It was the quiz promoter, he and the other board members of 'Weekend Quiz Company Ltd.', had all looked at My application form and they had all agreed that they needed me and Sarah at the first weekend quiz so that they could use us in their future advertising campaign.

I had a discussion around the photograph that I'd sent in of Sarah and myself, I was told that there would be a meet and greet function on the Friday evening between eight o'clock and midnight for the twenty men and twenty women to meet and get to know each other before the quiz started at nine-thirty on Saturday morning.

"But how can you be sure that both Sarah and I will be picked out in the lottery, you said earlier that over three hundred and fifty men and three hundred women have applied for this first weekend!"

"In the small print we have set out that exceptions to the general rules can be made for commercial exigencies, we have already sent you and Sarah an invitation to attend...as you live so close could we ask that you arrive here a little before the other contestants, get dressed up in your cocktail dresses and welcome the guests as they arrive, it will encourage the other contestants to dress up a little for the formal evening!"

I finally managed to get a word in edgewise, "Just a minute, I'm the applicant, not my daughter, she doesn't know anything about the quiz weekend!"

"Well, could you ask her if she'd like to come to the hotel for the weekend...I'm sure that both of you will love it."

I covered the mouthpiece of the phone and looked at Sarah, "Have you arranged to sleep over at Elle's house next weekend darling?"

Sarah looked suspicious, "No, I haven't spoken to Elle yet...why?"

"I've applied to go on a quiz weekend at The River Court Hotel next weekend and they'd like to invite you to come with me...if you'd like to that is!"

"Are you kidding me, the chance of spending a weekend at the top five star hotel...count me in!"

I returned to my phone call, "We'll both be there, can you send me confirmation to my email address please?"

Sarah said, "That guy was a little weird, I told him that you were outside and that I'd take the phone out to you but he insisted on asking me tons of questions as I was walking to you."

I showed her the advertising flyer, she read it from top to bottom before saying, "Where did you get this from anyway...I haven't see it around before!"

"I found it in the recycling bin in your father's study when I was tidying up."

She looked at both sides of the flyer and then held it up to the sun, "Did it come through the post or did dad pick it up somewhere?"

"Probably came in this morning's post, it was in the recycling bin with a dozen envelopes and sheaves of other unimportant paperwork!"

When John got home from work, I told him that Sarah and I had been invited to take part in the first quiz weekend at The River Court Hotel and I showed him the flyer that I'd taken from the recycling bin, he said, "That will be handy darling, the flyer came from Mark Benton, he thinks that it would be a good team building exercise for my company, having a corporate weekend at the hotel, taking part in quizzes and all the other activities and sports that they'll be offering."

"Do I know Mark Benton?"

"He was at the launch of our spring collection in March, you must remember him, his wife was there and she was going off at him for some reason, giving him a really hard time!"

"Oh yes, he's the one that you told me to ask for a dance and you told me to flirt with!"

"That's right and did you see how quickly it brought his wife to heel when she thought that you were interested in him?"

I shook my head, "No, I never saw Mark after the dance finished!"

"That's because his wife saw you flirting with him...she saw how he was lapping it all up and she dragged him off home and took him to bed to prove that she was better than you!"

"How do you know all of that?"

"Because Mark gave me an order for thirty thousand pounds worth of stock the next day and thanked me for telling you to flirt with him, he'd had the best night of sex in years."

The next day, John came home with 'Samples!', that was the euphemistic term used in the 'Rag-trade' for items of stock taken off the production line before the designer's or retailer's labels had been sown in, John had a selection of blouses, skirts, dresses and underwear, two complete sets, one in my size and the other in Sarah's. John even bought new makeup sets for both of us, the shades and colours that he thought would make me look my best and lighter shades and subtler colours fitting Sarah's lighter complexion, and our appointment on Friday afternoon at the hairdressers to have our hair done just before we were due to go to the hotel was organised and paid for by John as well, he left home for his flight to Poland at the same time that Sarah and I went to the beauticians to fix our hair.

We turned up at the hotel and were met by Mark Benton, who introduced himself as the senior partner in the Quiz weekend company. Mark had set up a table in the hotel's lobby with forty large envelopes set out in alphabetical order, he found Sarah's envelope first and mine was just under hers, in my envelope there was a door key for room one-zero-four, A dance card for that evening's meet and greet formal and a program of events...I was expecting to be sharing a room with my daughter as she was only fifteen years of age but her key was for room one-twenty, the other end of the building on the first floor, just about as far away from my room as they could put her.

We went up to our rooms and changed into our cocktail dresses with our very sexy lingerie under. When we met back in the lobby just as the first guest arrived, we looked stunning. There was a thirty minute flurry of activity as Sarah and I handed out forty envelopes to men and thirty eight to women and girls. It soon became apparent that the men were all business men and bankers, between their mid forties and late sixties and that, at thirty-five years old, I was the oldest of the women and that at fifteen years of age, I couldn't be sure that Sarah was actually the youngest of the females taking part in the weekend's event.

The last two envelopes on the table belonged to Peter Grantham, our family bank manager, and Robin Thorpe, both men arrived in the same car. Robin headed for Sarah and Peter gave me a broad smile and came to me, he grasped my upper arms, pulled me into him and kissed me, not on the cheeks as he would have done if John was around, he kissed me full on my lips. I pulled away and looked at Sarah, she had her back to me and was asking Robin Thorpe if he'd like a hand getting his case up to his room, I breathed a sigh of relief, Sarah was too busy to have noticed Peter's kiss.

Peter had opened his envelope and was inspecting the content as I heard Robin telling Sarah that he didn't need a hand, so long as the hotel's lift worked, Sarah said, "There isn't a lift Mr Thorpe, I'm happy to give you a hand to get your case up to your room, what number are you in?"

Robin said, "I'm in room two-twenty!"

Sarah said, "You're on top of me then, I'm in room one-twenty!"

I saw Peter grin, "Are you and your daughter both in room one-twenty Vicky?"

"No, I'm in room one-zero-four!"

Peter checked his key, "I'm in two-zero-four, looks like I'm on top of you all night then!"

Peter checked his dance card, his name and room number were printed on the front but the back wasn't just an empty grid to be filled in by the guests as they arranged their dance partners for the evening, it had also been printed with all of the partners for the whole evening. I hadn't even looked at the back of my dance card, I'd just assumed it would be like all other dance cards. The last time I'd been to a dance like that, the men had all fought to get the last dance on the card, the traditional last waltz, in the eyes of most men, if they got that last dance with a pretty girl, they'd be able to offer her a lift home and significantly increase their chance of a shag at the end of the evening. I realized of course that the organizers of the event had organized things so that every woman would get to meet every man and in retrospect, I should have been suspicious about that...all the men got time to talk or dance with every woman over the course of the evening but the men didn't get to meet or chat with the other men and the women didn't get the opportunity to get to know any of the women...this had all the marks of a cattle market.

Thirty minutes after we'd finished booking the last guest in to the hotel was dinner in the main dining room. The room was laid out banquet style, a top table with five men facing two tables forming an open square, ten people on each side of the two tables. I was on the outside of the left table, my seat was eight away from the top table, next to me on my right was Peter Grantham from room two-zero-four and on my left was Alan Yeats from Room two-zero-three, it seemed that the seating plan ran in room order, the woman to Peter's right was from room one-zero five and the man to her right was the man from room two-zero-five. Opposite him was the woman from room one-zero-six, opposite me was the man from room two-zero-seven and so on until they reached Robin Thorpe on the outside of the right hand table, right next to the top table.

Peter was flirting with me quite a lot over dinner but not only him, Alan Yates was bemoaning the fact that he had me on his dance card at number twenty.

I had a little chuckle to myself, "Alan, when I used to do formal dances with a dance card, men used to fight to get the last dance on a woman's card..."

He jumped in with a resounding, "Yes...but think about it, you would have been in town dancing and the man would be looking for a woman that he could dance with at the end of the evening, flirt a little and offer her a lift home, the least he'd get was a kiss and a cuddle in his car on the way home...some might get a fumble inside their clothes...maybe talk the woman into giving him a wank and a few of the luckier ones would get full sex on the way home...here, in the hotel, any of the women who are looking for sex will have paired off with a man, long before the last dance!"

As soon as Alan said it he looked worried, he looked towards the top table to see if anyone had spotted what he'd said. The man opposite me, Glen Williamson from room two-zero-seven said, "I'm fourth on your list...I'm not expecting a woman as beautiful as you to still be available by the time my dance comes around!"

I can't say that I really understood what Glen had just said, our dinner had been delivered with 'Blue Hawaiian' cocktail and, even though I was only half way down the cocktail, my head was a little fuzzy...The cocktail had been a little strong for me but Sarah had already finished hers and she didn't seem to have slowed down at all, she was chatting to Robin, the man from room two-eleven and the man from room two-nineteen, the three men surrounding Sarah seemed to be the oldest men in the whole hotel and she seemed to be loving her time chatting to them.

After dinner, we all moved into the main function room, there were ten tables on each side of the room with the dance floor in between, there was one seat on each side of the twenty tables, the men were against the west wall and we women against the east. I could see Sarah at the far end of my row of tables. The basic event started with one formal dance on the card, we'd all be expected to dance with the man on our list for that dance, then there would be two records of free time and the second formal dance. Mark Benton was on the stage and he made the opening address, he finished with, "It's up to the guests, we realise that not everyone is into dancing all evening so, if you don't want to dance with your assigned partner, you can take a walk out on the terrace, there is also a formal garden on the other side of the terrace or you could go into the bar area to have a chat, what we ask though is, ladies, if you leave your dance card on your table and your dance partner puts his card on top of yours, we organisers will know who is with who as the evening goes along."

David was across the dance floor and at my side as the first tune was played, we stepped out on the dance floor and even though the music would be classed as pop music, the basic tempo was that of a waltz so David and I were able to do a simple waltz step as we moved around the room. I could see Sarah and Robin at the far end of the room, I could see that Robin was flirting with Sarah as they danced and she was lapping it up.

Peter tapped my shoulder, "I said, do you and John actually swing or do you just go with the men that John tells you to go with?"

Now...I totally surprised myself, I thought that I would slap Peter's face for asking me a question like that, even when drunk, I would have objected to a question like that, even from our bank manager who had been to lots of functions with me and my husband..."No, we don't swing and I don't screw with other men, John just asks me to dance with a few men and let them flirt with me a little!"

Wow, my level of openness surprised me, especially with our bank manager, we'd been to a great many of the same functions over the years but I'd never call him a friend of mine...John had to be nice to him though because John often needed Peter's services for loans and other banking services. Our dance finished and there would be two tunes, the volume turned down to encourage conversation between the participants.

Peter encouraged me to finish my drink so that he could fetch me another one, I didn't have more than a swallow left in my glass so I sank the lot in one go. I asked if I could have a glass of white wine but Peter told me that the women were all getting Blue Hawaiian cocktails and the men were all getting Zombies from the organisers so I guess it was the blue cocktail for me once again.

Ray Clarke from room two-zero-five guided Helen Green, from room one-zero-five, to her seat to my left, he asked her if she would like another drink but she turned him down...I actually got the feeling that Helen wasn't overly enamoured with Ray...not one little bit!

Ray turned to me and asked if I'd like to get a head start on our dance. Peter hadn't returned with my fresh drink at that point but I still agreed to dance with Ray. Peter returned before Ray and I actually started our dance, he placed my fresh drink at the side of my seat and he turned to Helen and started encouraging her to take another swallow from her glass because she was falling behind.

There was a moment's awkward silence as Ray and I started dancing, I broke the seal of silence by saying, "Where are you from? We're both Clarke's with an 'E'...we could be related!"

Ray smiled at me, I'm from just over the border in Leicestershire, where are you from?"

"I'm from just down the road from here...actually!"

Ray's smile broadened slightly, "Shit, that's a little close...how do you feel about incest Vicky?"

I burst out laughing and asked myself what was wrong with me, that should have been another slapped face comment but I just found it funny.

I saw Ray look across to Helen and Peter, Ray mumbled, "Hopefully Peter will get more response from her now that she's had a little more of her drink!"

I heard him perfectly well but I still said, "Sorry, what was that?"

Ray shook his head, "I was just wondering...if we are related, I hope that we're kissing cousins, because I'd love a kiss!"

I stopped dancing and he looked worried, I went up onto the tips of my toes and pressed my lips against his...I'd taken myself so much by surprise by kissing him that I hadn't even closed my eyes, I was looking straight at Sarah and Robin still dancing, Sarah looked at me and grinned before turning her back on me and concentrating on her dance with Robin.

The tune ended and there was a moment of silence, Ray said, "We have a second to grab a swallow of our drinks before the second formal dance starts."

I almost ran to my seat and Peter was just talking Helen into finishing her drink off before the next formal dance started, I took another large swallow from my fresh glass of Blue Hawaiian cocktail as Peter held Helen's glass up and waved it in the direction of one of the waiters who was out collecting dirty glasses, he nodded and held up one finger to indicate that he would be just a minute.

I joined Ray as Peter took Helen in his arms for the second dance...I noticed that Helen looked happier now than she had done when Ray escorted her back to her seat after his dance.

Ray's first question as we shuffled around to the music was, "Are you on the pill Vicky?"

I happily answered, "Yes..." and then I asked my first question...it was after all, why we're taking part in this formal evening to get to know as many of the other participants as possible before the first quiz on Saturday morning, "...what do you do for work in Leicester Ray?"

I spotted Sarah walking out of the function room and onto the terrace with her second dance partner rather than shuffle around on the dance floor with him.

Ray turned me again so that I lost sight of Sarah and her dance partner, "I own a plastics factory in Leicester, that takes up most of my time...so, are you one of the part Greek Clarkes from Northamptonshire?"

"My husband John is the fourth son of Ron Clarke and June Papandreou so he's half Greek! Are you married Ray?"

Ray laughed, "Well then, we are kissing cousins...so that's okay, does John like to have Greek sex with you Vicky?"

"My husband sees anal sex as part of his cultural heritage, he has to do it that way at least once a month."

"So, you're used to it by now then?"

"Yes, after almost twenty years, one hole is much the same as another to me!"

"Before we divorced, my wife wouldn't even allow me to put my cock near her mouth...she was a strictly missionary position and in the dark kind of a woman...what's your favourite sexual position Vicky?"

I had to think about that question a little bit, "Ermmmmm, I think I like being on top, when I'm sitting in the dressage position I can have a lovely long satisfying screw and when John gets bored just laying there while I'm having fun, he can pull me down into the racing position and get himself off."

I was once again in a position to see Sarah, she'd finished her dance a little early and was at her table taking a sip from her Blue Hawaiian cocktail, she spotted the next man on her dance card was at his table taking a drink from his glass and she walked over to him and made the approach to see if he wanted to start his dance early, I saw him smile at her, she gestured to the dance floor but he gestured towards the large French doors out onto the terrace. Sarah linked her arms with his and they walked out of the door together, out onto the terrace in the twilight. The French door was suddenly blocked by Mark Benton and one of the other members of the organising group, standing with their backs to the dance floor and looking out towards Sarah and her dance partner.

There was another French door at my end of the room so I danced Ray out in that direction. We stepped out on the terrace and I saw Sarah 'Snogging' with the older man and her right shoulder seemed to be moving up and down rhythmically and I could just see that her hand was inside his trousers...my daughter was wanking a man who was over four times her own age.

Ray was just behind me and as I watched Sarah wanking the man, Ray was lifting the back of my dress, "I like the look of the thong Vicky, that wouldn't stop me getting my cock up your bum!"

That little voice in my head said, 'Aren't you pissed off at Ray for doing that here where anyone can see him?' Even the little voice in my head had become toned down, I must have been really pissed because I didn't stop him exposing my almost bare bottom, I didn't even push his hand away when he pulled the thin strap that formed the back of my thong to one side and explore my anal muscle. He kissed the back of my neck and said, "I'd love to feel this muscle gripping my cock!" as he eased the tip of his finger past the first ring of muscle in my anus.

I was looking towards the formal garden just below the terrace, I could see that, even in the half light of twilight, there were pockets of privacy that could be used. I was looking over at Sarah as she jumped aside, she was still rubbing the elderly man's cock and now I could see it out in the open as he spurted off through her fingers and Sarah was giggling her head off as several strings of semen whipped from side to side from her fingers.

I looked over my shoulder at Ray's face, "If you had a condom, we could go down to the rose arbour and you could give it a test-drive!"

Ray kissed me on my lips, "Why do I need a condom to fuck you in your arse...I can't make you pregnant!"

I screwed my face up, "You haven't really thought it out, think of the mess, even if you don't shoot me up there, your cock will be a right mess and if you did shoot, I'd leave a trail all around the hotel after!"

Suddenly we'd lost the opportunity, my third dance partner was looking for me.

I joined William Cooper on the dance floor, he took up the pose for the third dance, he had a broad grin on his face as I stepped in and mirrored his stance while waiting for the music to start, he grinned at me, "Did I spoil something out there between you and Ray?"

The little voice in my head that had become a little more silent in the last few minutes than usual was telling me that it was none of his business but I ignored it, "We were going to go into the formal garden to have a little more fun!"

I got told off by my inner voice but William Cooper smiled at what I'd said so he, at least, was happy.

He didn't take my hand, the music had started but we weren't dancing. I spotted Sarah standing in the doorway talking to Mark Benton and the other member of the organisation running the weekend, she had just given her partner for this dance an orgasm with her hand, I saw Mark gesture towards the fire exit and then I spotted that there was also a sign saying rooms one-twenty and two-twenty, so there was another stairway at that end of the hotel, I saw Sarah nod her head and then she linked her right arm in Mark's left arm and her left arm in the right arm of the second man and all three of them walked across the dance floor towards the fire exit or, more likely, the stairway to Sarah's bedroom.

William touched my arm to get my attention off of Sarah and two forty year old men going through the door to the fire escape or stairwell, "If you were looking for a little fun, why don't we take our dance up in your bedroom?"

I said "Okay," even though the little inner voice was trying to shout 'Bleeding cheek!' over my outer voice.

William took me to my table and he turned my dance card, ninety degrees from where it had started and he encouraged me to finish the last of my second cocktail, as I emptied my glass, William lined his dance card up on top of mine, in line with mine, rather than across it as it would be while we were dancing or chatting.

We went up the back stairs even though the main stairway was closer to my table, Sarah's bedroom door wasn't totally closed and as I walked past with William in close attendance, I could hear Sarah gasping with pleasure through her partially open door.

I unlocked my bedroom door and turned the light on, the chambermaid had been into my room, she had tidied the room up and had turned the bed down, a little chocolate placed on my pillow and a large box of condoms on top of the bedside table. I went to close the door behind William but he stopped me, "It's a little anti-social to lock people out...don't you think?"

I nodded my head in agreement and left my door open a crack, the way that Sarah's bedroom door had been left.

William was just talking to me like we were at an afternoon tea party as he undressed himself and I stood watching him, I wasn't used to being with a stranger as he undressed so I didn't know if I was expected to undress at the same time...or even how 'Undressed' he would expect me to get. William was totally naked before he stepped in and kissed me for the first time, he had quite a lovely looking cock, not massive, it was about as big as my husband's cock, if anything, a little thicker but the main difference was that William's cock had a bend in it like a banana, the head of his cock bent in towards his belly...the little voice in my head that usually advised me not to do certain things, whispered, 'I'll bet that feels nice ribbing against the roof of your cunt!"

William asked me if it was okay for him to take my dress off, I just nodded my head and he unfastened the hook and eye just above the zip at the back of my dress and he pulled the zip down. My dress sailed to the floor and formed a puddle around my ankles that I had to step out of. My knickers were next to be pulled off, William said, "A little bird tells me that you like to have sex in the girl on top position!"

I nodded my head and William walked away from me and lay in the middle of my bed, on his back and he was rubbing his cock with his hand to make sure that it was as hard as possible.

I knelt at his side, lifted my left knee and straddled his hips, he lifted his cock into position and I wiggled my hips, sliding my cunt down the length of his cock. I was in what I called my dressage position, my body bolt upright and I did little rocking motions, back and forth, it wasn't a brilliant position for the man, I knew that, I didn't put enough movement or speed in my movements to give him his pleasure, the bend in his cock was a nice addition though, it started getting me off much faster than John's totally straight cock...and just as that thought entered my mind my mobile phone rang. I leaned over to pick up the call, I put my finger to my lips and whispered, "It's my husband!" to try to keep quiet William.

John opened the conversation with, "Well, it's been a hell of a trip but I'm finally at my hotel, I think that the Stasi are still bugging the hotel rooms over here...how's your and Sarah's room?"

I stopped making even the little movements on William's cock as I told John that the welcome party was still going strong, I lied and said that Sarah was still dancing, "I left the party early because I think my drink was a little too strong for me so I came up to my room."

"That's a pity darling, I was hoping that as we didn't have our usual Thursday evening play time yesterday that you'd be a little horny this weekend..." William overheard that comment through the little speaker in my phone because there was a lull in the general noise from the party in the function room below my bedroom and he smiled at me before he started rolling his hips so that his cock moved inside my cunt, "...and with twenty men and twenty women, I was hoping that you'd find someone to have a little fun...oh, before I forget, I think that one of my cousins might be at the quiz weekend with you, his wife divorced him last year, left him devastated, perhaps you could have a little fun with him, after the year he's had, he could do with a little fun!"

I purred a little at the pleasure from the cock rubbing against the roof of my vagina, "I think I may have met him earlier, if his name is Ray, I even danced with him!"

"How many drinks have you had tonight darling?"

"Just one I think!" I lied as I knew that I'd had two drinks.

I heard John laugh in his own hotel room, "Was Ray alone by your drink at any time?"

"I don't...oh, he could have been, I was dancing with Peter Grantham...you know, our bank manager and Ray was waiting by my table when I got back from my dance with Peter!"

My telling John that Peter Grantham was there as well stopped John laughing, "I had thought that perhaps my Cousin Ray could have spiked your drink with something like ecstasy so that he could talk you into bed with him but if that snake Peter Grantham is there as well, he could have spiked your drink as well, you could have got a double dose!"

William sped up a little and he pulled my upper body down on to his chest, he found the drawstring that held the front of my basque over my breasts and my tits fell against his chest. I groaned with pleasure, switched my phone to hands free and dropped it on the bed at the side of William's head. That little voice in my head said, 'It's a good job that William isn't like John or your husband would hear his balls slapping against your arse by now!" My little voice was right, John only pulled me down against his chest when I'd been fucking him from above because he'd become bored and wanted to get himself off as quickly as he could and it sounded more like he was slapping me at that point. My lips clamped onto William's to stop my groaning in pleasure going across the telephone network.

"You sound really turned on darling!"

I pulled my lips away from William's and hissed, "I am...I think I really missed our fuck last night!" I groaned in pleasure again so planted my lips on William's again.

"Are your knickers really wet?"

William hit the sweet spot again causing me to groan as I said, "No, they were too wet when I got to my room so I had to take them off!"

I heard a knock on the door but not my door, it was John's hotel room door. "Fuck it...that'll be Kurt, he's taking me to a strip club for a little entertainment..."John shouted that he'd be a minute, "...I'm sure that you've been drugged darling, it may have been my cousin or it could have been Peter Grantham, either way, if you leave your bedroom door unlocked, you'll probably find out when they join you in your room later!"

I was on the edge of paroxysm and to prevent falling into a full orgasm, I bit down on William's collarbone and because my mouth was full of flesh, it made my "Good-bye," sound very sleepy.

John turned a little sharp, "Vicky, don't go to sleep yet...go and unlock your door first...remember, open it just a little and have a fun night darling!"

I took a deep breath and shook the shiver off of my body before saying, "Will do darling, you have fun too!"

I closed the call down and accidentally knocked my phone off of the bed and onto the floor, William said, "I almost climaxed just from you chatting to your husband on the phone while I was fucking you!"

I relaxed into my climax and that made William pull me down tighter against his chest, both of his arms clamping me against him and then I felt another hand stroking my bum, I stopped biting William's collar bone and looked over my shoulder, Ray Clarke was standing at the side of my bed stroking my bum as he looked deep into my arse crack, he looked at my face and smiled, "Can I come on board as well Vicky darling?"

I nodded my head, "But before you do, can you pick my phone up off of the floor please!"

The phone was popped onto the bedside table and Ray took a condom from the box that the chambermaid had placed at the side of my bed. It was my first time with two men fucking me and it certainly did make me feel very full but it was all pleasure. I was settling in to being the plaything of two men vying for each other to take the most pleasure from my body when there was a conversation outside my bedroom door, I looked over, Mark Benton was in the passageway outside my open door, he was naked, as was the man asking him what room the fifteen year old girl was in, Mark pointed down the passageway, "All the way to the end of the passage, room one-twenty but when I left her there were two men waiting so it may be a while before she's free!"

"That's okay, I can wait, I've emptied my balls into my quiz-mate's cunt."

I recognised Alan Yeats voice and he was just leaving room one-zero-three.

Mark walked in my room, he pulled my lips off of Alan's mouth and said, "Here, talk my cock in your mouth, see if you can taste your daughter's pussy juice on my cock, I've just fucked her for thirty minutes solid without a condom on!"

I started sucking Mark's cock and William filled his condom because Mark had just told me that he'd come straight from fucking my fifteen year old daughter. There was a little rocking and rolling as William extricated himself from the bottom of the stack, Ray rolled onto his back, pulling me on top of him so that his cock never left my arse and my mouth never left Mark's cock. Peter Grantham chose that moment to walk into my room, totally naked, he casually selected a condom from the box at the side of my bed and climbed in between my thighs, fucking down into my body, pressing me down on top of Ray.

Peter was fucking me hard and he started talking to Ray, "You almost blew it with Helen Green, she hadn't drunk nearly enough Blue Hawaiian cocktail to be compliant, I managed to get her to drink one and a half glasses before I took her to her bedroom and fucked her arse off, she saw herself as a lesbian before I fucked her...pity she won't remember the fun we had together in the morning!"

Peter's hard fucking turned more like 'Revenge' fucking, he thought that he was degrading me with his bestial attack with his cock but he was actually managing to cut through the fog of booze in my head and he gave me a massive orgasm...Peter was trying to empty his balls into me as quickly as he could, he was actually disappointed that I achieved my orgasm before he reached his and that disappointment proved to me that he just wanted to fuck me hard, take his pleasure out of my body but give none in return. In the confused state that my brain was in and my body rolling through orgasm after orgasm, I could only put the revenge down to some slight felt by Peter because John had never pointed me in his direction at a function and asked me to be nice to him but that was mainly because John was very successful and never needed any favours from our bank manager and I'm sure that Peter misunderstood my arrangement with my husband on those occasions ended at flirting, I'm sure that Peter assumed that my friendliness extended beyond the dance floor and into my bedroom.

The number and power of my orgasms rushing together as well as the strong drinks I'd had an hour earlier were bubbling together forming a clearing in not only my current fog but also in the fog of many years...John sent me off to be nice to dozens, if not hundreds of men, over the years and every time he did, once back at his side he always asked if it had excited me dancing and flirting with strangers and friend alike, and we never got as far as home without stopping off enroot for him to empty his balls in my body or mouth...even on one occasion when Sarah was with us on a Christmas formal party, I'd been entertaining men all evening, allowing them to flirt with me and me flirting back as we danced. Sarah had fallen asleep on the back seat and as John drove us home he pulled my head down to his lap and I sucked his cock as we drove along and as John neared his orgasm, he told me that he'd followed one of my dance partners into the men's toilet when he left me and could hear the man wanking in one of the stalls. John chose that point to start his climax and he pushed my forehead away from his lap and he said over his shoulder, "Have you woken up Sarah darling?"

As I pulled my head away from his lap, his salvoes washed over my face, I had his spunk in my eyes, over my nose and cheeks, I looked to see how 'awake' Sarah actually was, she was in the process of sitting up but her eyes were wide open, John looked over his shoulder, "Sarah darling, is there a packet of tissues on the back of my seat?" John knew full well that there was, I actually replaced it after every fuck we had in the back seat of the car when we drove home alone at night from a function.

There was a sleepy "Yes," from the back seat.

"Pass them to mummy please darling, she has a little of my mess on her face!"

Sarah had giggled at that comment from her father, it was harder to remember just how old she had been on that occasion, it was at least three years ago, so she would have been eleven and a half or twelve and a half but she had giggled when John told her that the mess on my face was his mess...mess...mess!

I left the room, the second of mental clarity had come just before my body turned my brain off for a moment while it tried to keep my blood pumping and my body drawing in enough oxygen to keep my heart and other muscles fed. When my senses returned, I was on my back on the mattress, Ray had gone as had Peter, my thighs were still wide open though and the man from room two-seventeen was grunting into me, he saw my eyes were open and he smiled at me, he kissed me and then he fell against my chest panting through his orgasm. He rolled off of me and he giggled, "I'm really sorry about that but I have a necrophilia fantasy and finding you unconscious was a real turn on for me!"

I was visited by a few more men but only one at a time after William, Ray, Peter and Mark. One of the advantages of there being twenty men and twenty women at the quiz, the only mismatch was the five men that were organising the event and they wanted their crack at the women invited to take part in the quiz weekend.

At midnight I left my room, I was now totally naked as I walked along the corridor to Sarah's bedroom, I passed a few naked men as I walked along and every man I passed wanted a kiss, a fondle or to quickly dip their cock in my cunt as we crossed paths. It was actually weird to see so many men walking around with permanent erections that they wanted to dip in any cunt they came across me, I also realised that some were using their dance cards to mark who they had fucked during the evening.

I got to Sarah's room and she was in the middle of an orgasm under one of the other organisers, so she'd had sex with three of the organisers during the formal evening to my knowledge, after he pulled out of her cunt and threw his condom into her bin, I closed her bedroom door, locked it and I joined her in her bed where we fell asleep in each other's arms within seconds. I didn't sleep all night long, the door handle was rattled several times in the night as men tried to get at Sarah again but it just disturbed me momentarily and I went back to sleep. At eight o'clock, Sarah's phone rang, I answered it to a recorded message from the hotel's computer telling me that breakfast would be served in the main dining room at eight thirty.

I shook Sarah and told her that she needed to take a shower and that I'd meet her in the main dining room. I unlocked her bedroom door and she grabbed my arm, "Mum, you can't go out there...you're naked, where's your dressing gown?"

I laughed at her, "I didn't bother putting one on when I came down here last night so I don't have one to wear to go back to my own room!"

Sarah was trying to get me to borrow her dressing gown but I shook her off and opened her bedroom door, Sarah stopped me again, "Mum, what's all this in my bin?"

I looked in to her bin, it was twenty condoms and hands full of tissues. I looked from her bin to her face and said, "Condoms and tissues!" and then I gestured my head to her bedside table, the open multi-pack that still had thirty unused condoms waiting for a cock to fill them.

I went back to my room without passing anyone in the passageway between Sarah's room and my room. My bedroom door was still wide open the way I'd left it at midnight when I went to Sarah's room and I left it open after going into my room. I also left my bathroom door open when I went into my shower. I was still showering when Sarah called out, "Mum, why is your bedroom door wide open?" and she was suddenly in the bathroom with me, "Mum, you never know who's walking past!"

Sarah was wearing one of the new outfits that her father had brought home from work, a blouse and skirt that were from his companies next summer's catalogue and he'd got Sarah and I matching outfits.

I walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, my bedroom door had been closed by my daughter and now she was standing, looking in my bin, "Mum, you have ten used condoms in your bin, how come I have twenty condoms and you have ten?"

"Because men usually like younger women darling, you were obviously at least twice as popular as I was last night!"

Sarah's face reddened, "What are you talking about mum?"

"You had sex with at least twenty-one men last night and you masturbated one out on the terrace before you brought two men up to your room for fun."

Sarah looked shocked and she shook her head, "I didn't...I'm sure that I didn't!"

"It isn't your fault darling, the organisers drugged us all last night, some kind of drug that made us women susceptible to sex and it seems to have some kind of amnesiac quality too so that we forgot all about it!"

"Well then, how come you can remember what happened?"

I smiled, "I think it's because I don't like alcohol as much as you, I drank very slowly and didn't finish both of my cocktails last night and you drank your two, very quickly indeed!"

I finished drying my body and dressed in the same outfit that Sarah was wearing, we really did look more like sisters than mother and daughter.

We ate breakfast on our assigned tables, this time, the woman from room one-zero-one was seated with Robin Thorpe from room two-twenty and Sarah was on a table with the man from room two-zero-one while I was on the table with Conrad Hurst from room two-seventeen. We were just having a general conversation, nothing was mentioned about the previous evening, even though I remembered that Conrad was one of the men that had bumped into me on my way to Sarah's bedroom, he had either just left Sarah's room or room one-nineteen when he came across me, he kissed me and he slipped his erect cock into my body for a few seconds. He asked me if I'd ever had a go at archery. I shook my head. Conrad said, "I did a little while I was at school but nothing since."

I was a little confused, "Why is archery important?"

"After the general science round, a quarter of us will be taking part in archery, a quarter will be playing pitch and put, a quarter will be on the lake racing rowing boats to the island in the middle of the lake and the final quarter will be racing go-carts on the track."

So that was the day outlined, a written quiz, followed by one of the physical tasks and then another written quiz and one of the other physical tasks.

I did okay on the general science and was in the rowing group for the first physical challenge which saw me stone last, the third event was a film quiz which I came second in and the final challenge of the morning was a go-cart race around the hotel's own track which I won.

Lunch was another staged affaire, while all of the other group meetings had a simple mathematical progression but the seating plan for Saturday lunch appeared to have been more random, I got the feeling that the men had picked, in some way, the woman that they wanted to eat with. The noise during the meal was almost deafening, there were lots of laughing and joking around, there was covert flirting as well as some very overt flirting and then we were called back to the quiz room, a written geography quiz that was, once again, marked as we took part in another physical challenge.

At the start of our final quiz of the day, a general knowledge quiz, an announcement was made that they had a problem in the kitchens, the main oven had an issue and an engineer was working on the fault and that because of that, dinner this evening would be late, probably starting at eight o'clock or even eight thirty. The man sitting next to me asked me if I'd brought a swimming costume with me, I shook my head. He smiled and asked, "If they haven't organised anything to do before dinner, would you be interested in a little skinny dipping?"

"Where?"

"Well, if enough people are interested, we can go and ask the hotel manager if he will open the pool for us!" I looked around the other contestants, it seemed to me that similar whispered conversations were going on all around us.

"I'm game to try a little skinny dipping if they haven't thought up something else to entertain us."

On the way to the final physical challenge, Sarah ran through the swarm of people leaving the building, Sarah would be heading to the go-cart track and I would be taking pot-shots on the archery target. Sarah caught my arm and pulled me out of the stream of people leaving the hotel for their assigned physical challenges. Once I was clear of the stream of people Sarah whispered, "Mum, that dirty old bastard just asked me if I'd like to go skinny dipping with him before dinner!"

I looked in the direction that she was pointing and said, "Darling, at the dance last night, you took that man out onto the terrace and you opened his trousers, by the time I got out there, you were masturbating him hard while two men watched you and after you got him off, you went to bed with the two men who were watching you...he's probably the only one who didn't see you naked last night...anyway, you won't be alone, I think everyone has been invited to the skinny dipping party."

I ended up half way down the leader board on the archery test and about the same in the general knowledge quiz and all that was left was the golf or rather pitch and put challenge. We all met up in the main function room, I took overall third place in the day's competitions. There was a round of Virgin Blue Hawaiian cocktails for the girls and the guys had their Viagra Zombie cocktail. I watched Sarah drink her cocktail down in one go, she got quite giggly even though there was no alcohol in it so I guessed that there was ecstasy in the cocktail, even if there was no alcohol in it. Sarah was actually naked before anyone had even moved out of the main function room and was walking towards the pool arm in arm with two of the older men.

I didn't actually touch my cocktail this time to help me over my inner inhibitions, I decided that I didn't mind men seeing me naked and I certainly didn't mind seeing men naked, especially when they were all permanently hard, even the oldest of the men had permanent boners standing out in front of them.

I let Peter guide me down to the pool and as I slipped into the water I spotted Sarah standing in the pool, water level with her breasts, one man in front of her and one behind, she was obviously already steeped in her Greek heritage, judging by how hard the man behind her was pounding his cock into her.

Peter ended up guiding me to stand next to Sarah and I too took one cock up my bum and one in my cunt as Sarah and I took care of four men, leaving two women uncovered for the five men organising the event to make do with.

We were allowed to play in the pool for an hour and then they called us to dinner, we ate in the main dining room, all still totally naked and then after the meal, we paired off using two hats, one containing the women's names and one the names of the men, I drew a man called Tom Bowman who was a fund manager for a London based investment company. We spent the whole night together, between the Viagra and the sounds of fucking coming from all sides, I didn't get much sleep over night.

On Sunday morning, there was one table set for four people, mine and Tom's name were on one side and Sarah and Robin Thorpe's names on the other side.

I noticed that with the exception of Helen Green, most women at breakfast were exchanging details with several of the men that had fucked them over the weekend. Sarah had twenty-five business cards from men on the quiz weekend, one from every man taking part and one each from all five of the organisers.

We had one last written quiz and while they were marking that, we had indoor physical challenges, there were ten people playing darts, ten playing table skittles, ten playing pool and the final ten playing long alley skittles. We had Sunday lunch while the final reckoning was made and I had moved up to overall second place and Sarah came in fourth.

The quiz weekend was over and as we checked out, we were asked to fill in questionnaires online to say how much we'd enjoyed the first ever quiz weekend organised by the Weekend Quiz Company.

On the drive home I told Sarah that we were both going to see the doctor as soon as we could to get the morning after pill, just to be sure that we didn't cop for a bun in the oven at any point during the weekend.

John would be home late, he was on the last flight from Poland. We had an unexpected visit from one of our cousins in the afternoon, her father had received a flyer from the Weekend Quiz Company, it was looking for people to take part in a free quiz weekend as a promotional event and her father had given the flier to her to see if she was interested in it, even though she was only fifteen. "My dad said that Uncle John has already been picked for one of the twenty men's places at the quiz and I wanted to ask him how he got his place so easily."

I looked at her, "Are you wearing sexy underwear Laura darling?"

She shook her head, "My dad keeps buying me nice things but mum will only allow me to wear white."

I said, "It's a pity...once you send in the email requesting being added to the weekend, they'll ask you for a picture and the sexier the picture, the more chance of you being picked!"

Sarah grabbed her cousins arm, "I've got some very sexy underwear, come on, I'll take your picture so that you can send it in, see if that wins you a place, it'll be great fun!"

Laura suggested that Sarah might want to apply as well, she thought that it might be great fun if they could go together. Sarah pretended to be excited but then she came down quickly, "My dad would never let me go to one of these things...I'll bet it is one massive orgy all weekend long!"

I smiled as Sarah led Laura up to her bedroom to get dressed up as sexily as possible for her photograph, and I wondered if it had been John that had organised for Laura's father to be included in the list of recipients of the flier from The Weekend Quiz Company and if the following week, Laura's father might be going on yet another, one and only 'Free quiz weekend'...and was our weekend the very first one or was it just one in a long list of quiz weekends?

I had logic on my side, even five star hotels struggled to fill rooms on a weekend, often charging as little as twenty-five pounds for a double room on Friday and Saturday evenings but I was sure that wealthy business men would pay good money for a weekend's entertainment including unfettered access to normally staid and faithful married women and young girls.

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