"Can anyone see a problem with this result?"

There were three hands up to answer our teacher, "Rebecca..."

"Please Miss...the average is five point seven-three-seven hours, even though, only one out of the twenty of us is actually above that average!"

"That's a good point but the maths is irrefutable, the average is what the average is so why would having the average so high be a problem?"

No hands in the air this time, "Come along ladies...think with business heads on...why would a disparity like this be a problem?"

Rebecca looked around the room, she looked at every one of our classmates and then it looked like a fog had lifted, her arm shot up, "Please Miss...there isn't really an issue over the average number of hours of unsupervised free time Miss but, if we say...made lingerie and made a study of girl's bra sizes..." Rebecca pointed around the room, "...look at us all, it's almost the reverse of the free time data, Elizabeth Wilcox has the most free time and Kitty Clarke has no unsupervised free time at all but, while the other eighteen of us are all about the same bra size, Elizabeth is a thirty inch 'AAA' cup, Kitty is a thirty-two inch 'B' or 'C' cup...now if we made bras, using this data would mean that we'd be making our bras too big for most customers...well, at this school anyway."

"Very good analogy Rebecca, now...can anyone suggest a way out of this data anomaly?"

There were twenty blank faces for a whole minute and then Claire Green raised an uncertain finger, our teacher nodded her head in Claire's direction.

"Well Miss...we could just kick Kitty and Elizabeth out of our class and run the calculation again!"

"Very good Claire but we don't have to expel any of our students, we could just remove the highest and lowest figures from our data set and recalculate...anyone...what would be the new average?"

Rebecca almost had a kitten, she was jumping up and down in her seat trying to get her hand higher than any of ...the...other. Our teacher raised her eyebrows at Rebecca's excitement and the fact that she was the only one with her hand in the air.

"Erm, please Miss...the new average would be four point three-five-two-nine."

"As you can see, the new average would fall in line with far more if the results from the data set than the old...simple average."

Fortunately we were saved any further statistical analyses by the arrival of our mid morning break and after fifteen minutes of running around the playground, we would be in a different classroom and suffering from our first English class in our new school.

My tits had never been mentioned in any class before, not in front of the teacher or just in private conversation but after Claire Green had pointed out to everyone that my breasts were the biggest in our class, I noticed that around half of the girls in our class were looking at my chest as we left the school building. Well, looking from their own chests to mine for a comparison.

We'd obviously all grown up a lot in the last six or seven weeks because no one was running around the playground. In fact the eighty girls from the new year seven that started at this school this morning were just standing around looking shell-shocked at the sudden change to our lives.

Elizabeth Wilcox came over to me holding a bag of sweets in her hand, she offered me one from her bag...I wanted to refuse but the call of sugar forced me to take one with a thanks. Elizabeth popped a sweet in her mouth too.

"Can I ask you something Kitty?"

I thought, 'Sure, just feed me sweets and you can ask me anything you like!' Thought but didn't say...all I did was nodded my head.

Elizabeth thought for a moment and then she said, "Erm...how come you don't get any unsupervised free time...ever?"

I smiled at her question, no one in the classroom had bothered to ask me, even though I was the only one out of step...well, I guess Elizabeth was out of step too, just from the other end of the freedom spectrum, Elizabeth had an average of thirty-five hours of unsupervised free time every week.

"I guess it's because I live in a very small village, no public transport, no amenities and a really small pool of friends living close to me...if I want to do anything at all, my mum or dad have to take me and bring me home again so they just tend to stop with me. You said in the class that you live on Elm Tree Close, that's like just one hundred yards from the school gate and there are more people living on Elm Tree Close than live in my whole village, not counting Ash Tree Road, Willow Brook Close, erm...Lime Grove and Pine Wood Crescent. That's all just on the new estate, you have a six screen cinema on your doorstep, a swimming pool, library, museums and all the shops, a whole town on your doorstep."

There was an awkward silence for a few moments, Elizabeth broke the silence by offering me another sweet. I took one and popped it in my mouth, she looked all around, we still had ten minutes left of our mid morning break. She looked back at my face, "There was actually a different question that I wanted to ask you..."

I thought, 'Well, you gave me a second sweet...you can ask me a second question!'

"...are you on birth control pills or injections?"

That question caused me to gasp...so much so that I almost swallowed my sweet whole and had a coughing fit.

"No, I'm not on birth control...what would make you think that?"

"Sorry but...well...just look at you, you have the biggest breasts of any girl in year seven...hell, you're bigger than most of the girls in year nine and they're two years older than you. Big breasts and shapely hips...they are side effects of being on the pill or birth control implants!"

I shook my head, "I get my shape from my mother...well, my dad blames it on chickens, my grandfather has a massive chicken farm and they mix a lot of oestrogen into the chicken feed to fatten them up faster, the bloody stuff gets everywhere...settles all around our house as a fine grey dust on every flat surface, we have to clean it up every day but it still comes back within twenty-four hours."

She laughed at me, "You should bring me some of that powder, if it doesn't work as a birth control, it might at least help me to make my boyfriends more interested in me!"

I had started out laughing like her but that magic word, 'Boyfriend' had stopped me laughing, "Boyfriend...you already have a boyfriend?"

Elizabeth looked shocked now, "You mean that you don't have a boyfriend yet?"

I shook my head slowly.

"What no boyfriend at the moment or never had a boyfriend?"

"Never! How long have you had a boyfriend?""

Elizabeth looked thoughtful for a moment, "I've had boyfriends off and on for six years but I've had Robert for three years so far, I've had other boyfriends as well as Robert over the last three years as well..." The whistle was blown at that moment so we all had to return to our classrooms, Elizabeth's parting comment was, "...because Robert can't always get away from his wife to meet me!"

I was a little dazed and confused as I followed the rest of my classmates to the English classroom...I didn't really take an active part in the lesson though, I was running things through in my head, how come Elizabeth, the smallest girl in our class could have a married boyfriend when I had never even kissed a boy yet.

"Good morning ladies, my name is Mrs Bendix..." there was a pause for us all to say good morning to Mrs Bendix which about half of us did. "...I'd like you all to write a properly constructed essay entitled, 'My Perfect Day'...aim for a thousand words, best handwriting please ladies and you only have eighty minutes so you don't have time to rough it out first.

As soon as the assignment had been set my mind went blank...well, not exactly blank but all I could find in my brain was an image of Elizabeth Wilcox with a faceless man called Robert. I painted a mental image of Robert in my head, I gave him blond hair and blue eyes...why? Don't ask me why I'd given him blond hair and blue eyes, I didn't know anyone like that...no...wait a dog-gone minute...two hours ago, after my mother dropped me off on the motorway link road, a man papped his hooter at me and shouted out of his window that he thought I had great tits...if I remembered rightly, he shouted, "Your mouth would look great on my cock darling!"

I gave him a small nose and full lips with a dimple on his chin...I gave him good quality clothes and Italian shoes. In my mind I stood myself next to him, 'How tall should I make him?' I settled on six foot tall and started to doodle a story around my image of Elizabeth's boyfriend as if I were going on a date with him. I chuckled as I wrote my essay, I'd never had a daydream about going on a date with a boy before...actually, before this morning, men and boys had never featured in my mind's eye at all.

I gave Robert an Audi RS-A8 but also made him a safe and responsible driver. I'd never been on a date with anyone before so I had no real idea what would usually happen. I had my version of Robert take me to Thorpe Park, a theme park just outside London. I'd been there three weeks earlier with my grandfather and he indulged me, taking me on every ride that I wanted to go on, he also took me for a nice meal in the posh restaurant on the site so I just wrote up the story of that day but swapped my grandfather for Robert in that story.

Result...from no idea what I could write about to a full flowing storyline in just a few seconds, actually, from no idea to a free flowing and very long story, three pages of A4 closely written script. As we were working, Mrs Bendix was walking around the room, I could hear comments like, "Your handwriting is too big, you'll have to write three pages to get the right word count..." and, "I'll struggle to read that Annabel...you need to be more careful over your handwriting!"

When she reached me, she looked at the quantity of what I'd written and told me to stop writing, "...you've written far more than you were asked to write...what's your name?"

"I'm Kitty Mrs Bendix...Kitty Clarke!"

"Well, very good effort Kitty, your handwriting is a little small but perfectly legible, I can see on this page alone, eight of the ten words that are part of this term's schema so everything looks good for you so far."

I could have stopped there, my teacher had told me to stop but there was no ending to my story so I just spent the last ten minutes of the lesson closing the story down, crafting a believable ending to my fantasy date with Robert.

As the bell sounded for lunch, Elizabeth was out of the room like an electronic hare out of its trap with a pack of ravenous greyhounds chasing it. I ended up as the last girl out of the classroom, Elizabeth was the only girl in our class that went home for dinner, for her, home was straight out of the school gate, across to the other side of Forest Gate, Ash Tree Way was straight opposite the gate and her road, Elm Tree Close, was the first turning on the right off Ash Tree Way. As I stood on the steps outside the school's main door, I could actually see the roof of Elizabeth's house on Elm Tree Close.

It was a nice day and I was 'Brown bagging' it for lunch today, I could eat my sandwiches in the refectory or I could sit in the shade of one of the oak trees along the inside of the school's fence.

I placed my school bag on the grass and then I sat on that to eat my lunch. I spotted a car turning into Forest Gate from the main road and realised why my mother missed the turning this morning. Forest Gate had been an unnamed farm track eight weeks ago but in the last eight weeks, the builders of The Forest Estate had built a dual carriageway on top of the farm track that had a long sweeping filter lane into the estate. The new access arrangements were for cars to drive down one side of the new road, either drive into the estate along Ash Tree Way or go past Ash Tree Way to a new roundabout and back up the other side of the road, there was about a half a mile between the main road and the roundabout, kids could be dropped off anywhere along that long road.

The roundabout hadn't been finished yet, they had just laid the curving curb stones in the right positions while they waited to be planted in the ground, there was also the start of a new road on the left that would link back up with the other end of Ash Tree Way. There was also the start of another road straight on at the roundabout and a third on the right. The plan was for Forest Estate to be completed in four phases, Elizabeth lived in one of the one thousand houses built during phase one, phase two would be started in November on the right of the roundabout, built behind our school's playing field.

I watched the car turn left into Ash Tree Way, it was a silver Mercedes SLK on a seventy-one plate so it was between a year and six months old, it would have been forty thousand pounds brand new...now why did I think that? I lifted my bum and took my rough note book out of my seat. I jotted down the details in my rough book...rational? 'We'd been warned before mid morning break that there was be a project to do with statistical analysis during our next maths lesson and we should all put some thought into what we could use for our independent project. I thought that I could take a road like Elm Tree Close, list the cars that belonged to the house owners on that road and list things like their fuel type, their make, model, age and expected value...even the colour of the cars would make a good statistical analysis...and I already had a head start...the first car in my collection and I already had a series of data sets for the information that I might need to collect.

I watched another car sweep in off of the main road, that was a black BMW M-three on a 'twenty-one' plate and that also drove into Ash Tree Way. 'I won't make a note of that car, I really need to get to school early in the morning and walk down the length of Elm Tree Close to make a list of all of the cars that were parked out on the drives so I could put my notebook away.

There was a third car, I smiled as it hiccupped half way through the sweep off of the main road, the car farted a black cloud after the hiccup and my smile turned into a chuckle and I thought, 'That looks out of place around here, the average value of the two cars I'd watched so far was about fifty thousand pounds, the third car was worth about fifty quid!' it was a red and rust coloured Volvo Two-forty-four estate on a 'P' plate, that would have made it nineteen seventy-five or seventy-six, probably made in the second year of that model's production run.

There was a second hiccup just before the corner of Ash Tree Way but no fart this time. The Volvo driver managed to miss Ash Tree Way completely, it carried on the half mile to the roundabout, that struck me as funny too, the car had to be coming to my school, there was nothing else on Forest Gate...that or he could have taken the wrong turning and was now going to do a slingshot around the roundabout to get up enough speed to break the gravitational pull of our religious school.

I shook my head, 'Missed again...no attempt at making the turn around the roundabout, he sailed straight on, onto the old farm track and at about fifty yards along the track it fell to the right and disappeared into a bush...well, not totally disappearing, I could see the top few inches of the car over the top of the bush. I saw the front door struggle to open, a man's hair as he wriggled out of the driver's door and then the back door opened and he disappeared into the back of the car.

I finished my lunch and then dusted the back of my dress down, I slung my school bag over my shoulder and strolled towards the school gate. I stopped at the line created by the invisible force field protecting the outside world from the likes of me. I looked in all five dimensions to see if anyone was interested in what I was doing and then I stepped across the line. I stopped and dropped my brown bag in the bin outside the gate and then I looked behind me to see if I was being watched...nope, no one is looking.

I walked down Forest Gate towards the partially hidden Volvo. When I reached the back of the Volvo, I hid myself from the driver with the bush and peered in through the tailgate window. The inside of the Volvo looked like a massive bed, the seats had been folded down to make a large flat space behind the driver's seat. Well, his hair was blond-ish, like my fantasy man in my essay but he wasn't six feet tall, his feet were touching the back of the front seats and his head was about eight inches away from the tailgate so I guessed that he was about five-six tall. I couldn't tell if he had blue eyes because they were closed and he was sleeping. He had a Liverpool FC shirt on and tracksuit bottoms so definitely not my mental construct of my ideal fantasy man...I shrugged my shoulders, at least he was a man and that was more than I had managed to attract yet.

I shook my head and chuckled, 'Silly cow! He isn't Elizabeth's boyfriend, he's just some bloke laying up for a sleep!' I shook my head again, watching a middle-aged man sleeping wasn't the least bit exciting so I returned to school.

As I reached the roundabout, the silver Mercedes SLK did his slingshot manoeuvre around the roundabout but something was wrong, as the driver performed his slingshot, he slowed down, rather than sped up, he leaned forward and looked at me through his passenger window, I heard a muffled, "Hello darling, can I give you a ride anywhere?"

I leaned forwards a little to get a better look at him, I shook my head and pointed to the school gate five hundred yards ahead of us and shouted, "I'm only going that far!"

He gave me a sweet smile, "Pity darling...I go all the way and I only charge a ride for a ride!"

The fact that I was talking to the driver had drawn the attention of the teacher on playground duty and she was looking in our direction. Her looking was enough to make the driver speed up again and finish his trip along Forest Gate and filtered out onto the main road...left turn as that was the only option, cars wanting to turn right had to turn left, cross to the right carriageway and go all around the next roundabout at the end of the school playing field. I watched the progress of the Mercedes, he stopped in the left lane and he was indicating left when he reached the next roundabout, he was heading for the Motorway.

I reached the gate into school to be met by the teacher who had just been watching me talking to the Mercedes driver, she had a notepad in her hands, she had already written the registration number of the car in her notepad. "Name?"

"Kitty Clarke Miss!"

"Do you know the man that you were talking to in the sports car?"

I looked at what she had written in her book, 'Silver Mercedes sport car'.

I tapped the page, "It's an SLK AMG, not a sport car...and yes, I know the man, he is a friend of..." I was about to say father but changed my mind, the man looked more than twenty years older than my father, "...grandfather!"

She gave me a pissed off look, "What difference does it make?"

I smiled at her and said, "About twenty thousand pounds...and he thinks more of that car than he does of his wife!"

She had written my name under the car's details but once she was happy that I knew the man, she crossed a line through his car details and closed her note book.

I said, "I guess it did look a little suspicious...him talking to me like that!"

"We never had any problems where the school was before but I think that since we moved to this site eighteen months ago, men pester the girls all the time."

I smiled as I remembered that morning when my mother dropped me off on the motorway link road and the number of men making rude gestures and comments at me. I walked back into the playground and congratulated myself on my proficiency at lying, I'd been convincing enough to make her drop the subject and not report the dirty old man for trying to get me into his car with him for sex. That thought made me laugh...a man as old as my grandfather wanted to have sex with me, that was a huge change in my preciously simple life...I was a desirable woman, well, at least a desirable girl.

I just wandered around the playground until it was time to go back into school for the afternoon lessons, I spotted Elizabeth running across Forest Gate, arriving in the playground just before the prefects started taking names for late detention.

"You look like you've run a long way Elizabeth...I thought that you only lived fifty or sixty yards along Elm Tree Close!"

Elizabeth laughed, "I've been exercising heavily with my boyfriend!"

I said, "Oh..." and thought, 'That's disappointing, that means that the man in the red Volvo that I'd imagined to be her adult boyfriend couldn't be him.'

I faced forty minutes of religious education, that was an eye-opener for me, I'd been through six years of RE before but nothing like this...to date RE had been an appreciation of all religions, comparing the differences and similarities between all religions but at Saint Bernadette's girl's School, our religious education would be firmly centred around the Roman Catholic faith, its history and dogma.

The second forty minutes of the afternoon was art, last year, art was just looking at photographs of famous paintings or sculptures because our school was short of a qualified art teacher, our first art class in year seven was pencil drawing of a hand or face and in all honesty, all twenty of us were really crap at it.

The third and final lesson of the day was geography, I was fifth in the queue to get into the room, the teacher was sitting at her desk. I saw her look at the first girl's face, then her eyes flicked down to the girl's chest and then on to the bottom hem of her uniform dress. Her face was impassive as she looked from the first girl to the second in the line, again, she looked at the girl's face, down to her chest, down to the bottom of her dress and on to the third girl.

The girls in front of me were all girls with flat chests and matchsticks for legs, when it was my turn to face inspection, she looked at my face, then she checked my chest out and I saw a smile starting to form on her lips and then she checked my legs and her smile broadened. She didn't look from me to the sixth girl in the line, she followed me with her eyes all the way to my desk before looking at the next girl.

Elizabeth slipped into the seat next to me, her lips pressed against my ear, "I do hope for Miss Appleton's sake that you like girls Kitty...it looks like she has the hots for you!"

I knew that there was something about the way that the teacher was looking at us as we walked into the classroom but being the innocent village hick that I was I hadn't connected the way that she was looking at us as being any kind of a sexual thing but Elizabeth was more experienced...more worldly wise than me and she spotted a sexual thing going on straight away.

I was now paying a lot of attention to my new geography teacher, she had missed three girls entering the room because she had followed me all the way to my seat but as soon as I was settled into my seat and had started talking to Elizabeth, she turned back to the last nine girls to enter the room and again, I saw her checking each girl out the same way she had checked me out but there was no smile for any of them, only for me.

There was a large scale map of Europe, it was printed on vinyl cloth and hanging on the wall, "Right ladies, let's start out with a simple task..." She held up a sticker with 'Great Britain' printed on it, "...who would like to place this label on the right country for me?"

Rebecca was volunteering to answer once again, I was coming to the conclusion that she was a bloody brown-noser. Miss Appleton handed Rebecca the sticker and asked Rebecca her name.

Rebecca took the sticker and walked to the front of the room, there was a short whispered conversation at the front of the room as Rebecca stuck ''Great Britain ' over the right country on the map.

"Right ladies...erm..." she pointed to a girl, "...you...lucky dip, chose a country from my bag and stick it in the right place on the map."

The girl stood up and dipped her hand in the bag, she pulled out 'Italy' and went to the map to stick it on, again, the teacher followed her to the map and held a conversation with her for a few seconds.

Another girl was chosen for the lucky dip, she pulled out 'Faroe', Anna looked horrified, "I'm sorry Miss, I have no idea if that is even a real country!"

Miss Appleton took the sticker off of Anna and she looked directly at me, "Would you have any idea where this sticker should go...erm, Miss?"

"Clarke Miss Appleton, Kitty Clarke...erm, I think I flew over The Faroe Islands last summer, it was somewhere between Scotland and Iceland, miles away from anywhere!" I stepped up and took the sticker out of her hand, there was a smile and she made sure that her hand and mine made contact. She followed me to the map as I reached up to stick the sticker onto the map.

"You look very fit Kitty, do you play any competitive sports?"

I blushed slightly at her question and that made her smile widen as I shook my head.

I knew that 'Fit' could be taken two ways, if a boy had said to me that I looked or was 'Fit' I would know that he had a sexual interest in me but 'Fit' could mean just that, I would usually assume another female telling me that I was 'Fit', I would have thought that she was just paying me an innocent compliment...well, until Elizabeth told me that she thought that Miss Appleton had the hots for me.

As I shook my head, I said, "I do a lot of swimming...not competitively...just at my grandfather's pool most days."

I reached up and stuck the label on a group of islands just to the north of Scotland. As I reached up, I got the feeling that Miss Appleton was looking down at the back of my legs as I reached up, I assumed that as I reached up the back of my dress lifted up but not enough to expose my knickers, I was reasonably sure of that.

"Well, a good effort Kitty, I'd give you eight out of ten for it but you have placed the sticker on the Orkney Islands!"

"Oh...well, in that case, it must be this group of islands..." I moved the sticker to the next group of islands higher up the map meaning that I had to reach even higher up but this time, as I placed the label, I looked over my shoulder and saw Miss Appleton look down at the backs of my legs.

"Very good Kitty...ten out of ten. You can sit down again now."

There were forty-eight labels so in our forty minute lesson we had to work at the rate of more than one label every sixty seconds. There were some quick and easy ones, France, Germany, The Netherlands, Norway, Belgium, Spain and Poland but there were some killer ones too that took a lot of discussion like Estonia, Lithuania, Lichtenstein and Latvia that slowed things down a lot.

As the end of the day bell sounded, I was stopped on my way out of the class by Miss Appleton, "You should consider taking up hockey or netball Kitty, you have the physique for it and I help out with both teams after school...I could help you out a lot getting to know the 'Game'!"

I'm sure that she stressed the word 'Game' for some un-said and inappropriate reason. I told her that I would think about it and ended up the last girl to leave the room. Elizabeth was the first through the door though...I remembered that Elizabeth had mentioned that she often met up with Robert after school before her parents got home from work so I wondered if Robert would meet her at the school gates, in which case I could get a look at him and settle my curiosity...or would he wait for her at her house, just to thwart me.

I walked through the main doors from the school and quickly looked up and down Forest Gate, no mother shaped car on the left hand side of the road so I looked on the other side...nope, no mother shaped car on that side of the road either. My mobile phone chose that moment to ring...well, vibrate against my hip.

There had been an argument, of course there was, there were often arguments at home, my mother wanted me to have a mobile phone for emergencies and my father didn't want me to have the temptation...there had after all been many horrific stories of young girls being seriously corrupted by unfettered access to the internet through a mobile phone. I was allowed to use the internet at home but only ever if my mother or father were in the same room when I was using it.

Anyway, in the end, they both won, I got a mobile phone for emergencies but my father had purchased a Nokia Thirty-three Ten for me to use, a phone that didn't even have a camera built into it, it was just a simple phone and nothing else, it would send and receive a text message but that was all. I had to look around to make sure that no one saw me using my phone, not because it was against the school rules but because every other girl in the school had an i-Phone eleven or a Samsung Galaxy flip four...the school had three hundred and twenty students and I'd guess that there was around three hundred thousand pounds worth of communications devices in the school at that moment...well, three hundred thousand and eleven pounds worth, the eleven pounds was what my father had paid for my Nokia...eleven pounds for the phone and ten pounds for the 'Pay-as-you-go' sim card.

I turned my back on the world and looked at the screen, 'Mum'

"Hi mum, where are you?"

My mother sounded flustered, "I'm sorry darling...really sorry...I've been to Milton Keynes and there has been an accident on the 'M-one', they've closed the road to all northbound traffic. I've got to wait until the police can turn us all around and find a different way into town, I'll be at least an hour, can you find somewhere safe to sit and do your homework until I get there?"

"I'll find something to keep me occupied mum, drive safely and see you in a bit!"

I closed my phone call down and slipped it back into my pocket before turning back to face the rest of the world without the embarrassment of my eleven pound phone in my hand. In a game of top-trumps, my eleven pound phone would have beaten all comers, even the latest 'Falcon Supernova iPhone 6 Pink Diamond' costing around fifty million US dollars would lose to the Nokia on battery life, I think it was close to four weeks on standby and more than a week when in constant use, the supernova would be around three days on standby and three or four hours in constant use.

I looked to see if I could still see Elizabeth Wilcox anywhere, I spotted her walking down Forest Gate towards the roundabout with her arm around the waist of...shit, he was the red Volvo driver, the man that I'd written into my mental narrative at lunch time was Robert, her boyfriend.

I looked down to the old farm track and saw the bright rust coloured Volvo roof peeking out above the top of the bush. I'd thought it boring to watch Robert sleeping in the back of his estate car at lunch time but I doubted that it would be boring once Elizabeth got in there with him.

I ran from the door to the gate and turned to follow them, they were fifty yards away, walking through a gaggle of girls heading towards their parents cars for their journey home. I saw Elizabeth look over her shoulder to say something to another girl who was just opening the front door to a black Renault Megan. A few words were exchanged and then Elizabeth spotted me following her, she whispered something to Robert and he looked over his shoulder too and gave me a smile. They stopped and waited for me to catch up and when I reached them, Elizabeth said, "Which one is your mother's car Kitty?"

I looked around, thought, 'Busted!' but said, "She's just phoned me, she's stuck on the 'M-one', I've got to entertain myself for about an hour or so!"

Elizabeth grinned at me, "Oh goody, you can come and meet Robert!"

That confused me, "Erm...I thought that this might be Robert..." 'After all, you are walking along with your left arm around his waist!'

"He is Robert but you can't 'Meet' him, 'Meet' him out here in the street with everyone around...you'll have to come with us."

Okay, I hadn't exactly formulated an honest to goodness plan when I ran from the steps of the school, I'd remembered how boring it had been earlier spying on Robert as he slept in the back of his car and I'd assumed that Elizabeth would probably make things a lot more interesting and that if I were lucky, I could spy on them doing 'IT' in the back of his car and I might actually find out what 'IT' all entailed bur now she was ruining everything because she wanted to introduce me to her boyfriend...they definitely wouldn't be doing anything interesting if they knew that I was there. I was disappointed but I didn't have anything better to do for the next hour or so so I might just as well have a chat with Elizabeth and Robert as stand outside the school building waiting for my mother to turn up.

Elizabeth linked her right arm in my left and pulled me into her side, "Robert was late getting here today so he missed me earlier, I was already busy with someone else by the time he arrived so he's had to wait patiently for over two hours so he will be a little eager to get on with it before he has to go to work."

Okay, confusion reigned, she had said that she had been with her boyfriend at lunchtime and that was why she was hot and sweaty but now she was saying that Robert had arrived too late to have his fun with her at lunch.

We had just walked past the last of the cars picking up girls from our school, Robert looked all around to ensure that there was just the three of us close by and he said, "So who ended up looking after you at lunchtime darling?"

"Your dad brought Tom, one of his friends, over but your dad could only stay for ten minutes because he had a lunch meeting so he left his friend to look after me while he drove to the restaurant in Luton for his meeting."

Robert looked at the shocked look on my face and he smiled, "At least you didn't get the chance to get bored!"

"No, Tom almost made me late for school, he just didn't want to cum in me until the very last minute!"

I was running through the new narrative in my mind, Robert's father had taken his friend to visit Elizabeth and have sex with her but he had left his friend with her while he went off for a business meal...so, how did Tom get back to wherever he came from or did he stop at Elizabeth's house until Robert's father had finished his lunch and returned to pick...

"We're here Kitty, this is Robert's car!" Elizabeth had dragged me to the side of the bush and was pushing me ahead of her between the branches of the bush and the side of his car, stopping me contemplating the ins and outs of Elizabeth's sex life.

She reached past me to open the rear door of the Volvo, I looked back towards Robert, he was standing out on the old farm track looking nervously in all directions to see if anyone else was showing any interest in him and the fact that two girls were just about to climb into the back of his car.

I was pushed unceremoniously into the back of the Volvo and Elizabeth followed me in, "Move up to the tailgate Kitty."

I shuffled on my knees to the back of the car, my back against the glass. Robert looked around one more time and then he slipped quickly into the car, Elizabeth waiting for him on the left hand side of the car. I saw them exchange a smile followed by a kiss. I was actually surprised that they had given each other that much personal contact while I was in the car with them. It was only a quick kiss.

Kiss over, Elizabeth looked at me and said, "Robert, this is my new best friend Kitty...Kitty, this is my boyfriend, Robert!"

Robert shuffled through the car to get closer to me, he stopped six inches away and said, "Hi Kitty...pleased to meet you!" The 'You' was punctuated by him leaning in to kiss me...not on my cheek but square on my lips, a ten Mississippi kiss, I even closed my eyes because that was the traditional form.

I'd been kissed for the first time ever by a boy or man who I wasn't related to on top of the men who had been overtly sexual towards me during my first day at big school, this really was turning out to be a monumental day for me and my education, not only academically, but my sexual education as well. I'd never known a girl of my own age who I knew had a boyfriend in a sexual way...not just a boyfriend as a best friend without the actual sex.

Robert pulled away from me and smiled as I slowly opened my eyes, I flicked my eyes from his face to Elizabeth behind him and to his left, My hand covered my mouth to capture a gasp because Elizabeth was kneeling there in her little, white, 'AAA' cup bra and white bikini brief knickers, her dress draped over the headrest of the front passenger seat. She said, "Come on darling, we don't have all night, you have to go to work soon!"

I wanted to say 'Hey...I'm still here you know...what are you playing at!' and what stopped me? Robert taking his shirt off over his head stopped me. I watched as his hairy chest popped into view and was distracted by Elizabeth wriggling on the floor of the car, no bra covering her breasts this time though, she seemed to have no breast mass at all yet but her nipples looked massive and they were what filled out her bra cup as much as they were ever filled. She wriggled closer to my knees, her hair touching my legs as she lifted her bottom off of the floor of the car and pushed her knickers down her legs. She was now totally naked, not even the thinnest of fur coats covering her sex.

I pulled back another gasp with my hand, the only thing that made me look away from Elizabeth's pussy was Robert moving, he was struggling to get his trousers off and my third gasp did actually escape when I saw what was actually between his legs, it looked massive to me. I knew the theory of what boys did to girls...well, through the medium of animals, I often saw sheep and rams on my grandfather's farm, bulls covering their cows, dogs with their bitches so I knew that sex involved the boy putting its penis inside the girl's body but with that in mind, how could Elizabeth possibly take that monster thing in her hole when it looked to me like his cock was actually bigger than her waist!

He rolled on top of her, lifted his upper body away from hers then he lined his cock up with her pussy and slowly fed his cock into her, right there in front of my eyes.

Elizabeth shivered with pleasure as his body slipped deeper and deeper into her belly. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his upper body down on top of hers. They kissed and then things turned a whole lot more frenetic, Robert was throwing his body down on top of hers, he was thrusting into her body so hard that he was pushing her along the floor of the car on her back. It was no longer her hair touching my legs, her head actually bumped into my knees as they kissed each other.

When she felt my knee pressing against the top of her head, she lifted it slightly, now her head was sliding up onto my lap, pushing the hem of my dress up over ten minutes. She reached above her head and started fumbling with the buttons up the front of my dress, she was opening my dress as she kissed Robert while he fucked her hard.

I was shocked, I just knelt there looking at the two of them fucking as she opened the front of my dress, she wasn't looking up at me, they were still locked in their coital kiss. I felt her fingers easing the collar of my dress open and pushing the sides over the outsides of my shoulders like she was pushing a coat off of my body.

Elizabeth started to rub her hands over my chest, rubbing my breasts through my bra cups as well as stroking over that part of my breasts that stood above the cups. I didn't see their kiss break but I heard Elizabeth say, "What do you think darling, hasn't Kitty got the best breasts in the world?"

Robert looked up, he looked at my bra covered breasts, "She has a beautiful body darling!"

There was a shuffled movement, he was spreading her legs wider open and he drew his knees up closer to her bottom, lifting her legs up over his hipbones so that he could fuck her comfortably without having to use his arms to support his upper body. He was still fucking her quite fast but not so forcefully. He was smiling down at her as he pushed her hands off of my breasts and gave them a squeeze as well.

He pulled my face into his and he kissed me with his tongue in my mouth and as he did that, Elizabeth was wriggling her shoulders from side to side, forcing my knees apart so that her head could slip down between my legs. Robert eased his tongue into my mouth and as he did that, he was pushing my dress down my arms and over my hands, then he reached behind me and pulled my chest into his, swinging my bottom up and away from my heels. Elizabeth wriggled again, her head slipped under my bottom, she pulled the crotch of my knickers to one side and kissed me right on my vagina.

Robert started rocking into her body again, he drove her to an orgasm and she did the same to me with her tongue in my pussy. I felt my bra strap relax, he had unfastened my bra and that was discarded quickly, landing on top of my crumpled up dress.

It dawned on me slowly now as I dropped down from my first ever orgasm delivered by another person...I was almost totally naked in a public place with a man looking and he was now looking at my body, he palpated my tits, pinched and rolled my nipples hard causing my orgasm to die faster than I'd have expected it to and then he groaned, gasped and rolled away from Elizabeth, I watched as his red and angry looking pole slipped out of her body, he shook like a dog leaving water and a string of milky looking liquid sprang out of his cock and splashed down on Elizabeth's abdomen as well as a portion striking my knee.

He reached out for my neck, pulled my head down, he pushed my face close to Elizabeth's pussy, lifting my bottom higher again, out of the reach of her tongue so she couldn't recapture my orgasm on her tongue. She reached up and started pulling my knickers down. Robert pushed my mouth down onto her pussy, I was reluctant to do to her what she had just been doing to me but he rubbed my face into her cunt from side to side until I did start giving her pleasure with my tongue, my chin and throat rubbing through the slime trail that he had spurted over her belly seconds earlier.

She started wriggling her upper body again, her arms clamped over my back, pulling my chest hard against her belly and her fresh wriggling was pulling my body away from the tailgate of the car. As I straightened out a little because Elizabeth was pulling me along the length of the car, Robert was pulling my knickers off over my shoes...so now I was totally naked in the back of the Volvo, just like Elizabeth and Robert.

Elizabeth licked my pussy again as soon as my pussy was within reach of her tongue, she drove me quickly to another orgasm, probably the first time in my life that I'd had two orgasms in a day, never mind just minutes apart.

Elizabeth's left arm slipped off of my back now that she was as far down the car as she could get, her left foot touching the back of the front passenger seat, her right touching the back of the driver's seat and her knees bent upwards. Her mouth dropped away from my pussy, she said, "Oh...I can feel that you're very excited watching us playing together darling!"

I didn't stop licking Robert's spunk out of Elizabeth's pussy but I did twist my head a little and saw that her left hand was rubbing up and down his cock, his spunk still dribbling out of the little eye in his cock..."You just need to be a little harder darling...that's the way!"

She rubbed his cock a little harder to encourage his growth, "You know what Robert's biggest fantasy is Kitty?" I didn't answer, it would be rude to talk with my mouth full! "He wants to get his wife drunk and then get me to rape her while he films us in a sixty-nine, like me and you just now!"

Elizabeth chuckled, "Oh you liked me telling Kitty about your special fantasy...didn't you darling?"

I saw from the corner of my eye that Robert was nodding his head enthusiastically.

"I think you're ready for another fuck darling!"

I expected Elizabeth to wriggle her body back up the car so that Robert could start fucking her again, but she didn't move...she didn't but he did, Robert shuffled towards the tailgate and as he did that, Elizabeth's right arm relaxed across my back, she slipped her hand under my belly, her palm stopping over my pubic hair, her index and third finger on either side of my labia, her middle finger pressing against my clitoris, rubbing me back to a climax as Robert lifted his right knee over my left leg.

I thought, 'Perhaps she's going to suck his cock for him before she moves back into position for her second fuck!'

Robert's right knee touched my right leg and then he lifted his left knee over my left leg and Elizabeth started to push my pussy upwards, as she did that, Robert gripped my ankles, pushing my lower legs towards her head, helping her to push my pussy away from his face to give him better access to fuck her mouth.

I was suddenly forced to scream into Elizabeth cunt, while Robert was holding my ankles, Elizabeth had aimed his cock at my cunt, she had spread her index and third fingers apart to open my cunt and she had used her left hand wrapped around his cock to guide him into my body...and he took her guidance at about fifty miles an hour, from being a totally empty virgin to taking the entire length of his cock in my body in the one thrust and was no longer a virgin.

When I got my senses back, I stopped screaming into Elizabeth's cunt and started bucking my bottom up to throw Robert off of my back but he just grabbed me around my hips and rolled us both to the right, pulling me away from Elizabeth and rolling us both onto our right hand sides, his cock still seated fully in my cunt.

He kept a tight hold of me and started rolling his hips, pumping his cock in and out of my body. Elizabeth let him fuck me for ten minutes before she put her hand on his hip, "Right darling, you've had your fun with her, you've busted her cherry...drawn first blood, we don't have very long and you don't need to cum in her, it's my turn again now!"

He pulled his cock out of me and rolled back over to cover Elizabeth's body again. I gasped when I saw his cock covered with my blood, he didn't care a jot, he just shoved his blood covered cock into Elizabeth's cunt and started fucking her hard again.

I just lay there watching Robert and Elizabeth fucking, I was confused again, I hadn't wanted to be fucked...I'd rather have just watched my pathway to learning about sex, I hadn't planned to lose my virginity at my age, in fact, before today, I'd had no sexual thoughts beyond masturbating while listening to my favourite pop groups and imagining tem performing for me on my own in my bedroom but now that I'd felt Robert's cock in my pussy, felt him fucking me for ten minutes, got over the pain and started to feel the pleasure...I was actually disappointed that he had left my body without filling my cunt with his spunk!

Elizabeth started to climb towards an orgasm again when a voice barked out, Robert...wake up...it's time for work!" directly into my ear and made me jump out of my skin...after all, I was totally naked, laying on my side watching a man and an underage girl fucking in the back of his car. I looked over my shoulder but there was no one there, just the loud speaker from the car's radio.

The voice stopped Robert fucking Elizabeth and in turn it stopped her climb through to her climax.

"You've got to take the evening shift at the Dunstable shop at six o'clock so that the manager can go to his night school class."

Robert pulled his cock out of Elizabeth's cunt, my blood all gone, rubbed off of his cock inside her body.

Robert called out, "Okay dad, I'm half way there already...how did the meeting with the wine importers go today?"

"Well, I would rather have spent the ninety minutes fucking Liz Wilcox than schmoosing the Germans but I think I got a good deal...anyway, my loss was Tom Cooper's gain, we double banged Liz for fifteen minutes and when I left, Tom was fucking her like a stallion."

Robert smiled at Elizabeth and grinned.

I'd worked out that even though the car was forty-seven years old, Robert had installed the latest DAB in car radio with Bluetooth connectivity in the car a little more recently.

"Oh! And talking about sexy little cunts, when I was leaving Liz's house, I spotted a new girl, she looked around fifteen years old, cutest little cupid bow mouth that would have looked great stretched over my cockhead, she had almost black eyebrows but her hair was more light brown or sand coloured...get Liz onto finding her for me, I want that girl in bed with me before my birthday if possible, tell Liz I'll give her fifty quid cash or seventy pounds worth of booze if she can arrange it for me!"

Robert and Elizabeth exchanged a look, "Only fifty pounds dad? You'd usually pay more!"

"Yes, you're right but I got the feeling that the girl was gagging for it, if I'd had a little more time at lunchtime, I would have got into her knickers today! Anyway, your mother is pacing the floor, I've got to take over from her in the shop so that she can go out to her 'Town's woman's Guild' meeting! Try not to be late and avoid the 'M-one' there was an incident earlier, could take a while to go that way."

There was a clunk as Robert's father hung up his call. Robert had put his trousers on and was turning his t-shirt the right side around, Elizabeth threw me my bra and dress, "Better pop your knickers in your school bag in case there's still a little blood from your deflowering Kitty!"

We both watched each other as we dressed, Robert was already dressed and he had moved from the back of the car and into the driving seat. Elizabeth and I left the car and walked together towards the school gates, as we walked she said, "If you fancy a little fun any time and you're near the 'Rose and Thistle' wine shop on Kettering Road, check out their car park, if there's a little Mercedes sports car outside, that means that Alan, Robert's father, is in the shop but if there's a dark blue Range Rover, that means that Rose is there, Rose is Robert's mother, and if she's there, there'll be no fun at all!"

There was a lot of laughing as we walked along, we totally ignored Robert as he drove past us on Forest Gate, there were still a few of our teachers still moving around the school and we didn't want to raise any suspicions.

We'd been standing in front of the school gates for ten minutes when my mother phoned me, she asked me to wait out on the main road because she still wasn't sure how to get to the road in front of the school so I kissed Elizabeth goodbye and walked up to the new slip road off of the main road into Forest Gate so that she would see where she would have to pull in tomorrow when she brought me back to school again.

I opened the front nearside door, a strong pungent smell hit me, it smelled like my mother had just got back from a five mile run but that wasn't all, there was a hint of something else, something that I had smelt only once before, thirty minutes ago, when I was licking Robert's spunk out of Elizabeth's cunt, my mother smelt of semen. I looked at her face as she pulled away from the start of the slip road into Forest Gate. Her lipstick was all gone, there were smudges of blusher on her cheeks and there was something matted in her hair. As I fastened my seatbelt my nose was closer to her head, that was where the most pungent of the smells inside the car seemed to be coming from.

There was a ticket on her dashboard, a pay and display car park ticket from The Best Western Hotel in Milton Keynes that had 'Sarah, Room 215' written on it in black felt tip pen...it also had a time stamp of nine-fifteen that morning. My mother had dumped me at school and then driven straight to a sleazy hotel in Milton Keynes.

I thought, 'Well, today has certainly been a sexual eye-opener for me, from the men tooting their hooters and cat-calling at me when my mother dropped me off, then talking to Elizabeth about her boyfriend and then watching her and Robert fucking and my own little foray into sex and then listening to Robert's father talking to him about wanting me to suck his cock and wanting to fuck me, even to the point that he was willing to pay Elizabeth fifty pounds cash if she could find out who I was and get me to meet him and now, even my mother looked like she'd spent the whole day having sex with someone...the only thing that I couldn't work out was, why was her hotel room number written on her car park's pay and display ticket.'

Mum turned onto Kettering Road and I spotted the wine shop that Kitty had mentioned and there was the Mercedes SLK that I recognised from earlier so the elderly man who had offered me a ride for a ride at lunchtime was Robert's father, Alan. The little Mercedes was the only car on the Rose and Thistle's car park so I decided to try and have a chat with Alan, if only for a few seconds so I said, "Mum, can I have a can of pop and some sweets please?"

Mum looked at the shop right there with a convenient car park to pull into. She parked next to the Mercedes and I followed her into the shop, she told me to pick out what I wanted while she looked through the wine stock.

Alan was standing at the cash desk wearing a brown warehouse coat over his normal clothes, I saw him give my mother a lecherous look as she walked past him, his face changed to a look of surprise as he saw me following her and as he heard her telling me to chose what I wanted and then my mother walked through the shop to the very back wall where the white wine was on display. Alan followed her all the way before his face turned back to me and transformed back into a lecherous look again.

I picked up a can of cola and a small bar of chocolate and placed them on the cash desk at the side of the till. He looked down the shop towards my mother and as he watched her checking through the wines, he whispered, "I didn't think I'd see you again so soon darling...you a new student at Saint Bernadette's then?"

I nodded my head as I checked on my mother too, she had a bottle of expensive piesporter in her left hand and a budget piesporter in her right hand. She was lost in the act of comparing their rear labels. I looked back at him, he was unbuttoning the front of his long coat as he checked to see that my mother was occupied with her wine selection, he hadn't been looking in my direction while I was nodding my head so I said, "Yes, it was my first day today."

He looked back at me and made it obvious that he was looking from my tits to the bottom hem of my school dress.

"You have a great effect on me darling..." He nodded down towards his trousers as he pulled the front of his warehouse coat open and pushed its front behind his back, he even stepped away from his counter, pressing his back against the shelves holding the expensive spirits behind his cash desk to trap the front of his warehouse coat behind his back. I didn't hide the fact that I was staring straight at the lump in the front of his trousers, his cock seemed to go all the way up to his belt and it looked far fatter than Robert's cock. I wondered what it would feel like having that monster stabbing me between my legs.

I looked back at my mother again, he had stopped worrying about what she was doing because he had stepped away from the cash desk, she couldn't see him anymore. I looked back again and his left hand was rubbing his cock through his trousers, showing me its shape more clearly. He smiled at me when he saw me look at his hand rubbing his cock and I wasn't showing any signs of embarrassment, shock or surprise. I even smiled as I saw a little dark dot appear as his excitement started to show through the light grey material of his trousers.

"I thought that you were new, I know most of the students at Saint Bernadette's...so, where were you last year then darling?"

"I was at Sharnbrook Primary School last year."

He got that shocked look back on his face again, "So, you're a year seven girl then?"

I nodded my head.

"I have a good friend that started in year seven at Saint Bernadette's School this year but she doesn't look anywhere near as old as you do darling, her name is Liz Wilcox...do you know her?"

I nodded my head again, "She's in my class...I think I'm about the biggest girl in my year!"

I started toying with my chocolate bar, he was showing me the shape of his cock by gripping it tightly with his left hand but all I was doing was standing there looking at him, I wondered if there was something I could do to reciprocate for him but I really was in a place that my mother could easily have seen me and I was very inexperienced with men still...he had stepped back to get out of her sightline so I knew that I could do the same, I looked behind me, there was a rack of 'Penny' sweets...the fact that the cheapest one of those sweets these days was ten pence, we all still called them the penny sweets.

I made an executive decision, I dropped my bar of chocolate back into its box and turned my back on him, I walked over to the penny sweets, I had to lean over backwards to see my mother at the back of the shop so I was out of her sightline now as well, just as Alan was. I parted my feet by about twelve inches, kept my legs straight and bent at the waist...I reached right down to the bottom shelf and selected one sweet. I looked around my left hip, he had a massive grin on his face as he looked up the back of my dress, I wasn't sure exactly what he could see but as I wasn't wearing my knickers, I guessed that if he saw anything at all, he would have been happy with it.

As I looked at him, he pulled his zip down...pushed the front of his underpants under his balls and hauled his cock out of his trousers, gripped it in his left fist and rubbed it up and down.

I picked two more sweets out and then stood upright again, I took my selection to the cash desk and placed them on top of my can of cola. Alan beckoned to me to step around the side of his counter. I stepped in and without him even asking me to, I placed the palm of my right hand on his cockhead, his right hand lifted the front of my dress and his fingers brushed through the fur covering my sex.

"What do you think, would you like to try sucking my cock or would you rather feel it here?" He stabbed a finger up into my vagina.

I smiled at that question but before I could tell him that I thought that I might be a little too small to take him between my legs, I heard a chink of glass, I dropped his cock and stepped back and to my left so that I was close to the outside of the cash desk, the sound had been my mother putting one of the bottles back on its shelf. I looked in her direction, she was still reading the label on the back of the bottle as she walked back through the shop towards me.

I looked at Alan nervously, he hadn't put his cock back in his trousers, I guess that would have taken him too long, he just pulled the front of his warehouse coat over his belly and fastened one single button to hide his cock.

Mum looked at him and smiled, "Is it okay if I use this card to pay?"

He looked at the card, "This is a business credit card...Glebe Farm, isn't that Ron Clarke's farm?"

Mum nodded her head.

"So...who are you then?"

"I'm Sarah Clarke."

"Didn't you get married about fifteen years ago?"

"I did."

"I was invited to the wedding, I went to school with Ron but I was away in America at the time when you married...so, what's your new name then Sarah?"

She smiled, "I'm still Sarah Clarke...what's your name then?"

"I'm Alan Campbell...do you mean that you didn't take your husband's name when you married him or have you divorced him alreadt?"

Mum chuckled, "I remember your name...I remember playing with you in my father's swimming pool a few times but I'd never be able to remember your face...erm, neither actually, I married John Clarke but he wasn't a relative...well, not close enough to worry anyone anyway!"

He laughed with her and said, "I think I can trust my old playmate and school friend's credit card!"

I spotted a blush on my mother's face as he said 'Playmate'! There was a rattle from the shop's door and a bell rung to distract my mother at that moment. I looked at the door, a young man walked in, in a flash, I took in his face and his crotch before I looked over my shoulder at my mother, just in time to see her turn her head towards the door, her eyes flick from his face to his crotch. I looked back at him, he had a bemused look on his face and what had been a flat plane between his legs when I first looked was now a mountain range in his trousers, though not as big as Alan's cock.

As he walked past us, I turned and followed him with my eyes, my mother gripped my shoulder and turned me back to face Alan. I thought that she was being a little hypercritical, stopping me watching the man walking past while she was doing exactly that, but while I was turning my whole body as he walked past, she was just following him with her eyes while making it look like she was looking at Alan all the time as he swiped her credit card into his Electronic Point of Sale machine. She was even still looking at the new customer as she typed her pin number into the machine.

When we got out into the car park, she chided me, "You shouldn't watch men like that when they walk past you, they'll think you're interested in them..." she lowered her voice, even though there was only the two of us outside the shop, "...sexually!"

Another surprise for me on my first day of big school, my mother mentioned the sex word to me...not just in front of me but directly to me. She looked over her shoulder and into the shop, she wasn't being so discrete now, she was openly looking at him as he picked out a package of cans of beer.

"Does that mean that you're interested in him sexually then mum...you are looking at him after all!"

She turned her head to me, her eyes squinting, her smile tight and strained. Then she relaxed, "What the hell happened at school today...where did the shy quiet girl that I dropped off at eight o'clock this morning go?" She punctuated her comment by ruffling my hair.

"Tell me something please mum, why did the man buying beer take your interest, rather than Alan Campbell?"

She laughed out loud, "When you have a little experience under your belt, you'll understand more about who attracts you and why!"

"I'm being serious, I really am struggling to understand...I mean, I've seen..." I dipped my head down a little as if I was looking in the direction of an imaginary man's crotch, "...both men, Mr Campbell is bigger than the younger man and is far more handsome, very probably a lot more wealthy...so what attracted you to the younger man?"

My question made her laugh, not at me, she was laughing at what I was asking because she understood my confusion...we were a species of 'Biggest is best' so it was reasonable for an inexperienced girl like me to just chose men based on their cock size alone.

Mother suddenly turned serious, "I can understand your confusion darling, when I was a little younger than you, I had crushes on men like Alan too and I suspect for the same reason."

She gave me a nervous look to see if she had shocked me but I was just considering what she had said.

She used her remote control to unlock the car's doors, I opened my door and slipped into my seat while mum opened the door behind mine to rest the bottle of wine on the back seat for the drive home. As she walked past my door, she noticed the car park ticket on the top of the dashboard, she flashed me a shocked look and then stopped, she opened my door and crumpled the car park ticket up and after she closed my door again, she took the crumpled ticket to the litter bin outside Alan's shop.

I watched my mother walk around the front of the car and as she opened her door, I spotted a wet line along the centre of her leather seat. As she eased herself into her seat, I noticed that she had flicked her dress out of the way so that she didn't sit on it, I also spotted that she, like me, wasn't wearing any knickers.

'SEX' reverberated in my head...my mother had sex recently, just like me, and it couldn't have been with my father because he'd left early this morning to work in an office in Sheffield, one hundred and twenty miles north of us.

I realised something had fundamentally changed in me, usually, when in a car on a journey, I would have my eyes buried in a book, today, for the first time, I was looking out of the car, I wasn't looking at the scenery, I was looking at the men and boys..checking them out as well as looking at the girls and considering if they were dressed sexily or walking sexily, when I saw a boy and girl walking together, I wondered if they were having sex together...if they had just had sex...if they were going somewhere to have sex together.

I really was looking at life through very different eyes.

At home, I showered and changed, usually I would have changed into jeans and an oversized sweatshirt, today, for the first time, I looked through the few dresses that I owned, they were mostly party frocks, rather than every day frocks so I had a limited choice, the least partyish of my party frocks. It was pink, it had a button fronted bust, the buttons stopped at the waistband and the bottom hem was about four inches above my knee. I wore pink ankle socks and white trainers on my feet. I didn't have a pink bra and knickers set so I wore a white bra and red knickers...well, white and red made pink, didn't they?

I hadn't been given any homework today, my maths teacher had threatened us that we would be getting a project to do as homework later in the week but not for today so all I had to worry about was the essay that I'd written in my first English class, at twenty to ten that morning, my essay had seemed very adult indeed but now, just eight hours later, seemed babyish and immature so I would rewrite that essay as my homework and make it a little more adult.

I sat at the kitchen table to rewrite my essay, I replaced Robert as the fictional protagonist with Alan and I wrote my role as the one chasing Alan...I 'Pitched my woo' at him, rather than the way I'd written it before where Robert was chasing me. I concentrated a lot on my handwriting as well, my first version wouldn't have won any extra handwriting points...I also had to be careful to use all of the five dollar words that Mrs Bendix had already seen in my essay and commented on.

Mum had used the shower after me and while I sat reformulating my essay, she had dressed in her favourite pink dress, pink and frothy...actually, it could have been my father's favourite dress rather than hers because, whenever she wore that dress, my father was far more loving and attentive to her...if they had been in the middle of a fight and she put that dress on, the fight was instantly over and my father would have conceded his defeat with a kiss.

Mum was at the cooker preparing dinner when my father got home. I saw him look through the kitchen window as he walked past and when he saw how she was dressed, he didn't bother stopping in the boot room to hang his lightweight mackintosh up, he rushed straight into the kitchen, placing his briefcase on the floor and dropping his coat on top of it.

I'd seen this greeting play out about a hundred times in my life, it seemed to happen about once a month unless they were at 'Daggers Drawn' when the pink frothy dress wasn't worn and the greeting was forgotten.

I looked up from my book...I'd seen this many times before without actually looking at it, my mother kept her back towards him, she was busy at the cooker, he approached her from behind, his hands on her hips, he kissed the back of her neck and whispered, "Is it that time of the month already darling?"

She didn't respond verbally, she just nodded her head.

I watched my father's hands slide from her hips, up, between her arms and her ribs...nothing new there, I'd seen it every time without really looking but today I stopped what I was doing and I actually watched as his hands covered her breasts, I saw the fingers of his left hand contracting as he palpated her breast, I had to assume that he was doing the same with his right hand on her right breast. I tilted my head towards my book so that it looked like I was working, rather than looking at my parents, I actually saw my father take a quick look in my direction as he pulled my mother's upper body into his chest by her breasts. I could see the bulge in his trousers as her bottom was still where it had been, only her shoulders pressing against his chest. He whispered, "When did this come over you?"

She tilted her head back and whispered, "About seven o'clock this morning...the itch has been driving me mad all day and it didn't help that Kitty seems to have discovered boys all of a sudden, she flirted with a shopkeeper in Hardingstone and all the way home she was staring at every boy and man that we passed."

I heard a little groan from my father as my mother informed him that I'd suddenly become sexually aware...an almost overnight awakening. I saw movement on his right hand side, I couldn't see his right hand but I saw the front of my mother's dress lift slightly and I saw a little jump in the front of his trousers as his cock inflated a little bit more. He pulled my mother's bottom into his hips and I spotted a quick flash of his right hand, his palm and fingers were in roughly the same position as Elizabeth's hand had been on my pussy when she lifted my vagina into position for Robert to fuck me.

My father groaned again and whispered, "I'd better calm down while Kitty's in the house."

He relaxed his right hand and that gap between them reappeared, just her shoulders pressing into his chest and his right hand returned to her right breast. All of these moves I'd witnessed before without registering what they meant. Mum suddenly thrust her bum back into his hips and she wiggled her bottom from side to side as she whispered, "Why don't you go across to the bedroom, I'll sort Kitty out!"

My parent's bedroom was directly opposite the kitchen door, all of our rooms were on the ground floor because the council didn't want any two story buildings in our little village...one of the advantages of a new village, the council could control every aspect of the village environment.

Dad walked across the kitchen, he was unbuttoning his cuffs as he approached the kitchen table, he asked me how my day had been as he unfastened the knot in his tie.

"You wouldn't believe it daddy, they expect us to teach ourselves...I have no idea why they pay those people!"

He laughed at me, he also pointed at the page I was writing on, he read a few of the words and he raised his eyebrows at the content of my essay...he regained his composure, "Your handwriting looks very stylish...I might have to buy you an expensive fountain pen if you're going to keep that up darling!"

He left his tie trapped under his collar and as he walked from the table to the kitchen door, he was unfastening the buttons down the front of his shirt. I looked at my mother, she was at her 'Useful' drawer, searching out a 'Thank You' card and envelope.

"Kitty darling...can you pop this thank you note over to Aunty Susan...I want to thank her for passing your Cousin Mary's old school uniform down to you!" Mum licked the glue on the flap of the envelope and I took it from her hand. She grabbed my wrist, "Don't hurry back darling...I've stopped dinner so there's no rush...I'll need about three quarters to an hour and when you get back, you can go into town with your father to collect a takeaway!"

I nodded my head and looked at the kitchen door, both the kitchen door and my parent's bedroom doors were open, my dad was bare chested as he hung his shirt over the back of the seat my mother used to apply her makeup in front of her dressing table.

I was just stepping out of the back door as my mother called out, "Kitty darling...take Peter and Mary a bag of sweets each for me as well!"

I had to return to the kitchen cupboard that guarded the sweets and took a bag of Heroes for Peter and a bag of truffles for Mary. As I stepped out of the back door again, I looked back, mother was just closing her bedroom door behind her but not fast enough to hide my father, waiting for her wearing just his underpants and a smile.

I looked to my left, the shortest route to the road, the route past the kitchen and living room windows. The path to the right was much further but that route took me past the bathroom window, my parent's bedroom window and my own bedroom window...further but I chose that route in the end because my mother had told me not to rush home and that instruction guided my choice.

I walked past the bathroom window and then turned the corner, my mother's bedroom window was wide open because it was still very warm out, I could hear the sound of sex through the open window but couldn't see anything because her curtains were closed. At the moment that I passed, she said, "I...told...Kitty...to...give ...Peter...a...bag...of...sweets..."

There was a groan of pleasure from my father and he grunted, "Was that wise darling...Peter has been flirting with Kitty for two years now. She was only safe because she never realised that he was flirting...she might take him up on his offers now that she is more aware!"

My mother chuckled through her gasps for air, "I...do...hope...sooooo..." The 'So' was drawn out and formed a part of her orgasm, but even though she had orgasmed, they went right on fucking without even breaking step "...I'm...hoping...that...she'll...stop... out...longer...give...us...more...time...for...this..."

At that moment a swirl of wind gusted and lifted the corner of the curtain and I spotted my dad on top of my mother fucking her really hard, his abdomen hitting her belly so hard that it sounded like he was slapping her.

At the end of the drive, I turned right, our bungalow was at the western end of the village and my Uncle Tom, Aunty Sue and my two cousins, all lived at the eastern end of the village, our bungalow was orientated so that the living room look out over the country side to the west and their bungalow was the other way around so that their living room looked out over the country too.

I walked past six driveways and turned into Tom and Sue's drive. I trailed my fingertips over the boot of a black BMW M-three on a 'twenty-one' plate, I could see Sue's little Ford Fiesta in front of the BMW so my Uncle Tom had to be driving the BMW, his own Audi must have gone in to be repaired, he had a minor bump a week earlier but minor it might have been but he had still been told that the garage would need his car for five whole days.

I had seen the BMW earlier in the day, at lunchtime, it had driven a few yards into Forest Gate and turned left into Ash Tree Way, following Alan Campbell's Mercedes. I smiled as I walked past the car, my Uncle Tom must be the Tom that Alan had left fucking Elizabeth when he had to rush off to his business lunch.

I chose the long path again when I reached their bungalow, I walked past Mary's window, she was laying, face down on her bed, wearing just her bra and knickers, headphones covering her ears, obviously listening to her music. She hadn't spotted me so I walked on, Peter's bedroom was next to Mary's, his window was wide open, he was sitting in front of his lap-top, right in front of the window, he was only wearing his underpants and it looked like his right palm was pressing down on his cock as he was engrossed in something on his computer screen.

I leaned into his window slightly and said sharply, "Peter...what the hell?"

He jumped out of his skin and turned to his bedroom door, I burst out laughing and he looked in my direction with a scowl on his face, when he realised that it was me, that scowl turned into a smile, "Kitty...you're a real cow, I thought that was my mother!"

"You should lock your bedroom door when you're watching porn on your PC!"

He laughed at me and said, "What are you doing here?"

"I've been set out of the house...erm...to deliver these to you..." I handed the bag of Heroes through his window to him and waved the envelope, "...and this to your mother. I've got Mary's favourite truffles for her as well!"

Peter looked to his bedroom door and said, "You should have worn a fur coat...it's very frosty in the living room, that's why me and Mary are hiding out in our bedrooms!"

"Shit...why?

He looked back at me and grinned, "Lipstick smudge in the wrong place!"

"What, on his shirt collar?"

"More on the front of his underpants I think!"

I gestured with my head to indicate that I understood before leaving his open window on my way to the back door. I spotted Peter running to his bedroom door and grabbing his dressing gown before running out of his room.

Peter was waiting in the kitchen when I knocked on the back door and walked in, he was just tying the knot in his dressing gown's belt to hold it closed, "Would you like a drink Kitty, we had a rather nice red wine with our dinner this evening?"

I nodded my head, then I made a gesture, holding my index finger a half inch from my thumb, "Just a little wine please!"

The bottle of wine turned out to be a box but that was okay, I wasn't a wine purist, I would never tell the difference between a wine from a glass bottle and a wine from a foil lined cardboard box. I followed Peter to the living room, Peter stopped and knocked on the living room door before opening it nervously, he peeked in and relaxed a little, "Cousin Kitty has brought you something from Aunty Sarah mum!"

I walked into the living room as Sue thawed the frost off of her face and warmed up her smile for me, she was sitting in one corner of the room and Tom was in the opposite corner looking like a whipped dog.

Sue looked at my face and then walked over to me, she touched my lips, "Are you wearing lipstick?"

I burst out laughing...partly because Peter had told me that his father had been caught with lipstick smudges on the front of his underpants but also because Sue knew my father better than most and he was almost Victorian in his outlook towards me and the way that I dressed or did my hair, he would never have allowed me to wear makeup unless it was for a dance recital or a play and the makeup was necessary for the performance.

I shook my head, "No aunty...no lipstick!"

"It must be the red wine, staining your lips."

I looked at my glass, "I haven't even sipped it yet!"

She gave me an even stranger look, "My goodness, your lips look...well, it looks like you've had filler injections and...you must just be growing up..." she placed her lips next to my ear and whispered, so that only I could hear her, "...are you having any kind of stomach cramps? You could be starting your menstrual cycle already!"

That caused me to open my eyes wide in shock. Peter came to my rescue though, "Erm...Kitty...didn't you say that you had something for my mum and some truffles for Mary?"

I gasped a, "Gosh, almost forgot why I came here this evening." I handed Sue the card, she opened the envelope and read the message from my mother, "Thanks darling, thank Sarah as well for me, your mother is very thoughtful but tell her she needn't have bothered with the card or sweets!"

Peter guided me out of the living room, Sue had returned to her seat and Tom was still in his. Peter stopped and closed the living room door behind me, reaching past me, his body touching mine. I blushed a little and I whispered, "My dad thinks that you've been flirting with me for the last two years...have you?"

He gave me an awkward...uncomfortable look. "Am I really that bad at it that you've never noticed?"

I laughed and placed my hand on his forearm, "It isn't that...I just think that before today, I was totally blind to sex...like my mum and dad, they do this thing about once a month, almost every month but I never realised that it was a prelude to sex for them until today, for the first time, my eyes were really open and when I left them, they were bonking like rabbits!"

He looked at my hand on his arm, "What happened today that took your blinkers off?"

"One of the teachers at school flirted with me and another girl in my class told me what had happened because I'd totally missed it."

Peter smiled at that, "Was it your geography teacher...erm... Miss Appleton?"

I was shocked, "How the hell do you know a teacher at an all girl school?"

He laughed again, "She hit on Mary a few times...Mary told me all about it. Mary even dropped hockey because Miss Appleton kept pestering her after a hockey match...you know...in the showers after...erm...can I kiss you Kitty?"

I looked at the living room door, we were still just inches away from it, then I looked to Mary's bedroom door, that was still firmly closed. From Mary's bedroom door I looked back at Peter's face, I smiled and nodded my head, "If you really want to."

The kiss wasn't earth shattering but he altered his standing position with his lips still pressing against mine and he pulled my body into his and I felt his cock pressing against my belly through my dress but not his dressing gown...the front of that had fallen open slightly. I pulled away and looked down, his cock had actually escaped from his underpants so there was just the one thin film of polycotton separating his skin from mine.

He looked down as well and started to apologise until I reached down and took his cock in my hand. His lips returned to mine as I started to rub his cock and he gasped with pleasure into my mouth and then he pushed his tongue into my mouth.

I was dragged across the hall to his bedroom door and into his room, he pushed me up against his door, closing it with my back, "What can I do?"

"What would you like to do Peter?"

He looked thoughtful for a moment, "Can I touch your breasts?"

I looked down, I was still rubbing his cock with my right hand but I realised that I couldn't unbutton the top of my dress with my left hand so I swapped over, took over rubbing his cock with my left hand while I opened the buttons down to the waistband of my dress.

He fondled my tits through my bra and then pulled the cups of my bra up under my chin. He sucked and nibbled my nipples for five minutes and then he pulled his head away..."How about between your legs? Can I touch you down there?"

I let go of his cock, hiked my skirt up and hooked my thumbs under the waistband of my red knickers, I pulled them down to my ankles and kicked them off, I kicked them away so hard that they landed on the pillow on his bed.

I reached out for his cock and started rubbing him again, he lifted the front of my dress and stroked my pussy, it took him a few minutes before his fingertips started to feel for my gash, I opened my legs, my feet about a foot apart and his fingers rubbed along my cunt lips, easing my gash open. His chin jutted out a little as he got his full confidence and he shuffled his feet forward, easing his knees between mine, opening my legs wider, guiding my hand between my legs so that I was controlling where his cock went. I pulled his cock into line and I actually inserted the head of his cock into my vagina.

He suddenly thrust his hips forward, his cock buried deep into my body and then he groaned an "Oh...no!"

His body jerked and his cock fell out of me, he shuddered again and a tidal wave of spunk washed down the insides of my thighs, some from my cunt where he had just left his deposit and some straight from the tap so to speak as a second and third string of spunk left his body.

He looked really crestfallen as his cock shrunk, "I'm really sorry Kitty, I feel such a prat...I was so worked up, that was my first time and I fucked it up!"

I patted his cheek, "Don't worry Peter...it'll be better the next time!"

He looked shocked again, "Will I get another chance?"

"Sure, we'll sort something out at the weekend, even if we have to sneak off to grandpa's swimming pool and do it in the water! Now I'd better take Mary her sweets and get off home!"

I looked at my knickers on his pillow, if I put them back on now they would be uncomfortable with my vagina full of Peter's slime, I looked back at him, "Would you like me to leave them as a trophy of your first time?"

I thought that he was going to swoon away, first a promise of another fuck to come and also at the offer of my bright red knickers as a trophy of our fuck, even though it was a bad fuck, it was still his first one. I opened his bedroom door and leaned against its edge, "Peter...this doesn't make us boyfriend and girlfriend...just friends with benefits...don't make a pest of yourself!"

I closed his bedroom door and checked my watch, I'd been out of my house for thirty minutes, I couldn't imagine it taking me very many seconds to drop Mary's chocolates off so I might disappoint my mother by arriving home too early. I deviated to the bathroom and not only did I try to drain as much of Peter's seed into the toilet bowl but I actually washed my pussy on Sue's bidet and then I dried myself out too.

I didn't bother knocking on Mary's bedroom door, I just walked in, she jumped out of her skin when she saw me moving in her peripheral vision but didn't realise who I was.

She jumped to her feet and pulled her headphones off, "How was your first day at my school Kitty?"

I held out the bag of truffles, "It was great, you're lucky now that you're in the sixth form, you get to use the common room rather than messing in the playground with the rest of us...oh...my mother told me to bring you these to thank you for passing your old uniform down to me!"

"Oh goody, they're my favourites!"

I grinned and nodded my head, "I know...I remember the last time I had some, you snaffled more of them than I did...that was at my tenth birthday party, we snuck off together and hid in the hay loft."

Mary giggled, "What did you think of Amanda?"

I gave her a confused look, "There isn't an Amanda in my class, what class is she in?"

Mary laughed louder, "Not a student, Amanda Appleton...she was taken with you, she fancies you like mad, told me so at hockey practice."

"I thought...well, Peter said that you had dropped hockey!"

"I don't play anymore but I'm a 'First-aider', I go to the practice sessions as well as the matches in case they need first aid...you should go to a few practices, see if you like the camaraderie, especially the showers after!"

I left her room and stopped at the living room door, I was about to go in and say my goodbyes but first I pressed my ear to the door, I changed my mind when I heard my Uncle Tom say, "She was just a silly little girl darling, she didn't mean anything, she was just a little exercise over my lunch break!"

Sue's reply shocked me, "I don't care how many little tarts you fuck darling but that girl goes to our daughter's school, she lives just across the road...I'm only grateful that you weren't driving your own car, your personalised number would have been recognised by all the teachers at Saint Bernadette's, they would have all known what you were up to...now, when we go to bed, you'd better spend a long time making it up to me!"

I shook my head, I'd only been out for thirty-five minutes and no matter how slowly I walked, I wouldn't take longer than a minute to get home...my mother would be very disappointed in me!

I kicked at stones on the walk home...no, that wasn't the answer, all that would do was make my trainers dirty and I'd have to clean them and paint them with whitener.

I stopped at the end of my drive, it sounded like a wolf howling at the moon but I knew that it was my mother...no wonder they never did it while I was in the house, I didn't doubt that they fucked while I was in bed at night but this was something else...

I remembered back to the conversation that I wasn't supposed to have heard that my mother had mentioned that she had been turned on for eleven hours or more and the fact that she was late picking me up and when she did, there was a strong smell of spunk in the car, her makeup was all messed up, her hair dishevelled and what looked like spunk in her hair too, then, outside the shop, her seat was soaking wet but only along the crack between her legs and the fact that I'm sure that she wasn't wearing her knickers and I was sure that she had been fucked by someone before she picked me up.

The howling quietened down and I heard my mother panting a thank you to my father for not finishing off and ending her fun, then she said, "Would you like to try it doggy style next darling?"

He panted back, "Thank you darling, I'd love to!"

It would be cruel of me to go back home now after my father had controlled himself while driving my mother through a tumultuous orgasm and now he was going to start all over again from the ground floor. I looked around, there were no cars on the drives of the houses between our house and Tom and Sue's house and then I looked at the farm across the road, Grandpa's car was in front of his house but the lights all seemed to be off, then I realised that I could see a glow through the skylights above grandpa's indoor swimming pool. I could just go and say hi to grandpa, that would take me ten minutes at least to walk all the way around to the door into the swimming pool and another ten minutes to get back, hopefully, that would give my mum and dad enough time to finish their play-time together!

I walked to the side door into the pool room and opened the door just as my grandfather did a kick-turn about three feet in front of me and I got a very unflattering image up between my grandfather's open legs as he started to swim away from me doing the breaststroke in the nude. I looked back at the door, I'd soaked up eight minutes already and the walk back home would be another eight, that would mean that I'd been out of the house for fifty one minutes, more than the forty-five minutes that she had asked for as a minimum but less than the hour that she would have preferred.

I had about thirty seconds to leave the pool room and close the door before my grandfather's next turn and then he would see me and it would be too late for me to run for the hills...he kicked his legs in the frog kick and I saw his balls and his flaccid cock hanging down. My hand was on the door handle when my inner voice said, 'You liked looking at...and were keen to touch Alan Campbell's cock and he is the same age as grandpa, so what's the difference?'

My inner voice distracted me long enough for my grandfather to make the turn at the other end of the pool and he saw me, he stopped swimming so that his lower body dropped lower in the water to cover most of his nakedness. He waddled towards me with just his head and neck above the water. The swim away from me took around forty seconds, the waddle back took closer to five minutes...half of the remaining time that I was trying to soak up, when he got closer he said, "Hi darling, have you come over for a swim?"

I was suddenly on the spot, why was I in here if I wasn't here to swim?

"Erm no, I was just passing and saw the lights were on and thought that I'd pop in to say hi...I haven't brought my costume with me so I can't join you in the pool."

He gave me a warm smile and said, "Well...hi darling but you could come in for a swim..." he looked all around the empty pool room as if someone might overhear him and then he whispered, "...I'm not wearing any trunks myself!"

I smiled at his tom-foolery, acting as if we might be overheard and he eased his upper body out of the water, resting on his elbows on the side of the pool.

"Erm...me and mum bumped into one of your old school friends and he asked to be remembered to you."

Grandpa's eyes opened a little wider, "Really, who was that sweetheart?"

"A man called Alan Campbell."

Grandpa laughed at that, "It was a good job that your mother was with you when you met that old rascal...you're just his type, he would definitely have tried to get you into bed if you had been on your own!"

I smiled at that comment.

Grandpa's eyes opened wider, "Really...I was only talking about Alan with your Uncle Tom yesterday...Tom wanted to buy something a little special and I sent him to see Alan because he knows the best...erm...so, did my old friend flirt with you Kitty?"

I blushed a little because I knew that Elizabeth was what Alan had supplied to my Uncle Tom and wondered just how open I should be with my grandfather now that the question of sex had cropped up, he chuckled again, "Mind you, I don't think that you would have spotted it if he had flirted with you...poor old Peter has been flirting with you for over two years now and you haven't realised...or responded yet!"

"I think that your friend did flirt with me a bit...but not when mum was there, I saw him in his car at lunchtime as well."

"How did he flirt with you at lunchtime when he was in his car and you were in school?"

"Well, I wasn't in...IN...school, I was just outside the gate dumping my lunch bag in the bin outside the gate and as he drove past on Forest Gate, he slowed down and asked me if I needed a lift anywhere...he said, 'I only charge a ride for a ride!' so I assumed that was his way of flirting with me!"

Grandpa gave a little groan and he took all of his weight on his left elbow and his right hand dropped down between his body and the wall, I watched as his right shoulder raised and lowered slowly, his right hand must have been rubbing over his cock, "I'll have to tell Peter to be more direct...you certainly spotted Alan's sledge hammer approach to flirting...didn't you?"

I smiled and nodded my head.

"You really should look kindly at Peter darling, you both suffer from the lack of friends of the opposite sex in your own age range...look what happened to Mary, she ended up going with girls rather than boys because that was all that was available to her at Saint Bernadette's school."

"Grandpa! Are you suggesting that me and Peter should be boy and girlfriend?"

He nodded his head and I noticed that his right shoulder was lifting and falling more and moving faster.

"But grandpa...wouldn't that be illegal, I mean, we're first cousins, isn't that wrong?"

"Well, I guess that it would be wrong if you fell in love or wanted to have children together but farmers kids have always looked after their close relatives...brothers and sisters, cousins, uncles and aunties, even mums and dads sometimes but knowing that it is just a sex thing, not a love thing."

I was tempted to tell my grandfather that he was a little late with his advice to look to my cousin for sexual exercise and that we'd already had our first tango. I suddenly remembered the car park ticket on my mother's dashboard, "Grandpa...if you saw a car in a hotel car park with a woman's name and her room number written on it...what would you think?"

He gave me a thoughtful look, "I'd think that I was back in time about fifteen year's darling. Some women who liked sex a lot, used to do things like that when they were looking for sex in the days before the internet. They used to rent a hotel room and just wait in the hope that a man or several men would be out and about looking for sex, unkind men called women who liked sex that much nymphomaniacs but they're just women who know what they want and don't let social conventions restrict them. We all know women like that darling..." I shook my head, I didn't know any women like that, perhaps Elizabeth was like that and I guess that I knew her now, Grandpa raised his eyebrows again, smiled and nodded his head, 'Yes you do', "...anyway, where did you see that?"

"No...I didn't see it. I was talking to a few of my dance class friends at school today, the end of term dance competition last year was held at The Best Western Hotel in Milton Keynes and they swear that they saw a middle-aged woman write her first name and room number on her parking ticket and then go into the hotel. They watched the car all day but never saw a man go near the car."

"Hardly surprising darling. Women often buy a ten pound burner phone and just write its number on small cards and stick them in phone boxes or on notice boards...some even stick their card inside men's toilets."

My phone's bell rang and I looked at the screen, "Mum!"

I pressed the green button, "Hi mum...over at the pool with grandpa...okay, see you in a minute!" I closed the call with the red button, "My dad is ready to fetch our dinner from town."

"A takeaway on a Monday night...how come your mum didn't make dinner?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "When dad got home from work, mum asked me to drop something off at Aunty Sue's house and told me to stay out for at least an hour."

She raised his eyebrows again, "Was she wearing her favourite Pink dress?"

I nodded my head.

"Oh, it's that time of the month again is it?"

I shrugged my shoulders.

I opened the pool door and he pushed away from the side of the pool, he lifted his feet and kicked away, he was swimming backstroke, his cock totally out of the water, he was rampant, the little eye in the head of his cock almost looking into his belly button as he swam. He saw me taking a good long look at his cock while I was comparing it with Alan Campbell's, they could have been twins, their cock's looked so similar.

I stepped through the door and was just pulling it closed when he shouted out to me, "Would you like me to give Alan Campbell your mobile phone number Kitty darling?"

I stopped the door closing and looked back at him, his cock still standing proud, he had stopped swimming away from me and was now just floating on his back, his right hand lifting his cock like a flagpole.

"Why would you want to do that grandpa?"

"Alan would love to make a lunch date with you...if I send him your number tonight, he'll probably ring you before school in the morning to make a date with you for lunch tomorrow and while you're with him, you can imagine that you're with me because we're very similar in the bedroom!"

As he said that I could imagine that I was with him while in bed with Alan, he rubbed his cock a few times as the door finally closed.

I walked from Glebe Farm to my own house, dad met me on the drive, he looped his left arm over my shoulder and pulled my body into his to plant a kiss on my cheek, "Thank you for giving me and your mother an hour of privacy darling, it shows just how much you've grown up in so few weeks."

Dad's hand slipped down my back, his hand smoothed down my ribcage, over the small of my back and then he lifted it off and he patted my bottom, I wondered if he realised that I wasn't wearing my knickers as he swatted my bum twice.

We drove into town, on the outskirts there was a new social housing estate, the estate was so rough that we drove past a house that was up on tyres because someone had stolen its foundations, the houses actually looked like they had been there for sixty years rather than the six years that they had actually been built. The new play area had swings...well, swing frames but the chains and seats had been stolen, the rocking horse had a broken leg and the vet had to shoot it in the head to put it out of its misery for its own good but most noticeable was that there were eight boys larking about in front of the park. Eigh teen boys but not a single girl!

Dad caught me checking the boys out, he smiled at me, "Your mother told me that you're showing an interest in boys all of a sudden darling...so, which one of them takes your fancy most?"

I blushed and said a whiny, "Daaaaaaaaaad! You're so embarrassing"

"You shouldn't be embarrassed darling, it is only natural that a girl should show an interest in boys...so which one would you fancy most out of that group?"

I'd looked away from the boys because I was so embarrassed by my dad and while I looked away, I saw a thirty something year old man on the other side of the road, he was wearing shorts and a t-shirt and he was jogging along the side of the road. I checked out his confirmation, good frame, good musculature, he looked like he had stamina, my grandfather might have even said he had good lungs and would be able to run a long way! My mouth curled into a smile and my dad laughed, "Okay...I guess that you're more into older men...good choice though darling...he looks very handsome but you don't have to limit yourself to chosing only one...at your age, you should try out all kinds of things with all kinds of boys or men!"

"Okay then, the tallest boy, the one with the England football shirt on!"

I looked back at my father and grinned at him.

The traffic lights changed and dad put his car into first gear and moved his hand to my knee, "Who knows, it might be fun to try them both at once...I'll bet your mother would like that if I were there to keep her safe!" He squeezed my thigh just above my knee before he had to move his hand back to the gearstick to change into second gear.

We drove into the town centre and I was asked what I'd prefer for dinner. I made my choice as dad was driving slowly down the long road that held all of the takeaway shops, I chose Indian but there was nowhere to park close to that shop so dad stopped and dropped me off, he told me to go in and order enough food for the three of us and he would come and pay as soon as he could find a parking place. I got out and as I closed the door, he called out, "Order extra!"

I felt a vibration against my hip as my phone took in a text message.

I checked the screen and read it as I was waiting to place my order, 'Hi darling, your grandfather gave me your phone number. I was wondering if you'd like to have lunch with me tomorrow, I can pick you up out on the main road about five minutes past twelve if you like.'

I placed my order and as I watched my father walking up to the shop's door, I quickly replied with, 'Okay!' and I popped my phone back in my pocket.

We sat chatting in the waiting area, whenever a man came in my dad asked me what I thought of him...I'd heard other girls talking together at dance recitals, older girls, they would discuss the men in the audience the way that my dad was talking to me about the men entering the takeaway shop. I'd never really thought that those girls were being serious about the men, after all the girls were all under fifteen and the men that haunted the dance recital's audience were either fathers of their friends or men over fifty years of age...all that being said, now I had changed my mind and perhaps the older girls were being serious about fancying the older men.

By the time our food was ready, my father was more like my best friend than my father, we were giggling about men that I liked the look of and the men that my father thought that he would like to see playing with my mother.

We ate dinner around the kitchen table, the three of us shared the white wine that mother had bought from The Rose and Thistle store. I washed the plates while mum and dad fooled around in the living room together and as I was putting the plates away, mum came in and told me that she and my father were going to have an early night, I had to stop her and ask her what time I had to go to bed, she looked at me with a shocked expression on her face and she said, "Well darling, you know what time you have to get up for school in the morning, you're adult enough to pick your own bedtime and anyway, in the living room with the TV on you'll be further away from the noise!"

At ten o'clock I had to use the toilet, that room shared one wall with the kitchen and one with my parent's bedroom, as I sat on the toilet I could hear the gentle sounds of my parents fucking as well as them talking about sex. I actually heard my dad telling my mum that he thought that Peter might be out of luck with me.

"I watched Kitty closely on the way to town, she's more interested in men close to my age than boys of Peter's age...you might have to step in to help him or he'll be a virgin for the next ten years!"

I watched TV until eleven o'clock and then I went to bed, mum and dad heard me going to bed and called a halt in their fuckfest, they actually stopped and had a cup of coffee in the kitchen to let me go to sleep before they started fucking again.

I didn't quite make it though, thirty minutes wasn't enough time to clear my head of everything that had happened today and allow me to find sleep, at eleven thirty they started fucking again, this time it was a more silent affair, there was no talking, just gentle fucking and in the end I was rocked to sleep by the gentle 'Huh...huh...huh...huh!' from my mother as my father pushed into her body.

My alarm clock sounded at seven o'clock and as I opened my eyes and looked at the time, there was still a faint sound through our adjoining wall, 'Huh...huh...huh...huh!' from my mother again.

I made a little noise in the kitchen, one of the drawbacks to bungalow living was that you could hear everything that happened in the kitchen in every room in the house.

Mum walked into the kitchen, all she was wearing was her nighty, not even slippers on her feet, the nighty was so thin that she may as well be naked. I was dressed almost the same, just that my nighty was made of slightly thicker material, my body didn't show through it quite so clearly and I was wearing slippers on my feet.

"What would you like for breakfast mum?"

"Just a coffee and a slice of toast please darling."

I looked towards her bedroom, "Will dad want anything?"

"No darling, he's going to have a little nap while I take you to school, I'll need him again when I get back home."

"Is dad on holiday?"

"He won't have to go into work today, after you told your grandfather that I'd asked you to give me and your father an hour's privacy, he rang me ten minutes after you went to fetch the takeaway and asked if I wanted you to sleep over at the farm to give us more privacy but I told him that I thought I'd got most of it out of my system so you'd be okay sleeping here. But my dad told me that he'd cancel all your father's appointments today or he'd go and make them himself."

I smiled at that comment and mumbled, "It didn't sound like that to me..."

"What did you say darling?"

"...I said 'That sounds great to me' mum!"

I was just handing my mum her cup of coffee when there was a knock at the back door and it opened without invitation as was the country way. Grandpa Ron stepped into the kitchen, he said, "I've moved all but one of John's appointments and the only one I couldn't move, I'm going to make the visit myself, so as I've got to go into town, I thought that I may as well take Kitty to school this morning."

Mum handed her cup of coffee to her father and she gave him a hug as she thanked him, he had her coffee in his right hand and as they hugged, his left hand slipped down to her bum and he was stroking and fondling her bottom as he said, "It hasn't been this bad for a few years has it?"

Mum was nuzzling her face into his neck and it looked like she was humping her belly against his abdomen, she whispered, "I can't ever remember it being this bad dad, not even the first time!"

Grandpa slapped her bottom and he said, "You might as well get off back to bed, try to get a little sleep...remember, if John has any problems, ring your brother-in-law...I've told Tom to clear his day today, just in case he is needed!"

Mum mumbled into his neck, "I haven't needed Tom for years."

"I know but he's there for you if John needs a hand!"

The toaster popping drew me out of their conversation, I started spreading butter on the toast as my mother left the kitchen, "Mum, your...toast."

Grandpa stepped up to me, "I'll eat her toast...she needs sleep more than toast right now."

Grandpa wrapped me in his arms the way that he had done to my mother seconds earlier, his hand on my bottom palpating my buttocks as he whispered, "You look stunning this morning darling...did your father buy you that nighty?"

I shook my head, "I think Uncle Tom gave it to me for my eleventh birthday present."

Grandpa laughed, "So, that's the nightdress that Peter bought for you but was too shy to give it to you because he had just fluffed yet another attempt to kiss you at the Sunday barbeque and you knocked him back yet again."

"Peter gave me a Parker ballpoint pen for my birthday."

"Tom bought the pen, Peter bought the nighty and on the walk over to your house Peter asked his father to swap with him."

I was certainly learning more about my strange family over the last forty-eight hours than I'd ever known in the eleven years that I'd lived with them. My bottom was slapped and grandpa walked away with his cup of coffee in his right hand and his plate with toast on it in his left hand and he went through to the living room. He sat at my father's computer and signed into the farm's file server, I stood at his side to eat my own toast, "What are you doing grandpa?"

"I'm trying to see what has changed in the last month or two around the farm, your mother suffers with a medical condition called satyriasis and it could be aggravated by things like environmental conditions or pollutants...here, your father couldn't get chicken feed from our usual suppliers and he had to take ninety tons of feed straight from Poland, we stopped using Polish feed six years ago...that's the only change we've...I wonder..." He looked at me, "...did your mother clean up yesterday darling?"

I shook my head, "I don't think so...I think that she was out all day."

He took his clean linen handkerchief out of his trouser pocket and he walked over to the bookcase and pressed the folded handkerchief down onto the shelf, pressing down but without rubbing, he lifted it up again and he looked at the surface, "Pink...the dust from the chicken feed hopper is usually blue-grey, my housekeeper never mentioned the change in the dust..."

I didn't know that dust could have different colours, I certainly had no idea what the significance there could be between the colour of the dust.

"Have you finished your breakfast darling?"

I nodded my head.

"Well then, you'd better get ready for school, I need to visit Dynamic Laboratories in Luton before I keep your father's appointment with the Farm Foods buyers in Coventry later on this morning...I need to have the laboratory analyse this dust for me."

I went into the bathroom and had my shower, when I stepped out and started to dry myself, I heard a knock on the door, my back was to the door, I looked over my shoulder and called out, "It's not locked!"

The door opened and my grandfather stepped into the bathroom, my front was covered with the towel but my back was totally naked and it was my back that was toward him. A little shiver of excitement coursed through my body because it was my turn to be naked in front of my grandfather where yesterday, it had been him that was naked while I was dressed and he had actually and quite deliberately exposed his nakedness fully to me.

I didn't deliberately hide myself, I just dried myself as I normally would. He smiled at me and said, "I'm really glad that you haven't gone shy on me...I was really starting to worry when you wouldn't strip down last night and come in the p0ool for a swim with me...when Mary started to grow these..." he reached out and lifted my left breast with his left hand, he rubbed his thumb over the top of my nipple and he lifted it with the side of his index finger and he rolled my nipple between them, then he let go of my breast and his fingertips brushed down over my ribcage to my pussy, turning his hand over and rubbing over my pussy mound, I parted my legs to allow him free access but he just pulled gently on the fine coat of darkening hair, "..And the hair here started to turn dark and show against her body..." he looked at the way that I'd opened my legs for him, he smiled and then let go of my pubic hair and found my clitoris and began to gently massage it, "...she suddenly became shy overnight, she hid her body from Tom, Peter and me, and look at her now, she's full-on lesbian."

I was still going through the motions of drying myself even though I was now being masturbated by my grandfather, he grinned as I began a gentle orgasm, "Anyway, I'm really glad that you aren't shy, it'll save Alan Campbell the cost of a hotel room!"

That stalled my orgasm a little and I lowered my eyebrows in confusion, his grin changed into a chuckle, "As soon as you agreed to meet Alan at lunchtime, he called me and offered me one of his little friends, Liz Wilcox, he told me that she's in the same year as you at Saint Bernadette's, I'm bringing her back to the farm for my fun with her and Alan was planning on taking you to a hotel for a lunch of champagne and strawberries in the bedroom..." he raised his eyebrows twice at that point, "He told me that Liz isn't the least bit shy and loves to be watched while she's fucking a man, so I told him that I'd check with you to see if we can all play together at the farm...who knows, you and Liz might fancy a partner swap with me and Alan!"

That comment jumped me to a much larger climax and as I gasped down from its peak, I said, "Not just in my year...she's in my class and we spent most of yesterday sitting next to each other."

We both looked at the open bathroom door, there was a faint, 'Come on darling...' And a 'I'm too sore and very tired, I need an hour!' and a, 'Come on darling...please!'

My mother was begging for sex and my dad was reluctant.

Grandpa said, "Go and get dressed for school darling, I have something to look after!"

He had his phone in his hand, I saw my Uncle Tom's face on his phone screen with his name and number under it, I also saw his thumb press the green call button and as I passed my mum's bedroom door, I heard my grandfather say, "Tom...tag...you're up now!"

I went into my bedroom and heard a knock on my parent's bedroom door and Grandpa saying, "I've told Tom to come over right away darling!"

I knew that I had an appointment for sex at lunchtime so my hand was in my 'Posh' knickers drawer when I stopped myself selecting colourful and lacy from that drawer and I picked up white, there was still lace but that lace was sewn onto white silk material. I could have chosen tights to make my legs look more elegant but picked out white ankle socks with lace turnovers sewn in to them. I pulled my school dress on like a coat and fastened the row of buttons down the front and put my black 'T-strap' sandals. I didn't have an issue over drying my hair, ever since we moved in next to the farm, I spent so much time in my grandfather's pool that my hair became frizzy and my father relaxed his rules and allowed me to have my hair cut in a page-boy style, that haircut cost my mother thirty-five pounds at the beauticians. Six months later, when I needed my hair cut again, I sidestepped the beauticians and went to a men's barber and had a six pound short back and sides and found that much better than the thick page-boy style.

I stepped out of my bedroom, just as Uncle Tom walked from the kitchen...Tom had worn his dressing gown over his pyjamas for the walk from his house to ours but that was dropped in the kitchen doorway and as he crossed the hall to my parent's bedroom door, in front of his father, he was taking his pyjama jacket off and entered their bedroom bare-chested.

By the time I joined my grandfather in front of the kitchen door, there was that familiar, 'Huh...huh...huh...huh!' from my mother as my Uncle Tom fucked her in her bed, with my father lying right there next to them as they fucked.

Grandpa had left his car at the farm so it was a short walk from my house, me carrying my school bag, him carrying a plastic sandwich bag with a neatly pressed and folded linen handkerchief in it, white on one side and pink on the other.

I sat in the front passenger seat and I opened my satchel, I'd heard a new word from my grandfather and I wanted to look it up.

He got in, he started his engine and then he reached over and pulled my left knee closer to his gear stick, he looked over at me, "I like to have something to play with as I drive along...nice panties by the way...very adult. Is your bra matching?"

I nodded my head.

"Me and Alan are very lucky men!"

I looked in my dictionary, opening it at the start of the 'S' section, grandpa put the car in gear and drove out onto the road, his hand was on my inner thigh before the front wheels were out on the road. He concentrated on stroking a small area of my inner thigh between my knee and the bottom hem of my dress while he had to play with his gearstick as well but as soon as we got on the open road and he could put the car in sixth gear and leave it there, his fingers went up higher and once again that morning, his fingers were on my pussy again, he had eased the leg hole of my knickers to one side and he dipped into the moisture of my inner body as I searched through the 'S' section.

I reaches the 'Sat' section quite easily, searched around the 'Sat-i' area but when I reached 'Satl' without finding my target, I guessed that the i must have been a 'y', either that or my school dictionary didn't have the word that I was looking for because it was too rude!

And suddenly there it was,    satyriasis     noun     uncontrollable or excessive sexual desire in a human.

Now, that was interesting, that word almost fell in line with the essay that I'd written for my English lesson yesterday. I took my exercise book out and quickly counted the number of words that I'd written in my new story. I had written nine hundred and thirty words so far, seventy words short of the one thousand words that we'd been asked for so I could add a final paragraph to use my new word...well, a different variant of that new word that was next to my new word in the dictionary at least and I was going to be at school early enough to sit on the steps of the school and write that new paragraph in my neatest handwriting.

I put my books away and relaxed back in my seat to take the fullest advantage of my grandfather's fingers as they played between my legs. I had to keep my wits about me though, even though I was mid orgasm, I had to warn my grandfather when it was time to turn off of the main road and into Forest Gate, he exclaimed, "Bloody hell...they've changed this junction a lot in the last six weeks!"

I kissed him on his lips before getting out of his car and watched him as he drove away at high speed to Luton to have a sample of the dust from our house analysed in a local laboratory.

I was alone in the playground as I sat on the steps in front of the main entrance to alter my English assignment. The story I'd written was an adult story. It was about the sexual awakening of a young girl...it wasn't pornography or anything like that, not really rude, I'd written about a young girl seeing a handsome man and fantasising about him asking her out on a date that she accepted. There were definitely sexual undertones but as the girl knew nothing about sexual pleasure, her imaginings were all around the things that gave her pleasure, like dancing, eating sweets, going to a funfair or to the cinema...that kind of thing.

As I sat on the steps I wrote, 'I was breathing heavily, my heart was beating so fast that I thought that I may die. I became so worried that I might be ill that I made an appointment to see my doctor. After a long examination, both verbal as well as physical, my physician's diagnosis was that I was suffering from a mild case of satyromania caused by a hormonal imbalance.'

Elizabeth stood in front of me, she was blocking the sun so I looked up, "Are you mad woman...your white knickers are showing to everyone in the playground sitting like that...are you trying to drive Miss Appleton mad with desire or something?"

"You mean Amanda?"

Elizabeth looked shocked, "Amanda...how the hell do you know her first name, Kitty?"

I gave her a superior smile, "My cousin Mary is in the sixth form here and she was Amanda's special friend for a while five years ago when the school was in its old location in the centre of town."

"And are you wearing those sexy silk knickers..." Elizabeth pulled at the neck of my dress forward and looked down the front, "...and matching bra today for her Kitty?"

I shook my head.

"Erm Kitty, I think one of my friends would like to meet you, he saw you yesterday and asked me if I knew you...could I ask if you'd go on a date with him at lunchtime?"

"No, I can't...I have a lunch date today already."

Elizabeth squealed, "Wow, what a coincidence, we've both got a date this lunch time, anyway, remember my friend, he can get away almost any time if you'd like a little fun!"

I held back a knowing smile, "Wow, with Robert? Wouldn't it be weird if our dates both took us to the same place at the same time!"

Elizabeth shook her head, "No not Robert, his father has organised a date for me and I assume that my date will be taking me straight to a bedroom in his own house or a hotel...bumping into you in there would be more than coincidence Kitty darling...that would be an honest to goodness miracle!"

I put my exercise book away and stood up, we kind of kicked around the playground while I asked her what she knew about her date.

"Almost nothing really, he's been Alan's friend for something like sixty years, certainly since they were at primary school and from what Alan told me last night on the phone, they have shared girlfriends for most of those years...Alan even had...erm...Ron...I think that's his name, Ron arranged for Alan to screw his own daughter years ago while she was still at school!"

"Wow...that sounds...well...I wonder if this Ron bloke actually watched Alan with his daughter...just giving her to Alan would be incredibly sexy, if he watched as well, that would have been extremely erotic, wouldn't it?"

Elizabeth laughed out loud, "What if Ron joined in as well instead of just watching...now that would be my definition of extremely erotic"

After assembly it was maths for eighty minutes and our first project was discussed, we would have around a month to devise a database, populate it and then tease out statistics from it, the project would form five percent of our year's final mark, the other fifty percent would be taken from the end of year exam. We were split up into groups to discuss our ideas while the teacher walked around, listening in to our discussions.

At morning break Elizabeth told me that she thought that I was mad because my project would take a lot of hard work, she thought that I should pick a project that I could use the internet to research.

After break we had eighty minutes of English to look forward to. Mrs Bendix picked the first girl through the door to hand out paperback copies of 'Cider with Rosie' written by Laurie Lee. The books looked in great condition considering it was written sixty-three years ago.

When we were all in our seats, we were told to start reading the book silently, "Take notes in your rough book, not in the book itself, you will be asked for a book report next Monday which I will mark as a part of your final mark!"

I thought that it was a little harsh, we were only on day two of our new school life and we were already being graded for our final mark of the year!

I looked up, Mrs Benbdix had a red biro in her hand, I could see 'Crossings out', 'Corrections' and 'Margin notes' being made. There was a short talk, all I heard of that was that Christine had only written around seven hundred words, rather than the thousand that had been asked for and I thought that was harsh as well as our exercise books didn't have a word count facility built into it but then I reasoned that I had actually counted my words, I was really close to the thousand words so I felt really happy.

The next girl to be called down to the front was Elizabeth Wilcox...confusing...'I've never seen a selection process like that before!' I'd have to check the next selection, see if it was Anna Appleton, if it wasn't then perhaps it was based on student number.

Elizabeth didn't look too happy as she sat at our teacher's desk, I got the feeling that there was more red ink on her page than black, when she returned to my side she was mad. "I can't believe it...I'm a Wilcox...from a long line of Wilcox's, the only advantage to being at the end of the alphabet is to avoid things like this..." She turned her book towards me, '4/10 Must try harder...take my points on board before your next assignment!'

I thought...'Shit Mrs Bendix is really harsh!'

Anna was the next to be called up and I thought, 'Ahhhh, one from the start of the alphabet and one from the end, if Isabella Preston is next, I'll be after her!' I derived some measure of comfort from having worked out my position in the general scheme of things...well, at least I hoped I had.

I settled into reading the book and just got into it when my name was called out from the front and I missed it until Elizabeth nudged me and when I looked at her, she gestured with her head to the teacher who said, "Thank you for your assistance...Miss Wilcox."

I took my exercise book down to Mrs Bendix's desk and flashed past the first three pages, "I wrote the first three pages in class yesterday but wasn't happy with it so I rewrote it at home last night...sorry!"

She took my exercise book and flipped back to the first page, I saw her eyes flashing from side to side, three seconds...four at the most and she turned to page two, same three or four seconds and turned to page three.

"Well, if you had handed the first version in, I would have had to drop you a mark for writing far too many words."

She was speed reading the first page and jolted to a halt and flicked back to the first story, "Why did you change the male lead's name?"

"Robert was a totally fictional character and I couldn't hold him in my imagination...Alan was an old boyfriend of my mother's who I actually met on my way home last night and I chose him for my lead character because he was real and I imagined him and my mother!"

"Interesting!"

She read right to the end without further comment, when she reached one of the words that I called, 'Five dollar words', she presses the tip of her red ballpoint pen onto the paper at the side of the words. At the end of the story she took her glasses off and looked at me, "Well, that was a very good story Kitty, very adult theme and excellent handwriting, good spelling and vocabulary but what do you mean by the word 'Satyromania'?"

"Erm...I think that in the olden days they called it nymphomania but it is just someone who has a very high sex drive!"

I watched her write 11/10 in red pen at the bottom of the page, "I've given you an extra ten percent for your hard work, keep up the good work Kitty!"

I walked on air back to my seat, Elizabeth looked over my shoulder an gasped when she realised that there were no mistakes, no comments and an eleven out of ten for my score, she whispered, "Lucky cow!"

I sank back into the story and had finished one hundred pages by the end of the lesson, I didn't notice what order my fellow students went to see our teacher, everyone in the room disappeared once I started reading again.

Elizabeth ran for the door on the first clang of the bell ending school for the morning, I was excited about having my date with Alan but I played it calm and walked out as if I were a normal human being.

I caught up with Elizabeth on the pavement at the end of Forest Gate, she had turned the corner and was waiting just out of sight of the school so that no one saw her being picked up.

She saw my grandfather's car in the distance, Elizabeth said, "RON 1 C, looks like my date is here, what kind of car will your date be driving?"

"A black Range Rover Sport I think!"

"Isn't Ron's car a Range Rover?"

"It is and judging by the bling grill, Ron's car is the sport model too!"

Elizabeth smiled at my grandfather and then she spotted Alan sitting behind Ron, she opened the back door and was about to climb in next to Alan but he pointed to the front passenger seat, "You're up there kiddo!"

As Elizabeth moved to the front passenger door, she looked totally confused...more so when I climbed into the back of the car and kissed Alan without being asked.

Before my grandfather could pull away from the curb, I'd taken the lead again and my hand was inside Alan's trousers, playing with his cock as we kissed. He asked me if I'd ever sucked a cock before...I shook my head, "Oh, that's a pitty!"

"Why?"

"I would have loved a little suck on the way to the farm."

I shuffled my bum away from him, I curled my upper body and lowered my mouth onto the head of his cock, Elizabeth was watching me between the front seats and as I settled into my comfort zone, my lips just behind the frill under his cockhead and started rubbing my hand up and down his shaft, Elizabeth was wanking my grandfather off as he drove along.

I wasn't really sure where we were, all I could see were the roofs of houses and the fact that the number of roofs I could see were thinning out, fewer roofs per mile now so we must have been getting close to the countryside.

The radio quietened and a robot voice said 'Incoming call from...' the robot voice changed to my grandfather's voice and said, "TOM"

Grandpa said "Answer call!"

"Hi dad...Tom here, I've just checked the chicken sheds, topped up the feed hopper and the water trough, what have you got on this afternoon?"

"I booked a date with your little friend from yesterday!"

"Oh, are you heading to Elm Tree Way now?"

"No...I picked her up from school, she's in the car with me right now."

Tom said, "Hi Liz!"

Elizabeth said hi back

Tom said, "Erm dad, by the time you get her to the farm, half your play time will be gone, you'll only have about forty minutes with her before it will be time to take her back to school!"

"We've thought of that, Alan phoned Saint Bernadette's school this morning and told them that Liz has a doctor's appointment so they aren't expecting her back this afternoon."

I pulled my mouth off of Alan's cock but before I got the chance to complain about being left out of the fun, Alan pushed my head down again. He stroked his hand down my back, lifted the back of my dress and started fondling my bum through my knickers.

"Dad, if you have Liz all afternoon, can I have another turn?"

Grandpa said, "I'm sure that Liz would be happy to entertain you as well as me."

I'm sure that I saw Elizabeth nod her head in agreement.

"Dad, what about Peter...I could tunnel him out of school, we could have one of her holes each."

"What about Sarah?"

"I gave John a two hour break, by the time I left, John was fully fit again and I got the feeling that Sarah was starting to calm down a little by the time I left as well."

"Okay, you go and fetch Peter, well meet you at the farm."

The robot voice said, 'Call ended.' And the music started playing again.

Grandpa said, "Telephone!"

The music stopped again and the robot in the dashboard said, 'Telephone activated.'

"Call...Saint Bernadette's school."

'Calling Saint Bernadette's school.' that was followed by the little ten tone tune for the telephone number, the purrrrr, purrrr and a click, "Saint Bernadette's School, how may I help you?"

My grandfather said, "Good afternoon Pamela..."

"Oh Hi Ron..." The voice turned into a whisper, "...Ron, it's only the second day of term, I'm sorry I won't be able to sneak off today."

"How about Saturday afternoon then...come over to the farm for a picnic in my bedroom."

"Okay Ron, that's a date."

"Okay, that's a date...oh, by the way, can you pop a note in my granddaughter's register that she's having a problem with her eye and she's been sent home please."

"Mary doesn't need permission any more, she's in the sixth form so she can have as much time for private study as she needs."

"Not Mary...Kitty started yesterday in 'Year seven Enterprise stream!' I need her with me at the farm this afternoon."

"That's okay, all she has this afternoon is eighty minutes of sport and forty minutes home economics, I'm sure that she'll get enough exercise on the farm and she could probably teach the home economics class living next to the farm."

I looked at Elizabeth's face, she looked more than a little shocked at what my grandfather was saying to the school secretary.

Alan slipped his hand down the back of my knickers and fondled my bottom inside my knickers. He tested my bottom with his finger and said, "That's a pity, it'll take a long time before a man of my size could play in that garden."

He leaned over so that his hand could reach my pussy from the back and he slipped a finger into my body, "That feels better, still nice and tight darling...how many cocks have you had up here?"

I didn't speak with my mouth full, I just held up two fingers and he chuckled, "Still almost a virgin then."

When we got to the farm, Alan retrieved a picnic hamper from the boot of the Range Rover that was filled with champagne, strawberries and chocolates. The hamper was taken into the living room of the farm house and we all sat around eating and drinking champagne. I wasn't as used to being naked with men as Elizabeth was, after all, it had only been twenty-two hours since the first time that I'd undressed in front of a man...or rather, let a man undress me, I'd only been sexually aware for twenty-two hours...sexually active for twenty-two hours but I'd packed a hell of a lot of living in those few hours and now, I was leading things, I stripped off totally as I drank champagne while Alan fed me chocolates and strawberries. Elizabeth followed my lead and soon we were both naked and leading Alan and my grandfather to the master bedroom.

We made a game of undressing both men and as the fucking started, Elizabeth under my grandfather's body and me under Alan's, the bedroom door opened and my Uncle Tom and Cousin Peter walked in, they saw grandfather and Elizabeth first but then they saw me under Alan and they both looked shocked. Naturally, Tom looked more shocked than Peter because Tom was sure that I was still a virgin while Peter knew that I wasn't as he had fucked me about eighteen hours earlier without any bleeding problems.

Tom suggested that his dad roll onto his back with Liz fucking, 'Girl-on-top', then Peter was told to fuck her mouth while Tom slipped in behind her, three generations of the same family fucking Elizabeth at the same time.

Alan pointed out to me that if I could take a cock up my bum, I could do the same as Liz and take on all three generations of my own family at the same time...I was asked if I was willing to try and I nodded my head, I thought, 'In for a penny...in for a pound!'

Elizabeth was taking a really hard pounding from Tom and grandpa, she was fighting to get enough oxygen into her lungs and her problem wasn't being helped by Peter's inexperienced fucking of her mouth, blocking the air passage from time to time, causing Elizabeth to grey-out for a few minutes. Her fucking over for a while, Alan rolled onto his back and dragged me on top of him so that I was in the same position as Elizabeth, once I was comfortable, he called Peter to join us and talked him through how to get his cock into my bum without hurting me too much.

When I felt how much pain it took to get Peter in my bottom while Alan was still fucking my cunt, I was glad that it wasn't my Uncle Tom or my grandfather opening my back door for sex as Tom's cock was twice as thick as Peter's and my Grandfather's cock was even fatter than Tom's.

Tom left Elizabeth to recover her senses and he went into the bathroom to wash his cock. Grandpa pressed his cock against my lips and I took his cockhead in my mouth and started rubbing his shaft with my right hand. There was a little confusion while Alan tried to wriggle out from under me and Tom took his place but I was happily taking three generations of my own family in a ménage a quatuor or foursome in English.

Alan fucked Liz for thirty minutes and he filled her belly with his semen, Grandpa swapped with Tom and I sucked Tom while Grandpa fucked up into my belly, Grandpa climaxed as well this time. Peter shot off up my bum and Tom almost ran around my body to replace Peter while Peter went to the bathroom to wash his cock.

Grandpa and Alan were finished...well, finished for a few hours but then they weren't young men anymore. Tom had cum once in Elizabeth's bum while he was doing her that way and Peter had cum in her mouth but being only thirteen years old, Peter managed to recover his erection in just seconds and took his turn breaking my bum in, Tom hadn't cum in my mouth. Tom delivered his second load of spunk up my bum this time and Peter returned, drying his cock on a towel, he had his third erection and Grandpa, Alan, Tom and Elizabeth all watched as Peter fucked me missionary position, because he'd climaxed twice already, it took him a very long time to cum for his third time and I loved every second of it, all the fucking as well as having people watching me as I fucked and sucked.

It was six o'clock by the time Peter was finished fucking me, Grandpa had already taken Alan and Elizabeth back into town, leaving me sucking Tom's cock while Peter pounded away in my cunt. I encouraged Peter to cum in me one last time and then I went into Grandpa's bathroom with Peter and we both showered together.

I walked over to my house with Tom and Peter, we parted at the end of my drive and Tom and Peter went off home. I walked in the kitchen and mum was sitting at the kitchen table totally naked, "Where's dad?"

Mum looked up and smiled, "I've let him have a little sleep, I think the madness is wearing off a little...I'm not so hungry now...I usually only go mad for twenty-four hours but this time it worried me when I passed thirty six hours and was still desperate. I'm going to need a little more fun tonight but I can hold myself in check for an hour or so...at least your father will get a little sleep tonight at least."

When she said that she could keep a check on herself she really did mean it, as she sat at the kitchen table, she was gently massaging her clitoris, giving herself pleasure while she waited for my father to recover enough to fuck her again.

It took a few days for my grandfather to get the results from the laboratory, the pink dust was made up of four different hormones to fatten chickens faster but three of them were sex hormones and that was what was turning my mother into a nymphomaniac but only when she was at her most fertile time, her own extra hormones adding to the hormones in the chicken feed.

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