Party at The Hall  
By Crossmanx at - crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - comments and ideas welcome.
The best parties all have their own unique style and entertainment!

Party at The Hall

Peter had almost reached his destination, the house in the countryside where
the party was taking place, the home of John and Edith Fawcett, or should that
be Fawcett Hall. Fawcett Hall was the official name of the house, the large
house, the country estate that the Fawcett family lived in. It had been in the
family since a relative had 'helped' the King some two or three hundred years
ago, or something like that. After which, the Hall had been given to the
Fawcett's by a grateful monarch. No one in the family really mined when any
referred to the place as a minor stately home, the house, the Hall, wasn't
'that' big, but it was large enough for just this family.

The Fawcett's were a well establish family in this area, and took part in many
activities, groups, plus civil duties, as well as social and fund-raising
events that happened all over the Meadowside District. Edith Fawcett was
chairwoman of the district Women's Institute and organised the Country Fete
and the prestigious Best Garden completion and District Flower show. While
John was a local Magistrate and Chairman of a dozen different social groups,
hunts, fishing groups, shooting clubs, that sort of thing. He was also the
most important member and president of the golf club!

They had two Daughters and a Son. Dora and Adam, where the youngest, twins,
and Felicity was slightly older. Adam was the quiet one, never in trouble,
never in the limelight, never to be seen, he liked it that way. As for the
girls, they had the posh names and also had the privilege and 'proper'
schooling and upbringing, but they were defiantly not, too much, like their
parents. Even so, sometimes the girls did have their charming, delightful
moments and the parents maybe had their own rebellious times! So, this was the
Fawcett family living in their, large, stylish, well establish, grand, even
slightly stately, home, Fawcett Hall.

Peter was coming down the long driveway, the approach to the Hall, finally he
got to the end and there was the Hall, the large county seat of the Fawcett
family. He looked at his watch, 'late' but he was 'fashionably late' so that
was just fine. Two minutes later and Peter was at the door where Jenkins, the
family butler, or was it 'head of the household staff', was holding the door
open to let the latest guest enter the Hall.

As he walked in and Jenkins took his coat and driving gloves Peter had a quick
look around, there was Muriel and David stood talking in the large entrance
hall, and the sound of music and conversation was drifting out of the large
open wooden double doors that lead into the drawing room where most of the
guests where. Peter raised his arm and waved a 'hello'' to Charles who was
halfway up the stairs. Admiring one of the line of portraits that covered the
wall as you ascended the stairs.

As Peter went into the drawing room, Charles had a quick look round, Muriel
and David where too engrossed in their conversation about horses, so the man
now carried on up the stairs and out of sight of everyone. Inside the drawing
room Peter was greeted by Edith, the normal kiss on the cheek, followed by
"How is your Mother, so sorry she couldn't make it tonight. Do tell me all
about what she is doing and what is this I've hear about your Sister and an
upcoming engagement, or is that just rumour?"

The Fawcett 'parties' where very much a 'social event', especially around this
area, the countryside can be nice and quiet, even tranquil, but every now and
again there needed to be a party, a gathering. A chance for the 'gentry' to
indulge in food, drink, music, conversation and entertainment. The parties,
the soirees at Fawcett Hall where known to be all of these and more, a must
for the social calendar here in the countryside, and beyond. So much so they
attracted people of quality, like Peter, from the city and far beyond whenever
one was held.

Edith took Peter around and he was soon chatting with the other guests,
catching up with old friends and making new acquaintances. Edith handed Peter
over to Cecilia and Arthur, so she could move on and circulate around her
other guests. Before she moved away, she got a quick, and unseen hand onto
Peter's firm butt. Peter might well be half her age and the son of one of her
close friends, but still she couldn't resist and she 'knew' that he wouldn't
mind. After all the two of them had had a 'special relationship' for a number
of years now.

As Edith moved on to her other guests the younger Peter wondered if he would
be 'required' later on, just then John, Edith's husband came over. He looked
as if he'd already had a drink or two and was starting to get into the party
spirt, so Peter was confident he would be one of the last to leave the party
tonight, in fact he was quite assured he'd be staying the night, one way or
the other!

Edith carried on with her mingling around all the other guests while Peter was
now on the receiving end of one of John's talks about how the young man should
be now getting into this business or taking that opportunity. Meanwhile
upstairs and there was another member of the Fawcett family doing her bit to
get everyone in the party mood.

Upstairs in her room was Dora, she was one of the twins and the youngest of
John and Edith's children, a girl with her own mind and way of doing things.
But still she kept to the families' customs, traditions and their high
standards of etiquette and behaviours, most of the time, maybe. But she also
knew how to carry out all those bad traits the family had, the traits of being
scheming, being sneaky, and knowing how to look after one's self. All those
traits that where conducted so often behind closed doors.

Currently she was laying on her front on her bed, facing the end of the bed
and with one arm propping her up. Which left her other arm and hand free to
take hold of the nice big cock that was currently in front of her and to work
it and then to guild that cock to her waiting mouth, ready to enjoy. Charles
couldn't believe his luck as the girl still dressed in her sassy school
uniform started to work her magic with her tongue and mouth on him.

It was part of Dora's plan, stay in uniform, stay away from the party, but
just every now and again go downstairs and head to the kitchen, in the
pretence of getting something. Walk casually down the stairs, through the
hall, down the corridor and into the kitchen, but know, especially dressed
like this, she knew she'd get noticed without having to make it too obvious.
Charles had, of course, seen the girl as she went to the kitchen and liked
what he saw. So, when he got the chance he'd slipped away from all those in
the drawing room, in his pretence of 'admiring' his hosts home and all the
artwork.

Looking at all the prints and painting even those that adorned the lavish
staircase, that lead upstairs to the bedrooms! That was when Peter had come
in, but as he hadn't been 'caught', Charles moved swiftly up upstairs and
looked around. There was a door that was slightly open and with music coming
out of it, this was his clue that it was Dora's bedroom, almost as if she was
making it easy to be found! When he got to the room and pushed the door open
there was Dora, laying on the bed, in her school uniform, the pretty blond
girl looking teasing, suggestive and so ... ... ! That smile on her face told
Charles that this girl knew exactly what she wanted and was up to, and he was
happy to oblige!

After she'd got Charles to deliver, the delighted man zipped himself up and
left, he'd have to sneak back into the party and hopefully no one, including
his wife, would have missed him. But at parties likes these, especially at the
Fawcett's parties there was so much going on, anyone could easily be missed
for some time.

As Charles left the room, Dora ran her finger across her lips, to wipe away
any mess and rolled off the bed with a smile, landing on her feet she went
over to the bookcase along the far wall. She grabbed the teddy bear that was
sat there looking out of place, turned it around and checked the camera
inside, her smile turned into a grin as she checked to make sure that Charles
could be seen quite clearly. 'Yes, that was perfect, another easy victim to
blackmail!' Dora went back inside the teddy bear and pulled out a little red
book, where she began to add Charles details to her already grown number of
'benefactors!'

Downstairs in the drawing room and Charles had managed to slip in unnoticed
and also joined a conversation between four of the other guests, just as his
wife Diana was scouring the room for him. 'Oh, there he is, talking away as
normal!' Diana thought he must be somewhere here, after all where else would
he be?

Everything was going splendidly, Edith was looking around making sure everyone
was having a good time and moving people around so the conversations flowed.
At the same time, she was pointing to different people so that Jenkins could
top up their drinks, everything was under control. John was also looking
around the room and the people gathered there, he moved over towards the open
French windows and observed those guests that had spilled out onto the patio
area and into the delightful evening air. He was also keeping an eye on all
the good-looking 'fillies', mind you there were also a few 'mare's that looked
as if they could go a few furlongs around the track, and then into the stable
for a good rub down!

It was now that John saw Bettina, and he smiled "Bettina my dear, how are
you?" There were the customary kisses on each cheek and lots of laughter,
smiles and catching up as they hadn't seen each other since the start of the
racing season and that seemed so long ago now. The drawing room and the patio
area filled with the sound of laughter and conversation, there was music in
the background and Jenkins was busy topping up everyone's drinks. The doors to
the dining room where open and the tasty buffet that the Fawcett's had laid on
was also being enjoyed. John finished his conversation and moved on around the
room, looking around, checking. He thought to himself, 'everything was going
splendidly, all we need now is a bit of 'entertainment' ... ... Arh!'

He went back over and grabbed onto Bettina's hand and pulled the woman away
from her conversation with Connie and Richard, "Ladies and Gentlemen, may I
have your attention ... ... " John went into one of his normal speeches,
thanking everyone for turning up and hope they were all having a good time at
his expense, that always got a laugh. Then he carried on "I think it is time
for a touch of entertainment and I am hoping that Bettina here would indulge
us all with her little party piece!"

There was a polite round of applause with a few "good girl Bettina" and "well
done old girl", that sort of thing. At first the woman was a bit shy, but John
whipped the crowd up and Bettina final said "alright you win, yes." There was
a much better round of applause as every now moved around and occupied the
seats in the centre main area of the drawing room. There was a largish open
area that the seats all circled, where earlier a few couples had been dancing,
but now everyone was gather around, sitting, kneeling standing, all watching.

Bettina sat down on a single wooden chair that John and pulled out and
positioned near to her so she could sit. The woman looked around the gather
audience as she chose who would assist her with her party piece. But what was
her party piece, would it be a musical item, singing, playing the piano, or a
magic act, making one of the guests disappear? Maybe it was a mind reading act
or fortune-telling, even a scary seance!

The woman looked around and then "Johnny!" She'd chosen her assistance for her
party piece, there was another round of polite applause as the man stepped
from behind the settee where he was stood. There were a couple of pats on his
back as he made his way around and into the main area, a smile on his face.
Bettina now stood up as Johnny came closer to her. The tall fair-haired man,
late 20's, quite handsome especially dressed in his smart tuxedo and then the
smaller, but not too small, brunette woman. She was in her early 30's, with
her short curly hair and in a delightful red and black dress, the pair came
together in the middle of the area and, SMACK! OOOHHHHH!

Bettina had held the man's eyes as he made his way towards her, until they got
just close enough for her to make the first move. The man had known what was
going to happen, he'd been to a few parties where Bettina had done her 'party
piece' before. But as she approached the woman, he couldn't help but stare at
her face and wonder 'what if ... ... ' It had been then that the woman had
taken that step that got her just close enough to pivot, spin around and out
to the side. As she came around her fist clenched, her arm went up and out,
she hooked her elbow around slightly and then, still spinning around, she
brought her first straight into the side of the man's head.

Johnny had just taken that step closer toward the woman and it was her eyes
that he was fixed on, that was until he'd seen a flash as the woman went into
her spin, his stomach had gone up into his mouth as the realisation dawned on
him that she was making her move. But that moment had all gone so slowly and
was over in flash, all at the same time, the woman spinning around, him taking
another step forward, seeing her twirl around out of the corner of his eye and
then that thundering, dull and at the same time sharp, cold blow to the side
of his head.

The blow had made the man's head burst into a thousand sharp, needle like
pains that bounced around inside his skull. He staggered to the side, shook
his head and tried to focus his eyes when WHACK! OOOOWWW! Bettina had come to
a stop, seen Johnny wobble and garbed into the man. As she was at the side of
him, one hand went onto his shoulder, one on his arm. She saw him shake his
head and knew he was still stunned, so it would still be easy to get him into
position.

She yanks the man downwards and as his body falls her leg moves quickly, her
knee comes up into his falling chest, pounding him hard and now sending
Johnny's body flying back upwards. At the same time, the man took a step
backwards to try and gain his balance, this just gave Bettina another
opportunity to make her next move. The woman throw herself around, another
twirl, if only she'd taken up ballet properly, she might have made it to the
national theatre?

As she came around Bettina lifts her leg, the split in the side of her dress
aided this move, she hooked the leg and slammed her shoe, the high heeled
shoe, straight into Johnny's groin, THUD! OOOUUUHHH! There was an appreciative
round of applause as the new blow sent the already staggering man toppling
further back and down to the floor. Johnny landed with a bang on his arse just
in front of one of the settees, where three females of the audience where sat
enjoying the show.

The woman were all pleased to see the man drop down in front of them, but he
was only there for only a moment as Bettina was onto him in a flash. Before he
could realise what had happened there were two hands grabbing hold of him and
dragging him back up onto his feet. As he was hauled up, Maureen, one of the
woman sat down, couldn't resist but to push herself forward and use her foot.
Sending it into Johnny arse, her way of 'helping' him back up! The extra kick
in his butt, and being pulled up meant that the man now went tumbling
forwards, but somehow, as he tumbled and twisted around, flapping his arms
around, he managed to stay on his feet.

He took another two, three staggering steps before he had come to a halt and
after a little wobble he'd fully steadied himself, Johnny was pleased with
that 'now where ... ... ?' SMACK! OOOHHHHH! A very hard backhand came crashing
across his face, there was a loud "OOOOHHH!" From the audience, as the man
went back and upwards, his whole body lifted up, the blow was that hard, it
even took the man up onto his tip toes. Add to that the splattering of blood
as his lip was well and truly cut and applause now filled the room, showing
the audiences appreciation of that particular strike.

As Johnny's whole body seemed to now come back down there was a follow up,
THUD! UUUHHHHHH! A plain, simple, but very effective clenched fist to his
stomach, driving the air out of the man and making him now stagger around,
doubled over and gasping for breath. As he was doubled over it would be a
shame to waste of such a good opportunity, to do this, WALLOP! OOOOOWWW!
Bettina grabbed onto the bent man's shoulder and throw her knee up into his
face, once more sending poor Johnny staggering backwards, and his time with an
even more bloody face.

With blood running from his nose and cut lip, and signs of the bruising coming
out already, Johnny was finding it difficult to focus, but still, somehow, he
managed to steady himself and stay up right. This ability to stay on his feet
didn't go unnoticed and Bettina was a little frustrated that he wasn't already
down on the floor or on his knees by now. The determined woman now brushed her
hands, almost stormed over the very wobbly Johnny and CRACK! ARRRHHHH!

Not the most skilful strike or thought through blow, but rather just an angry
kick, but an effective one. Bettina shot her foot forward, sending the point
of her shoe, very sharply and very hard into the man's kneecap. The sound of
'cracking' made everyone either winch, draw in air or give a gasp of horror!
This was very quickly followed by another round of excited applause as Johnny
grabbed onto his very swollen, throbbing, hurt and injured knee. Making the
man hop around and look quite funny, indeed.

As he hopped around in agony, much to the audience amusement, Bettina went in
again, she lurched forward, reached out and grabbed onto the man. She grabs
onto his jacket, her grip is tight, she rips the pocket but still has a good
hold and WOOOSSSHHH! THUD! She turns and throws the man over and down to the
floor, it a very hard blow, Johnny hits the floor hard and bounces back up,
the sound of the man hitting the ground must have echoes throughout the whole
of Fawcett Hall. There a stunned moment of silence as Johnny body bounces back
up of off the floor, followed by SMASH!

As the man's head came back up the woman's shoe came pounding back in and
slammed into the side of his jaw. Johnny bounced, was hit and then went
rolling over and across the floor. The blow had sent him out cold and the
drawing room now erupted with the most vigorous applause and congratulations
for Bettina for her emphatic victory here tonight. Now this was the sort of
entertainment that everyone here enjoyed. Bettina's little party piece had
proved to be a hit with everyone, and again the Fawcett's had laid on quite a
splendid party that would be remembered by all the guests.

With the 'entertainment' over there was an enthusiastic, if still polite,
round of applause, John Fawcett turned to Charles and said "I've never failed
to see that woman beat any man!" Now the host moved towards Bettina and held
onto the woman's shoulder and gave her a kiss on both cheek. He placed his arm
around her shoulder and congratulating the woman on a fine performance, then
raising his arm to quieten the slightly over excited audience. "Isn't she
amazing ... " some more applause " ... ... now then everyone if we can all
move out onto the garden we have another surprise for you all."

The guests now moved towards the French windows, John still had his arm around
Bettina, who was getting many 'congratulations' from everyone as they all
moved forward. Many of the women were determined to get a quite chat with
Bettina, all determined to ask the same questions "can you show me how to do
that?" or "what would it take for you to choose my husband next time?" Bettina
was always very popular after one of her party pieces!

When everyone had eagerly moved out through the open doors and onto the patio
area, a grand firework display now started. Everyone marvelled at how
wonderful an evening this had been, so far, could it get any better? The
Fawcett's always throw a grand party, BANG! BANG! The fireworks began to fly
high and exploded and the guests below gasped and applauded with much delight.

Down in the village close to Fawcett Hall and there were some other banging
goings on! As the fireworks exploded and light up the evening sky at the Hall,
in the village rectory, young Adam Fawcett was behind Mrs Parsons, giving the
vicar's wife, some banging of his own! Mrs Parsons was the wife of the
Reverend Parsons, a woman who enjoyed and indulged in 'nurturing' the younger
males in the local area while her husband was about tending to his pastoral
flock!

When young Adam for the Hall had appeared at the vicarage door, the Reverend's
wife had invited him inside for her own 'prayer meeting!' The woman had
dropped down to her knee, put her hands together, around a good size boy cock
and as she opened her mouth she would pray her husband wouldn't be back home
anytime soon.

Tonight, the Reverend was out giving a talk on morality to the women's
institute while his wife had welcomed into her bed the young Adam. He'd easily
sneaked out of the Hall, after all, there was a party going on and no one
would miss him. No one noticed Adam, he stayed out the way in the family and
he liked it that way. No one noticed him 'except', a few discerning women,
here and there, a few ladies who were drawn to a quiet, cute, shy little lad.
Women who all thought they could tease and lure him and then turn him into a
man. But when they had worked on the lad, got him all alone, they soon found
out the little lad was in fact a big boy. In fact, it was him that had
ensnared them and he was going to now take these woman, and not surprisingly
they were all quite happy to be taken.

Through the bedroom window the lad could hear and see the fireworks going off
and knew by the way Mrs Parsons was calling out "Yes! Fuck me harder boy!"
That there would soon be some more explosions bursting here. 'Oh. Yes!' There
was still some pounding to do, but the fuse was well and truly lit and there
was going to be one really big bang that would engulf Adam and Mrs Parsons,
and it was on its way.

Back up at the Hall whilst the banging carried on all around, that was the
fireworks, and everyone was outside watching the display, well not everyone.
Upstairs and the door to Dora's bedroom opened and David put his head around
the door to see the schoolgirl lying there on her bed. Dora's eye moved over
to the teddy bear to make sure it was in position, then she turned back to the
man who was entering her room and she smiled at him.

Downstairs and Jenkins has assisted Johnny to come too and was aiding him up
off of the floor and with a helpful hand the butler guided the injured man
into the library so he could recover in peace and quiet. Jenkins was prepared
with a bowl of warm water, towels and a plaster or two, so after dealing with
Johnny's obvious injuries the butler takes the man's jacket away to administer
a quick repair. Leaving the man to sit there in the chair by the desk with the
bowl of water and medical supplies on it, so Johnny can carry on wiping the
cool moist cloth over his aching face.

But as the man sits there and starts to recover all alone, the door to the
library opens and in walks Felicity, the eldest of the Fawcett's children's
and the most 'rebellious!' Johnny freezes as he sees the girl, that now closes
the door behind her and makes her way towards him. She's dressed in her own,
unique, way, high heed shoes that compensate for her lack of any great height,
long dark socks that go up above her knees and a t-shirt. The grey top has the
'superman' logo, right in the centre of her bulging chest, the top is long
almost as if it is a dress rather than a t-shirt. It's also tight fitting and
shows of the girl's slender body, curvy hips and developed chest.

As she strolls towards him the t-shirt, or dress, raises up and down with each
step, and there's a flash of red panties, the plunging neck line of the top
offers a good view of her red bra of those large breasts that seem to be
pointing at him. The girl has a focused look of her quite pretty face and the
pair of big, black, thick rimmed glasses only seem to emphasize her big hazel
eyes that stare at him. Her lips are pink and her long fairish hair is a mess,
put into pigtails, it sticks out in all direction and looks as if her hair had
just exploded. But in all this she looked just incredible!

The girl gets to and stands in front of the injured man sat in the chair, he
looks up at her not to sure what he should do now. Felicity, pushes Johnny
back into the chair and then sits down on his lap facing him, she's there
close to him, very close to him. She moves her arse around on his lap as she
gets herself 'comfortable', and makes Johnny feel well 'uncomfortable', but
just a little, maybe, slightly, excited!

Then Felicity grabs onto Johnny's painful face with her hand and moves her
face in even closer, the man can feel his heart beating faster now, and is
even more unsure about what to do. There's an uncomfortable silence as she
looks deep into his eyes, Johnny wasn't sure what this girl wanted but as her
lips parted, as she was about to speak he got a nervous feeling. "If you think
Bettina was bad for you, you need to know that I can be a bigger bitch ... ...
.!"