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 ď>żDoppelganger by Isabella

   Part 1

   I'd had a particularly boring day at Saint Agnes' school for girls, I'd
fought Angela Whitfield off twice, she saw me as her next conquest and
every time I fought her off, it just seemed to make her even more
determined.

   It had been a warm day, and because my mother had put my school blouse,
bra and knickers in the washing machine as soon as I got home from school
last night to get them washed before bedtime...dried overnight...ready to
be ironed for me to wear them again today but, best laid plans of mice and
women, the washing machine had died half way through the wash cycle, my
clothes were still soaking wet and covered in detergent when I was getting
ready for school so I had to wear my old school blouse, one size too small
for me and my only other bra, well, the only other bra that still fitted me
properly at any rate.

   I was only fourteen but already had larger breasts than my mother and I
was going through three growth-spurts a year so my mother would only buy me
one school blouse and bra, and one non-school bra at a time until I stopped
growing so fast.  The last school bra my mother bought for me was
regulation, white cotton, full cup, and totally unadorned in any way, she
had complained that it was getting impossible to find such utilitarian
underwear in my size so when it came to my non-school bra, she'd used a
little more imagination, so I ended up having to go to school wearing a
bright red bra, half cup and trimmed in black lace under a nylon blouse
that was far too small and threadbare to get away with a non-regulation bra
under it.

   I looked at myself in the mirror, my bra shouted out through the thin
nylon and the buttons were all pulled tight, causing gaps down the front of
my blouse, "Mum, I can't go to school looking like this!"

   Mum looked at me, she knew that if I went to school looking like that,
the headmistress would phone her at work and tell her to come and collect
me...she could even expel me, Saint Agnes' School for Young Ladies had a
waiting list of girls looking for a good education where the comprehensive
school that was much closer to my village had a ten percent shortfall in
students, two hundred fewer students than they could accommodate which
equated to a million pounds less from the government to educate those two
hundred missing students.

   Mum said, "Well, you could just take the bra off...that would make the
blouse fit a little better at least!"

   "Mum, if I went to school in this blouse with no bra under it, I'd be a
target for every lesbian at Saint Agnes' and Mrs Peberdy would send me home
twice as fast as if she caught me with a non-regulation bra on."

   "Okay then, just wear your school jumper over your blouse and leave your
blazer at home today."

   Hence the reason that I'd been uncomfortable all day...while my
classmates had the opportunity to remove their blazers when sitting in our
classrooms, I'd had to keep my jumper on all day...I checked my watch, the
four o'clock bus into town was either ten minutes late or had once again
been dropped from the timetable and I'd be facing a fifty minute wait for
the five o'clock bus once again.

   It was very much out of the blue, a young man came from behind, his
right arm looped across my back, his right hand on the top of my shoulder,
he kissed my left cheek and said, "What are you doing in this part of town
sis?"

   I turned my head and gave him my best startled/shocked look, "What?  Erm
Dawn..." his hand dropped from my shoulder, "...fuck...shit, I'm sorry, I
thought that you were my sister Dawn...look, I'm not a weirdo...really..."
he opened his wallet and passed it to me, I could see him and...well, it
looked like me, exactly like me apart from her chest area, Dawn was more on
the 'Fried Egg' end of the scale than the 'Water Mellon' end of the scale
like me, "...look, I thought you were her."

   There were a few moments of awkwardness as he just stood looking at
me...well, staring at my chest rather than just looking at me.  I was well
used to men and boys staring at my chest on the bus to and from school but
most of them at least tried to hide it a little, he wasn't being subtle
about it at all, openly staring at my chest...hidden as it were from full
view by my green school jumper, just the shape of them held his attention.

   "Erm...you waiting for a bus?"

   I looked around, there were six other people waiting at the bus stop and
then shook my head, "No, we're all waiting for the ice cream man...I have a
hankering for a 'Mighty Milk' lolly before I go home."

   He laughed, "So, what time is your bus home Sally?"

   "Four o'clock...why did you call me Sally, I'm Sarah!"

   "It's late then...your jumper has Sally embroidered on it."

   I looked down at the front of my school jumper, dark green with gold
embroidery over the left breast, "That doesn't say Sally, it's 'S.A.S.Y.L',
it's my school initials."

   He laughed, "Dyslexia rules 'K.O.'...sorry, Sarah...but at least I know
your proper name now."

   I checked my watch again, it still looked like it was ten minutes past
four, I shook my wrist and then put the face of my watch against my ear to
see if I could hear it tick...no, it was still working fine, it just seemed
like thirty minutes had passed in the past few seconds...but that could
have been because my heart was beating at a million beats a second since he
put his arm across my back and his hand on my shoulder.

   "How long until your next bus?"

   I lowered my wrist away from my ear and sighed, "Five o'clock but it's a
circular service, the five o'clock bus is the same bus as the four o'clock
bus...so, if the four o'clock bus is broken down, there usually isn't a
five o'clock either so the next bus could be the special at five thirty for
the office workers knocking off but that bus will be full to the rafters
with people that couldn't catch the other two buses."

   He looked over his shoulder, the bus stop was outside the shop, the shop
that sold sweets to us girls from Saint Agnes and there was a cafĂ(C) as
well, behind the shop.

   "Have you ever tried the milkshakes that they do in the cafĂ(C)?"

   I shook my head.

   "Let me treat you to one...call it my apology for kissing you...when I
thought that you were my sister Dawn...there's no danger of your bus coming
anytime soon!"

   I looked at my fellow passengers, or rather, potential passengers, two
had realised that there would be at least an hour's wait for the next bus
and had started walking towards town.

   I nodded my head and followed him down the side of the shop to the
cafĂ(C) at the back.

   He opened the door and invited me to enter the cafĂ(C) ahead of him,
there were three old men sitting at one table...you know the type, even
though it was a very warm day, they were wearing their flat caps, mufflers
and summer mackintoshes, even though they were inside the cafĂ(C).

   He pointed me to the empty table in the corner of the cafĂ(C) to sit
while he ordered us both a drink.  Me a double chocolate milkshake with
real ice cream in it and he had a double espresso coffee.  He brought our
drinks over, I was sitting in the corner seat facing the room, the counter
with the cafĂ(C)'s manager fussing behind the scenes and the table with the
three elderly men playing some sort of card game together over three mugs
of tea.

   I struggled to get any of my shake up the straw because it was so thick
and creamy, he took a sip of his coffee but it was too hot, he smiled at
me, was about to say something, then he shook his head and chuckled.

   I looked into his eyes...well, at least I tried, his eyes were somewhere
fifteen inches or more lower than my eyes as he sat there across from me, I
said, "What?"

   He shook his head and said, "Nothing!"

   "Come on, what were you going to say?"

   He shook his head again, "I can't say...you'll think I'm a pervert!"

   I shook my head, I'd come to that conclusion already, just from the
amount of time that he was staring at my tits, trying to force his 'X-ray'
vision to see through my jumper and whatever was below it, "I already think
that...you can't get any lower in my estimation, so you may as well tell
me!"

   He chuckled again, "Me and my sister Dawn are twins...David and
Dawn...you can tell that our parents don't have much of an
imagination...well, after spending nine months swimming in the same pool
twenty years ago...I've wondered what it would be like to get tangled in
her body again for the last ten years at least and because you look so much
like her...I was just wondering if going to bed with you would be like
going to bed with her!"

   I should have been outraged but rather than that, I was actually copying
his chuckling.

   "It's twenty six degrees in here...aren't you hot in that jumper?"

   "I've been bloody hot all day."

   "Well, why don't you take it off...at least while you're in here?"

   I took another sip at my straw before spitting it out again and sipped
at the edge of my glass...more of a chew than a sip and as I almost drank
my chocolate shake, it crossed my mind that my mother had expected me to
spend all day at school wearing just my blouse with my bra on show.  'Why
the hell not?' I thought to myself as I pulled my jumper off over my head.

   Dave gave me a wolf whistle when he saw just how much he could see now
that my jumper was over the back of my chair, instead of covering my body.

   Dave's whistle had caught the attention of two of the old men playing
cards who stopped playing and looked over at me in my blouse that was much
too small for me and my bra that was much too loud to be worn under such a
thin blouse.

   "My sister never filled her bra like that before!"

   David rummaged in his pocket and pulled out his smart phone, he flicked
through his gallery of pictures and then he held his screen against his
chest as he looked around the room, checking the other players in the room,
the three elderly card players were engaged in their card game, the owner
was still cleaning and tidying behind her counter, no one was paying any
attention to us...he turned the screen towards me, it was a beach
photograph focussed on a group of three people on a crowded beach with
hundreds of men milling around but few women in the picture other than the
two women in the group of three in focus, I spotted that David was the man
in the centre but the faces of the two women could also have been David as
well...well, apart from the fact that the women standing either side of
David had exposed breasts.

   David had said that Dawn was his twin but could he have been one of
triplets?

   "Are they both your sisters?"

   "My sister is on my left and my mother on my right."

   I was a little shocked, "You were on a topless beach with your mother?"

   'I couldn't imagine my mum going topless on a beach, even if I wasn't
there with her...mind you, David's mother and sister didn't really have
very much to show off on a topless beach...wait a minute, why did my
question about the topless beach cause David to smirk like that...'

   I looked at the screen again, my art teacher would have given me an 'F'
if I'd presented that picture to her as a part of my art project, she would
have said, 'Far too much sky above and too many out of focus people on the
left and right.  If you want to present that photograph, you need to mask
out the sky and the blurred part of the image on either side!'

   The picture showed the three family members from roughly the bottom of
their rib cages upwards, I could just make out that two of the out of focus
men on the left of the picture seemed to be totally naked.  I held my hand
out for his phone and he handed it over to me.

   I put my index finger on the bottom of the screen and started to swipe
upwards slowly...where I expected to see David's belly button there seemed
to be a child's clenched fist, painted purple.  I let my eyes flick over to
David's face, the smirk had widened into a broad smile.  I little lower,
the child's forearm came into view but the elbow seemed to be very hairy, a
little lower and I realised that what I'd thought was a small child's arm
and clenched fist was actually David's cock and it was a whopper.

   I looked to David's left in the picture as his balls came into view, his
mother was naked as well, but her sex wasn't covered with pubic hair like
mine, her pussy was totally bare, my eyes flicked over to Dawn's pussy,
hers was hairless too...so that explained David's silly smirk when I seemed
shocked or surprised at him visiting a topless beach with his mother and
sister...it wasn't a topless beach at all, it was a naturist beach.

   My finger slipped up a little higher...just from an artistic point of
view, I wanted to see if there was as much sand at the bottom of the
picture as the sky above, just to see if the picture had been framed
properly but at somewhere around knee level, the picture jumped on to the
next picture in the sequence, same two naked women but this time there was
a gorilla standing with it's arms draped over the women's shoulders.  The
change of picture caused me to jump in surprise, David turned the screen a
little so that he could see it, "That's my dad with my mum and my
sister..." he put his fingers together in the centre of the screen and
parted them, the picture zoomed in and I suddenly spotted his father's
erection hidden in the fur covering his body.

   I took over control of the phone again and swiped up, the picture jumped
back to David and his mum and sister but it was like the first time I saw
his father's picture, the three of them in long shot, David must have
zoomed in on the picture before he showed me his screen., 'Seeing the
picture in its original form made its composition a little better but
cutting the subjects off at the knees would have gone against it, my art
teacher would have given it a maximum of a 'C' rather than an 'F' that I
estimated it would have got the first time that I saw it.

   I swiped down again and the picture jumped back to the picture of his
mother, father and sister again, this time I zoomed in and centred the
picture on his father's cock...he really was hairy, there even seemed to be
hairs growing out of the shaft of his cock, it looked as long as David's
but a little fatter and the bulb at the head of his cock looked much bigger
and a far deeper purple.

   "I'd love to see you in a picture like that!"

   I looked back at his face, "What?"

   "I'd love to see you posing like that with my mum and dad on that
beach...but I bet you'd be too shy to pose like that for a picture."

   I handed him his phone back and tried to keep my voice as calm as I
could, "What makes you think that I'd be too shy?"

   His face turned back into that silly smirk again, "Okay, if you wouldn't
be too shy to go nude on a beach and have your picture taken...you'd be
happy to take your bra off and sit in here wearing just your blouse...after
all, there are only the six of us in here, not the thousands of people that
would be on the nudist beach!"

   I looked around the room, "It isn't the same thing at all." What I had
meant was that the nudist beach was miles away from home, probably in a
foreign country...strangers, not people straight across the street from my
school...people who might bump into me in the street every day.

   I could see that he was trying to read my facial expression, preparing
to back away if I struck at his face with the flat of my right hand but I
had been a little distracted...not by what David had just said...his
challenge to prove that I wasn't shy by removing my bra and sitting in the
open cafĂ(C) wearing my thin nylon blouse with no bra under it...the
comment that had suddenly distracted me was said over nine hours earlier
when my mother had suggested that I go to school all day with no bra under
my blouse...she had even said that my blouse would fit me much better with
no bra under it.

   My mother had made the same suggestion that David had just made...mind
you, she had expected me to spend the whole day in Saint Agnes' school for
Young Lesbians...not be sitting in a cafĂ(C) with four men and the woman
who owned the cafĂ(C)

   David must have thought that I was about to run for it, his right hand
covered my left hand on the tabletop, "How about this, to prove to me that
you aren't too shy...I dare you to go into the toilets and take your bra
off and come back out here and sit out here with me wearing your blouse
with no bra under it!"

   I pulled my hand away from his..."That doesn't seem fair, I have to do a
dare...and...and, for what?"

   David took his wallet out of his jacket pocket, he pulled out a ten
pound note, "Okay, a dare wouldn't be fair...how about a bet...I bet you
ten pounds that you wouldn't dare to take your bra off and come out here
and sit with me wearing just your blouse and skirt then!"

   The ten pound note was placed on the table right next to my hand, I went
to pick it up but he covered it with his hand again, "You have to win the
bet to take the money Sarah."

   I set my jaw as firmly as I could, my natural inclination was to suffer
the same stupid grin on my face that David had on his and I didn't want to
give him that satisfaction...I pushed my chair back into the wall behind me
and stood up.  I hooked my school satchel over my shoulder and I looked
over to the door at the side of the counter.  The top rail of the door
pronounced 'Toilets' and the top left hand panel had the picture of a man
while the top right panel had the picture of a woman.

   My first step caused my body to shudder, I was okay while sitting down
but as soon as I took my first stride, I realised just how wet the gusset
of my knickers were, in my head, I could hear the squelching sound like
wearing wellington boots while walking across very muddy ground.

   I'd never used the cafĂ(C) before so I had no idea of their toiletry
provisions, I twisted the handle on the door and pushed...a voice from
behind the counter called out, "You have to pull it."

   I pulled the door open, expecting some kind of passageway through to the
actual toilets, I wasn't expecting to see a toilet bowl just two feet away
from me...my first ever experience of a unisex toilet.  There was a small
hand basin on the left hand wall of the toilet with a mirror above it.  It
all looked very makeshift...very amateurish...the door wasn't even set in a
proper doorframe, just a plane wooden casement surrounding the door but
with no rebated edge for the door to fit into.  I hung my satchel over the
coat hook on the back of the door and as I threw the bolt into place I
realised that I could see light all around the door, closer inspection
showed three elderly men playing cards around the table by the entrance.  I
couldn't see David though nor the counter, they were outside of the field
of vision through the gap around the door's edge.

   I looked at my reflection in the mirror...'was that a look of
disappointment on my face because David hadn't followed me to spy on me
through the gap around the toilet's door?'

   I shook that thought off and unbuttoned my blouse.  I released the catch
on the back of my bra and it sprang towards the sink.  I looked at the gap
around the door again, still no peeping Toms looking at me.  I popped my
bra into my satchel and pulled my blouse back on, as I was buttoning it
closed I wondered if this would win me my ten pound bet.

   I rewound my visual record from the last ten minutes as I closed the
final button...there was something out of place, the dare had been slightly
different to the bet, I chose slow motion, picked out the important words
from the dare, 'blouse ...  with ...  no ...  bra ...  under.' And the
phrase from his bet, ' wearing ...  just ...  your ...  blouse ...  and ...
skirt ...  then.'

   It dawned on me that David was trying to welsh on his bet, he had made a
subtle change to the dare part of his bet, if I were still wearing my
knickers under my skirt then I wouldn't have fulfilled the exact wording of
his bet...anyway, my knickers were soaking wet and very uncomfortable so I
really wanted to change into my emergency knickers, secreted at the back of
my school bag in a small plastic 'zip-lock' bag.

   I took my emergency knickers out of their plastic bag and dropped them
loosely in my satchel next to my bra, then I lifted my skirt, I was a
little surprised that the wetness around the crotch area of my knickers was
actually visible in my reflection.  I pulled my knickers down and folded
them up as small as possible and placed them in the plastic bag before
returning it to my satchel.

   My fingers were on the bolt at the back of the door but I stopped...I
looked at my face in the mirror, I had an excited smile on my face, I shook
that off, took several deep breaths before drawing the bolt back and
pushing the door open.

   I walked far slower on the return journey to my table than on my trip to
the toilet, my tits were bouncing wildly with every step I made, my nipples
starting to stiffen because of the friction on the inside of my blouse and
because of the way that I had now exposed myself in a public place.

   I was disappointed again, I'd put myself on display and no one seemed to
be interested...even David was looking at my empty seat, rather than
looking over his shoulder to watch the grand unavailing of my tits to the
world.

   David gave me a very sweet smile as I sat in my seat again, hooking my
bag over the back of my seat.  I didn't pull my seat back under the table
though, just sat with the back of my seat touching the wall.  I picked up
my glass and managed to draw a mouthful of milkshake up my straw as David
stared at my tits through my blouse.

   "You look bloody fantastic...I wish that my sister and mother had half
the tits that you have!"

   Well, that broke through my resolve and no matter how much I tried to
stop myself, I couldn't help smiling at his excited comment.

   I reached over with my right hand to pick up my winnings but his hand
clamped down on top of mine, "Have you actually won the bet?"

   I nodded my head.

   "You have to prove it!"

   His hand was still on top of my right hand as he slipped from the seat
opposite mine to the seat adjacent, the other seat that backed on to the
wall in the corner and his seat was touching the wall like mine so that
neither of us were close in to the table.

   I gestured with my hands towards my blouse, "How else can I prove that
I've won the bet?"

   "Well, the bet was...come out here wearing just your skirt and
blouse...are you wearing knickers under your skirt?"

   I shook my head.

   "Well, that's the bit that you have to prove to me!"

   I looked around the room, the owner had moved from her counter, she was
just outside the entrance, sweeping the path from the cafĂ(C)'s entrance,
down towards the street.  The three elderly men were deep in their card
game, they seemed to be approaching a hiatus of some kind and none of them
had even looked in my direction since I took my bra off.

   I'd spotted the change between the dare and the bet and I'd pre-empted
the issue by taking my knickers off when I was in the toilet but I hadn't
considered how I was going to prove that I wasn't wearing any knickers out
in the main cafĂ(C).  I pondered the problem and then I lifted my bottom
off of my seat, I pulled my skirt as far to the left as it could go and sat
down, flicking the back of my skirt out from under my bottom just before it
touched down on the seat again.

   I made another check that no one but David was paying any attention to
me and I lifted the left hem of my skirt up above my hip, showing David my
bare thigh all the way up to the top of my hip, "There, satisfied?"

   His grin widened again, "Not really, my sister and my mother both wear
French cut knickers that have leg holes that reach higher than the
waistband of their skirts...you could be wearing knickers like theirs."

   Well, I'd been excited up to this point...I'd had a massive fight on my
hands to keep the grin off of my face but suddenly, I didn't feel like
grinning at all, I bit my lower lip, two conflicting thoughts battling it
out in my head, 'Tell him to piss off and keep his bloody money...it was
only a little fun after all," and, "You've gone this far already...just a
little more and you'll have ten pounds of extra spending money this week.'

   I checked the entrance, I could hear the cafĂ(C)'s owner talking to the
woman from the sweet shop out in the street, they were talking about the
bus letting us all down once again, then I looked at the table with the
card game in progress, they were still fighting out the end of their game.

   My internal battle was won by the voice saying just go a little further.

   I started to inch my skirt a little more to the right, stopping as wisps
of my pubic hair came into sight from under the cover of my skirt.

   "Satisfied?"

   He chuckled, "No, not really but you have proved that you don't have any
knickers on so you've won our bet."

   I started to cover myself up but before I could, he slipped his right
hand onto my outer thigh, I looked over to the left, the door and the three
men, no issues from either point so I didn't object to his touching my
outer thigh, I just dropped my skirt over the top of his arm to hide what
he was doing from the millions of people surrounding us...well, the
millions of dust mites and molecules of air surrounding us.

   He stroked slowly along my thigh until he reached the waistband of my
skirt and then his fingers started to trace a line along the underside of
my waistband to the point just below my belly button before he started to
stroke downwards.

   My mouth suddenly went very dry, I picked my glass up and sucked on the
straw...hard.  I was trying to cool myself down, trying to slow my heart
rate a little.  I drained my glass as the tips of his fingers brushed over
my pubic hair.

   He dragged his chair a little closer to me and he leaned back, the tips
of his fingers still toying with the hairs on the outer edge of my pussy
mound, "See what you've done to me!"

   I looked at him and shook my head, I couldn't see anything, he took my
left hand and pulled it over to his abdomen, placing it palm down on his
shirt just above his trousers.  I suddenly realised that my hand wasn't on
his stomach, it was on the head of his cock, 'Quick, pull your hand away
and slap his face...he'll think that you like touching his disgusting cock
if you don't!' Strangely, the voice in my head had taken the form of Miss
Duncan, our Religious Education teacher at school.

   Rather than pulling my hand away, I closed my fingers over the head of
his cock and tightened my grasp slightly, as I did that, he slipped his
fingers lower, now just a millimetre away from the cleft opening to my
vagina, five millimetres away from my pleasure button...

   He tapped his index finger against me, under my skirt, to get my
attention, I was staring intently at the bulge I'd created under his shirt,
tapping my body drew my eyes away from his hidden cock and up to his face
but the tapping motion had moved the position of his finger by five
millimetres and now the pressure was directly on top of my magic button,
sending billion volt shockwaves through my body.

   "I think that your sex toy has switched itself on in your shoulder bag!"

   I gasped through the first bars of my orgasmic concerto but still had
enough about myself to correct him, "Satchel, not shoulder bag and I don't
have..." I gasped a little as my orgasm intensified and whispered, "...sex
toy in my satchel..." he stopped tapping his finger against my clitoris,
but just resting it there was giving me masses of pleasure, about the same
as the pleasure that I gave myself when I was rubbing that spot at a medium
speed, "...it's my phone, I have to have it on vibrate when I'm in school."

   David opened the bottom two buttons of his shirt and he pulled the
material out from under my palm so that my hand was directly on his cock as
I pulled my phone out of my satchel, I looked at my hand on his bare cock
and up into his eyes again as I turned my hand slightly so that I had a
better grip of his cock, then I checked the screen on my phone, my mother's
face and the words, 'Caller MUM ' almost filling the screen.

   I turned the screen towards David so that he could see her picture as
well as her caller 'ID' but for the life of me I had no idea why I did.

   "Hi mum."

   David moved his index finger over my clitoris causing a purr to form at
the back of my throat.

   "Did the bus pick you up from school this afternoon darling?"

   "No...I'm waiting for the five o'clock bus at the moment."

   "Well, sorry darling but I'm in the dress shop on the High Street, the
breakdown truck is just picking your bus up to tow it away!  I'll stop
shopping now and head back to the car park and get my car...I'll be with
you in about forty minutes!"

   David must have been able to hear my mother's half of the conversation
as well as me, he tapped his finger on top of my clitoris again with his
right index finger and he tapped his chest with his left hand as he
whispered, "I can give you a lift home if you like."

   I gasped again from the increase in pleasure delivery as my mother said,
"Who was that darling?"

   I scowled at David, firstly for increasing the pleasure that he was
giving me while I was talking to my mother on my phone and secondly for
talking while my mother could hear him.

   "Just a boy that I'm chatting too while I'm waiting for the bus."

   "A boy who is obviously old enough to drive!"

   "U-huh!"

   "What's he like?"

   I looked over at my left hand, my palm covering the head of his cock, I
was just making little correcting movements to the position of my hand on
his cock that he seemed to like judging by the volume of liquid that his
cock was pumping over my palm, I smiled at myself, I was talking to my
mother on my phone while I was rubbing my hand over David's cock without a
care in the world and then my eyes flicked down to my lap, David was
repositioning his hand slightly so that his index finger could reach low
enough to enter my vagina but he was struggling because my thighs were
closed together too tightly.

   "He's nice...he has a twin sister and they look identical!"

   "Oh darling...they can't be identical twins, they have to be fraternal
twins or they would both be the same sex...what's his name?"

   "I didn't mean identical in that way..." I thought, 'I've seen pictures
of them both in the nude so I know that they are different sexes...I'd seen
the differences for myself!', "...they just look exactly the same...their
faces I mean...her name is Dawn, he's called David."

   I'd said their names that way around so that my mother thought that I
knew Dawn rather than David...just to avoid more awkward questions.

   "Well, if David is willing to take you home...Thank him for me please, I
have a few jobs to do around town before I leave...I'll see you at
home...oh and Sarah...invite David to have dinner with us please...I'd like
to meet him!"

   I pressed the red icon on my screen to end the conversation.  David was
still trying to prise my thighs apart, I took the hint and parted my knees,
my skirt rode up his arm a little and I looked down, just as his hand
slipped down between my thighs and his index finger started to explore my
hole.

   "Well, you can change your mind and not give me a lift home...I'll bet
that you didn't bargain on my mum wanting to meet you...did you?"

   Before he had the chance to answer that, there was the sound of a brush
banging against the door step outside, the cafĂ(C)'s owner was just
entering the room again, "Right gentlemen...can you drink up and finish
that game please...I have a home to go too, even if you don't."

   David jumped back a little, his hand jumped out from under my skirt,
leaving my pussy totally exposed...I snatched my left hand away from his
cock and pulled my skirt back over my lap, covering my embarrassment as the
cafĂ(C)'s owner walked over to our table, she saw how exposed my breasts
were under my blouse and, rather than being embarrassed or angry at the way
that I was dressed, she just gave me a sweet smile before looking over at
David as he was hurriedly fastening the two bottom buttons on his shirt,
"Everything okay David?"

   "Yes thanks Aunty Margaret."

   I looked at the ten pound note but I didn't pick it up.  David caught my
arm, "Take your money...you've earned it!"

   "You keep it, you're giving me a lift home after all!"

   He grinned at me again, that sloppy, suggestive grin, "I'm hoping that
you'll make it worth my while on the drive home...you earned the money, you
should have it."

   No point arguing, I picked the money up and slipped it into my school
satchel.  I was about to pull my jumper back on for the walk out in public
but he asked me if I'd leave it off until I got home.

   As we walked down the path at the side of the sweet shop David said,
"Your mother didn't seem too worried that you were with an older boy!"

   I shook my head, "My mum and dad said last year that it was about time
that I had a boyfriend before the resident lesbians at Saint Agnes' School
got their clutches on me...mum's actually been pestering me about every
month since that last little talk because I've never shown any interest in
boys!"

   "And do the resident lesbians at Saint Agnes' School get their clutches
on you very often Sarah?"

   I stopped at the end of the path, there were now ten people waiting for
the five o'clock bus that wouldn't be turning up any time soon.  I held up
a finger to David and walked to the third women in the queue, "I'm sorry
Mrs Capstone...my mum rang me a few minutes ago, the five o'clock bus looks
like it broke down, they're towing it into the depot at the moment, the
next bus will probably be the five thirty."

   She thanked me for the information, "Oh well, that means that we'll miss
the six o'clock bus out to our village...another bloody hour's weight!"

   David whispered in my ear.  "Does she live in your village?"

   I nodded my head.

   "Would you like a lift home as well Mrs Cooper?"

   I dug him in the ribs with my elbow...that wasn't missed by Mrs Capstone
and I spotted the look that she gave me for digging David in his
ribs...'Damage limitation' popped into my head, "Her name is Capstone...not
Cooper David!"

   David's car was parked in the first side street off of School Road,
School Road was a special 'Red' parking control zone, it was covered by
CCTV cameras and any vehicle stopping in the controlled area for any reason
got an eighty pound parking fine delivered through the post and if you
didn't pay in the first two weeks after issue, the fine rose to one hundred
and sixty pounds.

   Mrs Capstone sat behind David in the car, I sat in the front passenger
seat.  His car was a 'Schoolboy Racer', it had five point seat belts rather
than the three point belts that cars usually had fitted.  The seats were
slightly wider too, almost totally filling the space between the front
seats.  I had to push myself up to look over the back of the seat into the
rear of the car to see if Mrs Capstone was settled in comfortably and had
managed to lock her seatbelt properly.

   "Okay, you can start now David!"

   'There's that bloody schoolboy grin again!  What's on his mind now?' ran
through my head.

   He looked into my eyes and then he looked down at his lap, while I'd
been struggling to see into the back of the car, he had popped the button
at the top of his trousers and pulled his zipper down, his cock was
standing rampant out of the little hole in the front of his tighty-whities!
I got the message and I reached over with my right hand and took a firm
hold on his cock as he pulled away from the curb.

   I was giving David directions through the country roads, just four miles
across country between my school and my village or closer to twelve miles
the way the bus went because it had to go all the way into town on the main
road and out again on the other main road.

   As soon as David got the car into fifth gear, his left hand had nothing
to do so he started playing with me, he pulled my right leg in closer to
him and lifted my foot over the transmission tunnel, parting my legs almost
into the splits so that he had free access to my pussy.

   It took us almost ten minutes to reach my village and I was orgasming
almost the whole way.  I hadn't really got any idea about what a girl
should do with a boy's cock in her hand, I'd seen that David seemed to
enjoy it when the palm of my hand rubbed over the top of his cockhead but
my hand was in a very different position and as we drove along the bumpy
country roads, my hand seemed to bounce up and down his cock, the leakage
was even more than before and he started making little purring noises at
the back of his throat from the pleasure that I was delivering to him.

   I started rolling from one orgasm to another...when I pleasure myself in
the privacy of my own bedroom, I just give myself one orgasm, just one very
gentle orgasm and then stopped...David didn't stop or even slow down, my
orgasmic waves were cresting far higher than they had ever done in the past
and as one orgasm broke, the next wave was building before I could get my
breath back.  There was a sudden voice from the back seat, "Just over here
on the right will be perfect for me please David...just by the group of
people."

   I was a little delirious from pleasure but I managed to get a grip of
myself enough to push David's cock out of sight inside his trousers and
fought to get my right leg back onto my side of the car before David
stopped in front of a large group of my neighbours who had just got off of
the bus from town and were still chatting before going their separate ways
to their own homes.

   I struggled to look into the back seat again, Mrs Capstone was
struggling to open her seatbelt, "Just a minute Mrs 'C', I'll jump out and
set you free."

   I jumped out of the car and ran to the back offside door and opened it,
I leaned in and fought to turn the release on her buckle, the rear seats
were obviously used a lot less than the front seats, mine worked very
slickly, hers was a bit of a pig to turn and set her free of the car's
grasp.  As I was fighting with her seat belt she whispered, "David's a very
nice man Sarah dear, your mum and dad will love him!"

   I smiled at her as she thanked David for the lift.  I jumped back in the
front seat again and David set off, "Is there likely to be anyone at home
Sarah?"

   I shook my head.

   "So, no brothers or sisters then?"

   I shook my head again.

   "So, you don't need to put your jumper back on before we get there
then?"

   "No...it'll just be me and you until about six...six fifteen!"

   I directed David the last quarter of a mile to my house, told him to
pull past my driveway and park out on the street between our house and our
neighbour's.

   As I closed the front door I got my first proper kiss from a boy...I
realized that I was doing things the wrong way around...totally the wrong
way...all the books I'd read on the subject stated categorically that the
kiss should come first, the kiss on your first date, his hand on the
outside of your blouse or t-shirt on the second...your hand on his cock
through his clothes anything from the third date to the tenth and at about
six months, his hand up under your skirt or dress and inside your knickers.

   He hooked his left arm behind my neck, pulling my face into his and as
our lips meshed together, his right hand slid up over the front of my
blouse and as he filled his palm with my left breast, he said, "I'm really
glad that your tits are so big...when a boy plays with my mother's or my
sister's tits, they may as well be fondling me instead of them...I've got
bigger breasts."

   I laughed, "Have you seen many men fondling your mother's or sister's
tits?"

   He pulled away from me, gave me that stupid schoolboy grin yet again and
he nodded his head, now his left hand was covering my right breast, "How
much warning will we get when anyone gets home...I mean, you know...do they
park and rush in the house or do they park on the drive and walk around the
to the back door?"

   'Strange question!' I thought to myself, "Dad will probably get home
first, he'll open the garage door, usually takes him around ten minutes to
get parked up and into the house!"

   The stupid boy grin changed into a very broad grin and he let go of my
tits and started unbuttoning my blouse.  "I guess we'd better stop down
here though, just in case, don't want your mum or dad catching us running
down the stairs, struggling to get dressed."

   I just stood there in the hallway as he unfastened all the buttons down
the front of my blouse.  He pushed it open but he didn't push it off of my
shoulders, he slipped his arms inside the front of my blouse, reached
behind me and pulled my body into an embrace as he kissed me again.  I
started to shrug my shoulders to drop my blouse down my arms, his lips left
mine, "Better not, if we have to move quickly, you could just pull your
jumper over your head and could look properly dressed in a second or two,
all you'd have to do is make sure that your collar was in place and the
front of your blouse could stay open if needs must."

   He returned his lips to mine and we rolled through the hallway to the
living room, he dropped our embrace and looked around the room, "Oh...now I
do like that rocking chair...I've seen my mother using one just like it!"

   "What do you mean...like, rocking in it?"

   He shook his head, "No, not just rocking in it...it's very old...no,
really old...could be a proper antique.  It's a very special chair!"

   "My mother calls it her 'Milking stool', I've told her a million times,
it had a back and arms...it can't be a stool and it has four legs so it
can't be a milking stool either."

   "She probably breast fed you when you were a baby in that chair...like I
said, it's a very special chair, the arms are wide at the front and
narrower at the back and the tops of the arms are padded for comfort so
that the woman doesn't hurt the backs of her legs!"

   I looked at him a little confused, "Legs...you mean forearms or
elbows...surely, don't you?"

   His smile got even wider and he turned and backed onto the seat of the
rocking chair, he wiggled his bum, "See, it's perfectly shaped backrest,
just wide enough to hold the small of my back in place..." he gestured for
me to go closer, "...come here."

   My knees touched his, he lifted my left foot and eased my knee over the
rocking chair's right armrest, he held me steady with his right arm as he
lifted my right foot off of the floor and put my right knee over the left
arm of the chair, then he let me go free and my own weight slid my legs
down the arms of the chair, sliding my pussy directly over his lap.  He
lifted the hem of my skirt and he opened his trousers and pulled his cock
out of his underpants.  He just had to hold his erection away from his body
and my own weight did the rest.  My pussy hole was in the absolutely
perfect place to marry up with his cock.

   "This isn't a very good idea David?"

   "Why not, we can see the drive from here, we can stop and dress properly
way before your mother or father get in the house!"

   "It's not that...I'm still a virgin...if we do it like this, we'll make
a hell of a mess of the front of your trousers and underpants ...  probably
the front of your shirt as well!"

   "Wow, how come you're still a virgin?"

   "Well, it probably has something to do with me being just fourteen years
old...", I thought, 'Oh shit...I probably shouldn't have told him my
age...I'll bet he runs for the hills now!'

   I was using every bit of the muscle power in my thighs to keep my pussy
away from his cock and it was really difficult, as he rocked back and forth
my pussy kept dipping down onto the head of his cock, it just opened my
hole each time before I could heave myself up high enough again to
disengage him from his target...'Well, at least he isn't running for the
hills'...  I suddenly had another thought...'I've seen this before'...a few
years ago, I'd been out on my bike...I'd ridden the river path even though
my mum and dad had told me not to go near the river on my bike.  When I got
home I was as quiet as I could possibly be, I needed to clean all of the
mud off of my bike before my parents realised that I was home, it took me
almost thirty minutes to clean my bike down.

   I'd run into the kitchen, dad was looking intently out at the drive as
he rocked back and forth on my mother's milking stool...she had her arms
wrapped around his neck and seemed to be nuzzling into his neck.  I saw her
body lifting and falling in time with the rocking chair's action.  I
couldn't see anything because her dress totally enveloped the chair and my
father's lap.  Dad's breathing was getting fast, shallow and ragged and he
whispered over and over again, "Please just stop out five minutes longer
Sarah, that's all I ask and I'll buy you that necklace from Pandora that
you've been pestering me for!"

   "The 'My Little Pony' necklace?"

   Dad groaned and he stopped rocking the chair, mum's upper body started
rocking back and forth, trying to start the rocking chair's rocking again,
mum whispered, "She can't see anything...keep going...I'm really close..."
then mum pulled her face out of dad's neck, she looked over at me with
dream filled eyes, her volume increased, "...did you have a nice ride
darling?"

   "Yep...thanks."

   "I'll bet you're all hot and sweaty...you probably need a nice shower
now darling!"

   "What about the necklace?"

   "We'll talk about it after you've had your shower darling...now run
along, have your shower now please darling."

   I looked over my shoulder as I ran for the stairs, my dad was rocking
the chair like a madman and mum was starting to verbalise a little, or
rather, a lot.  It suddenly dawned on me now that I was in the same
position, I'd walked in on my mum and dad fucking on a Saturday afternoon,
my dad had wanted to stop but mum wanted to carry on fucking even though I
was standing right there in the room with them.

   Another dip down, his cock head entered me a little more this time, I
groaned and gasped, I was starting to lose the strength to pull myself away
from his cock when suddenly the house phone rang.  I jumped off of David's
lap and hobbled across the room to pick up the receiver before the answer
phone picked up the call.

   "Northampton two double seven...Oh, hi dad!"

   "Good, you made it home okay then?"

   "Yes."

   "Erm...is your friend still there with you darling?"

   "Yes...why?"

   "Can you ask him if he'd prefer pizza or Chinese for dinner?"

   I covered the mouthpiece of the phone with my bare breast, even though I
knew that the microphone was closer to the earpiece than the mouthpiece,
"It's my father.  Would you like to eat pizza or Chinese meal for dinner
David?"

   He whispered, I'd rather eat you for my dinner...if you'd be willing to
eat me at the same time in a sixty-nine..." stupid schoolboy grin again,
"...erm...I'd love a Margherita pizza please!"

   "Did you hear that dad?"

   "I did darling, can you ask him if he wants a pizza for himself or would
he like to share one with you?"

   I pressed the phone to my breast again, "Do you want a pizza to yourself
or will you share one with me?"

   "I'd love to share you!"

   "Share with me you mean!"

   He chuckled at me and whispered, "Spoilsport!"

   "Just get one large Margherita please dad, we'll share."

   I didn't ask but my father made a point of telling me that he wouldn't
be home for twenty minutes..."And your mum will be about half an hour,
could you switch the coffee machine on please, your mother filled it before
she left home this morning."

   I smiled at David, "We have at least twenty minutes!"

   "Would you like to practice oral sex with me for ten minutes then Sarah
darling?"

   Now it was my turn to develop a stupid schoolgirl grin as I nodded my
head.

   Well, it wasn't the perfect place but he pulled me over to the sofa, lay
me out on it with my head on top of the armrest, he stood above my head and
lowered his body down over mine, he pushed his cock into my mouth and his
head sank between my thighs, I made a balls up of sucking his cock for him
but he played my cunt with his mouth like a concert violinist...well, more
like a trumpet player, they are experts at oral skills and using the tips
of their tongues in a small hole to make lovely music.

   There was a squeal of brakes and an over revving of an engine, my dad
was ensuring that David and I heard that he was out on the drive.

   We jumped into action, I pulled my school jumper on over my head without
fastening my blouse while David fastened his trousers...he straightened out
the collar of my blouse, pulling it over the neck of my jumper to make
everything look right, just as my father walked through the door from the
garage into the hallway.

   Dad shook David's hand and welcomed him to our home, he pinched my chin,
"Did you have a good day at school today darling?"

   "Same old...same old, I had to fight Angela Whitfield off twice
today...when will you come to your senses dad and let me move to the
comprehensive school on this side of town so that I can get away from the
Saint Agnes lesbians!"

   Dad shook his head, "You know that Saint Agnes' School has one of the
best sets of results in the whole country darling...girls like Angela will
leave you alone once they realise that you have a boy..." dad suddenly
realised that we weren't alone, "...well, your mother will be home in a
minute, shall we eat in the dining room darling?"

   I went through to the kitchen while dad took David through to the dining
room.  I went to the kitchen to collect four plates that I'd put in the
oven to warm through and to fetch three cups of coffee for the adults and a
glass of orange for me.  Mum arrived in the dining room at the same moment
as I did with my loaded tray from the kitchen.

   We sat around the table while mum and David played a game of five
million questions over pizza.  By the time our food was finished, mum knew
every aspect of David's life before she looked over at me and said, "Have
you had enough to eat darling?"

   I nodded my head and said, "Yes thanks mum."

   "Why don't you and David pop up to your room and listen to some
music...but, I want you in bed before ten o'clock, you have school in the
morning!"

   I looked at David's face, stupid schoolboy grin all over his face yet
again, I read his mind, 'You want her in bed by ten o'clock Victoria...I
want her in bed by ten past six!'

   I giggled at myself as I took the pots through to the kitchen, mum
followed me in, she walked past me and into the utility room, she came back
into the kitchen as I was loading the dirty plates into the dish washer. 
She handed me a plumb coloured beach towel, "You might need to cover
something to prevent it staining...!" I took the towel off of her as she
started to unbutton her blouse...I looked through the door into the dining
room, David was facing the open kitchen door and would have been able to
see my mother as she took her blouse off, then returned to the utility room
as her skirt fell to the floor, she had stepped out of my view as she took
her bra off and tossed it casually into the laundry basket followed by a
pair of black skimpy knickers...my mother was now totally naked in the
utility room and I knew that the utility room wasn't totally private, that
Mr and Mrs Brown could see into our utility room from the little windows on
either side of their inglenook fireplace.

   I didn't go back into the dining room, I went through the door into the
hall and draped the large towel over the newel post at the bottom of the
stairs before walking back into the living room from the hallway, I stood
in the archway to the dining room, "David, want to come up to my room to
listen to a little music?"

   Mum suddenly appeared in the dining room, fortunately she wasn't naked
as I'd suspected, so quickly after I'd seen her strip off totally, she'd
put on a voluminous Indian cotton dress.

   My eyes flicked over to my father, he was looping his arm over my
mother's lower back, pulling her into his side, making her tits wobble a
little, just to prove that she wasn't wearing a bra under her dress.

   The stupid schoolboy grin seemed to be contagious...my father had it now
as he looked from David to me as David pushed his chair back so that he
could extricate himself from the dining table...'I needn't have bothered
dropping the dark towel off at the bottom of the stairs, I thought that
only my mother knew what David and I were going to do up in my bedroom but
it seemed to be an open secret in the house at the moment.'

   As I walked past the towel covered newel post, David asked, "Where did
you get the towel from baby?"

   "Originally Greece...but just now, my mum gave it to me to protect my
bed...you know...from the mess that might happen in..." I looked at my
watch, "...about ten minute's time..." just at that moment, David slapped
my bum and chased me up the stairs, "...or perhaps a little less if you're
in a hurry!"

   We both ran into my bedroom, I pulled my duvet off of my bed and dropped
it on the floor then I covered my bed with the towel while David put a
music CD on my hi-fi and set the volume to a six, just above medium volume.
He turned as I was stepping out of my skirt, "You're not getting undressed
are you?"

   "No point in being shy now...not after this afternoon in the cafĂ(C) and
the fact that my mother and father both know that I'm about to give you my
virginity...we may as well get comfortable!"

   I peeled my jumper off and it took my blouse with it because all of the
buttons were already unfastened.

   I stood totally naked in front of David while he was still fully
dressed...I thought I'd be shy, well, I was a little bit but all of the
showing off I'd done in the cafĂ(C) earlier had shown me that there was
nothing at all to being naked in a public place so it was a doddle in my
own bedroom with just me and David, even if my mum and dad were just a few
feet away from us...they knew what we were doing in my bedroom so they
wouldn't disturb us...well, not unless they wanted to see us in action at
least.

   I unbuttoned his shirt slowly as I kissed him, he undid his trousers,
his trousers and underpants hit the floor in unison with his shirt and now
we were both totally naked, standing at the side of my bed.

   David said, "It's a pity it's only a single bed...it would be more fun
losing your virginity on my king sized bed!"

   "I'm sure that you'd make it fun wherever we did it!"

   He scooped me up in his arms, kissed me and dropped me on top of the
beach towel covering my bed.  I opened my legs as wide as I could for him
to cover me, he climbed on top of me and kissed me, holding his body a few
inches above mine, I reached for his cock and pulled him down to me with
it, he held himself back a little, "When was your last period Sarah?"

   'Shit, don't stop now!' jumped into my mind as I stammered out, "I'm due
to come on at the weekend!"

   He grinned at my nervous response before saying, "Hard and fast...the
pain will be more intense but it will be over in a flash...soft and slow,
less pain intensity but spread out over a longer time?"

   I lifted my head off of the pillow and kissed him again, then I lifted
my hips up off of the bed to meet his cock and as I ended the kiss, I was
holding his cockhead against my fanny hole, I whispered, "Hard and fast
please!"

   As the 'T' of fast left my lips, he dropped all of his weight on to me,
through his cock.  The 'Please' came out as a scream...my hand had guided
his cock until it was well engaged and then I pulled it out of the way fast
before he crushed that as well as my body.  His mouth was a little slow
covering mine, the music was playing at about eighty decibels and because
my scream wasn't attenuated in any way, it peaked at around one hundred and
ten decibels, I had no doubt that my mum and dad would have heard my scream
through my bedroom floor before David clamped his lips over mine to
insulate the sound a little.

   We lived in a detached house but my scream was so loud that I'd even
guess that the neighbours on either side of our house could have heard me
through the open bedroom windows...hell, I was so loud that I'd hazard a
guess that Mrs Capstone at the other end of the village could probably have
heard me and she was partially deaf.

   After the initial impaling, David lay on top of me, his long cock buried
to his balls deep inside my pussy and I was really glad that his cock
wasn't as fat as some cocks that I'd seen on the internet...pictures of
cocks were the only point of reference in my life until that
moment...David's cock looked to be much longer than most I'd seen but as it
was only half as thick as the majority of cocks that I'd found on the
internet so far so the thought of taking it in my cunt hadn't bothered me
at all until it actually rammed into me and tore my hymen into shreds
before bulldozing its way deeper into my body.

   David didn't move again until the pain had subsided, then he pulled his
mouth off of mine and said, "Have you changed your mind...would you rather
I had done it slow and gentle?"

   I punched him in his chest playfully..."Okay David, I'm ready to go on
now!"

   David started to bounce on top of me slowly, there were a few moments of
pain again as he started moving his cock in and out of my body but the
discomfort was soon replaced by my gasps of pleasure...I'd been giving
myself pleasure for around five years at that point, just rubbing my magic
button, giving myself what I'd called an orgasm a few hundred times before
today but now I realised that I'd never really had an orgasm in my life
before.  Now that David was in his stride I was reaching screaming point in
one long massive rolling climax, it was like waves crashing on a beach, a
peak of power as the water crashed down on the sand and then the pleasure
retreating, just the way that the water retreated from the beach after
crashing down onto it.

   I got into a rhythm of peaks of pleasure and calming, it kind of
reminded me of the way that the waves hit Skegness beach in the shallow
water of slack tide...just drinking in the pleasure of my first ever fuck.
David was talking dirty to me, saying sexually explicit things to excite me
and himself even more as he fucked me slowly, things like, "You should
really try sex with another girl, it isn't like fucking with a man but any
sex is better than no sex at all and every new sexual experience you have
will make you a better lover for your next partner!"

   I agreed with him, I'd wasted fourteen years of my life not having sex
and he was proving to me just what fun I'd missed all of my life...the next
step up the sexually explicit ladder was, "Have you ever wondered what it
would be like to have sex with your dad?"

   I shook my head even though in truth, I had often wondered what my
mother saw in my father...it wasn't his looks, he was overweight, balding,
had uneven teeth and a crooked smile...told terrible jokes and was a crap
dancer, even though my mother loved to dance.  It had dawned on me...even
at my tender age...that my father must have been good in bed at least, and
once I'd had that thought...the natural next step in my thought process
was, 'I wonder what would it be like to have him on top of me?'

   David started to increase his speed a little, "How about another man,
your dad's age or even older...have you ever had sexual thoughts about any
of your neighbours or male teachers at school?"

   I laughed at that thought and that reset my orgasmic climb back to
ground level, "My school only has female teachers and my dad is one of the
youngest men in the village...my experience of older men is limited to
uncles and cousins, grandfathers...so only family members."

   David stabbed me even harder with his cock, "You should never discount
fucking a close family member...brothers, dads, uncles, and cousins...even
grandfathers could teach you something new and give you fantastic
sex...and...if you worry about having a baby with a close relative, you
could always take the morning after pill...I'll tell you now, once my dad
sees you, he'll want to fuck you and I'd want to do you with him!"

   Okay, the comment about considering sex with one of my teachers had
caused me to laugh...had killed my pleasure climb and reset it to zero but
telling me that his father would want to fuck me and that he would want to
be there helping his father had jumped me back to MAX, caused me to cry out
with pleasure that took him by surprise, he had missed the cue that I was
closing in on my orgasm because of the hyper jump and once again, my
vocalising overpowered the music before he could kiss me again.

   Suddenly David went a little crazy, the fluidity of his movement
stuttered, his movements were ultra fast but ragged as was his breathing,
he gasped and groaned before his arms gave way under him and his chest
crashed into mine.  Having his full weight pressing down on me killed my
own orgasm totally and suddenly all was silent, the CD that David had put
on in my hi-fi had come to an end so my first venture into sex had lasted
between forty-five and fifty minutes, the duration of my CD.

   I'd have to tell Pauline, my best friend at school, all about it, she'd
lost her virginity three months ago, it was all over in three minutes, she
had been left high and dry...well, wet...the boy had climaxed in her and
run for it.  Even though she'd been disappointed by the act, she'd gone on
about it over and over again for weeks.  She didn't stop going on about it
until she finally had her next period and realised that having a boy
filling her pussy with his semen wouldn't necessarily end in a pregnancy.

   The only sounds in the world now were our heavy breathing, I'd felt
nothing of David's climax as his cock was moving inside my pussy but now
that all was still, his muscles gave a spasm and I actually felt additional
pressure deep inside my belly, his spasm must have pushed a little more
semen out of his plumbing and I actually felt that spurt...not in my pussy
but far higher, deep in the pit of my stomach.

   No, I was wrong, our breathing weren't the only sounds in the world, as
our breathing slowed, I realised that I could hear other people breathing
heavily as well as the sound of my mother's milking stool rocking back and
forth rapidly.

   David lifted his body off of mine, he looked down our bodies and then he
looked into my eyes and pulled a 'yucky' face, "Have you got any
tissues...it's a bit of a blood bath down there!"

   I lifted my head and he was right, I couldn't believe just how much
blood there was down there, it was half way to my belly button and three or
four inches down my inner thighs.  "There's some in the bathroom!"

   "I'll go and get them!"

   "No, I know where they are...I'll go!"

   I stopped at the back of my bedroom door and looked at my dressing gown,
I could still hear my mum and dad rocking together on her milking stool so
I didn't bother with covering myself.  I opened the door and crossed the
hall, I stopped at the top of the stairs and squatted down to see into the
living room, mum was in the exact position that I'd been in earlier with
David and it was totally obvious that they were fucking up a storm.

   I went into the bathroom and wiped my belly with a tissue but the blood
was actually dry so I dropped that idea and used a washcloth and a little
warm soapy water to actually wash myself between my legs and around my
fanny.  I dried myself and then reloaded the washcloth with warm soapy
water and took it and a towel into my bedroom.  David was waiting for me on
my bed on his back.  I washed his cock, balls and belly and as I was drying
him off, he picked up the wet cloth and started to wash my bottom and round
my buttocks, I'd thought that I'd washed everything clean but I hadn't
realised that the blood had spread between my legs and all the way to my
lower back, no wonder my mother had given me a dark towel to cover my bed
with...when a girl loses her virginity it's a very messy business!

   David was hard again by the time I'd finished drying his cock, I gripped
his cock at the base, my left hand totally encompassed his cock and the tip
of my middle finger touched my palm, then I put my right hand on his cock
above my left and there was still two inches of cock sticking out above my
hand...I couldn't believe that I'd taken all of that monster of a cock
inside my little fanny.

   I whispered, "Do you want to do me again?"

   "I'd love to darling but not today...you won't realise it at the moment
because your system is flooded with adrenalin, you won't really feel how
much damage I've done inside your pussy until later on tonight!"

   "I feel totally fine, it hurt a little when you broke me in but I'm okay
now."

   "I'd rather just have a kiss and cuddle for an hour before I go home."

   I looked at my wrist watch and then the clock at the side of my bed, "We
have two and a half hours before I have to go to bed!"

   "I know but I prefer not to seem greedy, I prefer to leave well before a
girl's parents expect me to go, keeps me on their good side!"

   I looked from the two inches of cock standing above my right fist to his
face and smiled at him, "I guess that you've done this before!"

   He chuckled, "A few times...I find the girls that I hurt the most when I
start them off always want more after I cum in them..."

   I nodded my head.

   "...but I never do them a second time on our first date, well, I did
once and she couldn't walk properly for three days after and her mother
would never let me visit her again!"

   I nodded my head in agreement, I could see his point..."Well, if you
won't fuck me again tonight...is there anything that I can do for you now?"

   "I'd love a little suck again!"

   "Really, I didn't think that I did a very good job the first time I did
it!"

   He looked thoughtful for a moment and then he said, "That was all my own
fault darling, you were so keen to do it that I didn't realise that it was
your first time...so I didn't explain what I needed you to do, I went too
far, too fast, I was more intent on getting my own orgasm from your mouth
than teaching you how to do it properly.  I probably hurt you so much that
I'd be surprised if you sucked a man's cock ever again!"

   I jumped in over quickly with, "It wasn't so bad...I bet I hurt you even
more than you hurt me!"

   He chuckled, "You're probably right there darling...would you be willing
to try it again sometime?"

   I just looked back at his cock held tightly in both of my clenched
fists, I rolled my upper body forward a little and licked over the head of
his cock before slipping my lips over his cockhead and down until my lips
touched my right thumb.  I remembered that when I first started sucking his
cock earlier, he dribbled more liquid into my mouth when I licked my tongue
over the head of his cock and I took that to mean that he liked me doing
that...so I did it again and started his juices running all over again.

   He let me suck him my own way for twenty minutes and all that time I
could hear the sounds of rocking sex from the living room as I concentrated
on giving David pleasure with my mouth.  After twenty minutes David started
giving me directions, teaching me what he liked and the thing he liked the
most was depth, he liked having more of his cock deeper in my mouth, so I
had to take my right hand away and try to get his cock so far in my mouth
that my lips touched my left thumb.

   I managed it once but choked because the head of his cock was pressing
against my tonsils.

   He rapidly went through coping mechanisms to deal with the choking but
made it clear that it wouldn't be easy to go any further, especially not on
my first date.

   I followed his suggestions, repositioning my head, straightening the
line between cock and throat, swallowing and breathing out as the cough was
starting to form and after another ten minutes, my lips settled down on my
left thumb quite easily.

   David started gasping, "Keep swallowing...please keep
swallowing...Argggggg."

   I could feel his cock pulsating against my lips and then my throat and
realised that he was injecting his semen directly into my stomach via my
throat without a drop going into my mouth.  It wasn't until his cock
started to shrink away from my throat that I got the really disgusting
taste of his semen...I'd thought his pre-cum was disgusting but his semen
seemed to be even more so!

   I jumped away from him with a sour expression on my face because of the
foul taste in my mouth, I'm going to brush my teeth!"

   David barked out "Stop!"

   I almost skidded on the laminate covering on my floor because of David's
sharp command to stop, I just gave him a confused look.

   "You never brush your teeth after sucking a man's cock, suck a sweet,
drink a little juice or use mouthwash if you have it but never brush your
teeth for at least four hours after sucking a cock or giving a woman oral
sex!"

   I nodded my head, that seemed like sensible advice to me, after all, I
was still only fourteen years old, this was my first sexual day and David
was a very sexually experienced man...I should learn all that I could from
him while I could.

   I discounted my dressing gown once again, left my bedroom and crossed
the landing, my mother seemed to be making whimpering sounds while my
father was silent but the rocking chair's runners were moving very fast
from what I could hear, I squatted at the top of the stairs again and
looked down into the living room.  Mum had stopped riding my father like a
horse, her bottom was much lower on my father's lap and instead of long
slow movements, she was bouncing up and down wildly while my dad was just
rocking back and forth in the chair but he didn't seem to be taking much of
a part in the actual sex act, then I realised that my mother's right hand
was out of sight, it was under her dress between their bodies, it looked to
me like she was frigging herself.

   My dad was looking around the living room as if he was a disinterested
party in my mother's orgasm, I saw him jolt in his seat, he'd caught a
glimpse of me squatting at the top of the stairs, my knees were pointing
straight at him, so he must have had a very good view between my legs as
well as being able to see my breasts.

   My mum shifted her position, lifting her body further up his lap, "That
was a fast recovery darling, usually when your cock falls asleep in the
middle of a fuck, it doesn't come back!"

   As soon as I'd realised that my dad had seen me, I'd slipped back from
the top of the stairs out of his sight.

   "What brought you back to life darling?"

   "I thought I saw Sarah on the landing in the...well, you know, naked and
all that!"

   Mum looked over her shoulder in my direction as she slipped her cunt
back over his cock, "Perhaps she was just running to the toilet...now,
let's see if I can get you to climax before you go soft again darling!"

   I could just make out my parents on the rocking chair from a dark recess
on the landing, I could see my mother's right hand now, her fist was on
dad's left shoulder and in her clenched fist was a massive dildo, its
wetness glistening in the reflected light of the crystal chandelier hanging
from the living room ceiling.

   I finished my trip to the bathroom and rinsed my mouth out with 'Minty
Fresh' mouthwash and returned to my bedroom, giggling all the way.

   David said, "What are you laughing at?"

   "I think my dad has trouble keeping an erection...my mum was using a sex
toy on herself while she was still sitting on dad's knee, sounds like he
went soft on her half way through their fuck!"

   David chuckled and said, "Perhaps I should offer to look after your mum
as well then before I go home!"

   I'd known David for four hours by now, I'd been on a sexual high for
that whole time but hadn't actually blushed until that moment, my red face
made him laugh even louder, "Perhaps you'd like to watch me fuck your
mum...join in even...perhaps just sit dressed like you are now, on your
dad's knee, see if that puts a little lead in his pencil!"

   My turn to laugh now, "Actually...I think he saw me at the top of the
stairs, seemed like he suddenly got his erection back...mum stopped using
her fake cock and got back on his cock, dad even said that he got hard
again because he thought he saw me naked!"

   "I'd love to watch you and John fucking while I screwed Victoria in a
big double bed!"

   David checked the time, "I'd better piss off home...I never told my mum
or dad that I wouldn't be home for dinner tonight."

   I was very disappointed but I just said, "Oh!  Okay."

   I lay naked watching David getting dressed, he kissed me, "You stop
here...think about taking a bath with a little salt in the water...it'll
sting you inside but it will be better for you in the long run."

   "I'll see you out!"

   "You don't have to get dressed just to see me out darling."

   "I'm not going to get dressed, I'll just put my dressing gown on!"

   As soon as David was dressed, I pulled my dressing gown on over my naked
body and tied the belt in a simple, single knot.  I'd never worn the
dressing gown with nothing under it before, usually my nighty or pyjama
bottoms and a t-shirt but tonight, all I was wearing as I followed David
down the stairs was my dressing gown and nothing else...not even shoes or
slippers on my feet.

   I'd intended to stop at the front door, give David a good night kiss and
then return to my bedroom.

   I saw dad warn mum that we were on the stairs so she stopped bouncing up
and down on his cock, she just sat still as the chair continued to rock.

   I opened the door and kissed David, he broke the kiss and said, "I dare
you to walk me all the way to my car!"

   "What do I get out of it?"

   "Walk me out to my car and I'll pick you up from school tomorrow and
give you your second sex education lesson!"

   I took his hand and pulled him along behind me right to the driver's
door of his car.

   He pushed my back against his car, I looked over my shoulder, I could
clearly see my mum and dad still rocking on the chair in our living room,
David pulled my face back to his and he kissed me.  After a good long kiss,
he said, "How brave are you feeling?"

   I shrugged my shoulders, I was out in the street wearing nothing but a
thin dressing gown held closed by a simple knot in a simple belt...I'd
never done that before, so I must have been feeling a little brave.  He
started to tug at the belt, he was smiling at me and he'd fixed my eyes
with his, daring me to stop him pulling my belt undone.  I looked away,
looked over my right shoulder.  Fortunately, the three houses on my street
had been built in the same orientation, all three had their front door on
the left and the living room window on the right, the next road over, the
detached houses had been built as mirrored pairs, the living rooms of the
first two were next to each other and then the next house had its front
door next to the second house's front door and so on.

   If our houses had been built to that pattern, I would have been in full
view of Mr and Mrs Brown's living room window as David pulled the front of
my dressing gown open.  He pushed the sides of my dressing gown wide open,
I was now looking over his shoulder at the meadow opposite my house, men
often walked their dogs in that meadow so that they could kill the grass
with their shit and piss.

   "You look worried!"

   I looked back at his face, "Someone might see me from the meadow...men
often walk their dogs over there at this time of night!"

   David pressed his clothed body into my naked body and kissed me again,
"Well, you have to do a little advertising now and again to get new sexual
experiences."

   I became thoughtful, I'd rubbed his cock with my hand, been fucked, I'd
sucked his cock and he'd licked my pussy out...just what else could there
be?

   "What?"

   "Sorry, what do you mean?"

   "You looked like you were about to say something!"

   "No, well, I thought that we'd just about done everything
possible...what new sexual experiences are left?"

   He laughed at me again, pulled me in for another kiss, "You're just
taking your first baby steps towards sexual experience ...  everyone that
fucks you in the future adds something new to your sexual education and
every sexual offer that you turn down takes a little away from you."

   There was a dog barking out in the field opposite us, Davis moved away
from me, he turned to look out over the field, totally exposing my naked
body to anyone that was out there, "I -(TM)ll bet the dog can smell your
fanny...all that fresh blood dribbling out of you."

   I punched his chest playfully again and called him a cheeky bugger, then
I pulled him back in front of me to cover my body from the field but it
hadn't crossed my mind to pull my dressing gown closed to hide my body
myself.

   David's right hand dropped down to my pussy, he rubbed his middle finger
between my pussy lips and then he presented it for me to look at, the tip
of his finger was covered in my blood which worried me more than a
little...but not as much as the sound of rustling through the bushes around
the meadow behind David and an Alsatian dog burst through the hedgerow and
out into our street.  I recognised the dog was Rex, its owner, Mr Souter,
lived in the house that backed onto ours in the next street, Rex often came
to the fence between our houses if I was in the back garden and if I missed
him being there, he would bark at me until I went and said hello, fuss him
a little and let him sniff at my hand and then he would be happy and go
about his own business again and let me go about mine.

   I heard Mr Souter call out, Rex, where the bloody hell are you boy?"

   The voice was very close to the hedgerow and David stepped away from me
again, he smiled as Mr Souter pushed his way through a gap in the hedge
around the meadow.  Rex was running towards me, as soon as I realised that
his owner was about to enter the street with us, just a few feet away, I
closed the front of my dressing gown and quickly tied the belt with a
double knot this time.

   David caught Rex's attention by holding his right hand to the dog's
nose, as Mr Souter came closer, I looked down at the dog, Rex was licking
my blood off of David's middle finger.  Mr Souter missed that disgusting
act, his attention was firstly on me and the way that I was dressed and
then, by the sight of my mother and father rocking together in the living
room and I'm sure that Mr Souter knew exactly what my parents were doing in
the living room.

   Suddenly Rex was jumping at me, his nose trying to push between my legs,
his owner still looking in my living room as he reached down for Rex's
collar and pulled him away from me, he mumbled, "No wonder Rex ran off, he
wanted a little fuss from his girlfriend!"

   I was looking at Mr Souter's face as he said 'Girlfriend', he suddenly
realised what he'd said and he blushed as he clipped his leash into Rex's
collar and started pulling him away.

   David was laughing so much that he was almost wetting himself and as
soon as Mr Souter and Rex were out of earshot, the laughter came out into
the street, "I wonder if Rex was jealous that I'd just shagged his
girlfriend...at least I gave him a little taste of your pussy before his
owner pulled him away!"

   I gave David another playful punch to his chest, "You're a dirty bugger
David!"

   "Don't knock it...dogs can be a lot of fun in the sack providing their
owners haven't had them done!"

   "You see sex in everything!"

   "That's because sex is in everything, everywhere all around you."

   He kissed me and moved me to one side so that he could open his car's
door and as he slipped into his driving seat he said, "I'll bet you've been
offered sex a million times already in your life but you've just not
realised it because you've been walking around all the time in a state of
sexual ignorance until today but now that you've had sex, you'll see
potential sexual partners everywhere you look...and you should take every
opportunity that's on offer to you, wherever it comes from...even if it's
from that guy and Rex!"

   I stood on the pavement as David drove off.  I was still only a fourteen
year old girl but after my afternoon and evening with David...I felt like I
was a woman now and I understood why my friend Pauline went on about losing
her virginity even though the actual act had disappointed her, it had still
turned her into a woman.

   I walked back into the house, I looked at the stairs, I should go up and
have a shower...no, a bath...David had suggested that I take a long soak in
the bath with a little salt in the water to help my insides heal up a
little quicker, and I needed to heal up quicker because David had offered
to pick me up from school tomorrow and bring me home to do a little sex
education homework with me...not that Saint Agnes' School for Young
Lesbians actually offered sex education classes, they never even mentioned
sex existed...even when we lost one of our students to pregnancy, it was
never mentioned, the girl just came to school until her belly started to
show and then she was sent away and her name was expunged from the school's
records, even our hockey captain's name was removed from the notice board
after she left to have her baby, twenty-twenty was simplt painted over, it
was as if hockey hadn't existed in the school that year!

   SALT!

   'Kitchen...that's where I'll find the salt to put in my bath.' I could
have taken the door from the hall into the kitchen and not disturbed my
parents but I went into the living room and stood at the side of the
rocking chair, "I'm going to take a bath before bed, would you like a hot
drink before I go up?"

   My dad's eyes suddenly fixed on my chest area for a moment before
flicking down to the bottom of my dressing gown, his body stiffened and
there was a rattling groan at the back of his throat, mum suddenly looked
surprised at him, then she smiled and stopped riding his cock.

   She looked over at me, "No thanks darling but you could get us a bottle
of wine out of the fridge please and bring us two glasses if you like!"

   Dad cleared his throat as if to pass some unspoken message to my mother.

   She looked from him to me, "Three glasses darling, that's if you'd like
a glass of wine to celebrate with us!"

   I didn't actually like the taste of wine but what fourteen year old girl
would turn down the offer of an illicit glass of wine if it were offered.

   As I walked through the dining room I heard my mother whisper, "You
managed to cum in me...it's been a long time since I felt that!"

   "It's Sarah's fault!"

   "I'll give her a rise in her weekly allowance to thank her!"

   I made up a tray with three long stemmed wine glasses, a bottle of dry
white wine and the tub of table salt on it.

   Mum spotted the salt on the tray, she eased herself back along dad's lap
but she left her dress covering dad's lap as his hands disappeared under
her dress to fasten his trousers.

   Mum climbed off of dad's lap and took the tray from me, she poured out
three glasses, she handed one to dad, one to me and she picked up her own
glass.  I took the tub of salt and walked towards the hallway door.  Mum
followed me and in the hallway she whispered, "Are you sore darling?"

   I shook my head and looked at the tub of salt in my hand and then at her
face, "No, David suggested it as an ounce of prevention!"

   Mum went to the hall stand, she opened one of the bags from her shopping
trip, "That's sensible of him darling...I thought that now
you're...erm...fourteen...you might need these when your period starts over
the weekend darling!"

   Mum handed me a box from the bag, 'Tampons', in the past, I'd only ever
worn panty liners or sanitary towels as a tampon could have broken through
my hymen...tampons were only used by a woman who had lost her virginity. 
Mum must have realised that I was about to lose my virginity to David even
at four thirty that afternoon...before I had any idea that David had plans
to do that to me!

   I took my new box of tampons up to the bathroom and started the water
running.  I sprinkled salt into the flow of hot water from the tap, I heard
speaking in the back garden.  The glass in the window of the bathroom was
obscured so I couldn't see who was in my back garden, I recognised Mr
Souter's voice, he was whispering but was still loud enough for me to hear
him over the sound of the water tumbling into the tub.

   "I saw Sarah with a man out in the street, it looked like she was
totally naked out there but then I realised that she was wearing just a
thin dressing gown out in the street.  Her smell attracted Rex, he was
going crazy to get at her but the man stopped him.

   I stepped up on the toilet seat, I couldn't see through the glass in the
bathroom window but I could see a little of the back garden through the
open top lite in the window.  At first I didn't see my mother in the
twilight but I did see Mr Souter standing by the fence between our gardens,
then I saw his arm reach towards a tall shrub in our back garden.  Mum
suddenly popped into view, she was using the shrub to hide herself from the
kitchen or dining room window so that my father couldn't see her talking to
Mr Souter.  He pulled her face to his and kissed her, as soon as their lips
were locked together, his hand dropped from her neck to the front of her
dress, he was fondling her tits through the loosely fitting dress that she
was wearing.

   Mum didn't stop him playing with her tits through her dress, she just
kept her mouth covering his.  I was surprised when his hand slipped from
her tits to between her legs, he was trying to pull the front of her dress
up to get at her naked pussy, she pulled her mouth off of his and pushed
the front of her dress out of his hand and she took a hold of his hand in
hers, "I've just had sex with John!"

   "I know, I saw you on your milking stool with him when I pulled Rex away
from Sarah...I'd expected you to look more disappointed after fucking John
though!"

   Mum's whisper was hard to make out but I worked out that she said, "No,
he actually managed to cum in me this time, the first time in over ten
years...that's why I don't want your fingers in me at the moment!"

   "When can I fuck you again?"

   "Tomorrow but you'll have to wear a condom until I know if I'm pregnant
or not!"

   Wow, that came as a shock to me, my mum and dad were trying for another
baby and I had no idea."

   "What about Rex...he can't wear a condom!"

   I gasped...David had mentioned me having sex with Rex and I'd punched
him and called him a dirty bugger for suggesting that a dog could have sex
with a woman...

   "Rex will have to make do with hand relief or oral sex until I know
what's happening in my body!"

   Mr Souter said, "I'm not wanking him!"

   Mum said, "No, I'll help him to get off, he just can't mount me or lick
me out until I'm sure...if I am pregnant, he -(TM)ll have to make do
without fucking me until after I have the baby!"

   My dad called out my mother's name and she quickly turned away from Mr
Souter and ran down the length of the back garden, she had run straight
from kissing Mr Souter to kissing my father in just a few seconds.

   I stepped down off of the toilet and turned the water off...tested the
temperature of the water and then slipped into it.

   After my bath, I dried myself off and pulled my dressing gown back
on...usually, I'd put my night dress on after my shower or bath at this
time of the night but I'd been naked all evening and I'd loved the coolness
and freedom I'd felt for the first time and decided that I'd sleep in the
nude, at least for the rest of the summer while it was so hot at night.

   Mum and dad were in the living room drinking wine and engaged in a
serious conversation.  I was kissed by both of them and then I went to bed
at almost ten o'clock to the minute.

   Dad left for work before I woke up...well, more, I woke up as Dad pulled
off of the drive, his car woke me but that was okay, I needed to be up at
six o'clock so that I could take the seven o'clock bus into Kettering like
I'd done for the past eight years.  In the beginning, I caught the seven
o'clock bus with my mother into Kettering, she worked in an office that was
opposite the bus station.  Mum would walk with me to my primary school in
Kettering and then walk back to her office but when I moved from Primary
school to secondary school, that would involve another bus ride, from
Kettering to Rushden and at around that time, my mother stopped working in
Kettering and started doing a job with less hours in an office but more
mobility, driving all over the county.

   I removed the tampon from my pussy and inspected it, there was old dry
blood on it as well as a little fresh blood.  I wrapped the tampon in
tissue and dropped it in the bin in the bathroom, after washing myself as
deeply as I could, I placed a fresh tampon deep inside my body, I had to
assume that my sexual antics of yesterday must have brought my period on a
few days earlier than I'd expected.

   As I was getting dressed, I remembered back to those days when I
travelled into town on the bus with my mother, the bus was a double deck
and was totally full with men most days, men who worked in Kettering's
heavy industry at that time, the bus was so full when it got to my village
that I often ended up sitting on my mother's knee because there were too
few seats together and my mother seemed to know everyone on the bus to talk
to...I had a subordinate thought as I was filling my bowl with 'Chocolate
Snaps' breakfast cereal.  No, she didn't speak to everyone on the bus, she
chatted to the men but she seemed to be shunned by the women on the bus.

   As I poured the milk over the cereal I realised something, my eyes had
been covered by an 'Innocence Filter' for the past fourteen years, all the
sights had been taken into my brain but my innocence filter cut out
everything but the innocent interpretation.  After David removed my
innocence filter yesterday, I suddenly realised that my mother flirted with
the men on the bus and the reason that the women on the bus never spoke to
her was because my mother dressed like a whore back then, six inch high
heels, bare legs, micro-mini skirts or dresses, colourful bra and sheer
tops...men loved the way she dressed and women hated it.

   Actually, thinking back to those long ago days, if I hadn't seen my
mother working in her office after school when I used to have to wait for
her to finish work before going back home with her on the bus...she could
easily have been dropping me off at school and going to work in Kettering's
premier 'Cat House' rather than the office of 'Benjamin and Duncan,
Solicitors at Law'...two totally different forms of soliciting.

   Fortunately my mother had managed to get my school clothes washed and
dried during the day yesterday so I could go to school properly dressed
today but I chose not to.  In the summer I could choose to wear my blazer
over my blouse or my jumper, today I risked a demerit by choosing neither,
because of the temperature yesterday, I chose to go to school today wearing
my blouse with no cover over it.

   I took a coffee up to my mother before I left home for the Kettering
bus. She asked me if I felt sore today, I considered asking if she felt
pregnant but I didn't, I just smiled at her and looked at the clothes that
she had laid out to wear today, a micro-mini skirt, sheer white blouse and
frothy white bra and matching knickers with red patent leather high heels
to slip on her feet...she had time-slipped back eight or even ten years to
the days when she flirted with dozens of men every day on the Kettering
bus.

   I stopped on the landing and looked at myself in a long mirror, no
makeup on my face but then that would be a two demerit penalty if I'd been
caught wearing it, knee length skirt, soft cotton blouse and white bra that
was just discernible through my blouse...No school tie but that was in my
satchel to put on once I was at school.

   'My skirt could be a little shorter and no one would call me out for
it'...it would have to be six inches above my knees to get a demerit and at
the moment it was touching my knees.

   I regarded my appearance again and folded the two inch wide waistband of
my skirt over, lifting the hem of my skirt up two inches, I was about to
move away from the mirror but stopped, I folded my waistband over again,
lifting the hem of my skirt four inches above my knee and then another
fold, if I'd gone into school with my skirt that short, I'd have been made
to kneel on the stage while a teacher measured from the stage to my
hemline, the way it was now, I would have been given a demerit, any shorter
and my mother would have been called into school to take me home.

   Okay, I took a sober look at myself, my legs looked great but the roll
of poly-cotton around my midriff looked stupid so I pulled my blouse out of
my waistband and let the bottom hem of my blouse cover the roll of
material.

   I walked down to the front door, picked up my satchel and popped a
handful of tampons in it, then as I closed the door, I took another roll of
material up in my skirt, the navy hem of my skirt only just showed below
the bottom hem of my blouse now.

   I spotted Mr Souter in the village shop, he was standing talking to the
shop's owner, he was holding a box of condoms in his hand and stood waiting
to be served while Mrs Baxter bought her pint of milk and daily newspaper.
I moved the fifty feet to the bus stop and watched Mr Souter leaving the
shop with a small brown paper bag in his hand.  He didn't even look in my
direction, he crossed the road and walked purposefully to my front door,
mum opened the door to him and they had a full on snog on the doorstep
before she invited him in.

   I saw him at mum's bedroom window, he handed my mother the small brown
paper bag and then he took his shirt off and moved from the bedroom window
and over to the bed.

   The bus arrived two minutes early, as it pulled past me slowly, I saw
the usual three women on the lower deck, I usually sat down there too, my
usual seat was the back row, right hand seat because it had the most leg
room as that was where the emergency exit was located.  I looked up at the
top deck's windows, two men were looking down at me from half way along the
bus, they looked a little disappointed and then sat back in their seats.

   'Statler and Waldorf' jumped into my head, the two elderly men reminded
me of the characters from the Muppet Show, the elderly men that used to sit
in a box at a theatre and heckle whatever act was on stage...they always
moaned about everything in life...Statler and Waldorf were the last of the
men that caught the seven o'clock bus into Kettering after all of the heavy
industry closed down in the town after Tata Steel closed down in Corby and
the local industry lost the main outlet for their products.

   For the past three years I'd sat on the lower deck but today, I headed
for the stairs...'Not Statler and Waldorf'...mum spoke to them once while I
was with her and she called them...what...Alan and Brian...that was their
names.  Mum had flirted with them both and that was the first time that my
mother made me walk to my primary school on my own because she had an early
job to do...I'd been given fifty pence as a bribe...I could buy a chocolate
bar on my way to school and she had given me the money, she also gave me
the instruction to go straight to school and not to talk to anyone on the
way!

   As I climbed the stairs, my mind raced back to that day.  I'd got as far
as the first shop at the end of the bus stand, I was looking at what I
could buy with my fifty pence bribe, I looked back at my mother, expecting
to see her waiting to cross the road to get to her office but she wasn't,
she was standing close to the entrance to the toilet block talking to Brian
while Alan was nowhere in sight.

   I suddenly spotted Alan stepping out of the toilet block, he whistled to
get Brian's attention and as soon as Brian looked at him, Alan jerked his
head back towards the toilet block.  I saw Brian's hand press into my
mother's lower back and guide her into the toilet block.

   My curiosity was a little piqued so I walked back to the toilet block. I
looked down the passageway, the lady's toilets were on the left of the
corridor and the men's on the right.  There were no outer doors to either
toilet block, just a zigzag wall to stop people of one sex, seeing into the
toilets used by the other.  I could see neither mum nor the men so they
must have been using the toilets but why?  My mother's office was only
twenty-five feet away from the public toilet...surely if she needed to use
it, she would have used the toilet in her own office rather than the public
toilets.

   I ran down the passage and into the ladies toilet, all four toilet doors
were wide open and my mother was nowhere in sight.

   I turned to leave the toilet just as a man walked into the men's toilet
block, I crossed the passage and stood at the opening to the men's toilet.
There was a giggle that sounded like my mother's and I could hear slapping
or slow hand clapping, then Brian said, "Why can't I use your arse while
Alan's fucking your cunt?"

   There was a sound like a very large lollypop being pulled from a mouth
and my mother whispered, "I've already told you...your cocks are too fat
for my arsehole!"

   Then there was the sound of a door being knocked and then a third male
voice saying, "Open the door...let me watch!"

   I heard the sound of a bolt being slid open and the hinges of a door
creaking as it opened...I was just about to step into the men's toilet to
see just what was going on in there for myself when suddenly an elderly
lady came down the passageway...she looked at me and asked if I was waiting
for my father or brother, I shook my head and then she said, "Young girls
shouldn't hang around the men's toilets like this...if one of those
disgusting pigs that use that toilet were to get their hands on you and
dragged you in there...I dread to think what might happen to you...now run
along to school!"

   I ran to the end of the passageway and as I turned left out onto the
road, I was dragged back to today by the shocked look on Alan and Brian's
faces because, for the first time in three years, I'd climbed the stairs to
the upper deck of the seven o'clock bus to Kettering.

   As soon as my left foot left the stairs of the bus, it jerked away from
the stop, instead of holding on, I checked my watch and then quickly looked
over to my house, because of my height, I could actually see into my
parent's bedroom, Mr Souter was on his back with his cock standing up like
a flagpole, mum sat at his side, also totally naked and I watched as she
rolled a condom down the length of his cock, the bus suddenly jerked and
because I wasn't holding on, I was pitched into Alan's side...my movement
was so sudden that it took all three of us by surprise, Alan had been
whispering directly into Brian's ear but I knocked Brian away from Alan as
my naked thigh crashed into Brian's bare elbow, the whisper became audible
to me as well as Brian said, "How would you like to see my balls banging
against her chin as she sucked my cock mate?"

   Brian grinned at Alan and then he looked at me to see if what Alan had
said had upset me in any way.  I apologised for bumping into him, he looked
surprised when I called him Brian, he raised his eyebrows and then grinned
at me...a stupid old guy grin!"

   'Mirror!' Popped into my head...not the glass object that one would
check her makeup in, it was a technique that our business studies teacher
taught.  Mirror, if your opponent makes a move, mirror it but don't make it
too obvious that was what you were doing, copy the movements but make your
own movements a little smaller.  Then, after a suitable time, start to lead
and see if the other party mirror's yours, if they do...you've beaten them.

   I raised my eyes and gave a more subtle smile, rather than a stupid
schoolgirl grin.

   I continued to the back of the bus, I was about to sit by the window on
the right hand side of the bus but then another thought struck me, 'I've
put myself on display for any men that may see me on the bus, if I sit by
the window, no one would see my legs...and they were what I'd put on
display today...breasts yesterday...legs today!'

   I sat on the middle seat with my legs pointing down the length of the
bus and my satchel on the seat to my left!

   Brian looked over his shoulder at me, he gave me a lecherous grin as he
raised his eyebrows again, I raised my own eyebrows and broadened my own
smile a little.

   Brian turned back to Alan and they had a quick but silent conversation,
Brian looked over his shoulder again, he looked at my knees and then to my
face and gave me another smile, I returned his smile and then I brushed my
fingers through my hair...Brian didn't have much hair but he raised his
hand and brushed his fingertips over his forehead, he was mirroring me now,
that thought made me smile slightly wider.

   Brian pushed himself out of his seat and walked down the bus towards me,
I watched him stop ay the side of the seat in front of mine, he looked at
that seat for a moment while he seemed to be holding a conversation with
himself, then he suddenly pointed to the seat on my right, "Can I sit there
please?"

   I twisted my knees to the left to open up the route to the seat to my
right and said, "Sure, help yourself!"

   'Wow...I didn't really believe David last night, he'd said that sex was
everywhere and that men were always on the lookout for any opportunities
that popped up, I was willing to give it a try for a few weeks but I didn't
really think that a fish would take my bait so quickly or easily.

   Brian sat next to me, I looked at Alan, he had turned to the right,
hooked his arm over the back of his seat and now he was looking straight at
me and Brian as Brian sat down in the seat to my right.

   "Hi...my friend..."

   "You mean Alan?"

   "Yes...Alan thinks that we know you, he thinks that you're Samantha or
Sally and that your mother is Victoria Clarke...is he right?"

   I nodded my head, "Yes, Victoria is my mother but I'm Sarah...not Sam or
Sally!"

   Brian smiled over at Alan and he nodded his head.  Alan grinned back at
us and he started to slide along the seat towards the aisle.

   "Where do you work?"

   I looked back at Brian's face...how do I tell Brian that I'm still at
school without making him run a mile..."I'm still in full time education!"

   That was the way that someone in college or university would say
it...not a lie exactly...just stretching the truth.

   Alan was moving slowly towards the back of the bus, Brian put his hand
flat on the seat between us, he lifted his little finger, brushing it up
and down my bare outer thigh.  "How's your boyfriend doing these days?"

   Boyfriend, my relationship with David was only around fifteen hours old
but he'd fucked me so I could claim him as my boyfriend so I said, "He's
okay thanks!"

   "Are things between you serious...is he the one that you plan to marry?"

   I laughed a little, as I laughed, Alan asked if he could sit in the seat
to my left, the seat that was the resting place for my school satchel, I
pulled my bag off of the seat and dropped it behind my feet on the floor, I
twisted my legs to the right, crashing my right knee into Brian's left leg
and trapping his left hand under my right leg as I said, "Not really
serious...just a bit of fun!"

   Alan almost tripped over my bag, he steadied himself on my left
shoulder, almost pulling me over to my left, that lifted my right buttock
off of the seat and Brian swiftly turned his left hand so that when I
returned to the upright position, his hand was gripping my upper leg, his
fingers between my inner thighs.

   I looked at Brian's face again as he gently squeezed my leg.

   "So, what do you like to do with your boyfriend Sarah?"

   I shrugged my shoulders, "What do you mean?"

   Brian smiled at me again and then he reached over his body with his
right hand and he placed the palm of his hand under my right breast, gently
lifting the weight of my breast, "Do you like him to touch you like this?"

   I looked down at his hand and nodded my head.

   Brian turned his right hand so that his palm was flat on my stomach and
then he stroked his hand down to my lower abdomen.  I felt movement to my
left, Alan was now reaching out for my left breast, Alan was more squeezing
than lifting my breast like Brian had done.  I looked down at Alan's hand
and Brian leaned in to whisper in my ear, "Do you like your boyfriend to
touch you down here?" As he said that, he let his lips brush against my
ear, sending thousand volt shocks through my body as he pressed his right
hand down into my lap on top of my pussy, adding to the voltage coursing
through my body.  I swallowed hard and nodded my head.

   We turned into the next village and the back wheel of the bus ran over
the curb stone, throwing me against Brian and lifting my left
buttock...Alan moved quickly, he pushed the back of my skirt out of the
way, exposing the back of my school knickers.  The bus pitched me over at
Alan as its suspension corrected for the initial tilt, now my right buttock
lifted again and Brian copied the movement that Alan had just done to my
left.

   My knickers were now totally exposed at the back, I looked nervously to
the front of the bus, on these older buses, there was a periscope above the
driver that linked up with a mirror above the front window so that the
driver could check on his passengers on the top deck and I was worried that
he may look up at any moment.

   Brian twisted his legs a little, he hooked his right leg over mine and
he pulled my right leg to the right, Alan used his hand to do the same with
my left leg, making a wish as they stretched my wishbone!

   Brian's lips brushed against my neck as he whispered, "Do you like
sucking your boyfriend's cock?"

   I nodded my head and I looked down, the gusset of my knickers was on
display now, Brian's right hand was moving over to my knickers while Alan's
left hand had returned to my breasts, not just my left breast, he rubbed
over both breasts before he stopped in the middle and unfastened three
buttons, one above my bra, one below my bra and one level with my bra.  I
watched as he slid his hand inside my blouse and pressed his fingertips
into the soft flesh of my right breast, forcing his hand inside my right
hand bra cup.

   My attention was dragged back down to Brian's hand, he was pulling the
gusset of my knickers to the right, exposing my cunt and then he saw the
string trailing out of my pussy, "Are you on the rag Sarah?"

   I nodded my head, "Is that going to be a problem Brian?"

   "No, I actually love the dirty side of sex, fucking a woman while she's
on the rag, fucking a woman after she's just been fucked and filled by
another man or fucking her up her arse...I love it all!"

   I nodded my head in agreement, "I think I remember once, my mother was
sucking your cock while Alan was fucking her in the bus station's toilets
but you wanted to fuck her in her arse...she turned you down, she said that
your cock was too fat for her to take up her bum, then another man knocked
the toilet door and asked if he could watch and I had to run for it so I
don't know what happened next."

   Brian moved his hand from my pussy and he unfastened his trousers,
pulling them down to his knees, "What do you think...is my cock too fat to
go up your arse?"

   I looked down at his cock, he was only five inches long but was actually
larger in circumference than it was long, I started to nod my head and I
said, "Much too fat..." as I thought 'Probably too fat to go in my mouth
even!' but I continued with, "...I've never done it that way before!"

   Brian reached for the back of my head, he started pulling me over to my
right, "Why don't you give me a little suck to be going on with!"

   It was a stretch to open my mouth wide enough to take his cock into my
mouth.  My position had pulled my breasts out of Alan's reach but it had
once again lifted my left buttock off of the seat, Alan took the elastic
around my left leg hole in both hands and he pulled his hands apart,
ripping my knickers across to my right leg hole, he pushed what was left of
my knickers between my legs to hang down in front of my pussy.  He tugged
at the tampon's fuse and dragged the lump of absorbent cotton out of my
pussy, he looked at the tampon as I got into the motions of sucking Brian's
cock for him, Alan said, "Light flow Brian mate, she'll hardly leave a
stain on your underpants!"

   Alan pushed my left leg over my right, turning me onto my side and then
he snuggled in behind me, he stabbed his cock at me, his cock's head struck
my anal muscle before he backed off, "She ain't kidding mate, her anus is
tighter that a ducks arse...no way in that passage...not for us at any
rate."

   There was another stab, this time it hit the right hole, Alan stretched
my pussy really wide, so wide that it was really painful but only as he
entered me and neither Brian nor Alan knew that it had hurt because the
gasp of pain was hidden in Brian's cock.  Alan went a little crazy, ramming
his cock into me, I heard the sound of a slow hand clap that I recognised
from when I was a child, standing outside the men's toilet but now I knew
that it wasn't hands clapping, it was the sound of Alan's abdomen slapping
against my buttocks as he fucked me.

   Brian suddenly pushed my mouth away from his cock, "Fucking hell Sarah,
that was bloody close...I want to cum in your cunt, not your mouth!"

   Alan groaned...he stabbed me extra hard and then he stopped as his body
jerked his spunk into my cunt.

   There was rapid movement...Alan's cock slipped out of my cunt, Brian
pulled me up onto his lap and he inserted his cock into my pussy but not
until after he tested my arsehole for himself, just to prove that Alan was
right and that his cock wouldn't fit up my bum.

   'Two men in one bush...three men in just fifteen hours or so...David was
dead right...sex was all around, all you had to do was look, listen and
being open to opportunities as they arose!'

   I was actually sitting on Brian's cock with my back to his chest, Alan
had wiped his cock on a tissue and now he was at a loose end, he stood at
my side and unfastened the rest of my blouse's buttons, pushing my blouse
wide open before pulling the cups up above my breasts, "Fucking hell Brian,
take a look at her tits, you thought her mother's tits were perfect...the
daughter's tits are much better!"

   Brian continued to fuck me from behind while he reached around and
fondled my tits along with Alan.  The bus slowed again, out on the main
road this time, Brian was just shooting at goal as Alan looked down at the
left hand side of the bus, all three of us knew that the seven o'clock bus
had never stopped at this stop before in the past eight years...Alan looked
at me and Brian, "It's a man!"

   The bus had never had three male passengers, not in the past three years
at any rate, not since Tata Steel closed down.  Brian whispered, "At least
I've cum now, so he can come upstairs if he likes."

   Alan took a step forward to see the mirror at the mid-point of the
stairs, he nodded his head, "He's coming up!"

   Brian pulled my blouse over to cover my bare breasts but he didn't try
to button it closed or pull my bra back into place over my tits.

   The man reached the top deck and he looked to the two rows of empty
seats in front of the stairs, then he looked back and he smiled before
walking down towards us, "Hi Brian...Alan, remember me, I used to work on
The Telford Way Industrial Estate...I bumped into you guys in the men's
toilet at the bus station when you guys were playing with Victoria!"

   Brian said, "John...long time no see...come here and meet Victoria's
daughter, Sarah...she's just like her mother!"

   John walked the rest of the way down the bus and he pulled my blouse
open to look at my tits, "Not exactly like her mother, at least a bra size
and two cup sizes bigger than Victoria...have you both fucked her yet?"

   Brian and Alan both nodded their heads.

   John pulled my legs up and apart to look between my legs, "Did either of
you use her arse?"

   Brian looked a little miserable, "Another difference between mother and
daughter, while Vicky had been opened but was too tight for me or Alan to
use her arse, Sarah's bum is, as yet, untouched!"

   I looked over my shoulder at Brian's face, "I don't see how you can say
untouched, you both tried to get in there before you fucked me!"

   John touched my cheek to get my attention, he was unfastening his
trousers and he pulled out his cock, it was around seven inches long and
half the circumference of either Brian or Alan's cocks.  "What do you think
Sarah...your mother took me up her arse easily, can I try fucking you up
your bum?"

   I shrugged my shoulders...David's voice popped into my head, 'Every time
you have sex with a different lover it adds to your life's experience and
every time you turn one down...it reduces you!'

   "You can try if you like but if it hurts too much, you have to promise
to stop!"

   John nodded his head and said, "I will do!"

   He pushed his cock at my face, his cock was long enough to reach my
tonsils but I remembered everything that David had said about getting a
cock in deeper.  My top lip reached John's pubic hair and my bottom lip
brushed against his balls...John's cock was actually inside my throat...I
was swallowing to give him his pleasure, rather than moving my head.

   John said, "Who's going to butter her arse for me?"

   Brian volunteered to do it and John handed Brian a small tub of
lubricant.  John pulled my face tight against his body and he pulled me off
of Brian's knee, John kept my head in place as he sat on the left side of
the bus, the seat in front of Alan's seat, my face down against his cock
and my arse up in the air.

   I felt sudden coldness against my bum hole and then sharp pain as Brian
forced his little finger up my bum, the pain persisted until the lubricant
started to work and slowly disappeared all together.  Brian started
changing fingers, he pulled his little finger out of my bum and replaced it
with his freshly coated index finger...he got the whole of his index finger
up my bum and then he swapped to his thumb.  John was watching Brian's anal
journey and when Brian had pushed the whole of his thumb up my bum, John
asked me if I was comfortable now.

   I nodded my head, that movement caused his cockhead to slip out of my
throat and he pushed my face away from his cock.

   "Either of you two want a blow job while I train her arse?"

   Alan said "Me, it's my turn to be sucked off!"

   I was turned, Alan had moved into my seat now, as my face was pushed
towards his cock, I looked to the left side of the bus, my bloody tampon
was just sitting there on the floor in the corner of the bus, 'Some poor
bastard is going to find that during the day sometime or the cleaner
tonight!'

   I took Alan's cock in my mouth, another stretch for my jaw.  John
slipped in behind me and he rammed his cock up my bum, it hurt me again as
John forced his cock up my bum but Brian had done such a good job of
opening me up that the pain went away very quickly and I soon started to
enjoy myself and as John climaxed into my bottom, I was a little
disappointed that it hadn -(TM)t lasted a little longer.

   Alan hadn't climaxed into my mouth yet but I was more than happy to stop
stretching my jaw so wide and give up on sucking him now that John had
finished using my bum.  I started to lift my head but Alan clamped his arm
down over my head and held me in place...holding me with my naked bum
waving in the air.  I felt sudden pain in my bum all over again and Brian's
body pressing down on my back as he reached under my chest to play with my
tits as he worked his thick cock up into my bum.

   "Another difference between mum and daughter...Vicky couldn't take my
cock up her bum even after John had filled her with his spunk!"

   Alan and Brian climaxed in unison, filling my mouth and my bum with
semen at the same time.

   Alan gave me tissues to wipe myself dry and with three men watching, I
inserted a fresh tampon in my cunt before pulling my bra back down over my
tits, I stood up to unroll my skirt...playtime was definitely over for this
morning, Brian dipped his hand into my bag and pulled another tampon out of
my bag, he ripped the paper cover off of the applicator, then he wiped the
leakage from my bum before he pushed the new tampon up my bum..."This will
help to keep your anal muscle open...if you catch the bus with us tomorrow,
both me and Alan can fuck your arse...be fitting really, this old bus is
being retired tomorrow, it will be its last run, they're replacing it with
a new single decker bus with cameras all over the place...no playing on the
bus after that!"

   I kissed all three of my lovers' goodbye as I finished buttoning my
blouse closed, they were walking down the length of the bus while it was
still moving, still one turn to make before the final stop, I stopped where
I was, tucking my blouse into the waistband of my now much longer
skirt...I'd removed my torn knickers and used the material to pick up the
dirty tissues and the bloody tampon.  I wrapped the whole lot in my ripped
knickers and as I walked down the now stationary bus, I saw all the
passengers spilling off, almost running to their next bus or to get to
work, I heard the driver say, Just a minute folks...I'm on a coffee break,
I'll open up again five minutes before I'm due to leave!"

   I heard the front doors close and I called out, "Driver...I'm not off
the bus yet!"

   His voice was suddenly closer now, he called up to me, I know darling,
I'm going to have my coffee break with you...your bus to Rushden doesn't
leave for twenty minutes...I watch you waiting for it to come in every
day!"

   I was at the top of the stairs when he met me as he climbed up them, he
gripped my arm and pushed me back to the back seat of the bus.

   I mumbled, "People can see us from the office windows across the
road...I remembered looking into the buses as I waited for my mother in her
office for her to take me home on this very bus!"

   I was pushed over to the seat that Alan had been sitting in when he
fucked me for the first time, the driver backed into the seat on the right,
his back against the window, "I don't want to fuck you...too many men have
done that already this morning...drove me mad it did watching you
performing with three men at your age...all I want from you this morning is
a blow-job.

   His back was blocking the window and the seat in front was blocking most
of anyone's view of me from the offices across the road, it was a good job
that the toilet block was a single story building or I'd have been
exposed...my exposed cunt and bare arse with two blue fuse wires hanging
out, one from the tampon in each of my holes...I should have put my
emergency knickers on when I got dressed after my fucking.

   So, I was sucking my fifth different cock, and I'd still only been
sexually active for around fifteen hours...sex really was available
wherever I looked.

   I watched as he opened his trousers, five inches long and about the same
in circumference...his cock would cause me no problems at all...good thing
too, I'd had my Jaw stretched far too much already today.  Fortunately
small, fortunately clean and fortunately very quick...the bus driver's only
redeeming features!

   After I finished swallowing his spunk, I changed my mind about his first
redeeming feature...in his case, I could have done with his cock being long
enough to reach my throat, that way I wouldn't have had the foul taste of a
pint of his spunk filling my mouth.

   'See, you've already become an expert on men's cocks and it took you
less than twenty-four hours!'

   I walked down the bus ahead of the driver, when he got into the driving
seat, he handed me a bar of chocolate, "Here, this will take away the nasty
taste in your mouth darling..." he pressed the door open button, "...give
my love to your mum and dad my dear and don't eat all that chocolate before
you get to school!"

   When I reached the pavement, I stood looking down at the toilets, I
watched a high school boy of about my age turn into the men's toilet just
as a man was walking out, I saw the man leaving the toilet smile at the boy
going in and then the man stopped just short of me and the road, he
actually looked at me and smiled before he turned and went back to the
toilet again...'He must have a very small bladder!' crossed my mind.

   My bus still hadn't arrived...I could go into the ladies toilet and put
my emergency knickers on while I was waiting for the bus to school...as I
walked down the passage towards the toilet, I chuckled, my plan this
morning when I left home was...if I didn't attract a man on the bus into
Kettering, I'd go and stand outside the men's toilet and let one of those
disgusting pigs that use the toilet get their hands on me and see if that
woman was right back then when I was nine years old!  At least I'd have a
better idea as to what disgusting really was.  Obviously a man sticking his
cock up your arsehole and then filling your bum with his spunk wasn't
disgusting, after all, my mother had done it with John years ago...and he
wasn't her first anal visitor...even letting a dog mount you and screw you
wasn't disgusting either...it seemed my mother had done that before too!

   I stopped outside the men's toilet, I leaned in and strained my ears to
see if I could hear anything...the voices were very faint but I could make
them out.

   The man said, "Hi gorgeous..what's tour name then?"

   The boy had a much higher pitched voice, he said, "I'm Robin."

   "Nice to meet you Robin, I'm Ben...you look handsome and your cock looks
lovely...what do you like to do then Robin?"

   "I haven't done very much."

   "Would you like to come into the stall with me Robin...I'd love to suck
your cock, would you like to suck my cock...do you like how big and hard my
cock is Robin?"

   Could have been a 'Uh-huh' but I wasn't sure, "Go on, it's okay to touch
my cock!"

   There was a moment's silence and then a sound I recognised, the sound of
one of the stall's door hinges squeaking, followed by the sound of a bolt
closing.

   The sounds were much more muffled now until the boy cried out in
pain...followed by, "Stop...you're far too big...you're hurting me!"

   "Just relax Robin, the pain will go away in a few minutes and I'll give
you ten pounds if you let me cum up your arse!"

   There were far more gasps of pain from Robin as the older man fucked him
up his bum than I'd made on my first experience of anal sex but perhaps the
man fucking Robin wasn't as experienced at breaking a new lover into anal
sex as John and Brian were.

   I heard the sounds of a heavy diesel engine and looked quickly at the
road, the blue of my service bus was passing the end of the toilet's
entrance so I had to forget all about putting my emergency knickers on and
run for my bus to get me to school.

   The bus to Rushden was far too full for any monkey business so I'd have
to wait now until David picked me up from school for any new sexual
experiences...I'd have to calm myself down a little while I waited to get
on the bus...far too many 'Citizens' on the bus for me to flirt with any of
them!