would unleash such passions. And the collection was incredibly generous!”
“Err – do you think you might do it again?”
“Well after tonight I think we'll have to. I think we have a village full of swingers and perverts! It would have to be secret and private again, but this time people will know what to expect. I've already had a few local ladies say they'd like to do a strip too!”
ooo000ooo
Well, as I said earlier, it's talked about as “the event” or “the evening,” basically its the evening when everything changed for our village. We have had many village sex lock-ins since and a number of local women have stripped and allowed themselves to be gang-fucked. A few trouble-making guys had to be excluded but we have settled into a nice group of debauched individuals, centred around some very popular village ladies. Long may it continue!
THE END
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