Chapter 1 – Meeting George

At first the town looked little more than a larger, better built, version of his own village. It wasn't until he had almost passed through the suburbs that, rounding a corner, his eye was caught by a hoarding. The bright colours were advertising a club called ‘The Pain Zone’ with a strap-line of ‘One Down Every Night Or Your Money Back’. Adam couldn’t drag his eyes away, the poster clearly showed a scantily clad woman nailed to a cross. Completely distracted by this intriguing sight, he quite failed to notice the older man walking across his path. The stranger had his nose in a book and didn’t see Adam either. They collided quite hard.

“I’m so sorry” Adam apologised, as he regained his balance.

“No, no.” the other man hastened to reassure him, “It was as much my fault at least. I must learn not to walk and read at the same time. George Northcott by the way.” he held out his hand.

“Adam Cooper” Adam replied, shaking the proffered hand. “I’m new here, literally just arrived. I don’t think I’m making a good impression.”

“A newcomer, eh? Thought you might be. Where are you from?”

“I used to live in Keelsham, it’s a little village a couple of days away. I really am sorry, I got rather distracted by the sights, this is the first time I've been away from home.”

George glanced up at the billboard before gazing thoughtfully at Adam, taking in the young man’s flushed face and brightly dancing eyes. A cheerful smile playing on his lips, he replied, “Ah. An escapee from the sticks. In that case you must come home with me for some supper. I'm guessing you're pretty hungry by now.”

Delighted to have found someone so friendly, so quickly, Adam accepted the invitation with pleasure. George led him along a couple of streets to a pleasant detached house on a quiet corner.

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“Hi darling, I’m home with a guest for supper.”, George's call brought a full-figured woman in her thirties out of a back room, and a scrabble of noise from upstairs.

“I’d better introduce you quickly before the girls descend. Adam this is Ruth, my wife. Ruth this is Adam, he’s just arrived from one of the isolationist villages up north.”

Ruth took Adam's proffered hand, before leaning closer to give him a gentle kiss on the cheek, her dark rust hair brushing sensually across his face. As she drew back from him he took in her smooth pale skin, delicately spotted with freckles, and the enticing swell of her bosom under her plain cut cotton top.

"Hello Adam." said Ruth, unashamedly looking him over with as much attention as he had to her, "You're most welcome."

George barely had time for this brief introduction before three girls came tumbling into the hall, wearing matching cotton print dresses, blue ankle socks and pumps. The eldest, a slim blond and something of a beauty, looked at Adam with the same unashamed curiosity as her mother.

“And now you must meet my daughters Adam. This is Beth, just fourteen.” he laid a hand on the blond. “This is Emily she’s ten.” he indicated a slightly plumper redhead. “And finally this is Sian, the baby at nine.” he laid his other hand on a small, blond, copy of the oldest sister.

“George.” said Ruth, with the determined voice of someone who had been hard at work over a stove, “Adam can meet everyone properly over supper. If we don’t sit down now it’ll get cold.” She hustled everyone into the dining room. After a swift rearrangement to accommodate the extra mouth, everyone settled down to eat.

****

“Yes of course I scream, it hurts.”

The conversation over the supper table had taken, for Adam, a strange, but exciting, turn. His host’s wife Ruth, the shapely redhead sitting opposite him, looking stunning for a thirty-five year old mother of three, was describing how she liked to be fucked. And fucked was the word she used.

“So you’re saying to be satisfied you need pain?” Where Adam had been brought up sex had not been a suitable topic of conversation for a dinner table, and anything more exciting than mechanical coupling had never been mentioned at all. He knew the basics of sex, but had never discussed his feelings with anyone, and had never certainly never imagined he could discuss them so openly.

“That’s what most women here live for. I can still remember as clear as anything getting my virginity taken. The pain was just sensational. I feel the scars wrenching inside me even now, although to be honest only when George fists me." Ruth looked a little sad, "My cunt’s not as tight as it used to be."

Adam fell silent. His first sight of Ruth's shapely curves, accentuated by her simple choice in clothes, had roused dark passions inside him. He might have been brought up thinking these thoughts were wrong, but the turn the conversation had taken was making him reconsider. This simple family conversation around a dining table was starting to open up a new world for him, and it was one where he wanted to live.

George had been silent, studying the emotions crossing Adam's face. Now he turned to address his eldest daughter, "Beth, why don't you tell Adam about your first time? That was with a newcomer much like you Adam, less than a year ago now. I think you'll find it interesting."

Beth was a little reluctant, but, encouraged by her mother, who was smiling proudly at her, she described in surprising detail how she’d lost her virginity.

****

"And there I was lying on the table, hoarse from screaming, blood dripping from my pussy. I really knew what mum had been talking about after that." Beth finished, flush with excitement from her recall of the experience.

Adam, amazed, turned to George, "And you were there through all that?"

"Of course. We all were. A girl’s first time is nearly always a family event."

Adam now addressed himself to his hostess, "And is 13 the usual age?"

"Oh no. It's really up to the girl. We're usually quite late in our family. Our neighbour, Mr Robinson, his daughter was just six, but that's the youngest I've heard of."

Sian piped up, "Daddy did her, didn't you daddy?"

Before George could answer, Emily cut in, "Snuffed her you mean!", a smile playing on her lips.

"That's true, I did do her completely."

Adam was sitting silently, shocked and more than a little overwhelmed, with this last piece of information he knew he'd found where he was meant to be, but the speed of the discovery had left him  dizzy. When he spoke it was in a dazed voice, "How did you manage that?"

"Just lucky I suppose."

"Oh don't be so modest," Ruth looked proudly at her husband. "I was there, remember? Half an hour ramming that eleven incher you have into her tiny virgin hole. I knew after ten minutes she was going to be lucky."

"Lucky?"

"Oh yes, getting that glorious pain on your first time, I'd have loved that."

Adam sat, still a little stunned. He knew the people he’d been brought up with wouldn't be able to understand any of this, but he'd found his place. When Beth had pulled aside her knickers, to show off the scars around her almost hairless pussy, he thought he would burst with pleasure and relief. His brain was burning with new thoughts, finding somewhere his feelings fitted in so well. He let the conversation wash over him for a while.

When he turned his attention back, Emily was addressing her parents.

"Mum, dad," she was saying, with a pleading note in her voice.

George exchanged a glance with his wife before turning back to look at Adam. "There is something I've been wondering if I could ask of you. To be honest since we met."

"You've been really good to me, if there's anything I can help you out with."

"It's young Emily here. She's been asking Ruth and me to find someone to deflower her for a while now. I know it might be a bit much to ask. Coming from the sticks, I’m guessing you’re finding all this quite a shock. You must feel free to refuse unless you’re quite happy to."

Adam liked these people, and wanted to help out if he could. However he did feel he should know a little more first and make sure it was something he could do.

"If I can I will, but what will I need to do?"

"Just take Emily’s virginity. She’s been nagging me for a while now.” here George smiled proudly at his flame-haired middle child. “It's fine if you don't feel up to doing it, but I'd be really grateful if you would."

After the direction the conversation had taken, Adam wasn't entirely surprised. This was new territory for him, and he felt there was something he should make sure of before committing himself.

"Before I give you an answer do you mind if I have a private word with Emily?"

"No, that's fine," Ruth replied, "we need to clear the table anyway."

The rest of the family grabbed the dishes and headed to the kitchen, leaving Adam and Emily alone.

"I may seem a little odd to you, but this is all new to me, and I need to make sure you really are happy with this." Adam looked intently at Emily, trying to discern the expression on her face.

"If you're worried mum and dad have been pushing me into this, don't. I've been pestering them for months."

He looked at Emily's excited face and, feeling more relaxed, moved on. "And what are you hoping for from me?"

"I'm hoping you'll hold me down and ram your dick into my cunt as hard and fast as you can, not stopping for anything until you come."

Even after everything, Adam was still a little surprised at the direct honesty of this answer, "And you're definitely fine about being hurt?"

"Fine? I want you to hurt me. You've heard about dad and Mr Robinson's daughter. I know getting snuffed is less likely for me, but it would be great."

Adam had finally found a people who wouldn’t be repulsed by how he felt, indeed he suspected they were embracing him as one of their own. He looked at Emily's hopeful face and nodded.

"He said yes!", Emily shouted through to her family.

All four of them came rushing back in, to shake Adam's hand and give Emily excited hugs.

"Thank you, this really means a lot to us." Ruth, smiling happily, gave Adam an unexpectedly passionate kiss, before stepping back blushing a little.

"Unless Adam's got any objections, after we've let our suppers settle the girls can get dressed up and we'll go to the playroom." George glanced round his family, then looked at Adam. No one raised any objections and they moved to the living room sofas.

This story is a fantasy, set in another place, with only the slightest passing nod to our reality as it’s glimpsed on a distant horizon. If this isn’t immediately apparent to you, I strongly suggest you seek urgent psychiatric care.