He lost his erection because I'd shocked him, asking him what he was doing in the bushes but he soon regained it again when he saw that I was a young girl from the local secondary school and he started rubbing his cock again as it regained its full height.

"Were you trying to flash your cock at the woman?"

He smiled at me and started moving in towards me, "How come you aren't screaming your head off and running a mile?"

"I didn't have anything to do and my boyfriend's busy training for a football match, he suggested that I should come out here and look for a man he called 'Flash Harry' to keep myself busy!"

He was just inches away from me, he had a long cock, thin at the head but growing fatter and fatter as it got closer to his balls. He was rubbing his right fist up and down, pumping himself to a full erection.

"So, your boyfriend sent you out to look for me then...why did he do that?"

I reached out and started rubbing his cock for him, as I rubbed, he let go of it and reached out to lift my breasts. "Well, I've only just found out about boy's cocks, I led a very sheltered life up until I started at Abbeyfield School yesterday and I think my boyfriend wants me to try lots of different cocks."

He pushed my chin up and unfastened the top button of my dress, "What do you like to do..." He flipped the next two buttons open, down to the point that my ID card hung from my neck, he picked the card up and read my name, "Kitty? Clarke, any relation to Colin Clarke from Simon De Senlis Primary School way?"

I nodded my head, "Yes, he's my grandfather!"

"Really, so how come Colin didn't teach you all about sex six or seven years ago then?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "I have no idea but you're the second person to ask me that question today."

"Well, that's because Colin's targets of interest are girls between the ages of four and nine years old...mind you, he likes any kind of taboo sex as well, like incest, bestiality and mating young white girls with big black men...trying to get them pregnant."

Well, I had already found out that my grandfather fucked my mother regularly, I'd heard her admitting it to Tom Westfield on video and last night I'd heard them doing it while my dad was looking for spanners for my grandfather to use and Elizabeth had told me that he'd been having sex with her since she was just four years old.

I looked down, Harry had finished unbuttoning the front of my dress, "So Kitty, do you like being naked in a dangerous place like this?"

I nodded my head, "I guess so!" It frightened me but it also excited me to the max as well, a very recent discovery that I'd made about myself.

"Do you like fucking...I have a condom?"

"I've never had proper sex, I've sucked a few cocks and had a few up my bum so far but not full sex!"

Harry was easing my dress off over my shoulders, catching it just before it fell to the ground, into the mud. He hooked it over a branch, "So, you like having a cock up your bum then?"

I nodded my head, I was just in the process of wondering what score I'd give Harry for his cock, he had to be a little higher than Robert because his cock was longer as well as fatter...well, fatter at its base at any rate, fatter than Paul Preston's cock...the perfect specimen for someone new to anal insertion.

He turned my body to face away from him but without having to take my hand off of his cock, he unfastened my bra and he pushed that off of my shoulders too. I had to let go of his cock so that he could finish taking my bra off to hang it alongside my dress.

My knickers disappeared in double quick time too, I expected him to get stuck into me right there in the middle of that bush but he didn't...

I was pulled to the very edge of the outside world, there were quite literally just a half dozen leaves between me and the footpath, the toddler in the stroller could see me, she was pointing again and babbling something in baby talk as Harry stood behind me playing with my tits and rubbing his hand over my pussy for the toddler to see, then he whispered in my ear, "You asked me earlier if I was flashing the woman...well, while that would turn me on immensely, letting little Poppy there see me naked and masturbating will make it easier for me...or a man like your grandfather Colin get into her little knickers so much more easily...and now, I want you to suck my cock for Poppy so that she doesn't think it frightening when someone tries to fuck her mouth in a couple of years time."

I was turned so that I was sideways on to Poppy and Harry stood in front of me. I squatted down in front of Harry and started sucking his cock. There were far less leaves covering my hiding place that low down, if Poppy's mother had looked up, even for a second, she would have spotted my naked body as I sucked Harry's cock. Poppy's baby babble increased, she was pointing me out to her mother but her mother was totally ignoring her, she was still lost in her cyber world, either playing a game or messaging on social media, she said, almost absentmindedly, "What is it Poppy darling, can you see a pretty dickey-bird?"

I sucked Harry's cock for a good five minutes before he turned me to face away from him and he eased his cock into my bum so that Poppy could see him fucking me on our left hand side, he whispered, "If I start to hurt you, just tap my right thigh, try not to let Poppy see that it's hurting you if it does!"

I nodded my head. He slipped in really easily because his cock was so thin at the head, it only started to feel uncomfortable when he was more than half way in, he stroked my hair and said in a loud voice, "Good girl Kitty, you're doing very well darling!"

I was watching Poppy, she had started out giggling as Harry started fucking my arse but now she was looking quite intently, as soon as Harry spoke at his normal volume, I saw Poppy's mother look up and down the path, she even looked behind the bench to see if she could see where the sound had come from before going straight back to her mobile phone, she never even looked in our direction before getting lost in her phone again.

Harry's hands moved to my hips, he pulled my bottom hard into his abdomen and shook his hips from side to side to get the last few millimetres of his cock into my bum, that actually did hurt me a little because he was deeper in my bum than anyone had been so far as well as the fattest cock so far but I didn't let it show as he spurted his spunk up into my bum.

I was turned to face Poppy again and Harry forced my legs as wide apart as they would go, he reached around my ribcage with his left hand playing with my tits and his right arm reached around my hip, he was masturbating me, massaging my clitoris until I had a massive orgasm, as I was gasping through my climax, Poppy was giggling all over again. Finally her mother was taking an interest in Poppy as Harry pulled me backwards into the bush and out of sight of mother and baby.

Harry was actually praising me for the way that I took him all the way in, he had noticed the point that he actually hurt me and the fact that I hid my pain from Poppy had caused him to cum and climax harder than usual.

Harry was dressed in a second, he slipped his arms into his trench coat and fastened the top few buttons and then he walked out of the back of the bush. He walked quite a way away as I dressed and as I was almost ready to leave the bush, again from the back way, Harry walked along the tarmac path. Poppy's mum was back in her social media again as Harry walked right in front of her and flashed Poppy, up very close, a quick flash of his worm, sleeping now from over exertion. Harry said, "Oh what a beautiful little girl!", as he passed her mother.

Harry made such a massive deposit up my bum that I actually had to pop my emergency panty liner in the crotch of my knickers to catch all of his spent fuel rods. I checked the time, I had to head back to school so I turned my back on Poppy and her mother and started to walk back to school.

I saw a man that I recognised at the corner of the school fence, I didn't know him but I had seen him in photographs in my parent's wedding album...I did see who he was talking too though, he was talking to Paul Gamble, they looked like two peas in a pod!

'I thought that you meant after that night, I assumed that you had watched Harry, Ken and Paul Gamble fuck me at my wedding reception!' Jumped into my head from the second video that I'd watched last night!

And it was quite common around here for the first son to be named after his father...so, was the man talking to Paul Gamble his father, and if he was, he was one of the five men that had fucked my mother on her wedding day! The Paul Gamble that my mother had claimed had been snipped to stop him fathering any more children but she didn't trust him and still made him wear a condom.

I caught a little of their conversation before they realised that they weren't alone, Paul's father was complaining that he'd driven all the way home expecting to have a little fun with someone and that Paul had let him down.

Paul spotted me walking behind his father, he whispered, "Shhhh, dad!" and then he gestured with his head in my direction before saying, "Afternoon Kitty...this is my dad, another Paul!"

Paul's dad spun on his heels and looked at me so I said, "Afternoon Mr Gamble."

"Hi Kitty...you wouldn't be Kitty Clarke would you?"

I nodded my head.

"Vicky and Johnny Clarke's daughter?"

"That's me!"

Paul senior looked at his watch and said, "You don't need to be in school for ten minutes Kitty, how would you like to come someplace with me for a little bit of fun?"

I shook my head, "I don't think so, I'm still a virgin and my bottom is sore so you can't use that!"

Big Paul looked thoughtful for a moment, "I'd be happy with a blow-job love...come on, I know a safe place that we can spend a few minutes and have a little fun."

I turned on my heels and started walking with big Paul back to the bushes, young Paul started complaining, "Hey, what about me?"

His dad said, "You shouldn't have pissed Elizabeth off this morning, we could both have had our fun with her if you'd behaved yourself!"

Paul took me into the first bush, I could have pointed out that the second area of bushes was much safer but then, did I want to increase the footfall into that space or keep it more exclusive, so I happily followed Paul into the tunnel of overhanging branches. I made sure that I went in deeper than Elizabeth had earlier in the day and also made sure that Paul was between me and the rest of the world.

I sucked him off, I felt pleased with myself because it took me less than five minutes from cold to be swallowing his semen...I also felt pleased with myself because I'd stopped him undressing me, I told him, "Just a blow-job, that's all that's on offer!"

My timetable had me down for a blended class for good citizenship lessons, I had no idea what a blended lesson was and I'd never done a good citizenship class before, all the information that I actually had was that we were all to meet in the assembly hall after lunch.

Well, I soon found out what a blended class was, it was where they joined two classes together, my class, Seven Nightingale, with Eight Nightingale, I thought that it was unusual to join two classes of differently aged pupils together but part of the good citizenship ethos was getting the older pupils to actually teach the younger pupils what they learned the year before. We were all given fluorescent tabards because we would be leaving the school grounds, I wasn't sure if it was so that drivers out on the roads could see us so as not to run over us while we were outside or if it was so that the teachers in the machinegun posts could track us more easily in case we made a break for it in a bid to escape.

We were put into tribal groups based on our surnames, I was surprised when Colin Clarke was called out, just before me, he came over to me, "Are you a Clarke with an 'E' or without?"

"With...why?"

"There are another two Clarks without at the school, you're the first with an 'E' that I've met here, we could be related or something!"

I smiled at him, trying to weigh him up, "Well, I suppose anything is possible, actually, my grandfather is called Colin as well!"

He actually laughed, "My dad is another Colin...so that's three Colin Clarkes in the area...I'm feeling decidedly common now!"

That made me laugh, "So Colin, what does your father do for a living?"

He looked a little awkward, actually blushed a little, "I don't really know him, you know, I get birthday and Christmas presents, I think he still sees my mother from time to time but always when I'm out...what about you, what does your dad do?"

"My dad's a salesman!"

"Oh, what does he sell?"

I laughed, "This year it's specialist sports equipment, last year it was high end hi-fi equipment and the year before that it was..." I looked around to see if anyone was listening, "...sexy lingerie and sex toys, that kind of thing!"

Colin smiled at that comment, "That's funny, my last birthday present from my dad was a home multi gym, the birthday before that was a CD mixing desk and loud speakers and three years ago, I got a book token but my mother got a load of very sexy clothes! I wonder if our fathers know each other."

I smiled at him and kind of looked at him under my fringe, "Should a twelve year old boy talk about his mother wearing sexy clothes Colin?"

He suddenly looked shocked, looked all around to make sure that we were still alone, "I didn't say that I thought that she was sexy, my dad just got her a load of sexy clothes...anyway, she actually does look very sexy, she has lots of boyfriends."

"How old is your mother Colin?"

"She's twenty-six...I think!"

"Wow...so, she was just...what, thirteen when she fell pregnant with you. What did your grandparents say about that?"

"I don't know, I've never met my grandparents, I think they threw her out when they found out that she was pregnant!"

The teacher leading the blended class called for our attention, "Right class, lucky dip time, will one member of each tribe come and collect their assignment please?"

My tribe consisted of four boys and four girls, equally mixed between the two classes, we weren't exactly in alphabetical order, someone had made the list up roughly alphabetical but deliberately to mix between boys and girls as well as equal numbers of both ages.

No one in my group actually wanted to volunteer to go to the front of the class so I was voted by default to do it and ended up in the queue to dip my hand in the lucky dip bag. I handed the slip to the teacher, "Your team are litter picking, make sure that you wear your high visibility tabards at all times while you're outside the school and take picking sticks and rubbish bags as well as recycling bags before you leave the hall.

I didn't know every task in the good citizenship class, I'd heard one group were going to the local library, sorting out their book shelves and reading stories to toddlers in their 'Wriggly readers' program, another group were going to an old folks home to befriend a pensioner, another group were leaflet dropping for a local charity, popping their flyers through all the front doors in the area around our school.

Michael Cooper, one of Colin's classmates took charge of our group, he collected eight litter picking sticks, meter long sticks with fingers on the bottom and lever at the top to pick things up without bending over as well as several rolles of litter and recycling bags.

We got outside in the street, the litter was mostly on our side of the road, the long school fence collected flying paper and plastic, there was a little litter on the housing side of the road so two pickers went that side and six of us started on our side. Michael Cooper asked Colin if he was okay picking litter with his sister, Colin gave Michael a shocked look, "What do you mean...sister?"

Michael nodded his head in my direction, "Kitty Clarke...isn't she your sister...she looks like you and has the same last name?"

I could see from the look on Colin's face that he didn't see the similarities between us, if I were honest, I didn't see it either but the more that I found out about Colin, the more I realised that we could be related...closely related, Colin could quite possibly be my uncle, we could even be half brother and sister as my grandfather fucked my mother on the day that she fell pregnant with me.

Harry's comment flashed back in my mind, my grandfather only liked real taboo sex, like really young girls, under nine years old or incest, like he still fucked my mother because that was incest and if my grandfather was still fucking Colin's mother from time to time, she was probably one of his other illegitimate children as well.

I pointed my picking stick in the direction of the bushes, "There's lots of rubbish trapped on the spikes of those bushes down there!"

I was holding the black rubbish bag and Colin was carrying the orange recycling bag. Someone had postulated that most of the rubbish dropped in the area probably came from the kids at our school...or other schools in our area and that getting us to pick our own litter up and seeing how much hard work it took to gather it all in, might just make us think twice about dropping it in the first place.

I picked up a paper bag and was about to drop it in the recycling bag but Colin snatched the bag away from me, "Is it dry or wet?"

"A little damp!"

"Damp or wet paper or cardboard go in the rubbish bag, they don't want them recycling."

I dropped my paper bag in the rubbish bag. Colin grabbed a plastic bottle and dropped that in his bag.

I guided Colin into the first 'Den', there were hundreds of tissues, dozens of used condoms, condom wrappers, condom boxes, even knickers. "Are condoms recyclable?"

Colin shook his head, I don't think so, it only took a few seconds and all of the sex related detritus was in my rubbish bag.

Colin was giving me a strange look, I looked down at my dress, checked my hands, then I ran my fingers through my hair...'No, nothing seemed to be out of place!' so I said, "What? ...why are you looking at me like that?"

His face cracked into an uneasy smile, "I want to kiss you...and you're the first girl that I've ever wanted to kiss!"

I returned his smile and he started to lean in to kiss me.

I put my hand on his chest, doesn't it worry you that we could be related...that Michael kid thinks that we look like brother and sister and our surnames and everything!"

Colin shook his head, "I don't see the resemblance!"

I shook my head as well, "No, I agree with you but then, siblings often don't see the similarities...so, where does your father live?"

Colin tried to push in closer again and I stopped him again, "Ohhh...Somewhere on Hilldrop Road, opposite that primary school with the poncy name!"

"You mean 'Simon De Senlis Primary School'? Named after the first earl of Northamptonshire"

Colin nodded his head, "Yes, the house opposite that school!"

"That house would probably be Hill Top House?"

"Yes something like that!"

I relaxed my hand and let Colin kiss me...it was a little bit of a strange beginning to that kiss, Colin really didn't know anything about kissing girls...I'd never kissed a boy before I kissed Robert yesterday but at least I knew the mechanics of kissing...but then, I read a lot of books. Kissing had probably been mentioned in at least half a dozen of them. The kiss improved with longevity and by the end of that kiss, it wasn't half bad.

"So...Colin...how do you feel about incest?"

He gave me a blank look, "What is incest?"

"Where people who are closely related do what we just did...well, not quite that but...you know...where that kind of a kiss leads too!"

"But we can't be related...we'd know!"

"The Colin Clarke that lives at Hill Top House on Hilldrop Road is my grandfather, so, you're very probably my uncle and something I discovered yesterday, my grandfather could actually be my real father, if that's the case...we're half brother and sister!"

Colin chuckled at that revelation, "I've never had a niece or a half sister before..." He leaned in for another kiss and then he stopped himself, "...sorry, how do you feel about incest Kitty?"

I finished his move and kissed him, "I only read about incest yesterday for the first time...I don't really think that I'm bothered about it one way or another."

The first of the sex dens was now as clean as a whistle, my bag had all of the tissues, the cardboard boxes and the knickers in it, Colin's bag had three beer cans and all of the foil condom wrappers. I didn't take Colin into the second of the sex dens, I wanted to keep it exclusive but we continued litter picking from the outside of all of the bushes and as we shared the spoils of our labour..."There's another thing that you should know about my grandfather Colin!"

"What's that Kitty?"

"My grandfather doesn't like having sex with girls after their ninth birthday but he loves having sex with his daughters even after they're nine years old, he still screws my mother regularly and she's...well, ancient!"

"What does that mean Kitty?"

"You said earlier that you think that your father still has sex with your mother but only when you're out of the house?"

Colin nodded his head.

"And you also said that she was twenty-seven years old...that's well above his target age...unless she is his daughter as well. Fucking well mixed up, isn't it?"

I found another condom and tissue mine under another group of bushes, this time, I managed to mine out about three hundred condoms and a thousand tissues. I was even on my second black bag now as well while Colin was only half way filling his orange recycling bag, mind you, he was crushing all the aluminium cans down to little disks and squashing plastic bottles to save space.

We moved on to the third area and I was filling my third black plastic sack, I was trying to reach a wind-blown carrier bag that was stuck to a spike on a high branch but it was a little out of my reach so Colin lifted me up. As I caught the bag with my picking stick, Colin kissed my stomach...well, more my abdomen.

"Are you still a virgin Colin?"

"I am, you really are the first girl that I've kissed...so..."

I stopped him, "Some boys...well, men, use prostitutes and I don't think that prostitutes allow men to kiss them, so you could have lost your virginity to a whore and still not kissed her!"

He gave me a strange look. "How do you know about the inner workings of a transaction between a man and a whore?"

That made me think...I'd definitely never read a story with a prostitute in it. Being a bookish kind of girl and always reading, lost in another world of the book for many hours, adults tended to forget that I was there and they held inappropriate conversations in front of me believing that my brain could only commit to the one task at a time. I was racking my brain to remember where I got the little snippet of information from...who had been talking in front of me and to...Grandpa Colin's face jumped into my head...I think that I was in the back seat of his car, on my way either to or from somewhere important, he stopped the car to pick up a girl or young woman. Money was mentioned, not my grandfather asking how much money the woman needed, no, he was telling her how much she should charge. I was about five or six...no, definitely five because my half occupied brain had pinged, 'That's three times my age...that's five times my age and, that's ten times my age, whatever they were talking about seemed to all be set in multiples of my age.

I actually liked being held tightly in Colin's arms, liked having his mouth so close to my private place. I'd never heard the girls at school talking about boys putting their mouths in that close a proximity to their pussies but I blamed myself for that, most girls of my age seemed vacuous, if you banged any two of their heads together, it would probably sound like a gong, sound resonating in the empty space between their ears, so I never talked with them and if I had, I might have learned just how big my real family was as well as some of the things that my grandfather taught them about sex.

After I snatched the prize of a plastic carrier bag from the long spikes of the blackthorn tree, Colin slackened his grip around my upper thighs and let me slide down his body slowly. When he picked me up, he had squatted down in front of me, gripped me and did a straight lift, now that he was putting me down again, my body slid down his in very close proximity, he stopped me going down when my mouth was next to his and we kissed again, just a short kiss and then he grinned at me. I could feel that he had grown an erection against the tops of my legs during our kiss and that got me thinking and I said, "How often do you masturbate yourself Colin?"

He gave me a bit of a shocked look, "What makes you think that I masturbate myself?"

"Because you're a boy, and we all know that boys masturbate, all boys...even most married men masturbate because they can never get enough sex from their wives!"

As soon as I said it, I wondered where I got that little snippet of wisdom from and then I heard a little voice at the back of my head again, the one that sounded like my mother's voice, 'You'll never be idle Mary, even if all you do is wank a man for fifteen quid, there'll be men queuing around the block for your services and once you get used to earning fifteen pounds for fifteen minutes, you'll want to move on to sucking their cocks for twenty-five pounds for fifteen minutes and then you'll realise that you may as well let them fuck you for fifty quid, you can usually fuck three men in an hour at busy times!'

So, I'd heard my mother telling one of her friends but I was so young that I couldn't remember which of her friends it was, all I did remember was that the other woman was really young and that her name was Mary.

Colin mumbled, "A couple of times a day...I guess!"

I gave him another kiss for his honesty and then said, "Has anyone ever sucked your cock for you?"

I was looking at his face now, I noticed a slight change, reddening at the tops of his cheeks, just under his eyes...the little computer in my head did a quick calculation, "Oh...so you have, but I'm guessing that it wasn't a girl that sucked you off...right?"

I'd totally embarrassed Colin and now he dropped me the last six inches to the floor, he didn't like playing my truth game, he turned his back on me and picked his orange recycling bag and litter picking stick.

"Don't be like that Colin, I was going to offer to do it for you!"

He gave me another strange look, then there was a smile on his lips, "Girls aren't supposed to offer to do things like that to boys...we're supposed to have to fight hard to get girls to do stuff with us!"

"I can't help it if I love sucking boy's cocks for them...can I? So if it makes you feel better, you ask me to do it and I'll make you fight for it!"

"Suck my cock for me Kitty!"

"Errrrrrrrrrm...okay!"

That made him laugh as I squatted down in front of him and opened his trousers. His cock was wearing a polo neck overcoat, a long empty tube of skin hanging over the end of his cock that took quite a lot of effort on my part to pull back to expose the crown of his cock before I dipped my head in to start sucking. As soon as my lips closed around his cock, he grabbed the back of my head and started fucking my mouth. Colin's inexperience showed, he was very much overly excited at having a girl sucking his cock for the first time and probably the first time that he had been in private while having his cock sucked and he was going a little wild at my mouth for two minutes...that was all the time it took from closing my lips over the end of his cock to him reaching his climax.

Colin suddenly went very silly, emptying his balls into my mouth seemed to change him from a twelve year old boy full of confidence to an eight year old caught doing something naughty.

By the time our seventy minute litter picking session was over we had to drag four bags full of litter and general rubbish and one and a half bags of recycling to the meeting point with the other six members of our group. Between Colin and I, we had collected as mush rubbish and recycling as the other six members put together. Our meeting point was also where the council employee would come to collect our litter, I volunteered to wait for the council man because I had an out of bounds pass already to smooth the way if I returned to my next lesson a little late.

Colin took my high visibility jacket and picking stick back to the hall where we were supposed to meet for the end of our good citizen class, he was surprised that the man from the council hadn't arrived, the previous year, the man had been very prompt, he was often waiting when the litter pick was over, drinking a cup of tea out of sight of his bosses but today he was late, very late.

I almost laughed when the vehicle turned up. Rather than a large dustbin lorry painted orange like I'd expected, it was more like a golf cart, a small two seat battery powered, green and yellow, John Deere Gator Utility Vehicle with a little flat bed on the back...okay, that in of itself was funny but the funniest thing of all was the size of the man driving the tiny battery vehicle, he was six foot six inches tall and weighed over twenty stones, he almost needed a shoe horn to help him struggle out of the driving seat...oh, and did I mention, he was as black as coal.

He looked at the eight bags of general rubbish and the three bags of recycling, his hands were on his hips, "What the hell went on here, the whole of last year, there were never more than four bags of rubbish and one bag of recycling...I can't get all of this on the battery cart, I need a lorry!"

I pointed to one of the new houses across the road, "That lady's had an American fridge freezer delivered, it came in a massive cardboard box, could you use that to hold the litter and recycling bags on the back of your truck?"

He looked across the road and we walked together to talk to the lady about her very large cardboard box and find out if she wanted it taking away. The council workman checked my ID card, "So, Kitty Clarke...any relation to John and Victoria Clarke from Hilldrop Road way?"

I nodded my head, "They're my mum and dad!"

"I'm a very good friend of your grandfather then, tell him that you met Abraham today the next time you see him!"

I smiled at that, my grandfather had very few friends of his own age, they all looked more like the age of my father or younger and even though it was hard to guess the council workers age but I'd be surprised if he was even forty years of age. As we crossed the road, he asked me if I was a year eight student, after all, I'd been left in charge of the rubbish so that the rest of the students could get back to class.

"No, I'm just in year seven!"

He gave me a strange look, "So, you're telling me that you only started at this school on Monday morning then?"

I nodded my head.

"One of my sons started here on Monday too, you might know him, his name's Isaac Newham."

"He isn't in my class but I do know him, I walked to school with him this morning."

There was a short conversation between Isaac's dad and the lady in the new house, she was shocked that the council employee had called around to ask her if she would like her very large cardboard box taking away for recycling out of the blue and within minutes of it arriving.

I helped the council workman to load the box on the back of his Gator and then I told him that I'd better get back to my lesson, I called him Mr Newham, he laughed and shook his head, "I'm not Newham, that's Isaac's mother's name, we never married, I was too young to settle down when I knocked her up. And anyway, it wasn't a love thing, me and Isaac's mother were just taking part in a posh porn film when she got pregnant, we only knew that Isaac was my kiddie because of his colour...all the other men that she was filmed with were white."

Well, that came as a surprise, Isaac's mother and father were both actors in pornographic film and Isaac was the result of that film, I must have developed a shocked look because Abraham said, "Don't look like that, surely it doesn't come as a surprise to you that your grandfather makes pornography films...he was the one who put me and Mary Newham together for the final scene...you know, the cum-shot scene!"

I laughed, I must have missed the point where Abraham had mentioned that my grandfather had been making a porn film, "No Abraham, I had no idea that my grandfather made pornographic films...I have no idea what a 'cum-shot' is either!"

Abraham said, "Well, the cum-shot is the end of the film, some directors like to show the man shooting his spunk all over the woman at the end of the film, some want the woman to take the semen in her mouth and show it to the camera before swallowing it but your grandfather wanted me to cum in Mary's cunt and then get out of the way quick so that Colin could film into her cunt as my spunk started to roll out of her body!"

I was surprised at the adult level of my conversation with Abraham, he was basically a stranger but the level he was pitching our conversation at, you would have thought that we were lifelong friends of the same age, rather than a grown man and an eleven year old girl. Once again, I blamed myself, I would rather have buried my head in a book than talk to a stranger so I never really talked to strangers so I didn't know if the way that Abraham was talking to me was usual or not.

Abraham gave me a sideways look, "Are you sure that you're Colin Clarke's granddaughter? I mean, if you really are his granddaughter, I would have expected you to have been involved in his films for the last five or six years...unless you’re the girl with autism but you don't look like you have autism to me!"

"What's autism?"

Abraham looked thoughtful for a while and then he said, "Well, it's different in every case but Colin's grand daughter who has it can't make friends, she doesn't respond to the rest of the world and spends all day and every day reading a book!"

That made me gasp, he was describing me!

Abraham chuckled, "It's a shame really, I was looking forward to performing with her when she turned four, she was such a pretty toddler, long trusses of golden hair that hung down over her face in tight ringlets, I saw her a few times when Colin was looking after her, she would just sit in the corner of the film studio looking at picture books for hour after hour, making up stories to go with the pictures because she couldn't read the words that went with the pictures.

I pondered how to respond to his statement, how to answer his unasked question, I came up with, "I have no idea why I was kept out of all the fun over the last few years, I think my father kept me out of all the fun."

"When did you lose your virginity Kitty?"

I checked my wrist watch, I was horribly late for my final lesson already but I just didn't want to drag myself away from Abraham.

I laughed, "I'm still a virgin...well, I guess I'm technically still a virgin, I've never had a penis in my vagina...so far but that's all I can say.

Abraham stroked his chin with his finger tips, "Do you like sucking cocks Kitty?"

I nodded my head and that caused him to grin at me.

"Pity my older lad Simon isn't at school today, I'd send him a text to ditch school and come out here to help me double bang you!"

Simon wasn't an unusual name for a boy in my part of the country but the number reduced substantially when it came to mixed race or totally black boys so I was forced to ask the question, "What class is your Simon in?"

"He's in nine Newton I think...he gets his brains from my wife...that's for sure!"

"My...erm...friend Robert Westfield is in that class as well."

Abraham laughed, "I know Robert Westfield very well, he's always round my house...I'm surprised that he hasn't sorted out your little virginity problem for you!"

"Well, to be fair...I only met him for the first time yesterday. Why didn't Simon come to school yesterday?"

"Colin needed Simon to work on a film...Colin likes to film big black men with little white girls or young black boys with older white women...I think that Simon was performing with a woman called Peggy, she's a sixty year old whore...well, ex whore, she used to work in one of Colin's brothels before she was too old for men to want to pay her for sex anymore."

"Brothel...are you saying that my grandfather has a brothel?"

Abraham shook his head, "No, your grandfather doesn't have 'A' brothel...he has several brothels, all over the midlands and down in London as well. You know how some girls run away from home when they get to fourteen or fifteen years of age, everyone says that they've run away to London for the bright lights and excitement..." I nodded my head, "...well, most of them actually go to work in one of Colin's brothels, most don't get close to London, most end up in Coventry or Birmingham."

Well, keeping my eyes and ears open had certainly been an education to me, I realised that those occasions that I'[d heard people talking about sex for money when I was in the back seat of cars reading my books, they were recruitment drives for my grandfather's brothels.

"I said...would you like to suck my cock for me Kitty?"

I jerked out of my thoughts, "Oh...oh yes, if you like...I'm too late for my last class now anyway..." I looked over my shoulder and nodded my head towards the bushes, "...over there I guess!"

Abraham was wearing a council boiler suit, it looked like there were buttons all the way down the front but as soon as we stepped into the safe den, I realised that the buttons were just press studs.

I stood in front of him, I had to stand on the tips of my toes to reach high enough to kiss him and as my lips pressed against his, Abraham just gripped the two sides of his boiler suit, he pulled his hands apart and the front ripped open, exposing his underpants and nothing else. He pushed the front of his boiler suit over his shoulders and it slid down his arms falling all the way to the floor.

I was surprised that Abraham didn't want me to undress, he just wanted me to suck his cock, he was late, just like me only his boss could dock his pay or even sack him for being late while I'd just get a de-merit!

I crouched down in front of him, I was so good at sucking cocks now that I didn't have to put any thought into it, it was like I'd been doing it all of my life. I had to put so little thought into giving Abraham his pleasure that I could drift off again, back into my past.

Mum had told my father that she had seen me taking notice in boys when I was nine years old, just before my tenth birthday so I started there, it was only a year and a few weeks ago so, as I opened the memory vault, there should only be a thin layer of dust on files of that age.

As my head bobbed up and down Abraham's cock, I ran an old memory file at ten time's normal speed. 'Feet, feet, book, feet, pavement, book, book!' No, I'd never looked at anyone's face in that week, I hadn't even registered if the feet that I'd seen were men's feet or women's.

I spotted a football match, that was unusual, I know that I attended football matches but only because my dad played football and my mother took me along so that she could support him...support him and also let other players flirt with her, I would usually sit on a bench on the park well away from the match, no, well away from the other people and the noise so that I could read uninterrupted. I was reading quite a difficult book, I was at page seventy-five so I'd been reading for almost an hour. Someone was talking to me, I was ignoring him but it was hard to concentrate on my reading while someone was talking to me, I ended up reading the same page three times. Fingers were touching my chin, trying to lift my eyes away from the page.

Black boots, light blue socks, hairy legs, muscular legs, tight white shorts, light blue football shirt, stubbly face, handsome, the same age as my father, well, there or thereabouts. I couldn't remember ever recording anyone in that much detail before.

"Do you like orange?"

I didn't respond, he let go of my chin and he ruffled my hair, "They insist on giving us all a wedge of orange but I don't like them..." There was a taste of orange, he was pressing his wedge of orange against my lips, "...I think that you're the prettiest woman on the park today, would you like a date with me later darling?"

I still looked at him blankly, I could never remember answering any questions that anyone asked me other than my mother, father or my teachers at school. I was just sitting there with the wedge of orange in my mouth but I wasn't eating it, I just sat there, looking at his face.

There was a loud gruff voice, "Number ten...over here, team talk time!"

The man turned his back and ran towards the gruff voice, there was a white number ten sewn into the back of his football shirt. I followed him with my eyes, there was the sound of a whistle, my dad's team were still playing, they should have finished by page seventy in my book but they had to play extra time, the whistle was because my father had just been tripped up and he was rolling on the floor spitting grass out of his mouth...then I saw my mother, she had a worried look on her face until my dad rolled back onto his feet. The referee called out "Indirect free kick...take it quickly number six...we're almost out of time!"

My dad placed the ball on the ground and welted it hard across the field to the head of one of his friends, the ball was headed into the centre of the goal area and another of my dad's team kicked it hard, right into the back of the net, there was a single whistle blast for the foul and then there was a treble blast to indicate the end of the first half. I realised that my mother missed the goal, she was looking at me, sitting there with my book in my lap but not actually reading it, my lips bright orange.

My dad went to his coach who slapped him hard on his back and then made my father take a quarter of an orange but my mother walked straight over to me, she asked, "Why aren't you eating that orange darling...you love orange!"

I just looked at her and then she took the orange segment out from between my lips, "Stranger put it there, I didn't ask for it!"

"Who darling...which stranger gave it to you?"

"Blue number ten!"

Mum looked at the orange segment, "It looks okay to me darling, you can eat it if you want to!"

I nodded my head and mum popped it back in my mouth, I bit down on the orange, mum was right, I did love orange and now all of the pulp was in my mouth, mum took the peel away from my lips and I chewed the fruit in my mouth.

"Did the man tell you why he gave you the orange darling?"

I shook my head but then I remembered, "He didn't like oranges but they force them to eat it!"

My dad turned up at that moment, "Hi chicken...did you like my free kick?"

"You looked funny eating grass!"

My dad laughed, "You only looked up from your book for the last thirty seconds of the first half and you got to see me eating grass!"

"But you helped number eight to score a goal so eating grass is fine because you helped score a goal!"

Dad kissed me on my forehead, "Well, at least you saw the goal and that I helped to make it."

Mum touched his arm, "Who are the team playing in light blue darling?"

Dad looked over to the huddle of men around their coach wearing light blue shirts, "I think they're from Onley, that's the open prison close to Rugby, they play really hard...fortunately they aren't in my division this year.

My mother's face looked odd, it could have been a smile...it could have been a grimace...could even have been heartburn but she was looking at the fourteen men, wearing light blue shirts, standing around their coach.

When Onley and the other team were called back to their pitch to start the second half of their match, I followed number ten with my eyes and he kept looking back at me and smiling every time he looked in my direction. My dad still had six more minutes left before he would be called back to the pitch, Mum said, "Isn't Onley prison right next door to the sex offenders prison...Rhy prison or something?"

"Rye Hill Prison...you mean?"

Mum said, "Yes, that's the one. Do you think if the Onley Prison team are short of players...they would substitute a man from Rye Hill?"

My dad looked at the players wearing the light blue shirts, "I wouldn't think so...Rye Hill is a category 'B' prison, they don't usually let them wander about the countryside, they only let Onley prisoners out to play football because they're category 'C' prisoners at Onley.

I didn't look at my book once for the next forty-five minutes...well, over fifty minutes in actual fact because one of the light blue players fouled one of the orange teams players and it took them almost ten minutes to get the injured players off of the pitch and the game restarted.

Both matches ended within seconds of each other, light blue number ten walked close to me and asked me what my name was...in my head I could hear two voices arguing with each other, the voice that sounded like my mother said, 'You should never speak to a stranger and you must never tell a stranger your name!' The younger voice said, 'We read a book last week that said a stranger is only a friend that we haven't met yet!'

Me, I just blurted out, "Kitty...Kitty Clarke."

The man with the gruff voice shouted "Dunkley, on the bus...right now!"

As the man walked away from me, he looked over his shoulder and said, I'm Alan Dunkley.

I watched him step onto the Rugby Transport Company coach with fourteen other players and several men in casual clothes. As soon as the doors of the coach closed, my head dropped and I was reading again, I flicked back three pages and re read them without the distraction of a stranger talking to me.

"Fucking Hell Kitty! You're a great little cock sucker Kitty...that's one of the best blow-jobs that I've ever had!"

I smiled at him and licked my lips...because I wasn't focussing on what I was doing, working on his cock on auto pilot, he managed to escape my mouth as he climaxed and several gallons of his semen ended up over my face as well as in my mouth. Abraham dressed quickly and we walked out of the den together, he congratulated me again on my oral skills, "My wife won't even suck me off unless she is using her hand at the same time...you did it all with your mouth, I'm well impressed!"

By the time I walked into my school building, my final lesson was already over. I walked up to the back of the library to wait for homework club to start, Robert Westfield appeared just in front of Mrs Peberdy, he grabbed my arm and started pulling me back along the passageway past the three English classes. Mrs Peberdy said, "Aren't you two coming to homework club today?"

Robert stopped pulling me, "Erm...no Miss, Kitty's mother is going to pick her up from my house tonight...we're cousins!"

Mrs Peberdy nodded her head as I was pulled away from them. When we got to the stairs I said, "Your dad thinks that I'm his daughter, so we could be half siblings!"

Robert laughed, "I know, I've seen the video file...just like you but I know a secret that my dad doesn't know. My mother got drunk one night and she told me that your grandfather Colin was my real dad. Tom's firing blanks, when Mum was desperate to start a family, she took a sample of his spunk in to a private testing laboratory and they told her that there were no viable sperms in his juice so she paid your grandfather to pop a bun in her oven without my father knowing."

I laughed out loud, "We must be related to almost every bloody kid in this school!"

"Why do you think that I like Simon and Peter?"

I shrugged my shoulders, Well, Simon being black means that I can't be related to him and Peter's parents came from Glasgow when Peter was a baby so I doubt that he's related to me!"

We left the school building through the front door and walked around the back of the building, as we walked along Robert said, "If I screw your arse, will you let Paul Preston have a try after me?"

"Paul can do me first if you like...I don't mind. He can do me up my bum while I suck you off!"

Robert was shaking his head, "Paul will kill you, he's massive!"

"I know how big his cock is, I sucked it for him this morning!"

Paul Preston was running a football training session after school, I was a little disappointed that there were thirty odd boys running around like lunatics, I realised what it was about football that I didn't really like, it was all the screaming and shouting, I didn't really like people running around either but it was okay, so long as they weren't running around close to me.

For the first time in my life it dawned on me that I'd never been forced to play team sports at school, whenever there was a sports class, there was always too many kids for everyone to play in a team so there were always a few kids, boys as well as girls that were left out. While the rest of my class were playing football (boys) hockey (girls), I would be running around the perimeter of the school field, well away from the other kids in my class, well away from the other runners too.

I sat by the outer wall of the school and for the first time in two days, I was reading my book. I was as far away as I could get from the noise but for the first time, I wasn't totally immersed in the book, I alternated between reading a little and watching boys, all of them as they ran around like mad.

I had a smile on my face when I realised that Paul had put Robert, Colin and Isaac in the same team for their fifteen minute training match. I looked back at my book and chuckled, three boys that I'd had oral sex with were playing together while one of the men that I'd had oral sex with was shouting at them to 'Pull their bloody fingers out and get stuck in'.

Football training finished at four o'clock and while the boys all went into the changing room to shower and get dressed, I went into the sports equipment shed with the pile of crash mats in the hidden space behind the shelving units.

Robert and Paul turned up fifteen minutes later, I was already naked, the afternoon sun was beating down on the shed, making it very warm inside.

Robert entered the space behind the shelving first, it was more of a squeeze for Paul to get through the narrow gap and by the time Paul joined us, I had Robert's trousers off and Robert was taking his own shirt off. Robert wanted to do my arse first but I took his cock in my mouth before he could move out from in front of me. Paul was a little concerned, he wanted Robert to do me first as well but I told him to do me first.

Okay, I wasn't exactly sure which lesson this was in my first two days of real life sexual education but it was a valuable one...I'd taken all of Flash Harry's cock up my bum, his cock at the base was fatter than Paul's cock so I knew that I could take Paul but the lesson was, 'A cock that starts out thin at the head and widens out at the base is easier to accommodate than a cock that is fat all the way along!'

I was on my hands and knees in front of Robert, sucking on his cock when Paul nuzzled the head of his cock against my anal muscle, there was a pop, Paul was using a lot of force to get the bulbous head of his cock in my bum, the pop may have been physical or it could have just been just in my imagination as Paul's cock finally entered my bottom.

The pain was sudden and very sharp but I soon got into the pleasure zone, I learnt another lesson in my new sex education, when a man or boy is out in a public area, even hidden in a bush, they want their orgasm but they don't want to hang about, they make sex happen as fast as they possibly can but in a more private place, like inside a house or even inside an equipment shed, they could take their time, make the act a little more pleasurable for themselves, the next lesson was, the more pleasure a man could take for himself, the more pleasure might be delivered to his partner.

I had had an orgasm myself a few times but only from massaging my pleasure spot between my legs, either by my own hand or the hand of others but this time I got my orgasm from Paul's cock in my bottom and it felt more powerful than my previous climaxes, I lost control of my muscles, Robert's cock slipped out of my mouth and my arms gave way, causing me to nosedive into the crash mat. It didn't stop Paul fucking me though, he just followed me down and kept right on fucking me until I passed out from the sheer pleasure of my orgasm.

When I came to my senses again, Paul was behind Robert...Paul was doing to Robert what he had just been doing to me and it looked to me like Robert was enjoying it almost as much as I had earlier. Paul encouraged me to get on my back and wriggle my body under Paul as he took Paul while he was on his hands and knees. Every time Paul pushed into Robert, there was a jet of liquid into my mouth that was generated by Paul's cock going in and out of his bottom rather than my sucking of his cock and I knew this because I wasn't even sucking at that point, I was wriggling into place under him when I noticed the spurting happening as Paul pushed into him.

I actually checked my watch just before I took Robert's cock in my mouth and it was already past five-thirty, I must have been unconscious for at least thirty minutes after my massive orgasm and by the time that I got Robert off with my mouth, I had to get dressed and leave Paul and Robert playing in the equipment shed so that I could meet my mother at the end of the school drive.

Because I had been reading my book during the training session, I had it in my hand at the gate while I waited for my mother to turn up, I wasn't reading it intently like I usually would, I saw a disappointed look on my mother's face when she first saw me reading but her face brightened up a lot when I lowered the book before she actually reached me. In the past, she would have had to toot her horn or call my name to get me to go to her car but not today.

I got in the front passenger seat and popped my book into my bag, Mum smiled at me, "Good day at school today darling?"

"Not too bad...I met a man called Abraham, he told me that he thought that I was autistic, or rather he was told that I might be autistic!"

Mother suddenly looked really pissed off, she mumbled, "That wasn't very nice, was it darling?"

I shook my head, "So, am I?"

Mum looked a little exasperated, "The thing is darling, autism is a spectrum, every human being is on that spectrum and it goes from one to one hundred, eighty percent of people will be between zero and...say, five, they have no problem at all, if someone had a scored above eighty, they would have a real problem. When we had you tested, the doctor gave you a score of twenty but he recommended that we didn't do anything about it, we were told not to even tell you about it because once someone has a label like that, they can play up to the label. Most people at the low end of the spectrum live perfectly normal lives, as soon as something triggered your interest, you started to change, you started to talk to people more, started to interact more. When I realised that it was men and boys that interested you, I started to encourage your father to stop walking on eggshells around you."

I would have to read up about autism but as I talked to my mother, I realised that most of the things that I used to do were classic signs of autism, I thought that we never had a TV at home, I didn't realise that when I was a toddler, I used to go crazy whenever a TV was turned on, I hated the flickering picture, I hated the sound a TV made, I didn't really like the radio either. I never made friends with kids, I hardly communicated with adults unless they were close relatives or my school teachers and things like that, even walking down the street, even if I didn't have a book in my hands, as I walked along, I would have my eyes firmly fixed on the floor so that I didn't have to look people in the eye.

I suddenly remembered that I'd also been told that my grandfather was a madam...wait a moment...is madam the right word for a male brothel owner, I'd have to read up about that as well.

"Mum, I was also told earlier that Grandpa Colin is a madam, he runs a brothel...well, more like several brothels actually...is that true as well?"

Mum nodded her head, "I'm not sure that madam is exactly the right word...madams are usually women, I think a more precise word would be a pimp but that word does have a lot of negative connotations, a woman who is a madam is usually seen as a positive thing but a man who is a pimp is generally regarded as a bad man. People think that a madam looks after women who want to work in the sex industry and they think that pimps are men who force women into prostitution against their will...my dad doesn't force women into prostitution, they are queuing up at his door to work for him!"

It was really a week for educational revelations for me...I wondered what I'd learn tomorrow, would my education be academically based or would it be more sex education...and there we were, back at home already.

Mum pulled up on the driveway, I opened the door and was about to slip out of the seat but my mother stopped me, "Are you still a virgin darling?"

I stopped and turned back to face her, "Are you asking me if I've ever had anything inside my vagina, the answer is no but I'm not sure that I'm still technically a virgin!"

"What have you done so far then darling?"

"I've had oral sex and anal sex so far!"

"With Robert Westfield?"

I nodded my head, "Robert and a few others."

"What, just since yesterday?"

I nodded my head again.

"You've had a very busy two days so far then darling. Would you like to actually lose your virginity or keep it until you meet a boy that you really love?"

Now that caught me by surprise, in my life so far, I knew that my mother loved me and that my father loved me but love wasn't something that I associated with me doing to others, I gave her a confused look, "You must have come across the concept in at least one of your books!"

I did a rapid scan of every book that I had ever read and I shook my head, "No, I can't remember any of the books that I've read that mentioned virginity!"

"Did you ever read something like' I'm saving myself until I'm married. Or I'm saving myself for Mt Right'?"

I did another scan, "Six books had 'saving myself until I'm married' and three books had 'saving myself for Mt Right', they were..."

Mum stopped me, "That's not important darling, the important part was that the girl in the story was saving her virginity for someone special...like her future husband or the man that she thought was perfect for her...her Mr Right!"

I sniggered, "That has always confused me, I knew that Mr Right should have been spelled Wright but there were no characters in those books called Wright or Right!"

Mum waited a moment and then she said, "Well, would you like to try having full sex now or would you rather wait until you meet someone that you like enough to give it to him?"

I'd had so much fun in the last two days, I'd loved everything that I'd done so far and I'd been offered full sex several times but when I said that I'd never done it before, the men and boys took that answer to mean that I didn't want to do it either so it hadn't happened so far. I nodded my head, "Yes, I think that I'd like to try it sooner rather than later!"

"Have you ever met anyone that you would like to try it with then darling?"

Robert's face jumped into my head but he had just had his cock up my bum so I swiped left and Isaac's face popped into my head, he was close, he lived just around the corner but he didn't excite me, I didn't get butterfly's in my stomach when I recalled his face so I swiped left again, Colin Clarke's face popped into my head...not my grandfather Colin Clarke, the Colin Clarke from Eight Nightingale. I knew that Colin was very likely my uncle or my brother and I also knew from books that I read yesterday that having sex with either my uncle or my brother was illegal but I had no idea why it should be, after all, my mother had sex with her father, also illegal but no one had arrested her so far!

"I have a boy in mind mum but I might be related to him...I think that it could be illegal if I did something with him!"

Mum burst out laughing, "Darling, you're closely related to about half the boys and men in town, if you want to have sex with someone that you definitely aren't related to, we'll have to go abroad. Darling, incest is illegal as well as immoral but around here, no one bothers too much about it...it would be better if you don't have babies with close relatives!"

"So, are you saying that it would be okay for me to have sex with the boy, even if he is a close relative, just so long as I don't let him make me pregnant?"

Mum nodded her head, "And once you've lost your virginity, your grandfather would love to have a date with you but be careful with him, he loves making young girls pregnant!"

My mother's door opened but she didn't open it, a woman squatted down at the side of my mother and she said, "Vicky, do you have any idea where your dad is...I've been to his house off and on all day but he isn't there!"

I suddenly recognised who she was, I'd seen her at lunchtime with her toddler, Poppy, in a buggy, her daughter and a dog but she had neither with her at that moment, she even had her nose out of her mobile phone.

Mum said, "Hi Molly, I think dad's up in Manchester, he bought a new house to add to his portfolio."

Molly said, "Damned it...I'm a bit short this month, I was hoping to ask him if he had a room available for a few hours at one of his local..." Molly looked over at me before saying, "...erm...houses!" She punctuated 'houses' with a nod and a wink.

"Come in the house Molly, I'll ring around, see what I can drum up!"

We walked into the kitchen and dad jumped to his feet when he saw Molly walk in behind mum.

It was one of those kissing the cheek moments that in the past would have sent me deep into my book world...just in case one of the kissing people tried to include me in the hug.

Mum was walking up and down the kitchen talking on the phone, "I'm looking for a room for a few hours Dave...no, not for me...full up tonight, okay thanks!"

Mum shook her head, "All the Merefield house bedrooms are full tonight, I'll check with Sebastian at Wootton."

Mum was by the back door, she spoke to Sebastian, it was almost the same conversation, she told Sebastian that the room wasn't for her and then she thanked him and hung up, "No joy at Wootton either Molly."

Mum went off on her walkabout again, I was almost following her around the county through her telephone calls, it sounded to me like my mother had the telephone numbers of more than a dozen local whore houses stored in her mobile phone's memory. She was close to me again when she made her thirteenth call, "Hi Paul...sorry, I must have got the wrong number..." mum was about to end the call but she stopped and listened for a moment, then she pressed the mute button and turned to my father.

"Ever hear of Alan Dunkley darling?"

Dad shook his head, "Never heard of him darling!"

I was looking in my book without really reading it, "Alan Dunkley played number ten for Onley Prison on the nineteenth of June twenty twenty-one."

I looked up from my book and mum and dad were both looking at me, opened mouth, a look of either shock or surprise on their faces.

"What?"

"How come you know the name of a player from a team that I've never played against?"

"Onley were playing in light blue shirts, white shorts and light blue socks against Mark Insulations, playing all in orange, it was the game where you got fouled just outside the penalty box, you took a quick indirect free kick, crossed the ball high over Saint Cuthbert's penalty box. Ray Weston headed the ball back towards you and Richard Coleman caught the ball with a high volley, straight into their goal and the referee blew up for half time as soon as your team scored!"

Even Molly looked surprised, I was talking about a game of football that was more than a year old and I was describing it as if I were watching it in real life.

Mum un-muted her phone and said, "Hi Alan, my daughter remembers you, she was watching you playing football last year...Kitty, yes Kitty Clarke...no, okay, she was actually reading a book while you were playing. I'm actually Colin's daughter, I was on the hunt for a room for a friend of mine to use to do a bit of business!"

Mum muted the call again, "Molly, Alan has a room for you but the house is in Coventry!"

Molly had a worried look on her face, I'll never be able to get over there quick enough for their rush hour!"

Mum looked at my father, "We can give you a lift over there if you want to work tonight...I can book my lot a table at the lovely little Italian restaurant that we like in the centre of Coventry but you'll have to get a taxi back or a bus...depending on what time you finish tonight!"

So, it wasn't the end of my second day of real life education and I was about to take a road trip to a brothel in the next city to ours.

Me and my mother both did a quick change, I chose a sheer red blouse from her collection of sexy clothes and a fake leather mini skirt, I didn't bother with a bra, just to speed things along a little, I sat in the back of the car with Molly talking about her daughter Poppy during the twenty minute drive to Coventry.

The house had started out life as two detached houses on the main road, already large houses with massive back gardens on the corner of a little used side road, we pulled off of the main road, down the narrow side road that led to a few industrial units, no other houses down the narrow road. The whole back garden of the two houses had been turned into a car park and the entrance to the car park was through high bushes that surrounded most of the house, keeping the comings and goings at the house away from private eyes.

There were already ten cars parked in the car park, my dad didn't park up, he was just going to drop Molly off at the back door but mother decided to take Molly into the house and introduce herself to Alan Dunkley, "You'd better go and park up darling, I might be gone a while!"

Molly climbed out of the back of the car and mother did the same from the front passenger seat, just before she closed her door, she looked at me in my seat behind my dad, "Kitty, would you like to come in and say hello to Alan again darling!"

Another educational opportunity for me, not just seeing the outside of one of my grandfather's brothels, but the inside as well.

The house looked to be in total darkness and you could hear a pin drop in the car park. Mum pulled the outer door open and there was a little music, then another set of double doors were opened and the noise level increased. It was on the edge of being louder than I liked but at least the sound wasn't tinny like came from the small speakers of TVs and radios so it wasn't so painful on my ears.

Mum introduced herself to Alan, then she introduced Molly to him. Molly was given a key to a bedroom and directed up to the second floor. When the house had been built, it was just a standard two story house, it was built in the nineteen twenties when rooms were over fifteen feet high. The two houses had been renovated in a special kind of way. They had built a house inside the old house with ten foot high rooms and no external windows to increase the sound insulation and they managed to get three floors where there were only two before.

Alan Dunkley was sitting in a small reception area, managing the building...there was another small room next to the reception area, it looked like a bar in a pub, there were three men sitting in the bar drinking beer, Alan walked through the door, he pointed to a black man, "You're up next, your girl is Molly...she's in room twenty one!"

He turned and smiled at me, "Hi again Kitty, have you come around for that date with me then?"

I looked at my mother and she had a massive grin on her face, Alan offered us a drink but mum turned him down so he looked at me, how about you darling...what would you like to drink?"

I asked for a can of cola, Alan pointed to a door at the back of the room, "Why don't the two of you wait for me in the back office, we can get to know each other better?"

Mum knew exactly where to go, she pulled me behind the reception counter just as a man came down the stairs from one of the rooms above, she looked at the computer screen and then she pushed me towards the door to the office and she went through into the bar, I heard her say, "Who's next?"

Alan was walking through the office door as my mother told the man to go to Room fifteen and his girl's name was Claire."

Alan put my can of cola on his desk and he grabbed me and planted his lips on mime and that was how we were when my mother walked in...well, one change, his left hand was mauling my right breast through the thin material of my borrowed blouse by the time she entered the room.

Alan pulled his lips away from mine, he looked over his shoulder, "Any chance of leaving Kitty here with me for the night Vicky?"

Mum shook her head, "I don't think that my husband would be impressed with me if I did that!"

I could suddenly hear wheels turning, gearwheels spinning and cogs grinding but for the first time ever, the sounds weren't coming from inside my own head, they must have been inside of Alan's head and I watched his lips turn up into a smile as he said, "And what would her father say?"

I caught mum's eyes flick in my direction, she fought back a smile as she said, "I'm sure that he would be happy that Kitty was showing an interest in boys and men at last but her problem at the moment is, she is still a virgin and I think that a man like you could be too big a hurdle for her to jump her first time out!"

Alan turned back to kiss me again and fumble with my tits through my blouse, I pulled my lips away from his and looked over my shoulder to see if my mother was upset by the way that Alan was mauling my breasts...she gave me a sweet smile, encouraging me so I turned my face back to Alan and restarted our kiss but it was a little short lived because the computer on the reception desk beeped to warn Alan that a customer was walking through the front door so I was left while Alan went to look after the customer's need.

Mother took a call from my father, just a quick call and then she closed her phone down and turned to me, "The restaurant are holding their last table for us so we'd better get off.

We left the office, Alan was taking money from a man and a slip from the computer to hand to the man who was paying for sex, the receipt showed the name of the woman that the man was paying for, her room number and what the man had paid for. Alan didn't get a chance to leave his desk because another man was behind the first and a third was just walking through the door, mum mumbled, "Must be rush hour!"

She kissed Alan on his cheek and promised to return to see him another day, as we walked through the reception area, there were several flirtatious comments thrown in our direction, I even heard one man offer Alan extra for a chance to spend an hour with me or rather...'The pretty girl in the red blouse!' as the man put it. Mum pushed me ahead of her through the door into the outside world, there were three cars moving around in the car park, three more men...no, four, one car had two men in it.

We had to park quite a way from the restaurant because there were so many cars belonging to customers of the restaurant, lots of quite large groups of people, family members, tables with grandparents, parents and children, several of the large groups were birth parties, the restaurant had a tradition that if a child had a birthday party at their restaurant, they would provide a birthday cake, candles and helium filled balloons for all the kids in the party.

I had seafood cocktail for my starter and as our plates were taken away, the music changed into the birthday song, everyone in the restaurant sang happy birthday to Calum while his parents made him stand up so that we could all see him. He looked about fourteen years old. His family sat on the next table, mum dug me in the ribs and she told me to give Calum a birthday kiss...I shook my head, mum stood up and wished Calum a happy birthday and she kissed him on the lips while everyone in the room clapped and whistled her.

Mum almost shamed me into copying her so I did, I wished him a happy birthday and gave him a quick peck on the lips.

I had a small pizza Margareta for my main course and as soon as I finished eating it, I excused myself and went to the toilet, way across the restaurant and down a long passageway down the outside of the kitchen.

I lifted my skirt and looked at myself, I gave a little smile, I was sure that in the last two days, I had grown more of the dark hairs over my pussy mound, it certainly looked a lot darker down there, I laughed at myself, I'd left my knickers off because I didn't like the feeling of sexy thongs and my mother had convinced me that my big knickers were very childish so I'd left them off.

I did my pee, wiped between my legs to dry my lips and gave myself a little shiver of pleasure before I flushed and washed my hands.

Calum was standing in the passageway outside the ladies toilet door, "Hi, I'm Calum!"

"I know, we all sang happy birthday to you earlier."

"And you gave me a birthday kiss."

"I did...my mother made me do it!"

"I'm really sorry about that, it can't be fun being forced to kiss a total stranger."

"You weren't a stranger...I even knew your name!"

Calum laughed, "I don't know your name though."

I offered him my right hand, "I'm Kitty Clarke Calum, pleased to meet you!"

We shook hands, Calum was overly exuberant with the hand shake and when he saw my breasts bounce under my blouse in the brighter light of the passageway and realised that I wasn't wearing a bra under my blouse, his face turned into a grin, he said in a very childish way, "You forgot your bra Kitty!"

I smiled at his childish reaction, "I forgot my knickers too!"

"Lier!"

I still had his right hand in mine, I pulled it down and pushed it up under the front my skirt, rubbing the back of his fingers against the few hairs covering my pussy. He gasped at the feeling, pulled his fingers away from mine and he turned his hand to get a good feeling of my pussy, he certainly knew what to do and soon found my clitoris and started to massage it gently, I looked to the left, there were two tables that could see down to where we were if the people just happened to look in our direction.

I gestured with my head towards the ladies toilet, "Shall we get out of the way?"

Calum looked to the tables that could see us if they looked and his face turned into a grimace, "If I get caught in there I'll get killed!"

I looked to the right, "We could go in there!", nodding towards the men's toilet.

We did a kind of rolling shuffle to the door into the gent's toilet, Calum didn't want to let go of my pussy and he wanted to add a kiss into the mix as well. The men's toilet was very different to the woman's, men could pee up against the wall or sit down to poo, we rolled into the stall and locked the door behind us. I opened my legs to give Calum better access and then I opened his trousers and pushed them and his underpants down his legs, I wrapped my fingers around his cock and as soon as I had a grip of it, he started rocking back and forth, fucking his cock in and out of my hand and he fondled my breasts through my blouse with his left hand and my pussy with his right as we kissed.

I asked Calum if he was still a virgin, he shook his head, "No, I have an older sister who taught me everything and let me practice on her!"

"I'm still one...would you like to take my virginity as part of your birthday present?"

He grinned at me and nodded his head. I looked around the stall, it was quite small in there and the floor was messy, I pulled a bit of a face, he smiled at my uncertainty, he pulled his hips back, slipping his cock out of my hand, he let go of my pussy and breast, turned me so that my back was to him and he lifted the back of my skirt, tucking the bottom hem inside the waistband and he pushed me over so that I had to grip the toilet seat to prevent myself falling flat on my face.

I looked over my shoulder, I watched him bending his knees and he did a penguin shuffle to get in closer behind me.

"It might get a little messy!"

He chuckled as he took his cock in his hand and rubbed it up and down, he rubbed the head of his cock over my anus before he reset and stabbed forward into my pussy. I had a massive kick of pleasure as he first entered me...and then a blast of pain as he bulldozed through my hymen, the pleasure soon returned and he was fucking me with long, slow, powerful strokes, building up in speed until there was the sound of the outer toilet door opening. Calum stopped fucking me but remained buried ball deep in my pussy.

"Calum, are you in there?"

An older face popped into my head, 'Calum's father...I heard him asking Calum what he wanted for his special birthday meal!'

"I'm in here dad, I'm okay!"

Calum pulled back slowly, I thought that he was about to leave me but I needn't have worried, he just pulled back an inch before pushing back in again. I looked at the door, I could see Calum's father's shadow under the door, it was growing a little longer and then I realised that he was bending down to look under the door.

I actually saw his father's nose under the door and then he almost jumped out of the way, there was a chuckle and his father left us. Alone in the toilet.

Calum did the extended 'Phewwwww!' sigh before he started fucking me properly again.

"Your dad saw us fucking!"

Calum laughed..."What through the door?"

"No brain of Britain...he looked under the door, he bent over and saw us under the door!"

My telling Calum that his dad had seen him fucking me under the toilet door actually took him over the edge and he spilled his beans into my pussy.

He pulled away from me and I twisted quickly and sat on the toilet seat, Calum's cock and balls were covered in my blood and there was still spunk pumping out of his cock, he was apologising for climaxing inside my pussy, "I really meant to pull out before I climaxed but..." I pulled his face down to me to kiss him and stop him apologising and then, while there was still fresh spunk running from the little eye in his cock, I used toilet paper to clean his cock and balls for him.

A little of his bloody seed dropped from my vagina into the toilet bowel, turning the water in the bottom of the pan pink, I wiped between my own legs and dropped the toilet paper into the bowl before flushing. Calum asked if he could have my name and address or phone number...he wanted a replay, perhaps in a bed the next time, rather than bent over a toilet pan doing it like dogs.

While Calum returned to his family's table, I went into the ladies toilet and bought a tampon from the machine in there, I used the tampon to plug the leak in my fanny before returning to my mum and dad.

I looked at Calum's dad, he gave me a salacious grin and he winked his left eye at me as he slapped his son on the shoulder, congratulating him.

Dad looked a little pissed off at me, "You were gone so long that I've ordered zabaglione for you!"

I nodded my head, "Okay, "That's okay, I love zabaglione!"

I started to eat my pudding and I smiled inwardly, it was only day two of my new life and I'd already lost my virginity, I'd locked a lot of action into just two days of my sex education, oral sex, anal sex and now, vaginal sex...all in all, not bad for two days.

It was eight o'clock when we left the restaurant, eight twenty when we pulled onto our street and as we drove in from the east, I spotted my grandfather's car driving towards us from the west. I spotted instantly that my grandfather wasn't alone in his car, we pulled onto the drive and grandpa pulled across the back of my father's car.

I didn't know the man sitting in the car with my grandfather and neither did my mum or dad, Colin introduced the man. We walked into the house and Bill, the stranger, asked to use the toilet, grandpa asked me to show Bill the way to the toilet at the back of the utility room, fortunately the utility door as well as the toilet door were both open, so I could point out the way from just inside the kitchen door so I was still close to the hallway when my grandfather told mum and dad that he'd brought Bill as a gift to them, "When Vicky asked me if I'd look after Kitty so that you two could go to a hotel out of our area to pick up a stranger for a night of fun together...I thought that I knew the perfect man for you!"

My father said, "But what about Kitty?"

"I'll take her over to my place, she can sleep there and come back before breakfast in the morning!"

I was sent to my bedroom to put my nighty and dressing gown on so that I didn't need to pack a bag, I followed my grandfather to his car for the short drive home but we didn't drive off, we sat opposite my living room window and I watched as Bill stripped my mother naked in the living room while my father sat there watching them, then Bill started fucking her right there in the living room, right in front of the living room window and my father.

Grandpa touched my knee, "It's a pity that you're still a virgin...we could have a little bit of fun tonight!"

"What makes you think that I'm a virgin?"

Grandpa chuckled, "I've spoken to Harry, Robert Westfield, Paul Gamble and Abraham Perkins, they all had fun with you today and they all said that you were still a virgin!"

I smiled at him, "That was before we went to Coventry for dinner, I lost my virginity in the men's toilet in the restaurant."

"Who to?"

"A boy called Calum who was having his fourteenth birthday party in the restaurant."

Grandpa started his car and pulled away, "Well, let's go and see how I compare with Calum in the sack shall we?"

16, 200 Words.

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