Colin stormed off from the park towards our village and I was so upset that I went in the opposite direction, towards the local town centre, I was arguing with that little inner voice in my head all the way into town, my inner voice was telling me that Colin wouldn't have over reacted if I had given his cock a little rub when he asked me too.

I thought, 'He never asked me to rub his cock for him!'

The little inner voice said, 'He did, he even had it out of his trousers but you were too busy looking all around the park, worrying about who might see the two of you out on the park bench so you probably missed it, you were still pushing his left hand out from under your dress when he got his cock out with his right hand and asked you to rub it for him.'

That was why I'd missed it, he hadn't actually mentioned his cock or that he wanted me to wank him, he had just pulled his cock out of his trousers and tried to get me to play with it for him, if I'd spotted it, I might have rubbed him, even though it would have been the first ever uncovered cock that I would have put my hand on.

I was so mad at Colin as I walked along the roads into town that I hadn't even taken the time or trouble to fasten the buttons that he'd undone when he was playing with my tits earlier. I stopped in front of the first shop on the High Street, it was a dress shop but because Christmas was just around the corner, one whole window had been dressed...or rather undressed...with very sexy lingerie for husbands to buy for their wives for Christmas.

I was playing a little game with myself, not the one where I said, 'Got it, got it...want it, got it!' I was playing, 'Mum's got that set, those knickers, that bra, that basque, that suspender belt...'

I felt a warm wind on the back of my neck but that would have been impossible, that late in the year...I refocused my eyes from the lingerie to the window glass, there was a man standing right behind me, so close that I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. He whispered, "I like the 'Nubian Princess' set...which would you prefer to wear to excite your husband darling?"

I refocused back on the underwear, the Nubian Princess range had a basque with suspender straps hanging down, a half cup bra, a thong as well as bikini-brief knickers and a separate suspender belt, all made from very thin, very black, very see-through mesh, I wondered what it would feel like to wear a sexy lingerie set like that and have a man look at me. I smiled at that thought and felt his fingers brushing my cheek, he was brushing an errant strand of hair away from my cheek and lifting it to push it behing my left ear, then he went a little further and swept my hair away from my neck, he was looking over my shoulder now and the warmth of his breath had moved away from the back of my neck and was now warming my chest...all the way down to my bra cups that were just peeping out of the front of the top of my dress.

He closed in, his lips brushing the side of my neck, just below my ear, it could have been a kiss but it was incredibly fast, then he whispered, "I'll bet your husband would love to see you dressed in that set darling, I know that I would!", he finished the comment by nipping at my earlobe.

I was looking closely at his reflection again now, he looked up the road to the right, then down the road to the left, there was a footpath between two shops on our left, the footpath went to the municipal car park behind the shopping centre. I saw his eyes fix on mine in the reflection in the glass and then his head jerked to the left before he walked in that direction.

'Pay more attention Sarah, he was asking us to follow him!'

'Don't be ridiculous!'

'Only one way to know if I'm right or wrong...'

I turned to my left and followed him to the footpath, I stopped at the end of the path, 'He's gone already...'

That little voice in my head said, 'He'd have to be a faster runner than Usain Bolt to be out of sight already...go down the path after him!'

After thirty feet, hands came out of nowhere...well, seemingly nowhere...he was standing in a recess in the side wall of the shop where one of their fire escapes left the store, it was only an eighteen inch deep recess but it had been enough to hide him from view.

The hands gripped my dress and jacket, his thumbs pressing against my chest as his fingers gripped at the material and I was yanked off of the path and turned, my back slammed against the fire escape doors and even before my body stopped moving, his lips were on mine, kissing me hungrily, he forced his tongue into my mouth and I relaxed into the kiss. His hands slid down from my collar, he rubbed over my pussy mound through my dress and he started pulling the bottom of my dress upwards.

'He's going to fuck us!', there was that little voice at the back of my head again.

'He can't...he's too old...I'm too young!'

The bottom hem of my dress was being pulled above my hips and I felt him prodding his cock against my belly, he was lined up with my navel because of our difference in height, I started to panic and tried to push him away from me, my hands on his hips, I'd expected to be pushing against his clothes but my hands were on bare skin...he pulled his lips off of mine and leaned back to look up and down the passageway to make sure that no one was walking to or from the car park. Our bodies parted and I looked down. His trousers were wide open and his erection looked massive, its head was dark purple and angry looking.

He looked back at me and smiled, his hands were moving under my dress now, he was trying to pull my knickers and tights down, I started to push his hands away from my hips, he seemed to be more octopus than man because as I pushed one hand away from my knickers, he seemed to grow two other hands...I was really panicking now, my mind was firing off a million message threads a second, I could have said that he couldn't fuck me because I was a virgin...that he couldn't fuck me because we were in too public a place for sex...I could have said that I was too young for sex but he had mentioned my husband twice so he thought that I was over eighteen years old but what came out, as he bent his knees to lower the purple head of his cock to line it up with my vagina was, "We can't do it, it's my dangerous time!"

He looked really pissed off at that but his cock was knocking on the entrance to my body. I took a hold of his cock and pulled it out from between my legs, his cock's natural inclination was to return to my hole so I had to keep a hold of it to keep it pulled away from my vagina. He leaned out again and looked up and down the path, I could have let his cock go free at that point because it was so far away from my pussy now but I was still holding on to it.

He leaned back into me, he kissed me again, he whispered, "Okay!", under his breath and his right hand reached for my shoulder and pushed me down into a squat...'He wants you to suck his cock!'

'Oh my God...what do I do...what do I do?'

'You heard what Kelly Timpson said about sucking her boyfriend's cock last month...didn't you?'

My inner voice was really getting on my tits now, 'I did not...what did she say about it?'

'You can't rely on me all the time...you have to pay attention to the important things that people tell you...apparently, you don't so much suck his cock as give him a soft place to put his cock, just remember to keep your teeth out of the way and cushion the underside of his cock on your tongue.'

'Are you sure?'

'No, not really, it's just what Kelly told you after she did it to her Tom.'

Kelly hadn't actually been talking to me at the time, I was just one of the fifteen girls that she was bragging to...

He forced his cock into my mouth, I took a deep breath, opened my mouth as wide as I could, closed my lips down on his cock to provide friction on his cock's shaft and I slipped my tongue under his cock to form a bed for it. I actually forgot myself a little and did suck his cock gently as I rubbed my right hand up and down his shaft. It all seemed to be over in a flash, there was a gasp, a groan and he was panting for breath, I got a bitter spurt in my mouth, the taste in my mouth was so bad that I pulled my mouth away from his cock but continued rubbing my hand up and down his cock shaft. There was a second spurt of his slime that hit me square in my face, a third that hit my chin and neck, and a forth shot that fell down onto my chest, dribbling between my tits.

"I wish my wife could suck my cock as good as you darling...", as he congratulated me on my cock sucking prowess, I spat the first shot of spunk from my mouth and onto the ground in front of the fire escape, "...I'm usually around here on Monday's around this time if you want to try again, next time, perhaps I can fuck you properly on the back seat of my car if you're in your safe period!"

He pulled the sides of his trousers back into place as I stood up, he was about to kiss me goodbye as he fastened his fly, but when he saw the mess that he'd left behind all over my face, he changed his mind, winked at me and walked off.

It had all happened so fast...well. I guess that where we were, in the fire escape recess on a well used route to the car park of a small but busy town...he couldn't afford to hang about very much.

I just stood there looking at my right hand, it was still formed into the loose fist as if I were still holding his cock in my hand, that annoying little voice at the back of my head chirped up, 'You'd better clean your face up, someone's heading for the car park.'

I had no idea how my inner voice knew things where I didn't but I believed it and quickly dived my left hand into my shoulder bag in search if some tissues...all I found were my emergency knickers and a small pack of panty liners, I used my knickers to clean up most of the man's spunk but the dribbles that had fallen between my breasts had to be chased down with a panty liner and just as I was rummaging in my bra, a middle aged couple walked past the little recess in the wall and they both looked at me.

The man said, "Is everything okay my dear?"

My heart started beating really fast, I thought I'd been in a panic when the man was trying to fuck me but that was calm by comparison with how I was when I was caught mopping spunk out from down between my breasts, I just left my panty liner between my tits and I jumped into life, pushing my way past them and ran along the path towards the High Street. As I ran I heard the woman say, "Did you have to be so obvious when you were staring at her tits...DARLING!"

I'd turned the corner in front of the dress shop before the man had a chance to answer his wife, I stopped and leaned my back against the lingerie shop's window and started a bout of nervous laughter as I slid down the glass towards a squat, fighting gravity to pull the spunk drenched panty liner out of my cleavage.

My inner voice said, 'Well Sarah...what was all the panic about with Colin earlier, if you had just done that for him three hours ago, you'd still be his girlfriend!'

I looked in both directions and rather than just thinking my answer to my inner voice, I vocalised it..."I had no idea that it would be so simple and so much fun...apart from the taste of his spunk that is but there really was nothing to it...I can easily do that again but it needs to be in a more private place next time...and not out in the middle of the park like Colin wanted to do it this morning!"

'If you had listened to Kelly when she was telling you all about it, you wouldn't have been such a big baby this morning when Colin wanted you to rub his cock for him...you could even have sucked his cock, that would have kept him happy for weeks!'

I was half way to a squat when I looked down at my legs below my dress, my tights were wrinkled around my ankles and I suddenly remembered that he had rolled my knickers and tights down to below my pussy when he was trying to get his cock in my cunt. I pushed myself back to my feet and started to fight with my tights and knickers under my dress...I managed to pull my tights up enough to take the wrinkles out of my ankles but I couldn't unroll the tube that was the body of my tights and my knickers without showing far too much of my body off in the street.

I could have gone home, it was, after all, only a mile and a half walk and my little underwear mishap could be easily sorted out at home but I was on a little bit of a high after my close encounter with a married man. I was parading up and down the street in front of the shopping centre...I'd usually walk with my eyes on my feet, I was basically very shy and lacking in self confidence because I was the youngest girl in my year at school and until recently, I was also the smallest girl in my year as well but because of my encounter with an experienced married man...for the first time in my life...I was walking along with my head held high, looking into people's eyes, rather than looking at their shoes.

Several men smiled at me, older men, married men and I fixed them in their eyes and smiled right back at them.

I suddenly felt a weight on my shoulder, a hand, pressing down, much the way the married man had done earlier when he pushed me down into a squat in front of him to feed his cock into my mouth, "Vicky darling...I didn't expect to see you in town today, you said that you were..." I looked at the hand, its owner was behind me, the hand was as black as coal and it was turning me to face its owner, "...shit, I'm sorry madam, I thought that you were Victoria Porter, a very good friend of mine!"

He'd been about to kiss me before he realised that I wasn't my mother, I looked at his black face and thought, 'Pity he realised I wasn't my mother before the kiss, that might have been a nice experience!'

I smiled at his discomfort and that seemed to shock him even more, "You appear to have my girlfriend's dress, her hair and now, her smile...who are you?"

"I'm Sarah Clarke...how long have you known Victoria Porter?"

He looked me up and down with hungry eyes, "Me and Vicky have been Very good friends for four or five years now!"

That information caused me to raise my eyebrows a little, my mother had been born Victoria Porter but when she married my father before I was born, she had taken his last name, she had been Victoria Clarke for over sixteen years.

"My name is Suliman Canmore and I'm very pleased to meet you Sarah Clarke!"

I had to look away from him to stop myself laughing at the absurdity of the situation, as I looked away, I spotted the charity shop first and then the lingerie display in the clothes shop window.

"So Sarah Clarke...how come you're wearing my girlfriend's favourite dress?"

I looked back to the charity shop, pointed at the rack of clothes in the doorway, "I saw it in there, fell in love with it and just had to have it!"

He laughed, "Well, I have to say, it fits you better than it fitted my girlfriend the last time she wore it for me, it had become a little tight on her in recent months."

I was now looking at the basque that I'd recognised from my mother's wardrobe, scarlet, like the dress I'd borrowed with black trimmings, he looked over my shoulder, just like the man had done earlier, looking down the three open buttons down the front of my dress, "Would your husband like to see you wearing a basque like that?"

I stifled the urge to chuckle, "I think he would love to see me wearing that and nothing else!"

Suliman didn't worry about holding back his laughter, "I bought my girlfriend that very model for her last birthday, she loves wearing it for me...mind you, I bought the same one for my wife, she threw it in my face, asked me if I thought she was a whore or something!"

"Is your girlfriend a whore?"

"Damned...if she was, no man would be able to afford her price...she's better...far better than any whore that I've ever paid to have sex with me!"

'Wow, this is all getting very adult...perhaps I'm going too far now...I'd better rein myself in a little...and anyway, I'm sure that my mother couldn't possibly be his girlfriend, not if his girlfriend was so good at sex, I couldn't imagine my mother being a sex expert!'

He reached over my shoulder and took the left hand side of my open dress in his fingers, stroking from the collar of my dress down to the first unopened button, the backs of his fingers pressing into the exposed rise of my breast, pulling the neck open a little wider so that he could see down inside my dress further, he could see the whole of my bra covered breast now.

"I love your sexy bra...are you in the market for a lover on the side Sarah Clarke...I could buy you that sexy basque to seal the deal!"

"What would my husband say if I turned up at home with a sexy basque from a strange man Mr Canmore?"

He tested the fourth button, trying to prise it open to get more access to my breasts, he looked up and down the road to see if people were paying attention to a huge black man toying with a petite white woman in the street but this end of the town had less footfall than the area closer to the supermarket and the shopping arcade. He looked down the front of my dress again, "I'd make the danger of your husband finding out about us worthwhile Sarah!"

He punctuated 'Sarah' with a prod from his cock, it pressed into the small of my back to prove just how big his cock was.

I was almost swooning when I was brought back down to earth by the sound of a mobile phone ringing, Suliman's phone. He pulled his hand out of the top of my dress and dug in his pocket for his phone, "Hi darling...No, I was just putting my bag in my car in the car park...I'll come and meet you at the supermarket to carry the bags...love you darling!"

He gave me a sad smile, "Well, Sarah Clarke, I do hope to see you again soon..." he looked down at his cock forming a lump in his trousers, "...I'd love to see you dancing on the end of my snake here Sarah!"

He was chuckling as he walked towards his wife up at the supermarket. I actually felt a little guilty at the thought that a married man wanted to have sex with me. I spotted Suliman with his wife a little later, she was carrying a little girl who looked around four or five years old. Suliman gave me a second look that wasn't missed by his wife, she looked me over as I waited to cross a road, I heard her say, "Is that Vicky Porter?"

"No, I recognised the dress but that wasn't Vicky wearing it...I think Vicky out grew the dress, probably gave it to the charity shop, there's plenty of them in this town!"

The traffic stopped and we all went on our separate ways.

Even though I was having a ball walking around the town centre watching the effect that I was having on men and boys, I decided to cut my visit to town short because I couldn't actually sort my knickers and tights out without lifting my dress up higher than my waist and having a roll of material hanging around my upper thighs as I walked along. I was forced to hike my tights up about every ten paces because walking kept pulling them down, it was around three thousand paces from town to home so I had to pull my tights up around three hundred times.

As I walked from the town centre towards home, I spotted Kelly Timpson hanging around the car park at the small industrial estate that was all that was left, separating our small village from the town these days. I wasn't really her friend, even though my inner voice often mentioned her to me, like when Kelly was telling us about discovering the pleasures of sucking her boyfriend's cock, I was in the vicinity but as usual I was trying to make myself as small as possible, hoping that no one would spot me and give me any grief.

I wondered if I should call out to Kelly, let her know that I was there, in case she spotted me and thought that I was spying on her.

I saw an older man walk out of one of the small warehouse units, I think it was a paint warehouse or something, the man was wearing overalls with a large logo across the back, covering almost all of his shoulders. Kelly rushed over to him and they kissed, 'Her father!' popped into my head, 'He must be her father!' but as his right hand grabbed at her bum through the back of her dress and started palpating her bottom through her dress I changed my mind, 'I wonder if he was the man that taught Kelly how to suck a cock?'

Kelly was giggling as she pulled away from him, "Come on Peter...you only have fifty-nine minutes left of your lunch break!"

I shook my head in disbelief as Kelly ran to the front passenger door of an old Volvo estate car. I reached the main road just before the Volvo drove out of the industrial estate, I watched as the car with Kelly and the man from the paint warehouse drove towards my village. There was a roundabout so that people leaving town could safely turn into my village.

I crossed the road and spotted the Volvo heading back towards me again but a few hundred yards away from me, it turned into a farm gateway. By the time I reached the back of the car, Kelly and the bloke were in the back of the estate car, the seats in the back were folded down and the front seats were pushed as far forward as they could go.

I paused for a moment, looking in the back window of the car as Kelly sucked his cock while he was undressing her...I stopped there watching as he pulled her face away from his cock, pushed her onto her back and covered her body with his.

Kelly was only two or three months older than me and she was already fucking, but not fucking boys of our own age or a few years older but men, Peter looked almost as old as my father...well, I guess that I'd come really close to losing my virginity just a few hours earlier to a married man, only a few years younger than the man grunting on top of Kelly at that very moment as I walked away from that farm gateway.

I took a short cut through the park that Colin had tried to finger fuck me in earlier in the morning, from the gateway on the town side of the park, I could clearly see every inch of the park, including the bench that I'd been sitting on earlier with Colin as he pushed his hand up under my dress, anyone entering the park from that gateway would have seen what Colin was trying to do to me.

When I reached home, I rushed up to my bedroom and took my mother's dress off, I looked at my reflection in my bedroom mirror, the roll that had been knickers and tights earlier in the day looked ridiculous, just a tangle of material, I couldn't believe that the man had managed to cause so much disruption to my underwear in so little time as he was desperately trying to fuck me.

'What the hell?'

I stepped a little closer to the mirror, there was a snail's trail from my belly button down to my pubic hair, the path that the head of the man's cock had taken while he was trying to line his cock up with my cunt to have sex with me. I parted the few hairs covering my mound, the trail of dried pre-cum ran from my belly button all the way to just a millimetre away from the start of my vaginal cleft...he was just one millimetre away from nailing me when I finally made my excuse and stopped him. I started rubbing that space, just below the end of the slime trail of dried pre-cum, I shivered and gasped as pleasure rushed through my body.

"Sarah darling, are you up there?"

'Dad...dad's home!' jumped into my head...

I was suddenly dragged back to the present day, the voice wasn't my father returning home six months ago, it was the boy walking with Colin who was 'Cat' calling up at me as I stood in my bedroom window, he shouted up at me, "Hello darling, coming out to play with us?"

Colin dug him in his ribs, "Don't waste your time with her...she's a bleeding little prick teaser!"

I stepped away from the open window, it had been six months...give or take a few days...and Colin was still bearing a grudge against me because I didn't let him finger fuck me or take his cock in my hand out in the middle of our local park, I hadn't spoken to him since our third date...mind you, I hadn't really spoken to him before our first date, truth be told...I'd let my happiness at starting my Christmas holiday turn my head and agree to go out with him even though I didn't really know him and he was the first older boy that I'd gone out with.

I chuckled at the thought that he was the oldest boy I'd been out with at nine o'clock on that cold and frosty Monday morning back in December and by eleven o'clock I'd almost been plugged by a married man at least three times Colin's age and I'd come close to letting an African man pick me up at eleven thirty...only saved by his wife phoning him to see where he'd got to. A whole ocean of water had flowed under my bridge in the intervening six months.

My little trip down memory lane had reminded me about the African man who had mistaken me for Victoria Porter all those months ago, which was my mother's maiden name...his name had been Suliman Canmore and the film that Simon and I had watched in my parent's bedroom a few hours earlier had a pizza delivery driver that was big and black and everyone called him Suliman...I couldn't swear that my Suliman from six months earlier was the same Suliman that had delivered my mother a pizza and a good fucking in that film because, in the film, the black man had been clean shaven but the man I'd met just before Christmas had a big bushy beard...but it certainly was a coincidence if they weren't the same man...and I don't believe in coincidences.

I actually cursed Colin, even though I'd kicked Simon out of my house because I'd had enough sex to last me for one day, my memories of my close encounter with my first ever married man had started my juices flowing again and I could have tried a double bang with Colin and his friend if Colin hadn't been so childish!"

I settled on my bed, flat on my back with an itch in my fanny and an English text book covering my face, blocking out the afternoon sunlight and that was the position that my father found me in when he got home from work at three o'clock, three hours earlier than I'd expected him to get home.

He woke me up as he walked into my bedroom, he did a jump turn and apologised for walking into my bedroom without knocking on my bedroom door first, but in his defence he said, "But your bedroom door was wide open darling!"

I lifted the book off of my face, my inner voice was demanding that I covered my naked body immediately, I totally ignored it, I looked at the text book, it was still on page three, I hadn't even read a chapter of the book before I fell asleep. My dad was struggling to hide the flag pole that had grown in his trousers.

I closed the book and put it on my bedside table, "You're home early...have they fired you?"

My dad looked at me over his shoulder, I was still flat on my back, I was still naked, my dad looked up and down my body and when his eyes returned to my face, he gave me a nervous smile, "No, they haven't sacked me darling, I was in a meeting with Mick Dakin this morning about the findings from the Health and Safety Executive...you know, that accident on the day of the picnic. At lunch time, Mick suggested that I have a half day to make up for missing most of the picnic the Saturday before last."

"What about Peter Simpson...isn't he the director in charge of construction?"

"He is but he was out today doing one of his 'Civic Responsibility' things, Mick's signature on the forms was good enough for the safety people!"

"Can you pass me my sun suit please dad..." it was a similar outfit to the one I'd worn to his company picnic, like a very lightweight lilac top and fitted shorts in a matching material. As he passed me my clothes, he turned to face me, no longer fighting nature to stop his erection showing through his suit trousers, "...but you didn't come straight home then?"

"No, I had to go into Northampton to Harry Callahan's commercial film studio about something before I came home!"

"Is he the man that mum calls 'Dirty Harry'?"

Dad looked shocked that I even knew Harry Callahan's name...

"Because of his name...you know, the character that Clint Eastwood played him in three films in the olden days, that's why she called your friend Dirty Harry!"

Dad relaxed at my explanation, he thought that I might have heard something rude about his friend.

I pulled my sun suit's top over my head, no bra under it and then I pulled my shorts on as well and while I dressed as my father looked on, the thought tickled my imagination, 'So...Mick sends his son over to fuck me at ten thirty and at twelve o'clock, he sent my father home from work early to catch me and Simon having sex together!'

I stood up and pulled my shorts into place with no knickers under them, my dad looked awkward, "It looks like the summer has finally started, it's red hot in here this afternoon!"

I nodded my head in agreement, "That's why I didn't bother getting dressed and why I'm not wearing any underwear!"

He gave me a nervous nod of his head and now that I was dressed, his problem erection started to soften.

"Erm, your Uncle Dan was telling me earlier that he saw you down at The Dip last night...Richard was a little disappointed that they couldn't stay longer, he thought that the two of you might become closer...erm...friends now that you'll be joining him at Wellingborough High School in a few weeks time!"

"He pestered his teacher into letting him guide me around the school on my orientation day, he tried to kiss me behind the bike sheds..."

I saw a half smile cross my father's face, "You didn't like that he tried to kiss you?"

"Not, it wasn't the kiss that bothered me, just where we were, everyone from my school knew that we were first cousins and there were several other groups of students from my school being shown around at the same time...anyone could have seen us kissing...if I had let him kiss me that is."

"Oh! I can see how that might have upset you, being caught kissing a close relative behind the bike sheds."

"Did you get lunch before you came home?"

My dad smiled at my question, "I had a pint of barley soup in Northampton at the pub around the corner from Harry's film studio."

"Okay then, shall I make you a cup of coffee?"

"It's a bit too hot for coffee or tea at the moment, I was wondering if you'd like to take a walk in the shade by Mill Farm's lake."

"That might be nice dad, pity mum isn't due home any time soon, I'll bet she'd love a walk in the woods by the cool lake."

So there we were walking towards Mill Farm on the warmest afternoon of the year. At the edge of the village, a 'City Slicker' type in a brand new seventy thousand pound Porsche Macan Turbo barrelled into our sleepy little village at mach two, the lone occupant of the car, lording it over the poorer people of the area.

I got a massive shock when we reached Mill Farm...For as long as I could remember, the name plate at the end of the driveway down to Mill Farm had been a large white enamelled sign with Mill Farm emblazoned on it in two inch high letters and the farm's telephone number under it in half sized numbers...well, that sign had been replaced with a new sign, not steel with an enamelled coating this time but plastic and the name was now 'Tumbledown Farm' and the telephone number under the name was now, 16-06-1982. I was so shocked that I stopped in my tracks, "Why has Mr. Pritchard changed the name of his farm?"

"He retired back in May, the farm's been for sale ever since...must have been bought by a new owner who's changed its name!"

"They can't just do that can they? I mean, just because they buy a farm, they shouldn't be able to change its name, everyone around here knows that it's Mill Farm, it's been Mill Farm for over four hundred years, we give people directions using it, you know, the back road into Wellingborough is the second turning on the right after Mill Farm...now what will we do?"

My dad was just saying that we'd have to tell people to turn second right after tumbledown farm then, there was a toot or rather bellow of a car horn from behind us, the City slicker in his Porsche had returned, a little slower this time than the first time I'd seen it. Me and my father stepped aside and let the Porsche pull off the road and onto the track leading to Mill Farm...or, rather, Tumbledown Farm. On the way into our village the driver had been on his own, two minutes later he had a passenger in the front seat, the boy that had been with Colin Parker earlier.

The driver stopped short of the farm house and the driver jumped out, My father introduced himself, looking over his shoulder at me and telling Alexander that my name was Sarah, the boy slipped slowly out of the passenger seat, his football under his arm and his father introduced him as Duncan. Duncan walked over to me and he whispered, "Sorry about earlier...you know, cat calling up at your bedroom window, Colin said that I'd probably upset you because you weren’t that kind of a girl!"

I laughed and returned the whisper, "I heard what Colin said to you, he told you not to bother with me because I was a little prick tease!"

Duncan blushed, "Sorry about that!"

"You don't have to be sorry, it's Colin that's the prat, not you!"

While Duncan and I were having our little exchange, my father and Alexander were talking about the farm and the change of name, I walked in on their conversation just as Alexander was saying, "No, not my telephone number, that was the date that my best friend was killed in the battle for Mount Tumbledown, we were both twenty year old Scots Guards, I made it home in one piece but my friend came home in a body bag."

There was a conversation about the footpath over to and around the old mill pond, Alexander told my father that he had already made an application to have the footpath closed down, I just saw my father smile, Alexander wouldn't be the first land owner to try to close down long established public rights of way but the path that we were heading for had been enshrined in law for over five hundred years when King Henry the eighth sold off the local monastery and all of its land and he gave our little village something called a 'Boot', a grant of access across the old monastery's land to collect fallen branches from the woods around the land to use as firewood, so it wasn't just a simple footpath.

My dad asked what his solicitor had said about closing the path.

"I spoke to a local man who told me not to waste my money but my guy in London told me that there shouldn't be too much of a problem to get a footpath to nowhere closed."

I asked Duncan why he was hanging out with Colin and how they had met, after all, Duncan had only lived in the area for a few days.

"I have been offered a place at Wellingborough High School and Colin was showing me around the school...that's how I met him, mind you, my father's been into Kettering this morning to see their clearance committee to try and get me one of the last few places at Stanton Academy, so I might not be going to Wellingborough after all!"

"I was given a place at Wellingborough, my father would have loved me to go to Kettering but my marks just weren’t good enough!"

Duncan smiled at me, "Perhaps I should ask my father not to try too hard to get me moved then, it'd be fun going to school with you every day."

We were all just walking past the front of the old farm house, a dog somewhere in the yard was going crazy, barking and whimpering as it heard us.

My dad said, "Sounds like someone is pleased that you're home!"

Alexander said, "That's Stanley, it's a rescue dog, the police took it off of a group of illegal puppy farmers, I took it because it hasn't been socialised with people or other dogs, I think that it needs a walk!"

I pulled a face in Duncan's direction, "Who gives a dog a name like Stanley?"

"Sadly...a man like my father...the mountain in the Falklands he was telling your father about overlooks the capital, Stanley, so as he had just renamed the farm Tumbledown he called the new dog Stanley."

The dog broke free of Alexander and hit me like a pussy seeking missile, its nose hit me hard between my legs and bowled me over onto my back on the track and it was jumping all over me trying to mount me. If I hadn't seen the film of my mother and Rex a few days earlier, I wouldn't have had a clue what the dog was after from me but I did know now and was protecting that part of my body that Stanley was interested in.

Alexander managed to pull the dog away from me and get a leash linked into its collar to force the dog away from me, we all continued our walk to the lake and the woodland surrounding it. Because Stanley was still interested in me, I fell back a little behind my father and Alexander, Duncan walked with me, we were just talking nonsense to each other, getting to know each other.

I plucked up the courage to ask the first difficult but serious question, "So Duncan, how has your girlfriend taken your move from London to the back of beyond?"

He had an awkward expression on his face, "I don't really know any girls, I've been to all boy schools since I was six years old!"

He checked that our fathers were both still deep in conversation, "Colin told me that you had only just turned fourteen, have you started going out with boys yet?"

"Well, I went out with Colin three times just before Christmas, I broke it all off when he tried to get me to give him a blow-job out in the open in our local park where anyone in the village could have seen us...that's why he called me a prick tease."

Duncan blushed a little.

"I've had dozens of boyfriends since then...are you still a virgin Duncan?"

His blush turned a deeper red, our fathers had just turned a corner on the path and were entering the wooded area that surrounded the lake, Alexander yanked Stanley back, the dog was still trying to get back to me again, he looked at his son's bright red face and shook his head, I got the feeling that he thought his son was a bit of a disappointment, I was certain that Alexander had lost his virginity before his sixteenth birthday.

"So, are you like the other boys around here, a condom tucked at the back of your wallet in case you get lucky Duncan?"

My question didn't help his red face to cool down any but he managed to nod his head to tell me that he did have a condom hidden at the back of his wallet.

We were back in view of my dad and Alexander now, I watched my father bend down and pick up a stick, he looked at Alexander, "For my fire at home!", and then my father put the stick in his trouser pocket and I punched the ball out of Duncan's hand and as it bounced on the path, I kicked at it, sending it looping into the bushed a few feet away from the path. The sound of me kicking the ball attracted the attention of both of our parents and they looked back at us...Duncan's face was one of shock, bright red shock, he was making a kind of whimpering sound as he pointed in the direction that his football went under my kick.

I heard Alexander say, "That boy treats that bloody ball like a comfort blanket, the only time it leaves his hands is when he's playing football with it."

I said, "I'm sorry Duncan, I was trying to hit my father with your ball..." he gave another little whimper, he pointed at my father and back to the bushed where I'd kicked his ball, "...come on Duncan, I'll help you to look for your ball..." I looked back at my father, ""...you keep going, we'll catch you up when we find the ball!"

I grabbed Duncan's arm, I really needed a tow truck to get him moving up the slight incline towards the bushes...he really was that upset by my kicking his ball away.

I took him straight to where I'd kicked his ball, pointed at it, "See, it isn't lost, I knew exactly where I'd kicked it to, now, do you want to use that condom and get rid of your virginity while were out of sight?"

The shock on his face changed into a stupid grin and suddenly the bright redness drained to an ashen white as he fumbled into his back pocket for his wallet. He presented his wallet to me and showed me the foil lozenge shape in the rearmost compartment of his wallet. I moved over to the trunk of an oak tree and looked around it to see if either of our fathers were paying any interest in our direction, they were both walking slowly along the lakeside path while the dog was acting as a break to their progress, trying as it was to pull Alexander in my direction.

I turned back to Duncan, he was looking more confused, I could almost read his mind, 'Is this what Colin meant when he called her a prick tease?' He was still offering me his wallet to take the condom out of it. I took a deep breath and pulled my sun top off over my head...Duncan gasped when he saw my breasts out in the open just a few feet away from him. I threw my top over the top of a bush. He jabbed his walled in my direction again but instead of taking the condom out, I hooked my thumbs over the waistband of my shorts and pushed them down over my trainers, dropping it on top of my shirt. I rubbed my hands up and down my body as he looked at me, then I parted my legs and rubbed my cunt a few times, giving myself a little pleasure as he stammered, "Can I take a picture of you on my mobile phone Sarah?"

Duncan gasped again and once again, he thrust his wallet in my direction, this time I dipped my fingers in and withdrew the silver foil lozenge. I pulled his shorts down, exposing his cock, it had been hard inside his shorts but as soon as I exposed it, it shrank down, trying to hide behind his pubic hair. I fluffed him up to full erection again, then I tore the foil wrapper open and dropped the foil on the ground before rolling the condom down his cock.

I leaned my back against the tree trunk and invited Duncan to step up to me, we kissed and I tried to get an angle for his cock to enter my pussy but it was all wrong, I was either too short or he was too tall and then I remembered when Mick and Peter were playing with me at the picnic, Mick had bent me over and his cock had come very close to filling my pussy, even though he was taller than Duncan.

"Just a minute, we need a different angle on things Duncan!"

I turned my back on him, bent over and grabbed a hold on the tree's trunk, from my new position, I could look around the tree in the direction of our fathers, I saw my father look over his shoulder in my direction, I wondered if he spotted me but from the smile on his face, I guessed that he'd spotted me and the fact that my shoulders and breasts weren't covered in lilac coloured cotton but rather flesh toned pink!

Duncan stepped back into me, he bent his knees and slipped his cock between my thighs, he was getting into his stride fucking me and he was gasping how fantastic I was for letting him fuck me but I had to disappoint him, "Duncan, you haven't managed it yet..."

I altered my position, let go of the tree with my left hand and reached back between my legs and redirected his cock from between my thighs and into my pussy, Duncan gasped out an, "Oh My God!", his whole body shivered and he filled his condom in around ten seconds flat. He'd had his fun and I got absolutely nothing out of the act but at least I'd done my good term for the day and helped Duncan over his virginity issue.

"Oh my God Sarah, I'm really sorry about that, I didn't want to cum so quickly...I hope that you give me another chance soon!"

I straightened up and I gave him another kiss, "It isn't a problem, I had a lot of orgasms this morning so it's no big deal...we'd better get back to our fathers...don't forget your football!"

I pulled my shorts and top back on while Duncan fastened his shorts, he was just looking at his football.

"Aren't you going to pick your ball up?"

"I don't think I'll bother, I have a new hobby now, football can go hang itself!"

I giggled at him and then pushed him out of the tree line on the left hand side of the large oak tree while I left on the right so that we didn't leave the bushes together. We jogged after our fathers. Alexander looked at Duncan and said, "Where's your ball?"

"We couldn't find it."

Alexander looked surprised, then he asked if he should help us look for the ball, he looked even more surprised when Duncan said, "No...don't bother, Sarah said that it'll show up in the autumn when the leaves fall off of the trees and bushes."

We walked one complete circuit of the lake and when we got back to the point that I had kicked the ball away and started on the path back to the farm track, I pulled at Duncan's arm, "Shall we go and have one last look for your ball before I go home Duncan?"

We ran together back to the tree line, Duncan pushed my back against the tree, "Stop that, you'll mess the back of my shirt up."

I pulled my top off again and tossed it on top of the same bush as earlier and as I was pulling my shorts down Duncan stammered, "Erm Sarah, I don't have another condom!"

"That's okay, I wasn't going to offer you another fuck, I thought that you might like a blow-job!"

I squatted down in front of him and started to suck his cock, he started rocking back and forth as if he was fucking my mouth and he said, "Can I tell Colin what we did today?"

I stopped sucking him and asked, "Why would you want to?"

"Just to make him mad and let him know that we might have both had a little fun with you earlier if he hadn't called you a prick tease!"

"I'd rather that you didn't brag about me behind my back...actually, you shouldn't brag about any girl behind her back!"

He smiled at that, especially as I returned to sucking his cock.

"Pity though, it would drive him crazy, he told me about all the girls that he'd fucked up to now but I think that most of the girls were more fantasy than reality..." there was a groan, "...I'm going to cum...is that okay?"

I nodded my head without easing up on my sucking and he went weak at the knees and filled my mouth with his slime before pulling away from me because the pleasure was too great for him to stand anymore.

After I got dressed again, I dragged his football out of the undergrowth and I left by the right hand side path again and once out in the open, I shouted out, "I've found the ball Duncan!"

I saw a wry smile on my father's face as Duncan came crashing out of the bushes behind me, he snatched his ball out of my hands and said, "Never kick my ball again you crazy girl!"

He sounded angry but he had a smile on his face.

We trailed our fathers again to the farmhouse, Duncan asked me if he could come round to my house in the morning.

"You might not have my exclusive attention if you do, I have other irons in the fire."

"Oh! Would you rather that I didn't come to see you?"

"Not at all but if you do come you might have to share me with another boy...or man!"

He gave me an awkward smile and then he changed his expression, "Could be fun...after all, I was calling you to come down and play with me and Colin this morning...wasn't I!"

We joined up with my father and Alexander at the entrance to the farm yard, Stanley started sniffing around Duncan's cock, the dog could obviously smell my scent on that area of Duncan's body. My dad thanked Alexander for the walk around the lake, he took the stick out of his pocket and waved it at Alexander, "Oh...by the way Alexander, when you talk to your posh London lawyer, mention a firewood boot to him in passing!"

My dad looped his arm over my shoulder as we turned out onto the road, "Did you have fun with Duncan darling?"

"Not really."

"Oh! I thought that you took him into the bushes to have sex with him."

"I did...but...it was a 'Pity shag', he was a virgin and he only lasted a few seconds, no fun for in it for me at all!"

"Was it any better when you lost your virginity?"

I laughed, "Not a lot really but that wasn't my fault, Simon Dakin complained that I was too tight for him but after he got his...erm...breath back, he managed to last for thirty minutes on his second time!"

"Will you be giving Duncan a second chance?"

"I told him that he could call on me tomorrow if he liked but that he might have to share me with another boy!"

My dad looked a little worried, "Who, Simon Dakin again?"

I shook my head, "No, I was thinking of inviting Cousin Richard to come over and spend the day with me tomorrow, if he can work out how the bus routes work that is!"

"I'm sure that your Uncle Dan will run him over before he starts work in the morning!"

I nodded my head and then I changed the subject, "Do you think that Stanley really was a rescue dog from an illegal puppy farm...I mean...he was only interested in me, how could that be unless he'd been trained to...well, you know what some people like to do with boy dogs, don't you?"

There was another wide grin on my father'[s face, "It might be worth having a chat with Alexander, see if that's what Stanley was used for in the past!"

By the time mum got home from work, dad had cooked the dinner and after dinner he and mum were kissing and cuddling on the sofa, I said that I was going to try and get into my English text book.

Mum dragged herself away from my father and said, "Oh darling, I got a text message from Stanton Academy earlier, their clearance process has been filling slots not taken by the first round of students, they are offering you a place if you'd like it so you may not have to read that text book in the end!"

Dad jumped in with, "I hope that you accepted on Sarah's behalf darling!"

Mum gave him an exasperated look, "No, I needed to ask Sarah first, see if she wanted to go all the way to school in Kettering for the next four years!"

My dad was gobsmacked, "Of course she’ll go to Kettering, it's a much better school than Wellingborough!"

Mum rounded on him, "But most of her friends will be going to Wellingborough, that's why she might prefer to go there!"

"I'm happy to go to either school, I'll make friends wherever I go! But the end of year exam will be the same at both schools so eventually I'll need to read the text book."

"Well, they've offered you a chance to visit the school next Monday for a guided tour, not with the students there but some of the school's governors will be there to show people around the school and answer your questions, you can make up your mind then!"

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