Dinner at my Grandpa Tom's house was certainly different to usual, my grandfather's usual meal repertoire consisted of something on toast, beans, fried egg or cheese and if he was feeling adventurous, he may have tried his hand at an omelette but for special occasions, he'd get a Chinese takeaway or KFC but tonight, my Grandma Mary had cooked an Italian pasta dish...I had no idea what pasta, the Italian's had over three hundred different pasta variations, this one looked like a plate of flatworms covered in a creamy mushroom and cheese sauce. I didn't have a starter, Tom did, his meal starter was sex with Mary in the kitchen while I was peeping at them through a crack in the partly open kitchen door...Mary had no idea that I was there but Tom did, he was looking at me as he fucked my grandmother...Not his wife...Mary was my father's mother and Tom was my mother's father.

Mary started talking about school as we ate our pasta, she asked me if Anthony Bentham was in my class at school, I was just raising my fork full of pasta to my mouth but stopped short, I thought for a moment and then I nodded my head just as a conga chain of flatworm pasta slipped off of my fork and back onto my plate, splashing cheesy mushroom sauce up the front of my t-shirt. Mary reached over the table and tried to wipe the worst of the sauce off of my shirt but she slipped and tore the neck hole's seam.

"I'm sorry darling!"

I lifted the little flap of badly behaved poly-cotton back up to my shoulder, "No problem Grandma...this shirt is very old and I've really grown out of it...it was only one step away from the rag-bag when I put it on today. Why did you ask about Anthony Bentham?"

Mary giggled, "I think he has developed an interest in girls!"

I shook my head, "I don't think so grandma, he's only interested in football, he's in my class this year for the first time."

There was a sly look over to Tom before she looked back at my face, "I saw him in the department store in Wellingborough on Saturday, he was hanging about around the ladies changing room, trying to peek into the cubicles when women getting changed got careless...you should try talking to him at school but get him on his own, he'll act differently if none of his friends are around!"

I shook my head, "Boys at my school don't talk to girls and you never see them on their own, every minute of free time, they're on the field playing football."

Mary gave me a confused look, "Haven't boys started to flirt with you since you started to..." Mary's eyes flicked from my face down to my breasts, "...started to grow so much since Christmas?"

I let my eyes flick over to Tom, I shook my head again, "No, not really, they've started looking at me but none of them have really spoken to me, my friends all think that we'd have to take up football to get a boy interested in us!"

The rest of the meal was accompanied by a barrage of questions from Mary, like how I dressed for school, Mary knew that I had limited options because of school uniform, she wanted to know if I wore trousers to school or a dress or skirt, "Skirt!" Did I wear woollen tights under my skirt? "I was wearing navy tights under my skirt until May but since then, just ankle socks."

Mary thought for a moment, "Do you wear a tie?"

I nodded my head.

"Are you allowed to go to school without a tie on though?"

"I could get away with having an open collar so long as I have my shirt collar outside my blazer's collar."

Mary ate her last fork full of pasta, then she pointed her fork at me, "My advice to you would be to wear one of your really thin nylon shirts, don't wear your tie, leave two buttons on your blouse open at the neck and don't button your blazer up, that will show off your neck more...see if that makes Anthony show a little more interest in you."

Tom told us to go and watch a little TV while he washed the dishes.

I cleared the table for him while Mary went through to the living room.

Mary was sitting on the sofa in front of the TV when I got there, I went to take one of the single seats but Mary grabbed me as I passed her feet, she pulled me onto her lap, "You haven't sat on my knee to watch TV for ages June."

I was pulled into her body, her right arm looped over my shoulder so that my face was pressing against the side of her breast.

"I can't understand boys these days...when I was your age, as soon as these..." she used her left hand to lift her rather large left breast, "...started to show through our school blouse, boys used to swarm around us girls, they didn't know why they were attracted to us, we girls had to teach them what to do but once we'd finished teaching them, school suddenly became a lot more fun...even though primary schools in my day were very different to your school today."

Mary went on to explain how her old primary school had been built, on the outside it looked like one large building over three floors but the girls went in through a door on the left hand side of the building, with 'GIRLS' carved into the stone lintel above the door and boys went through a similar door on the right with 'BOYS' carved above it..."Even the playground had a six foot high wall down the centre of it to keep girls and boys part but that didn't stop us playing together..."

Mary looked over her shoulder towards the kitchen door, we could hear the pots and pans clanking together as Tom washed them, even though we could hear that Tom was on the other side of the room, Mary still whispered, "Your grandfather told me that you dropped his friend's birthday present off for him on the way over here..."

I nodded my head, my cheek being pressed against her right breast caused it to wobble because she didn't have a bra on under her nighty and my face against her tit made her nipple respond and start to grow.

"Was Peter naked when you got there?"

I considered nodding my head again but after seeing Mary's reaction the last time I did, I said, "Yes he was."

Mary giggled, causing her whole body to shake, "And...?"

I waited for the question but Mary was finished for the moment, she pushed my body away from her, she gave me a questioning look and that caused me to return a confused look back at her.

She gestured with her head to try and make me tell her something but I didn't know what she wanted.

"And...did you drop his present and run a mile?"

I grinned at her and shook my head...safe in doing that because my head was no longer pressing into her chest.

Mary looked over her shoulder again, there were still washing up sounds from the kitchen, "Did Peter make you touch him?" The question was accompanied by a wider grin from her and she raised her eyebrows twice suggestively.

I felt my cheeks heat up a little as my face turned red.

"If you had been wearing a skirt or a dress today instead of jeans, he would have reciprocated and given you a little pleasure too!"

My embarrassment was cut short by the sound of the telephone out in the hall ringing its head off.

Tom left the kitchen by the hall door and crossed the hall to his telephone table.

"Hi Peter, was your birthday present okay for you?"

There was silence for a moment as Peter obviously spoke to my grandfather and then he said, "Yes, I thought I saw her doing that for you as I crawled past in the traffic."

There was another silent spell and suddenly Tom was at the doorway from the living room out into the hallway.

"Erm...Mary...Peter was wondering if you'd be interested in popping over to his house to keep him company, all of the local girls are busy entertaining at the working men's club this evening so he has no one to party with on his birthday!"

Mary gave me a smile, "If you're happy...I can go over and see him but I have to be home by eleven o'clock at the latest!"

Tom turned on his heels and returned to his phone, "Hi again Peter...I'll drop Mary off at your house as soon as she is ready but she will have to be home by eleven o'clock...Yes, Alan is at the working men's club tonight...no, not a paying customer, Alan's collecting and washing glasses to help keep the pressure off of the bar staff."

Tom returned to the living room, "I'll dry the dishes while you get dressed."

Mary was easing me off of her lap as Tom made that statement, she looked me in the eye and then said, "No point in getting dressed here, just to get undressed at Peter's house...I'll just take my slacks and blouse with me in my shopping bag!"

Tom unlocked his car and then returned to the house to lock the doors after Mary and I left the house, Mary whispered to me, "Take my advice June, don't miss out on any new experience...not until your periods start, you'll have to start being careful what you do and when you do it after that."

We must have taken some kind of time warp or wormhole between Tom's house and Peter's...just two hours earlier, there had been a slow moving snail train of cars winding through the narrow streets if Irthlingborough, thousands of cars and more thousands of people but now, just two hours later, it was like a ghost town, there was tumbleweed blowing across Main Street and the signs of a recent gunfight at the 'OK' coral. The only light on in the whole street was at Peter's front window, not that it was really dark enough for people to actually need to turn their lights on as we were only just at the start of twilight.

We were now outside the time for parking restrictions so Tom could park right outside Peter's house. Tom had crossed the road and parked on the wrong side of the street across Peter's drive so Mary had to get out of the car on the traffic side of the car now...I saw an almost instant change in Mary's countenance, she was walking like a catwalk model as she slinked past the front of Tom's car, Tom wound his window down, "No one can see you Mary...you can stop playing to the gallery!"

There was a giggle from Mary, "You can see me Tom...you can see!"

Because I was sitting behind Tom, Tom had a direct line of sight down the path at the side of Peter's car to his side door but my position was slightly further back and I could actually see Peter's door but not his path. I spotted Peter open his door before Mary reached that far. Peter actually stepped out of the house, he was still naked but was now in full view of anyone who might be in the narrow, fifteen degrees of vision out into the street but of course, me and Tom were the only two that could see him because that part of the village was only occupied between nine o'clock in the morning and six o'clock in the afternoon. I saw an embrace, a passionate kiss and then Peter started fondling Mary's bum through her nighty.

Peter started to step away from Mary but he still had a hold of her nighty in his hands and as they parted, he was pulling her nighty off over her head. I only got a fleeting glance of her naked back before she disappeared into Peter's house.

Tom looked at his wristwatch, "Well, we could go back to my place but we'll only be there for ten minutes before we have to leave again to get you home at ten o'clock...or...we could move to somewhere closer to your house and sit out of the way to listen to a little music and have a little chat until it's time for you to go home."

There was only one word for it, 'PARKING'...but not many nine year old girls got to go parking with a man or a boy and I'd guess that most of them wouldn't ever consider parking with their grandfather.

"Okay, where do you want to go to park?"

Tom patted the front passenger seat, "Why don't you slide through the gap and sit here next to me darling?"

I was still skinny enough to slip through the gap between the two front seats and as I slipped into the seat, I heard Mary howling at the moon through Tom's open window, Tom chuckled, "Mary really loves having a big cock in her...and she knows how to let everyone know that she's having fun."

I looked in the direction of Peter's house again, I couldn't see anything but I noticed that all of the windows in the house were open because of the evening heat and that was how come we'd heard Mary reaching her climax with Peter, Mary screaming through her pleasure and sounds like someone was slapping her bottom.

"Is peter slapping grandma's bum?"

"No darling, he's fucking her so hard, that's his abdomen slapping against her bottom...Peter knows how to fuck a woman hard!"

"So, where are we going to park?"

"I was thinking of going up the old farm track towards the new flats and park overlooking your house."

Our house had been built on a valley meadow owned by Richard's farm and once the main meadow had been developed, the farm was too small to be viable and the Richard's family turned the old farm house into six flats and sold the sloping fields off to a much larger farm holding and ran for warmth of Southern Spain to spend the rest of their lives living off of their money from selling their land.

We actually drove past my front door because the track leading to the six new flats was directly opposite my house. We drove almost into the yard at the back of the flats to turn around and returned to a point where we could look down on my house.

I looked towards my house, mum and dad's bedroom curtains were wide open and they had the light on but I couldn't really see what they were doing as they stood at the side of their bed.

"Are they fucking June?"

I shook my head, I can't really see what's going on, we're too far away."

"I have a pair of binoculars in my glove box."

I gave him a strange look, "Why do you have binoculars in your glove box grandpa?"

He smiled a lecherous grin and then he said, "I never know when something interesting will happen and I need to get a closer look at them!"

I opened the door to the glove box and took out the small binoculars, they were small but very powerful, I twisted the two halves apart a little so the lenses matched the width of my eyes, the picture suddenly became clear, my mum and dad were standing at the side of their bed, both totally naked and I could actually see that my mother's hand was holding his cock in her hand...'There's something wrong with this picture!' popped into my head. My mum and dad were both exactly five foot six inches tall, so, why was my mother craning her neck back to reach up to kiss him.

"I don't think that is my mum and dad in the bedroom grandpa!"

He took the spy glasses off of me and altered them to match his eyes, he looked for a moment before handing the glasses back to me.

"That's Colin Black...he was your mum's first...erm...lover, he was also your father's best man when they got married."

I altered the glasses to fit my own eyes again and looked down at my parent's bedroom window, I saw a movement behind my mother and my father popped into view, he was also naked and he walked between my mother and Colin and the window, his hand dragging across my mother's bottom as he walked past them.

I felt movement on my stomach, Tom's right hand was on my stomach, he'd lifted the front of my t-shirt a little and was stroking my belly.

I looked down at his hand, it had moved a little higher now, slowly moving up my body under my t-shirt. He saw me look and said, "Do you like it when men play with your titties June darling?"

I looked over at his face and nodded my head before returning to my mother and Colin. He was pushing her down on the bed and was covering her body with his. Tom's hand jumped from just above the waistband of my jeans straight to my left breast and he started palpating it.

"What's happening now?"

"That bloke has just pushed my mum down on the bed and he's climbed on top of her."

"Where's your dad?"

"I think he's in the bathroom...oh, no, he's just walked back into the bedroom."

"Is he just watching?"

"No, he's just got on the bed with them, he's kissing my mum while Colin is...erm...fucking her!"

"Have you seen enough yet...I mean, we only have thirty minutes left together...I was hoping for a little kiss and cuddle before you have to go home.

I closed the binoculars down and slid them back into the glove box again before turning slightly in my seat to look at Tom. We kissed a little and then he said, "Earlier, when you were delivering Peter Timpson's birthday present for me...it looked like you gave his cock a suck...did you?"

I nodded my head.

"Did you like doing it to him?"

I shrugged my shoulders, my usual answer to a difficult question but I realised that it looked so childish so I gave a proper answer, "I liked having his cock in my mouth while he was rubbing himself off but I didn't really like it when he had his orgasm in my mouth!"

"You won't believe it now but, after a few times, you'll learn to love the taste of a man's spunk in your mouth...would it freak you out if I asked you to do that to me?"

I shook my head and reached over the gap between our seats, I pulled at his belt, pulling the tongue through the buckle, I had to tighten his belt to get the pin out of the hole in the leather before it finally gave way and let me unfasten it fully.

He reached down to the right of his seat, he pressed the lever down and his seat slid into the back of the car, then he altered the rake of the seat, lowering the back of his seat over the rear seat that I'd been sitting on a few minutes earlier.

I lifted the catch on his zipper and pulled it down. I was trying to pull his cock free of his underpants but the hole was far too small to get his erection through.

Tom pushed down with his feet and shoulders, lifting his bum up off of his seat, I took the hint and pulled both his trousers and underpants down, his cock springing free of his clothes and waving its hello at me. I took his cock in my right hand, pulling his skin down as I compared his cock to my massive data bank of cocks...two so far and now a third. I couldn't count my dad's cock or Colin Black's cock in my databank because I hadn't really seen them close enough for real comparison.

Tom's cock was smaller than Peter's cock but a little bigger than Colin's and as I'd had Peter's cockhead in my mouth already, Tom's cock held no fears for me. It was much harder work exposing Tom's mushroom head than Peter's, Tom's foreskin seemed much tighter than Peter's but eventually his crowning glory revealed itself. I leaned over to my right but it was uncomfortable with his gearstick and hand brake under my rib cage so I twisted further and knelt on the seat cushion.

I supported my upper body with my left hand on his right thigh and bent over his cock, I took his head in my mouth and used my right hand to rub him off a little.

Tom struggled with his right hand under my stomach, first of all, he pulled the front of my t-shirt up above my breasts and fondled my tits as I held his cock in my mouth and rubbed, then he reached further under my belly to my jeans, struggling to flip the top button out of its hole.

"Try to move your mouth up and down my cock as well as sucking and licking it for me June darling."

I started bobbing my head up and down as well as rub his cock with my right hand while Tom struggled my jeans and knickers down over my hips. A sudden thought sent a shiver through my body, 'My grandfather could actually try to fuck me in here...all he would have to do would be to turn me and pull me onto his lap like Mary did earlier in the living room!'

"Open your knees a little wider June!"

I had to wriggle my jeans and knickers past my knees before I could open my legs wide enough for him to get his hand between my legs, he started to rub his fingertips up and down my vaginal cleft, giving me almost as much pleasure as I was giving him.

"June darling, we only have a few minutes left and I'd really like to get off before you go home...is it okay if I get a little rougher with you please. I was still bobbing my head up and down on his cock but I still nodded my head. Ron put his right hand on the back of my head and took over my movement, pushing my head down further, lifting my head faster, I gagged, I remembered Colin gagged a few times and he seemed to choke as well, fortunately, Tom reached his climax before I had too much discomfort. I swallowed as much of his spunk as I could but some escaped down my nose and more escaped between my lips and the side of his cock.

I remembered that Colin spat Peter's seed out onto the footpath after Peter spunked off in his mouth but I'd already swallowed most of my grandfather's spunk so there was no point in trying to spit the last little drops out so I swallowed that as well.

Tom checked his watch, we still have a little time left, your mum and dad's bedroom light is still on so they haven't quite finished playing yet...would you like me to reciprocate on you darling?"

I was a little confused, I didn't have a cock for him to suck but I was really getting into all this grown-up sex so I nodded my head. I was told to sit on my seat and to lift my heels up onto the front of the seat squab, Tom pulled my jeans and knickers down to my ankles and he pushed my knees as wide as they would go, then he leaned over and started to lick me between my legs, he was licking all over my magic button but he was also pushing the tip of his tongue into my crack as well.

I was given the job of look out, not only keeping my eye on the track down to my house but also keeping an eye on my parent's bedroom window so that I could tell Tom when the light went off.

I was very reluctant to warn Tom when the light actually did go off because I was getting far too much pleasure from his mouth on my pussy but I begrudgingly told him that the light was out.

It took us a few minutes to get dressed again properly and Tom drove down the track, we reached my house, just as Colin Black was closing my front door behind him. Tom wound my window down, "Evening Colin...long time no see!"

"Hi Tom...is this young June? Oh, not so little June anymore...she looks very tasty Tom, she'll make someone a wonderful girlfriend very soon!" I stopped myself gasping, Colin Black was Peter's friend and from the smile on his face, he recognised me as well from our little play-time on the spiny earlier.

I walked in the house and found my mother coming down the stairs, she was pulling the zipper up on her leopard print jumpsuit from the crotch to the neck.

"This bloody thing was a mistake, I have to strip all the way off just to take a pee!"

I hadn't seen much of my mother's naked body as she pulled her zipper up, just enough to tell for sure that she had less hair on her pussy mound than I had...I thought that I'd got the impression of denuded pussy from the track on top of Richard's hill but now I had 'Up close' proof that my mother had shaved her pussy for her playtime with Colin and dad.

I just smiled at her as she squeezed her breasts into the top of her jumpsuit. Dad was just a step behind her, all he was wearing were his pyjama bottoms and nothing else, not even underpants under them.

I had to hide a smile as my dad's sleeping cock popped its head out of his trousers, looked around the hall and smiled at me before he pushed it back into its kennel and said, "Any idea where I left my dressing gown darling? It wasn't in the bedroom!"

Mum looked over her shoulder, "I think it might be in the bathroom with your pyjama jacket dear."

Dad looked at me, "Can you run up and check the bathroom for me darling? It's time for you to go to bed anyway...just throw them over the banister if they are there!"

I found them on the floor of the bathroom in a tangled heap, I tossed them down to him before returning to the bathroom to take my before bed pee. When I walked into my bedroom my mother was sitting on my bed, "What happened to the neck of your t-shirt darling?"

"I caught it at Grandpa's house!" To emphasise the point, I tugged at it gently and it just tore in two, causing the neck of my t-shirt to fall over my shoulder.

I pulled my shirt off over my head and mum checked the label in the back of the neck, "Oh, this is the t-shirt that we bought for you on holiday three years ago...I thought that it was the replacement that I gave you in March...no wonder it's so threadbare, you must have worn it a thousand times since we got it for you!"

I got a kiss on the cheek and mum left me to get changed into my nighty.

I woke early on the third day after my sexual awakening, my grandmother Mary's words were playing on my mind from our private chat on Tuesday evening. I checked my clean clothes, I had three shirts suitable for school and one that I could get away with at a pinch, providing that my mother didn't see me wearing it...the reason was, that shirt was actually a nylon blouse, rather than a school shirt and if my mother saw me wearing it, she would always insist that I wore my vest under it because it was so see through. My fingers danced over the coat hanger as I made a plan:

1. Remain in my nighty until the last minute.
2. Take my blazer to my bedroom room after breakfast and dress totally, including fastening the front of my blazer to hide as much of my blouse and body under it as possible from my mum.
3. Run into the kitchen to kiss my mother goodbye so that she had the least time possible to spot how I was dressed.
4. Use the short cut to Wellingborough to get to school before my friends.
5. Find a place in the playground to stand where the teachers couldn't possibly see me but Anthony Bentham could see me and unbutton my blazer so that he could see me.
6. Teach Anthony Bentham what I like men to do to and with me.
7. Have fun in the spiny with Peter or Colin again after school.
8. Get to my bedroom as soon as I could when I got home without letting my mum see me without my blazer on.

I didn't actually write my plan down on paper...that would be far too insecure, foreign agents were always on the lookout for ways to breach my security, only last week, I'd walked in on my mother as she was checking my homework before signing off that I'd done all the work myself and rather than looking in my geography book, she was flicking through my rough work book. I sat on the arm of the chair that she was sitting in, watching as she flicked through every page. I asked her what she was looking for and she said, "I used to doodle in my rough note book, I could always tell how boring the lesson was by the number of doodles that I'd done on that page!"

So, no...now, nothing incriminating ever submitted to paper, just in case.

I was eating my breakfast when my mother came into the kitchen to sit with me, she was drinking her breakfast, just a cup of strong black coffee, that was her usual breakfast after a 'Special' night with my father...not that I saw her drinking it that often, usually when they had their 'Special' date night, I'd be farmed out to sleep over at Grandma Mary's house or Grandpa Tom's...I'd even been sold into slavery a few times to my father's sister's house, her name was Amanda and she owned a little corner booze shop in the middle of Rempstone and when I slept over at her house, I was expected to help out in the shop, I wasn't allowed to actually sell anything but I had to fetch and carry things for Aunty Amanda, fill shelves, sweep or mop her floors, make her tea or coffee and all that for no pay...just a bed and my meals...see, total slavery!

Mum sipped a little of her drink before fixing me in the eye, "Me and your father have been talking about you darling!"

I stopped mid chew and held my breath as I squeaked out, "What about?"

"Well, we were very surprised at how grown up you were last night when your father had his wardrobe mishap on the stairs, you didn't go all silly and giggly, you didn't blush...you just took it in your stride and didn't make a big thing of it..." There was a long pause as my mother took another sip of her coffee and composed herself, "...I know that you aren't really interested in boys yet but I just wanted to say...and your father agrees with me, when you feel ready to date boys, we'll be okay with it, you could even bring him, or them home to...you know, listen to music or something in your room, when you're ready that is!"

I was about to take another spoonful of my breakfast but stopped, "What makes you think that I'm not interested in boys mum?"

"When I was looking in your rough work book last week, there wasn’t a single boys name in it, when I was your age, my book was full of boys names, I even used to practice what my signature would look like if I married one of them...signing my name like that put me off more boys than kissing them did..." Mum gave a little giggle at that comment, "...Back then I settled on Colin Black, I used to practice signing Betty Black and Elizabeth Black, even just 'ESB' for Elizabeth Sarah Black!"

That stopped me chewing my breakfast, "I didn't know that your middle name was Sarah like your mother's first name!"

Mum smiled at me, "No...Sarah has been part of our family's names for many generations but when my mother divorced your Grandpa Tom, I stopped using my middle name and didn't tell you that your middle name was Sarah either!"

Well, they say that you learn something new every day, "Why did Sarah divorce My grandpa Tom?"

Mum's cheeks coloured up a little, in the past, when she got like that, she would refuse to answer my question but today, things were different, "My mother thought that your Grandfather's sexual demands were too outrageous so she divorced him but when she had to look after me full time without any help from my dad, she soon got fed up of all of the extra work and dumped me back on him and his new girlfriend!"

Mum casually looked around the room, she spotted the kitchen clock, "God June...look at the time, if you don't get a move on, all of your friends will have left for school and you'll have to walk all the way on your own...you could even end up being late for school for the first time ever!"

"I'd better give you your goodbye kiss now then, I've got to get changed and dash for it!"

As I ran to the stairs to go up and get changed for school, I checked off part one of my fiendish plan...I grabbed my blazer from the coat hooks in the hall as I passed and dressed quickly in my bedroom, remembering to fasten the single button on the front before running down to the front door and shouting "Goodbye to my mother.", as I closed the door. I checked off part two of my fiendish plan as I ran for the shortcut path along the river bank to the Irthlingborough Road.

I wasn't actually late to meet my friends, we usually all met up at seven forty-five at the link...a small stub of road between our estate and the main road, the main trunk road between Barnet in London and Botchergate in the centre of Carlisle, around three hundred miles away...when I closed my front door it was twenty minutes to eight, giving me plenty of time to reach the link before my friends left for the long walk to school.

Because I ran all the way, I was actually close to the spiny at seven forty-five and I was totally surprised at the number of men milling around between the riverside path and the many paths into the spiny, as I ran along, I realised that most of the men were looking at me, some making kissing sounds as I passed them, some whistling at me, others making rude comments. I actually stopped running at that point and opened the button holding my blazer closed.

I was really tempted to take one of the paths into the spiny...the third path from the steps up to Irthlingborough Road. I stopped at the end of the third path from the steps and looked along the path as I reviewed my plan, part three was...unfulfilled...because of how long my mother and I had chatted in the kitchen over breakfast, I hadn't run into the kitchen to kiss her goodbye, I could easily substitute a few minutes in the spiny in place of that broken part of my plan.

A really fat man brushed past me out on the path, he didn't need to, the path was plenty wide enough for the two of us to pass but he still rubbed his hips against my bottom and as he did, he said, "Morning darling, do you have the time?"

I was still off balance because my plan had fallen at the third step, he'd reached the path into the spiny as I checked my wrist watch, I called out, "Its eleven minutes to eight!"

He turned to face me, just a few feet inside the spiny, his hand was rubbing his cock through his trousers and he grinned at me, "That wasn't what I meant...do you have the time to come in here to play with me?"

I looked towards my estate and then to the steps up to Irthlingborough Road, the other men on the river path had stopped milling around and all eyes were on me, I did a quick headcount, ten men, eleven, counting the fat man standing unzipping his trousers, waiting for me to join him on the path into the spiny. His cock was very short and really, really fat...the little voice in my head said, 'Just check off point three and move to point four, if we go into the wood with the fat man, we'll be too late for part five when we get to school!'

I just gave the fat man a sweet smile and started running again towards the steps. I checked part four off of my plan as I started to climb the steps up to Irthlingborough Road. I heard a comment behind me, "I'm sure that is the girl that Peter Timpson was talking to Colin Black about on Monday!"

One of the other men chirruped up with, "If she is the girl that Peter and Colin were talking about, how come she didn't take up Robert's offer to go into the spiny with him?"

There was a laugh from the first man, "Would you have gone into the wood with a man like Robert Bentham when you were her age...with all of us men hanging around out here for our share?"

The first man laughed, "No, I guess not, perhaps she's smarter than Peter gave her credit for..." I was now too far away to hear the rest of their conversation.

I ran part of the way to school and walked the rest but I was still the first student to reach my school's playground. I walked around carefully, I stood in every chink in the wall, every little niche and around every corner...I looked towards the school from every spot until I found one little hidden space that couldn't be seen from any window in the school. There would only be around ten minutes before the teacher on playground duty came out to supervise the students, they didn't bother patrolling until the students in the playground reached critical mass.

A group of five local boys tumbled through the gate, one of those was Anthony Bentham, he lived just one hundred yards away from the school on the corner of Naseby Close and Barnwell Road and the four boys with him all lived further along Naseby Close. All five of them lived so close that they could leave home at five minutes to nine and still get to school on time but all five preferred to play football in the playground rather than stop at home watching the news on the TV so they all turned up at eight thirty at the latest.

I unbuttoned my blazer and held it open with my hands on my hips and my blazer trapped behind my back. Mary had been right, Anthony had suddenly become interested in girls and women, of the five boys kicking at the ball but hitting each other's shins in the playground, Anthony was the only one looking at me rather than concentrating on the game. He kicked the ball in my direction and ran after it, he kicked it back into play and then he stood next to me in the little niche. Because of the limited space, I had to take my hands off of my hips and let my blazer fall back down over my body, burying my little breasts from Anthony's view. I smiled inwardly as I checked part five off of my plan.

He was twisting in the wind a little, he wanted to talk to me but didn't know what to say or how to go about it, boys really had no idea how girls worked, and if they didn't have football to talk about, they had nothing.

I suddenly remembered that my grandmother had said that even in her day, the girls had to teach the boys what to do but once they'd trained their chosen boy, they became a lot of fun.

"We should take a walk outside the wire!"

Anthony gave me a shocked look, I seemed to have broken some unwritten law of nature...I wasn't sure if it was because I'd spoken to him first or because I'd suggested him taking a walk with me outside the school's wire fence.

I took the bull by the horns and started to walk away from him, I crossed the playground and swam against the tide of kids heading for school through the gate that I was trying to leave through, I was out on Barnwell Road before I looked back, Anthony was a few paces behind me with a bemused look on his face. I didn't need to walk far, the next property to our school was Redwell Bowls club. Between the bowls club's car park and our school building was a narrow stand of mature trees, there were four other smaller stands of trees to separate lines of parked cars. There were spaces for sixty cars at the bowls club, I walked to the corner of the third bay of five to give us the most privacy from the trees, we all knew that no one ever visited the bowls club until ten o'clock at the earliest and they had a chain across the entrance to stop the gypsies camping on their car park.

I stood in the corner with my back towards the road, not that it mattered too much, the trees and bushes were doing a great job of hiding me.

We stood for two minutes, he was three feet away from me and just standing looking up and down my body, "What would you like to try?"

He just gave me a stupid grin and shrugged his shoulders, a thought jumped into my head, 'I do that a lot and it looks really childish...I must try to remember never to do that again!'

I swept my blazer behind my back again and put my hands on my hips so that Anthony could see my tits through my thin blouse. He still didn't make a move on me, "My grandmother told me last night that you were in the department store on Saturday trying to peep in the women's changing cubicles!"

He grinned at me and nodded his head.

"Wouldn't you rather take a close up look at a girl's breasts...touch them even than look at them in a crowded shop?"

He almost nodded his head off but he still didn't move. I beckoned for him to come closer but he was still reluctant so I started to unbutton my blouse, as I pulled the open sides out of my skirt, opening my blouse for him, he suddenly jerked into action and stepped into me, he kissed me as he started fondling my tits with both hands.

"Would you like me to give your cock a little rub for you?"

He bashed my nose with his and he nodded his head carelessly again. I rubbed his cock through his trousers for two minutes before checking the time, we'd be safe for twenty minutes, and then we'd have to run back to school or risk a detention for being late.

"Is that all you want me to do Anthony?"

He was a little shocked again, "What else are you willing to do for me?"

I thought for a moment and then I pulled his zipper down, slipped my hand inside his trousers and pulled his cock out into the open...Anthony stopped breathing for a minute as I rubbed my hand up and down his cock. He suddenly turned into a very frightened boy, his head on a swivel, rather than concentrating on kissing me, his hands just holding my breasts rather than fondling them.

"Is that okay...?" He eagerly nodded his head again but he didn't stop swivelling his head almost three hundred and sixty degrees around in case of danger. "...would you like to cum in my hand or..." Well, that stopped his head swivelling, he fixed me in the eye with his and gave me yet another shocked look.

"Or...or what?"

"...or, I could suck your cock and get you off with my mouth!"

He gasped and then nodded his head as he said, "Oh my God yes please!"

I squatted down on the floor in front of him, dragging my tits out of his hands...out of his reach. I thought, 'This would be much better on a bed, at least I could suck his cock and he could still play with my tits.'

I started sucking his cock and by started, I mean finished sucking his cock, I didn't get to ten Mississippi's before he filled my mouth with his boy porridge and it was all over. I stood up as I swallowed his teaspoon full of jizz and Grandpa Tom was right, Anthony's spunk didn't taste half as bad as Peter's spunk had tasted just sixteen hours earlier.

Because I'd just sucked him off, he was reluctant to kiss me again so we just stood there, him playing with my tits at arm's length, I checked my watch, we still had over sixteen minutes left so I was spurred into action again, "Would you like...erm, I mean...we still have a little time left, would you like to touch me between my legs or look at me down there, or something?"

He gave me his best stupid boy grin and nodded his head again so I pulled the front of my skirt up, exposing my 'Hello Kitty' knickers to him, he grinned and I looked down, 'Possibly not the best choice of knickers to impress a boy, but at least they were bikini style knickers rather than the full passion killers that I was supposed to wear to school.'

He'd let go of my tits but still wasn't making a move on my knickers so, I trapped the front of my skirt under my chin and reached down, pushing my knickers down to my knees before shaking my hips to drop my knickers down to my ankles. I lifted my left foot out of my knickers and spread my legs as wide as they would comfortably go, then I grabbed his hand and guided it to my pussy, I taught him where to touch me, how to rub, hardness or gentle, depending on where his fingers were rubbing and then I had a little orgasm of my own on his fingers working under my guidance.

I started to breath heavily and his fingers stopped moving, they way they would if he was doing it to himself, I whispered in his ear, "Don't stop, keep doing it to me!"

I nuzzled my face into his neck and bit him playfully as I reached a double orgasm, I looked dreamily at my wrist watch, "Shit, we've got to go now Anthony!"

I lifted my right foot and pulled my knickers off. I'd been so excited for the last hour that my crotch was soaking wet from my inner lubricant. We walked back to Barnwell Road, 'Did that count as fulfilling part six of my plan?' I had sucked his cock, not for very long admittedly, but I had sucked it and I'd taught him how to finger fuck me so I said, "Number six check!" to myself.

We walked into the playground, just as the harridan on duty blew her whistle, calling students to morning classes.

As I walked past her, she grabbed me, looping her left arm over my shoulder and palpating my left shoulder with her left hand, "June my dear...you're starting to grow into a beautiful young woman now, please be careful about boys like Anthony...he'll lead you astray before you've considered all of the possibilities available to a girl like you these days!"

My eyes were level with her breasts and I thought, 'Shit...look at that, Miss Hastings' nipples are standing out, she's excited...hell, not just excited, she's a lesbian and she wants to turn me to the dark side before I get captivated by a boy...well too late, I'm firmly on the light side, happy with my heterosexuality!'

Because I'd been stopped, Anthony had moved on and was in a huddle of his friends looking guiltily in my direction as his friends were badgering him for information...the two of us leaving school together hadn't been missed, and not just by his four footballing buddies, lots of boys from our class had spotted us leaving together.

Anthony was waiting for me just outside the classroom door, "Can we sit together please June?"

I smiled at his uncertainty and then I nodded my head, we looked so out of place in Five Alpha, we the only boy girl couple sitting at a double desk out of sixteen couples. Fortunately the first eight minutes of the school day was a discussion and debate lesson so, rather than sitting in silence having facts and figures beaten into our heads, we had to discuss a scenario in our pairs and then role play a resolution so Anthony was able to apologise to me."

"Stop Anthony, what are you apologising for...I was the one making all the moves in the bowling club's car park!"

"Well, I guess that I've got to apologise for that too, I'm the man...well, the boy...it should have been me taking control of things, not leaving it all up to you...no, what I'm sorry about is my friends, they were pestering and pressurising me to tell them why we'd gone off together for thirty minutes and I'm afraid that they got it out of me, you know, what you did to me and then what I did to you, everything. I just know that you'll help me for being weak and I deserve it!"

I got one of those fight or flight feelings, I looked around the classroom, thirteen boys were looking at me with wide grins on their faces, with Anthony sitting with me, there was one odd boy as well as one odd girl but they were steadfastly refusing to sit together like me and Anthony. I did another scan, there were thirty two students in our class, fourteen boys and eighteen girls... it was the same ratio in all the other classes in my year at this school, there were twelve more girls in my year in total more than boys, must have been something in the water ten years ago when our parents were doing 'it' to make us.

I looked at the faces of the boys again, did it really matter to me who I was playing with while I was at school, I didn't particularly like any of the boys in my class, there wasn't a natural 'Alpha' male in the group, the alpha male in my year at school was the year five football captain, he was in Five Delta, so not the brightest spark on bonfire night but he was solidly built and aggressive...I'd never spoken to him, I assumed that he did speak but then he could have just grunted to communicate...no, one year five boy was much the same as any other, I returned the smiles that all the boys were radiating out in my direction. I guess that Anthony had just been my advertising agent and now that the sexual cat was out of the bag, so to speak, I'd get a lot more offers from boys in my class at school and by tomorrow, all fifty-six boys in my year at school would know what I'd done with Anthony, quite possibly, all two hundred odd boys in the school would also know by the end of the week...the way that boys gossiped in this school.

At mid-morning break, I walked out with Anthony and as soon as we reached the playground, I had a circle of boys around me pestering me to do to them what I'd done to Anthony before school. "Only two problems guys, the first is...the bowl's club will be occupied by now so their car park won't be private anymore and, the gate over there is locked until twelve o'clock...oh, and if you haven't noticed, Miss Hastings is watching us like a hawk!"

I walked around the playground with Anthony while the thirteen other boys in my class followed us, it should have sounded alarm bells in Miss Hastings head because the boys weren't playing, seven and a half minutes in each direction, football like they had done every mid morning break since they were five years old. I think that they were only following us in case I found somewhere private enough to take Anthony to give him second helpings.

It was English for the last eighty minutes of the morning, Anthony didn't ask me if I'd like to sit with him for English, he just sat next to me...from choice, I would have sat with Amy or Emmer for English, they both at least knew how to speak the language and might just be a little help in an English lesson, I doubted that I could say the same about Anthony.

The English classroom was a silent zone but we managed a whispered conversation, Anthony asked me how long it took me to eat my lunch, he went home for lunch, his mother and father went out to work all day, so they wouldn't be there to feed him but because he only lived a few hundred yards away from school his parents couldn't see the point of spending three pounds a day on food at school when he had cupboards full of food at home, so he was suggesting that I eat my lunch and then go to his house for the rest of our lunchbreak. My mother gave me the three pounds a day for food, she didn't really care if I spent that money in the school dining room or if I popped out to the chip shop and spent it there.

I was nodding my head in agreement but as I did, I was looking around the other boys, our school was in quite a deprived area so more than half of the kids in my classroom had free school meals provided by the government so they were all basically tied to eating in the school dining room so there would be a high likelihood that I'd get pestered over my lunch...I leaned in to Anthony, "I could come with you and you could get me something to eat at your house...if you like!"

He grinned at me and then we both got shouted at by Mr Richardson, our English teacher.

At lunch time we ran to Anthony's house, I was fretting, questioning him to see how sure he was that we wouldn't be disturbed by his parents, grandparents, neighbours, brothers or sisters. He was really, really sure that there wouldn't be an issue with people catching us at his house.

We walked into the house, Anthony didn't even shout out to make sure that the house was empty, we just walked off the street and straight into the living room of his house, he let me go in first and once inside, he grabbed me from behind, I was pulled back into his embrace but I'd spotted a picture of a fat man standing with a school girl in a photograph on the wall of the living room...a very big photograph, at least two feet wide by three feet tall, their faces looked almost life size in the picture.

I was giggling as I asked who the two people in the photograph were, "My mum and dad, that picture was taken when they first met!"

I shook him off and took a closer look at the bottom of the photograph, his mother was wearing our school uniform and at the bottom of the photograph there was a gold embossed literal, 'Peter Timpson Studios 2008'. The only reason that I was interested in the photograph was because I'd seen the fat man in real life, that very morning, "Is your father's first name Robert?"

Anthony nodded his head, "How did you know that, do you know my dad?"

I smiled and bit the inside of my cheek...how much should I actually tell Anthony about his father, "I think I met him some time...a while back!"

Anthony smiled back at me and said, "I'll bet my dad tried to get in your knickers, my dad's a dirty old sod, he tries to chat up every girl he meets, no matter how old she is."

I wrapped my arms around Anthony's neck and kissed him and as we kissed, I was working something out in my head...Anthony's mother was wearing our school uniform in the photograph taken in two thousand and eight, the oldest that she could have been back then was eleven years old because that was the oldest a girl could be at our school, that meant that the oldest she could be now in twenty twenty-two was twenty-four and Anthony was nine years old like me so she had to have been pregnant with him when she was fourteen years old...or even younger.

Anthony pulled his lips off of mine and he looked down at my blouse, "What can we do now June?"

"What would you like to do?"

"I'd love you to suck my cock again."

"Okay, no problem...would you like to fuck me as well?"

Anthony gasped, "Really...can we really do it?"

I smiled warmly and nodded my head. I stripped off totally with Anthony watching every move I made, he seemed to be enjoying watching me strip so I even took off my shoes and socks so that I was totally naked, while he was still totally dressed.

I stripped him off and sucked his cock, he was standing in front of the almost life sized picture of his parents and I was kneeling on the rug in front of him. His cock felt a little bigger in my mouth now than it had felt this morning and I actually reached to thirty Mississippi in my head before he climaxed into my mouth, he groaned as he filled my mouth with his cum, "Shit, I'm sorry, I should have fucked you first!"

I laughed, "Come on and make me a sandwich of some kind, you'll get hard again in a few minutes."

We walked into the kitchen totally naked, his arm over my shoulder and my arm across his lower back, my hand flat on his hip. Well, lunch was hardly the gastronomic delight that my three pounds would have bought me in the school dining room, but a peanut butter sandwich was okay for me.

As we ate, I asked Anthony how old his father was, he looked confused and then he shrugged his shoulders, shook his head and said, "I have no idea, pretty old though!"

"Really...you don't know how old your father is?"

He shook his head, "All I know is, he was born in nineteen seventy-two."

"That makes him fifty years old, sometime this year!"

Anthony looked confused, "How come you know how old he is, you've only seen him once before...how come you know how old he is and I don't?"

"I don't know him, it's just maths, if he was born in nineteen seventy two and it's two thousand and twenty two now, that makes fifty years."

It took a while for the light to dawn on Anthony's face and then a second level of confusion as he said, "How come you can do big maths like that in your head without a calculator?"

I smiled at him, one thing for sure, I wouldn't be practicing signing June Bentham in my rough note book any time soon.

I asked Anthony what his mum and dad did for work, he told me that his father was a driving instructor and that his mother was some kind of nurse, she worked in London but she also liked acting and last night she performed on stage at the local working men's club last night. That comment came as a surprise to me because I knew that there was a comedian on at the show and a number of women...and girls...that were stripping to entertain the men who had paid fifteen pounds for the evening. I'd also listened to whispered conversations between Mary and Tom over dinner, some men got to use one of the strippers for fifteen minutes for fifty pounds, so if Anthony's mother was stripping at the club last night, she could have been a whore as well.

"Are you ready for the main event Anthony?"

There was another confused look and then his cock jumped to attention and we went into the living room, I looked at their sofa, it was huge, black as coal and made out of fake leather, that seemed like the perfect place to do it...I'd heard that girls could bleed the first time that they had sex, they often got caught out because they were unaware of that fact and ended up taking the bloody evidence home with them in their stained knickers or the back of their underskirt.

I recalled the wording of part six of my plan, even though I'd already checked it off as complete earlier in the day, ' Teach Anthony Bentham what I like men to do to and with me.' And as I hadn't moved on to part seven, I felt justified in continuing to work through part six of my plan. I remembered what my grandfather had done to me with his mouth after I sucked his cock. I sat on the sofa the way I'd sat in Tom's car and I took up the same pose on Anthony's sofa. He went to mount me in that position but I stopped him.

"I want a little fun first!" I pushed him off of me and made him kneel on the rug in front of the sofa, I pulled his face down between my legs and taught him what Tom had done to me last night. It took a few minutes before Anthony got it right and he gave me an orgasm with his mouth and as I slipped down off my orgasm, I pushed his head away from my pussy and turned on the sofa so that I was laying full length along the sofa, I pulled his arm, "Come on, screw me now, we only have about ten minutes left!"

Anthony covered my body with his and stabbed his cock into my pussy, fortunately I was nice and wet inside from his tongue and my own orgasm so there was little or no pain as he stabbed me with his cock. I realised that he was going to be a little fast in his delivery, so I grabbed a handful of his arse cheeks and pulled him against me, I released the pressure and he pulled back out a little and he let me pull him back into me. I was dictating the pace of our fuck.

I let him build up gradually back to the speed that he'd started out fucking me at when we started...I reached another orgasm, a moment or two before he shot me in the pussy with his spunk. I was one of the lucky girls, a boy had given me an orgasm before my first fuck and another while I was having my first fuck and I doubted that many girls could say that and it was all because I'd taken charge of things and taught a callow boy how to be a man.

I double checked item six on my list, double checked it and put a big red asterisk over it...now all that I had left on my list was to walk home by the spiny paths and have a little fun with one of the men and then try to get into my bedroom before my mother saw how I'd been dressed when I went to school this morning.

We dressed quickly, I still couldn't put my knickers on, it wasn't because the crotch of my knickers were soaking wet now though, it was because every step I took caused a little dribble of Anthony's spunk to dribble out of my fanny. As we walked to school Anthony asked me what I was hoping for during PE this afternoon, I whispered, "Shit, I forgot all about PE today, I haven't brought my PE kit with me today and if any girl ever forgot to bring their kit, she was usually made to do PE in her knickers and vest...but, today, I wasn't wearing any knickers or a vest.

I made an executive decision on the way to the school gate, I'd have to dodge the afternoon's lessons to prevent a problem during PE...but before I went, I pushed Anthony through the gate so that he didn't follow me home

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