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 ï>¿Doppelganger by Isabella

   Part 2

   I'd been catching that bus now for three years, it was always almost
full as it left Kettering on its way to Rusden...every time I caught that
bus, I would pick a seat next to an elderly lady or a girl of similar age
to myself, I'd plug my ear-buds into my head and listen to music for the
twenty to thirty minutes that it took the bus to get me to Rushden.  This
bus, an hourly service got me to school thirty minutes early, the next,
thirty minutes late.

   I always arrived at my school thirty minutes early but never went into
the playground until the last minute.  I had a regular walk around the
little bit of Rushden where my school was, it took me between twenty-five
and twenty-nine minutes to walk, nothing special ever happened on my little
walk, every day was the same as the day before but today, I could do things
a little different, I could start by not choosing the safe option of
sitting next to a woman or a girl...I could try sitting next to a man this
time and instead of shutting out the world with my music, I could actually
hold a conversation with the man...if he were willing to chat with me that
is.

   I showed my pass to the driver, he inspected it closely, he even looked
up from my photograph on my ID to my face, only pausing momentarily to
stare at my boobs in passing, he handed me my pass back and smiled at me, I
thanked him and moved away so that the next passenger could pay for their
ticket.  I looked all the way to the back of the bus, I could see at least
two free seats next to women that I'd sat next to before, then I spotted a
man about as old as my father sitting by a window on his own, close to the
back of the bus.

   I made a bee-line for the back of the bus and stood at the side of the
free seat, "Can I sit there please?"

   He looked up at my face, "Do you go all the way?"

   'Wow...fucking hell, this sex thing is great, he's asking me if I fuck
right out of the blue.  I returned his smile and nodded my head

   "Because if you go all the way to Rushden...you may as well sit next to
the window.  I get off a few stops before Rushden!"

   He stood up and I slipped into his warm seat.  He sat next to me in the
aisle seat, "You looked a little disappointed when I said that I got off
before Rushden!"

   I laughed out loud..."I thought that you meant something different when
you asked me if I went all the way!"

   He laughed the same way that I was laughing, "You haven't started having
sex at your age have you?"

   I nodded my head, "Yes, it's great fun!"

   He looked all around to see if anyone was taking any notice of us...he
cleared his throat and lowered his voice, "Who with?  Just boys of your own
age or...?"

   He winked at me.

   "My first was a guy around twenty years old, my second and third were
men a little older than you and my fourth was about the same age as you!"

   "Wow, you like a lot of variety...pity you have to go to school and I've
got to go to work today!"

   I shook my head, "I'm on my period at the moment, it would be more fun
next week!"

   "Can we make a date for one day next week then?  Will you bunk off
school?"

   "I could...that or we could do it after school or something."

   Now that the sex negotiations were settled we just started chatting like
old friends and I had a really enjoyable time until we reached his
destination, I had programmed his phone number into my contacts list before
he got off and I had a broad smile on my face all the way to Saint Agnes'
School's bus stop.

   I climbed off of the bus and who was the first girl that I saw...Angela
Whitfield, the biggest lesbian of the whole school, I looked over at her
waiting close to the gates into school like a spider in its web, I thought,
'Fuck it...I'm too happy to put up with her shit before class!' and I
turned and walked slowly towards my usual pre-school walk.

   I walked from the bus stop to the first side road on the right...the
road that David had parked his car on yesterday while he was chatting me
up. I stopped on the corner of the side street and looked at the spot where
David had been parked.  I'd never stopped like that on my morning
walk...I'd been at this point around six hundred times so far and never
just stopped and looked around me.

   I heard a car behind me on School Road, I looked over my shoulder, it
was a red Audi RS8, a very expensive, very sporty car...'Penis
Extension!'...popped into my mind, the man driving the Audi was in his
forties, mum always said that middle-aged men drove cars like that to make
up for a deficiency in their equipment locker...I knew that comment meant
the man would usually have a small cock...'He's slowing, is he checking me
out?'

   I looked again...'No, he's looking past me, looking up the street', he
obviously didn't see what he was looking for because he sped up and took
the next turning on the right.  I saw a man walk out of number ten, I'd
seen him six hundred times before, he left his house at exactly the same
time every day...I was often opposite his house when he left home in the
morning to go to work.  But while he was always spot on time...because of
the vagaries of the traffic and public transport, I was usually at
different points along the street.  I spotted a red flash further up the
road, the front wing of the Audi, he stopped and reversed out of
sight...well, I was here earlier and he hadn't stopped before so it
obviously wasn't me that he was interested in...the young man who lived at
number ten must have been who he was looking for...then another
thought...'If the man from number ten was who he was interested in, why did
he reverse out of sight, rather than drive down the street to talk to him'.

   I chuckled to myself, David would say that it was something sexual...to
David, everything was sexual!

   I'd seen the man six hundred times but I'd never looked at him
before...not really looked at him, he looked about twenty-five years old,
he looked solid...not fat, a solid character, he was dressed 'Just so',
nothing out of place, clean shoes, pressed suit, sharp collar and his tie
coordinated with his shirt...clean shaven and a sheen to his face that
suggested that he moisturised after shaving and his hair was brushed and
combed to perfection too.  I wondered what his face would feel like if I
kissed him and then I had a little giggle to myself.

   He crossed the road and walked behind me, as we passed, he said "Good
morning."

   I responded likewise.

   As soon as he was out of sight of the driver of the red Audi, the car
rolled forwards again and then turned into the street.  I started to move,
walking slowly up the street as the Audi drove down, I watched the Audi
slow and stop outside number ten.  The driver almost ran to the side of the
house, he was met by a young woman stepping out of the side door of the
house, I only saw her because I was directly opposite the passageway to her
back garden now.  I was a little surprised to see the woman that I assumed
was the wife of the man who had just left for work was only wearing a very
short, very sheer nighty that was almost totally see through, outside her
house.

   There was an embrace and then I heard, "You cut it finer and finer every
day, one day, John will catch you!"

   "I know my brother well enough...he's never early...never late...I could
set my watch by him!"

   I had another chuckle to myself, David had mentioned that fucking a
family member could be fun, another comment that I thought was just one of
his fantasies but here was the proof...not true incest, she was only
related to him by marriage but I would never have believed it happened
yesterday and today I had my proof.  I wasn't making it obvious that I was
watching the couple, I was fiddling with my phone as I stood opposite them,
she must have seen me but she was more interested in him than worrying that
I may have seen her out of her house wearing just a nighty.

   He picked her up and swivelled her around, her bum was totally exposed
because he'd dragged her nighty up a little when he picked her up, then he
carried her into the house.

   I just stood there looking at the house, I suddenly saw her at the front
bedroom window, her nighty was gone now, I could see her breasts as she
opened the front bedroom window, then I saw him, also bare chested, he
wrapped her in his arms, he was pulling her towards the bed, she was
giggling, "Be patient darling, let me close the curtains first!"

   He dragged her away, the curtains only half closed, her giggling turned
into squeals and, "Not that hole Brian...your brother likes to fantasise
about screwing me there and he often tests it with his finger to see if he
can talk me into letting him do it there...I don't want him to find it
loosened tonight when we have sex."

   I shook my head, he wanted anal sex...his brother wanted anal sex...she
didn't, mind you, I didn't really want to do it that way but John and Brian
between them managed to open that door and make it fun.  What a
coincidence, that the two brothers who wanted anal sex with the women were
a John and Brian, just like the two men who opened that door for me
earlier.

   I walked on with a little more purpose now and thinking about anal sex
had reminded me that I had a tampon up my bum and I could feel it as I
walked...I could feel the tampon in my pussy too and as I walked, I twisted
my hips, putting a swish in my tail, in my mind, the blue string hanging
down out of my bum was swishing from side to side like a Weimaraner dog's
tail.

   I was about to walk across the next junction, the road to the right ran
behind the cafÃ(C)'s back door but it was a cul-de-sac so I'd never walked
down that road before.  I looked down it and spotted the postman delivering
letters, he would walk up to the door, push his thumb into the letter box
to lift the flap and then insert the letter, it actually caught me as a
little erotic or was it phallic?

   Perhaps I should ask my English teacher, Mrs Pettigrew whether the right
word was erotic or phallic.  Now David hadn't mentioned postmen when we
were talking yesterday but it was a longstanding urban myth that postmen
screwed all of the lonely housewives on their route.  I just stood leaning
on a lamppost and watched as the postman walked to the end of the road and
he crossed over and started delivering down the opposite side of the road
towards me.  I started walking slowly down towards the back of the cafÃ(C)
I knew that there was a footpath that ran from this little road, down the
side of the sweet shop and to the bus stop, there was another footpath on
the other side of the street that ran further into the estate, the
footpaths made it easier for people to get from their houses to the bus
stop and back.  My back was towards the postman now.

   I heard a sound close behind me, the postman had crossed the road and
was right behind me now, "You thinking of buying the empty house then
darling?"

   I hadn't realised that the house that I was standing, seemingly looking
at, was empty with a for sale board outside.

   "Great location...close to the shop and the bus into Kettering, great
place to bring up kids too, close to one of the best schools in the whole
country...if you have girls that is!  Be nice to have some new blood in the
area."

   I looked over my shoulder and smiled at him.  He had his post bag over
his left shoulder, he had a hand rolled cigarette in his hand, "I don't
suppose that you have a light do you?"

   I looked at the cigarette in his hand and shook my head, "No, sorry!"

   "I just need something to help me relax a little..." he held the
cigarette up, "...smoking is a bad habit but there's no tobacco in
this...just a little herbal remedy!"

   "You mean cannabis?"

   He laughed as he nodded his head, he pushed the joint back into his
jacket pocket, "Of course...there are other ways for a man to relax..."

   He raised his eyebrows as he said relax.

   I looked back at the house and the footpath down to the bus stop.  I
felt a touch on the top of my right shoulder, I looked at his fingers, he
was gently stroking the line formed through my blouse over my shoulder by
the shoulder strap of my bra.

   "I don't suppose that you have time to help a fellow relax do you?"

   I checked my watch, "I have twenty minutes...what did you have in mind?"

   His fingertips were on the move now, gently following the line of my
bra's shoulder strap down my back to the back strap of my bra, then his
hand turned to the right and his fingertips followed the line of my bra to
the wings under my arms, "Well, if we had a little more time and a safe
place to do it, ideally, I'd like full sex but because of the shortage of
time and location, how about a blow-job honey?"

   "Where, on the footpath through to School Road?"

   "That's a little too public but the back gate of the empty house is
unlocked and the area behind the gate is totally private though!"

   His fingertips were now easing under my right arm, slipping closer to my
right breast...when the heel of his hand reached my spine he pressed into
my back, pushing me forward down the path to the gate at the side of the
house.

   I opened the back gate and walked through, he closed the gate behind us
and dropped his mail bag on the path behind the gate, he pulled my school
satchel off of my shoulder and dropped that on top of his mail bag and
suddenly he lunged at me, he crashed his lips into mine hard, knocking me
backwards into the wall of the house, there was a flurry of hand
movement...he seemed to be an octopus, he had so many hands, he was kissing
me as he pulled at the buttons down my blouse, almost ripping the buttons
off as he pulled the front of my blouse open, my bra cups lifted above my
breasts again but this time, he wasn't satisfied with leaving my bra under
my chin, he yanked my bra up, pushing the cups above my head and down to
the back of my neck.  Two minutes fondling, kissing and biting my tits and
then he started pulling at the waistband of my skirt, trying to pull it
down.

   I managed to pull my lips away from his, "Stop, you can't fuck me, I'm
on my period!"

   He stopped trying to rip my tits out by their roots and stepped away
from me with a disappointed look on his face, I looked down, his trousers
and underpants were already around his ankles, his six inch long cock
standing to attention...the frenetic activity was all about trying to get
me naked so that he could fuck me all in just twenty minutes flat, now he
looked very disappointed, "Can I still have a blow-job though?"

   I dropped in front of him in a squat, my knees wide open, my skirt
riding up exposing my cunt to him, "I can see the string from your tampon
but where are your knickers?"

   "A man on the bus into Kettering ripped them off of me forty minutes
ago!"

   I reached out and took his cock in my hand, rubbing him to full hardness
again and as I leaned in to take his cock in my mouth I thought, 'Looks
like I'm going to have a bad taste in my mouth all morning long now and
I've finished all of the chocolate that the driver of the Kettering bus had
given me...why couldn't his cock have been a little longer so that I could
have taken it into my throat for him to cum in me?'

   I spent ten minutes working hard on his cock before it spewed slime into
my mouth.

   'Not quite as disgusting as David or the bus driver's spunk...I seemed
to be able to tolerate the taste of spunk more each time I drank it, I
wonder if that was what David meant by the more I did something...the
better it got?"

   I checked my watch, I had around five minutes to get dressed and get to
school so I stood up and he watched me as I tried to pull my bra back over
my head but I didn't have the strength to stretch the elastic of the bra's
underband enough to get the cups over my head

   He tried to help me but even with two of us pulling at it, we still
couldn't get my bra back into place...it was amazing that, in the heat of
passion, he had the strength to stretch my bra enough to pull it over the
top of my head but now, after I'd drained his balls of passion through the
straw built into his penis, even two of us couldn't achieve the same task.

   I ended up having to take my blouse all the way off, I handed it to him
to hold for me as I fought to pull the shoulder straps off, over the
outside of my shoulders, it was then that I realised that a house opposite
my school's gate could see into the space that the postman wanted to fuck
me in...he'd told me that the space behind the empty house's gate was
totally private and I'd believed him.

   I was still facing the house when I finally got my bra off, unfastened
the clasp and put it on the right way round.

   I retrieved my blouse and as I fastened the buttons down the front of my
blouse I thought...'l don't care what David said about refusing an offer of
sex, the postman was definitely off of my trusted men to fuck list.'

   I dipped my hand in my satchel and pulled my tie out of the book
section, pulled the loop over my head and folded my collar over the back.
The postman looked shocked, he was still standing there with his trousers
and underpants around his ankles, his flaccid cock looking at his shoes.

   "Are you a student at Saint Agnes' School?"

   I nodded my head.

   He suddenly jumped into action, he pulled his trousers and underpants up
and hid his cock from me, I thought, 'Much too late for that mate!'

   "How old are you?"

   "I'm fourteen years old!"

   "Never, not with those enormous tits...fucking hell, you're not going to
tell anyone are you?"

   I shook my head and he suddenly relaxed a little, "Well, I suppose if it
doesn't bother you, why should I worry about it?"

   I had to run down the path between the empty house and the sweet shop
and then wait at School Road for two cars to pass before I could run across
the road to reach the school gates, two late monitors with their books full
of demerit slips for late girls in their hands, I almost jumped between the
gateposts as the whistle sounded, I said, "Safe!" and looked at the late
monitors, they agreed with me that I was safe.

   First two periods were art, a vase of flowers had been placed on a table
and twenty girls had to paint, sketch or draw the same subject from twenty
different angles, the lesson was eighty minutes long but we'd been told
that we would only have seventy minutes to complete the picture as well as
we could.

   Our art teacher was Miss Austin, Tracey Austin, one of the youngest
teachers in our school at twenty-five, I had her pegged as one of the band
of lesbian teachers, she liked to walk around the classroom and get really
close to her students...much closer than social protocol dictated and there
were always lots of whispered comments between her and the girls.  She gave
me a strange look as she walked around the room...when she came to look at
my work, she whispered, "Is there something different about you today
Sarah?"

   I smiled inwardly, 'I've changed but nothing that can be seen!'

   Tracey was looking at me as I carefully drew the vase at the bottom of
my picture and tried to represent the tangle of stalks holding the flower
heads up.

   "You look much more confident today Sarah...now remember, you only have
until ten minutes past ten to put in your best effort!"

   There was far too much to draw in just seventy minutes so I'd opted to
draw just one flower head of each of the different blooms and for the rest,
I'd just do a little abstract shading in different colours to match the
colours of each flower head in the vase.

   "Stop painting, drawing or sketching please ladies!"

   I was about the last girl to be vetted, some girls got terrible marks
because they had tried to do it all and had failed to do anything, the
stratagem that I'd used meant that I had four complete flower heads in my
vase and an array of colours roughly lining up with where the various
flowers had been in the vase...I could have stopped at almost any point and
still got a reasonable mark from Miss Austin.

   I got the best mark of the day, ninety-five percent for the drawing and
a merit slip for the extra effort that I'd put into my work...a merit mark
was as good as a get out of detention free card that I could cash in at any
point during the year.

   The bell went for mid-morning break.

   "Right ladies, break time...erm, Sarah Clarke, could you stay behind for
a minute please!"

   As soon as the last girl closed the door, Tracey said, "I'd love to draw
you at lunchtime Sarah, if you don't have any plans for lunch time today
that is?"

   I thought, 'I wonder what's happened to Fiona Cooper, she was Tracey's
latest favourite student...I was nothing like Tracey's usual type, she
liked small, elfin girls, totally flat chested and that was no description
that anyone could pin on me...Oh well, David had said that I should try sex
with a girl at least once before I dismissed it totally and Tracey would be
a far better girl to try it with than Angela Whitfield would be!'

   "I don't have any plans for lunch time miss, I'll be happy to sit for
you!"

   Tracey wrote out a lunch pass, "Right, this will get you into the dining
room ahead of the rest of the students and will allow you to be in school
at lunchtime!"

   I took my pass and popped to the toilet while there was a little of my
morning break left.  I had an urge to poo...apparently, having two loads of
spunk pumped up your bum and the resulting spunk held in place with a
tampon will do that to a girl!

   I pulled the rearmost blue string out of my bum, I closed my eyes as I
dropped the dirty tampon into the sanitary bin at the side of the
toilet...I didn't mind seeing my period blood but I didn't fancy looking at
what I might have pulled out of my bum on that tampon.  I sat on the toilet
and suddenly a flood of very liquid poo fell into the toilet bowl under me,
'just like having had a very fun enema!' popped into my head.

   It was double English before dinner, a very boring lesson but I was
quite good at English so I just got on with it, even though the eighty
minutes seemed to last three hours long.

   I got straight into the dining room, ate my lunch quickly and by a
quarter past twelve, I was knocking on Tracey's classroom door.

   I was a little nervous as I walked in, Tracey asked me to sit by the
window for the best of the light.

   "Would you be willing to take your school tie off for me please Sarah?"

   I pulled at the knot, loosening it just enough to pull it over my head.
I was about to straighten my collar but was asked to leave it standing up.

   "Could you unfasten your top button for me please Sarah?"

   I popped the top button.

   "Open your neck a little wider please?"

   I pulled at the collar of my blouse and the second button popped open
too, that buttonhole had been stretched when the postman almost tore my
blouse open earlier, I saw Tracey smile at my wide open neckline.

   Tracey was drawing in large movements, she was roughing out the general
shape of my face on the large sheet of paper, "Sarah...can I ask you a
rather personal question please?"

   I nodded my head.

   "Please try to keep your head still Sarah!"

   "Sorry Miss, yes, you can ask me anything you like Miss."

   "It's okay to call me Tracey when there are just the two of us in the
room Sarah!"

   "Okay Miss...erm Tracey."

   "If you don't want to answer my questions, it is okay to just say that
I'm being too personal but, well...are you sexually active?"

   I thought, 'Here it comes, the...I'm looking for a new girl to lavish my
love on and I'd like her to be you!' And then a subordinate thought fired
off as soon as the last thought had ended, 'How come David was so bloody
right yesterday...he said that after losing my virginity yesterday, I'd see
sex all around me and I'd spot all kinds of sexual offers.'

   I'd taken too long to answer, "Too personal a question Sarah?"

   "Sorry, no, I was just thinking...yes, I am sexually active."

   She looked at my face and smiled, she pressed a little too hard on the
pastel stick, it snapped and fell to the floor in front of me.  I was about
to move to pick up the pink pastel and Tracey stopped me, I'll get it, try
not to move.

   I looked at her as she leaned forwards in her seat in front of the
easel, she had to really stretch to reach the pastel on the floor by my
feet and I got a perfect view down the front of her dress, I saw both
breasts clearly, she wasn't wearing a bra but then she didn't have too much
to put in a bra, she was probably smaller than a thirty-two 'B' cup...I
smiled, 'Was it all a setup...was she flashing me to see how I reacted?'

   She sat back at her drawing again, "So Sarah...you're lover, I'm
assuming it's a 'He!' I've seen the way that you reject Angela Whitfield
every day!"

   "Yes Miss, they have all been men...so far!"

   Her smile broadened at my comment about having multiple lovers at the
age of fourteen, "So, what do you like to do with your boyfriend then
Sarah?"

   "What do you mean miss?"

   "Well, do you perform oral sex on him?"

   "Yes."

   "Did you have oral sex with him before school this morning Sarah?"

   "Yes."

   She smiled again, "I thought that I recognised the smell of fresh semen
on your breath when I was checking your work this morning...erm, Sarah...is
your lover a close family member?"

   I chuckled, "No miss, definitely not...none of the men I've been with so
far are related to me although at least three of them have had sex with my
mother as well as me."

   "Can I feel your collarbone please?"

   'Here it comes...'

   "If you want to!"

   She stood up and moved in closer to me, she was feeling across my
shoulder from my arms to just under my chin, feeling my bone structure
under my blouse, I'd expected her to head south and explore 'Titty Land'
but she didn't, "I see what looks like dirty finger marks, it looks like
someone with dirty hands had stroked down over your bra's shoulder strap
and then followed the back band to under your arms."

   "Yes, the man I gave oral sex to on my way into school this morning, I
didn't realise how dirty his hands were!"

   Tracey started to move back to her easel, "Did you wash yourself out
after his fingers were in you?"

   "He didn't put his fingers inside me, just his cock in my mouth!"

   Tracey worked on my picture and occasionally she would toss a question
at me like, "I take it that you like giving men oral sex?"

   "Yes miss."

   A little more drawing and, "Do you like having vaginal sex with men?"

   "Very much so Miss but I've only had vaginal sex with three men so far
but I loved every minute of it."

   There was another flurry of drawing and, "Do you like any other kinds of
sex Sarah?"

   "I started anal sex this morning miss and even though it hurt a lot at
the beginning, I loved doing that in the end as well."

   That caused Tracey to chuckle and I realised that I'd made a little
double entendre, "You mentioned that you had sex with three men who had all
had sex with your mother...would you like to tell me how that came about?"

   I went into great detail about what happened when I was nine years old
and my mother went into the men's toilet with Brian and Alan and how John
had turned up and that John had screwed my mum up her bum and then I went
on to my meeting with Brian and Alan on the bus from my village to
Kettering and how, because I was on my period, I'd thought that all I could
offer them was oral sex but they didn't care that I was bleeding, they both
fucked me while I was sucking the other one's cock until we were joined on
the bus by John, the man who had opened my mother's bum up for sex, "He
eventually managed to get his cock up my bum..." I realised that Tracey had
stopped drawing, her eyes were closed down to squints and her left hand was
in the pocket, set into the side seam of her dress, it looked to me like
she was actually masturbating herself gently through her pocket as I went
through every gory detail of my anal deflowering at John's hand and then
how Brian had been rough with me as he pulled me into position in front of
him and followed along John's semen path into my bum even though Brian's
cock was twice as fat as John's cock.

   I stopped talking and there was a deep sigh from Tracey before her eyes
opened wide and she yanked her hand out of her dress' pocket, there were a
few calming...deep breaths and then she looked at her drawing board, "I'm
not going to finish this today...can I take a few photographs of you so
that I can use the photographs to finish my drawing please Sarah?"

   "Sure Miss, no problem."

   Tracey went to her desk and took a very expensive camera from her
drawer, the camera had a massive lens mounted on the front of the camera's
body and there was a ring flash around the end of the lens.  Tracey took
several photographs of my face and a few that, judging from the camera's
angle, were nowhere near my face.

   "Nice camera Miss!"

   Tracey was checking the pictures that she had just taken and said,
almost absentmindedly "It's my husband's back up camera...he's a commercial
photographer during the week and does his own projects at the weekends."

   "Erm Miss, if you're married...how come you're still Miss Austin and not
Mrs...somebody or other?"

   "Well, I married another Austin so it would have been more confusing to
explain why I hadn't changed my last name after marrying so I just didn't
bother telling anyone that I'd married...anything for a simple life!"

   Tracey turned the back of her camera to me, my face filled the screen,
"Your face came alive when I took this picture Sarah, do you like to have
your photograph taken?"

   I knew that so many of my classmates were so disappointed by their body
image that they hated being in photographs taken or appearing in
performances on stage in front of anyone but I loved being the centre of
attention so I nodded my head, "Yes Miss, I guess so!"

   She was looking away from me as she said, "My husband's studio is on
your bus route from here into Kettering...it used to be Kettering Aluminium
Supplies on The Telford Way Industrial Estate, you may have seen the large
sign over the door, 'KAS', my husband kept the same sign and just tells
everyone that it stands for Keith Austin Studios now..." she gave me a sly
sideways look, "...if you're ever passing the trading estate on a Saturday
or a Sunday and see a car in the car park of KAS, knock the door, Keith
would love to give you the guided tour if you're interested in seeing
around a professional photo studio!"

   'Subtle Miss...very subtle indeed!' I just smiled at her and then she
wiped her hands on her towel, "Right Sarah, thanks for sitting for me, you
have just enough time to go to the toilet before your next class...what is
it this afternoon...double maths followed by single geography?"

   "Yes Miss."

   I pulled my school tie back on and fastened the buttons at the neck of
my blouse, Tracey stood next to me with her arm over my shoulder and she
thanked me for sitting for her, I was pulled into her side and as an
automatic reaction, I lifted my left arm up and hooked my hand over her
hip, there was no panty line under her dress and as she stepped away from
me, I let my hand drag across her bottom, 'No, definitely no knickers or
bra under her dress.' As my fingers dragged across Tracey's bum, I saw her
face turn into a broad grin and then I hoisted my satchel over my shoulder
and looked at her drawing as I walked past.

   'My face is too high up the picture and she has put in gridlines closer
to the bottom of the page, looks like she's planning on drawing my chest
into the picture later...there was even a little cross about where my belly
button would be if she was drawing that low down my body!'

   When I was at the classroom door, Tracey gave me a parting comment,
"Sarah, if you aren't protected yet by birth control, can I urge you to
make an appointment to see your family doctor to get protection, I'd hate
to lose you in a few months time because you've fallen pregnant...if you
don't feel that you can talk to your family doctor, I can give you the
phone number of a clinic that deals with young girls who are sexually
active!"

   "I will do miss, I'll go and see him tonight."

   "You'll have to ring him up, doctors will never see a patient face to
face at the moment, not without a telephone consultation first."

   I almost ran to the toilet, my tampon had been in my vagina for almost
five hours and my pussy wasn't usually full of semen when I wore my
sanitary towels in the past and I usually changed them every four hours
apart from my overnight towel and I usually wore heavy flow towels
overnight.

   I didn't close my eyes when I pulled the tampon out of my fanny the way
that I had when I pulled the tampon out of my bum.  Considering that this
was the first day of my period, there was a hell of a lot of blood on my
tampon, my first day would usually only be a few spots...but then, I was a
virgin back then and I definitely wasn't a virgin at the moment!

   I inserted a fresh tampon and headed off to maths class.

   I walked into our maths classroom and for the first time, Fiona Cooper
didn't have her best friend sitting next to her, 'Wow, she really has
fallen out of favour, even her best friend won't sit next to her in class
now!'

   I settled in next to Fiona and said "Hi."

   She smiled at me and said, "How was your lunch with Tracey?"

   I returned her smile, "Interesting...to say the least...hey, how come
you weren't Tracey's model today?"

   Fiona looked awkwardly towards the teacher's desk, "Keith's going
through a busts and bums phase at the moment!"

   She gave me a sideways look to see if I was going to ask who Keith was
but I didn't, I already knew that Tracy's husband was called Keith.

   She looked at me square on now and gave me a broad smile, "If you're
planning on visiting Keith at his studio, you'd better be prepared for him
to be a pain in your arse..." That comment caused Fiona to burst out
laughing loud which drew the attention of our maths teacher who challenged
her.

   "Sorry Miss, I couldn't remember the acronym to work through a maths
problem and every time I hear BODMAS it makes me laugh, especially when
it's in Sarah's accent Miss."

   "Well try to keep your enthusiasm in check please Miss Cooper."

   Fiona whispered, "I tried to let him do me the way he wanted to but it
was just too painful...his cock is so big that even when he does me the
normal way it's always painful for the first few minutes until I get used
to him being in me!"

   I whispered, "But I thought that Tracey was a lesbian...I mean, I
thought that you and here were...well...doing it together!"

   That caused Fiona to laugh again but fortunately not quite so loud this
time.  "I do swing both ways but Miss Austin has never made a pass at me,
she just pimped me to her brother!"

   "Who was he?"

   "I thought that you already knew that Tracey's brother was called
Keith!"

   "You mean that Tracey's brother is Keith Austin of Keith Austin
Studios..." Fiona nodded her head.

   "Tracey told me that Keith was her husband!"

   "Well, I guess he is that as well but he was her twin brother first!"

   "Wow, David never warned me that sex could be quite this twisted...just
that I'd find it everywhere I looked."

   It was the first time that I'd actually sat next to Fiona, the first
time that I'd actually talked to her...I'd discounted her in the past
because I thought that she was a lesbian and until today, I'd avoided all
of the girls that I'd tagged as Sapphists in the past.  I found that
because Fiona was a bi-sexual rather than outright lesbian like Angela
Whitfield, that totally altered the way that she acted...I knew that if I
sat next to Angela, her hand would be on my knee and heading up my skirt
within seconds of the class starting but sitting next to Fiona was just
like sitting next to any other girl.

   As we moved from the maths classroom to the geography class, Angela
Whitfield muscled in between me and Fiona, draping her arms over our
shoulders, as we walked along chatting to each other, she said, "Afternoon
girls...so which one of you is going to sit next to me and help take my
mind off of boring geography this afternoon?"

   I over reacted, throwing Angela's arm off of my shoulder and spitting
"Keep away from me you freak!"

   Now, my comment would usually result in some sort of violent reaction
from Angela and there would usually have been a whole lot of pushing and
pulling and even a slap or two but Fiona just stepped in between Angela and
me, it was actually laughable really, Fiona was one of the smallest girls
in our year at school and Angela was the biggest, well, in height and
weight at least, I was the second biggest, just slightly shorter than
Angela and around a stone lighter but I had bigger breasts.

   Fiona sacrificed herself to stop me and Angela getting into a fight.  I
watched as Angela dragged Fiona to the back of the geography classroom and
I was distracted throughout the lesson...looking back at Angela and Fiona,
Angela put on quite a show for me because I kept looking back at them and I
got to see most of the action as Angels stripped Fiona's knickers off of
her and spent most of the forty minutes finger fucking Fiona while Fiona
reciprocated on her.  Angela took great delight in exposing Fiona's pussy
to me as she finger fucked her during the lesson.

   'Actually, I wouldn't be too upset if Fiona had wanted to touch me in a
classroom but Angela would definitely be off of my list of potential sex
partners while Fiona...I'd leave as a possible...after all, David had told
me that I should at least try a girl once before dismissing it altogether.

   I waited for Fiona after class, Angela was out of the room like a rocket
but Fiona was hanging back a little.

   I walked over to her, "Sorry about that Fiona, I was looking forward to
continuing our chat...erm, did Angela steal your knickers?"

   Fiona shrugged her shoulders, "I never come to school wearing good
knickers, sometimes they get ripped if I struggle and other times they just
get stolen."

   I chuckled, "My knickers were ripped off of me this morning on the bus
to school, so I've been commando all day!"

   Fiona smiled at me, "I'd better get off, my mum will be driving around
outside waiting for me."

   I walked across the road with Fiona, we walked to the side street where
I'd be meeting David, I pointed his car out, "That's my boyfriend David's
car!"

   Fiona looked up the road, "My mother's up there by the corner."

   "Come and say hi to David!"

   I opened David's door, "Hi darling, this is my friend Fiona."

   He leaned forward, "Hello darling, what year are you in?"

   Fiona looked over at me...okay, it was easy to believe that Fiona was
actually younger than me because of the disparity in our sizes, she looked
back at David and said, "I'm in Sarah's class, pleased to meet you David."

   "You're very pretty Fiona...would you come with Sarah to my next party
please?"

   Fiona nodded her head, "I love parties."

   I said, "See you at school tomorrow Fi."

   She nodded and then she skipped from David's car to her mother's, just
like the eight year old girl that she looked!

   I slipped into the passenger seat next to David, he was watching Fiona
as she skipped to her mother's car, "Did you take her knickers off in
class?"

   "What?"

   He gestured with his head towards Fiona and I looked a little closer at
her, as she skipped along, the back of her skirt flicked up, exposing her
bare buttocks, "I thought you might have taken my advice and tried a little
fun with one of the lesbian girls at school!"

   I chuckled, "No, Fiona threw herself on her sword for me, I was about to
get into a massive fight with the Queen dyke of Saint Agnes's School
because she was making a pass at me and Fiona stepped in between us and
took the heat off of me and Angela ripped her knickers off in class while I
was watching them."

   "Oh...I'm sorry, I thought that you might have introduced her to me
because you'd tried her out a little...I invited her to a party in the hope
that you'd do a turn with her to excite me a little...I would never have
invited her to a party if I'd realised that you hadn't been playing with
her already!"

   "I'd have a go with her if you wanted to watch and if it would turn you
on...I sat with her for eighty minutes today and I realised that I actually
quite like her.  But no, I've been concentrating on sex with men today!"

   "Really, what have you done so far today then?"

   David was really impressed as I rattled through the list of men that I'd
had sex with on my way to school and what I'd done, "So...can I use your
bum today then or do I have to wait until you've recovered a little?"

   "I don't need to recover...I'm okay...by the way, you started my period
early last night after you fucked me.  And on that subject, will you take
me to Kettering to see my doctor on our way home please?"

   David put the car in gear, "Won't they just make you have a phone
appointment at the minute?"

   "They'll try but I want to get on birth control implants while I'm on my
period, if they try to make me wait two weeks just to talk to my doctor on
the phone, I'll be pregnant by the time I actually get into see him!"

   As we drove into Kettering I saw the sign for The Telford Way Industrial
Estate,...I spotted the huge KAS above the door of one of the older
buildings and the fact that there were eight cars in the car park in front
of the building.

   We parked in the car park of my doctor's surgery, two years ago,
pre-covid, that car park would have been packed with cars at this time of
the day and David would have struggled to get a parking space anywhere but
now, post-covid, so few people were getting to see their doctor that I was
surprised that the gypsies hadn't taken over the unused space.

   We got out of the car and David shouted over, "Hi Simon...how's things
mate!"

   A lanky man stopped just outside the doctors reception, "Hey, how you
doing man...what you doing with Sarah?"

   Now it shocked me a little that one of David's friends knew my name
until I looked closer at him, 'Oh my God, that's my second cousin Simon or
as he calls it, kissing cousins.  I'd first met him a year ago at the
wedding of a very distant relative.  I was sitting with my mother and
father, I had just turned thirteen and was in the dining room while most of
the kids were in the disco area, mum kept pestering me to go and dance, go
and find someone to talk to, someone to dance with, I'd said that I didn't
know anyone, my mother told me to dance with Simon and she gestured with
her head towards a lanky boy leaning against the wall on the other side of
the room.  He was just lounging there looking around the dining room.'

   "Hi sarah, I'm surprised to see you with a dirty dog like David after
the way that you reacted to me last year!"

   "Hi Simon...I'm a little older...and wiser now!"

   He smiled at that comment, he pressed the button on the door frame, it
wasn't quite a front door bell to the doctor's reception, it alerted the
receptionist to the fact that someone was waiting outside, as soon as the
space in front of her desk was clear, her voice came out of a little
speaker, "Next patient please!" and Simon pushed the door open and walked
in to the reception area.

   David said, "How come you know Simon?"

   "Apparently he's a kissing cousin of mine, or that's what he told me as
he kissed me at a family wedding last year!"

   David suddenly looked like he was formulating a plan as I thought back a
year.

   I was just sitting in the hotel's larger function room, really bored, I
was next to my mother and my father was on the other side of the table to
us and all of the other kids seemed to know each other and had all filtered
out to the disco area in another room...I didn't know anyone at all and I
was firmly glued to my mother's side.

   Mum pointed out a boy, he looked fifteen or sixteen years old and he was
on his own, leaning against a wall, just looking around the room aimlessly.

   "Why don -(TM)t you go and dance with Simon?"

   I gave her my best confused look, I really didn't know any of the other
kids at the party, a few I'd seen before but only at a distance, mum
gestured for Simon to come over, when he reached our table, mum told him to
take me for a dance.

   He grabbed my right wrist and pulled me to my feet, then he dragged me
across the dining room and through the doors into the disco area.  As soon
as the door closed, shutting out the white light from the dining room,
Simon jumped at me.  We were engulfed in the dark disco area that was
actually flooded by ultra violet light at our end of the room with flashing
multicoloured lights from the disco set up at the other end of the room. 
Simon spun me around and he planted his mouth firmly on mine and he held me
in a kiss as I tried to fight him off.

   As soon as I managed to break our kiss, I pulled away from him and said,
"What the hell are you doing?"

   "Come on Sarah, we're kissing cousins, it's okay for us to kiss!"

   He was at least three years older than me and was probably well used to
kissing girls but he was actually the first boy to kiss me and it had
shocked me a lot.  While I was off balance, I was pulled again, he dragged
me across the dance floor and out into the car park at the back of the
hotel where he pulled me into another clinch and kissed me again.  I was a
little more ready for the kiss this time and as we were alone in the car
park, let him kiss me until he took the next step.  His right hand moved
from the small of my back and cupped under my left breast, I started to
fight him off again and as he said, "Oh come on Sarah, it's okay for
kissing cousins to have sex!", he was pressing his abdomen against my
belly, poking his cock into me through his trousers and my dress as he
pulled me tighter into his body with his left hand on my bum.

   I bobbed down and twisted my body to slip out of his grasp and I ran
back through the disco area and into the dining room again.

   I saw a man standing at my mother's side, they seemed to be making some
kind of deal, they were shaking hands as I walked across the dining room.
My dad was looking around the room with a huge grin on his face until he
saw me, then his smile dropped into a frown and he cleared his throat to
get my mother's attention.

   Mum looked over at me, then she made a hand gesture to the stranger that
looked like the kind that meant, 'I'll be just two minutes!' and the man
walked away from the table and my father followed him in the direction of
the hotel's reception desk.

   I dropped into the seat at the side of my mother, "You didn't dance with
Simon for very long Sarah!"

   I was a little grumpy as I said, "He tried to kiss me..."

   "I can see that you've been kissed darling, your lipstick is smudged!"

   "...I told you that this dress made me look too old and the bra under it
makes me look like a tart!"

   Mum started to fix my lipstick, "Don't be silly darling, there are eight
year old girls here that are wearing far more revealing dresses than you're
wearing!"

   "Yes...but the eight year old girls don't have anything to reveal!"

   My father returned to our table and he discretely dropped a hotel room
key in her handbag, but not discretely enough for me to miss it.

   Simon chose that moment to return to the dining room, my mother made an
apologetic face and mouthed the word, 'Sorry,' in Simon's direction.

   Mum picked her handbag up and told me that she would be back in a little
while.

   I watched as she walked over to Simon, she took his hand in hers and
they walked back into the disco area.  I followed at a trot and went
through the door into the disco area.  My mother stood out like a double
decker bus in a car park full of mini cars.  She was wearing a white party
frock with white French cut knickers under it and standing under the
ultraviolet lights, her dress stood out as well as her knickers under it,
both caught by the ultraviolet radiation.

   They were almost standing still on the dance floor, faces locked
together in a massive kiss and I could see Simon's left hand covering my
mother's right breast as they stood there kissing, head and shoulders
taller than all the other kids dancing in the disco.

   An arm looped over my shoulder, I thought that it was my father and
worried a little that my father might be upset seeing Simon's left hand on
his wife's breast.

   I was pulled away from the door and deeper into the darkness...closer to
my mother and Simon.  I was turned and pulled into a dance pose and started
to dance with...hell, the kiss he just gave me certainly wasn't my father
kissing me, he danced me into my mother, bumping my bum against hers, just
as Simon's hand dropped from her tit and slid down over her belly to her
pussy.  I was so close to them that I actually heard my mother say to
Simon, "You can't fuck me today darling, I've got an appointment with a man
in a minute, but we can go outside and I'll give you a blow job if you
like!"

   Simon let go of her fanny and dragged her out the back door and into the
car park where he'd played with my tit a few minutes earlier.

   I was watching them go through the door when the man I was dancing with
kissed me again and then he whispered in my ear, "My son Simon's a lucky
bugger!"

   I pulled away from him and headed back into the dining room again, I
wasn't too up on families and family relationships but if Simon was my
second, or kissing cousin, that made him a first cousin of my mother's and
that meant that her giving him a blow-job would definitely be classed as
incest in England and Simon's father could well be my uncle, so the way
that he was kissing me was also totally wrong!

   I stomped over to my seat at the table and flopped down in my chair, my
dad looked over at my smudged lipstick and handed me a tissue to wipe the
side of my mouth, I wiped the corner of my mouth and looked at the tissue,
bright scarlet wax...I wiped my lips totally clean, the tissue looked like
I'd just used it to clean up a murder scene with it.

   "I think I'm too young for makeup dad!"

   "Don't be silly darling, you looked very pretty with your makeup
on...very pretty and damned sexy too."

   "Dad, I'm too young to look sexy!"

   "That's ridiculous darling, me and your mother had been going out for
almost a year by the time she was your age and we both knew that we would
get married as soon as she was old enough!  It really is time for you to
start to take an interest in men darling, you need a boyfriend to help stop
you being so bored at parties."

   Mum chose that moment to walk back into the dining room, she walked over
to dad's side, leaned over him and kissed him with her tongue in his mouth.
I saw my father's mouth turn into a broad grin as he sucked her tongue.

   Mum looked at me, "Would you like me to fix your lipstick again
darling?"

   I shook my head, "No thanks mum!"

   She used the little mirror in her handbag to reapply her own lipstick,
then she patted my father's shoulder, "Sarah looks bored to death...why
don't you take her home, I'll take a taxi home when I'm finished darling."

   "I won't be able to sleep until you get home so, instead of calling for
a taxi, ring me and I'll pop out and pick you up!"

   Mum blew me a kiss and she walked towards the hotel reception and
started to climb the stairs up to the bedrooms and you know what...the
thirteen year old me didn't see a damned thing wrong with what she was
doing because, often when we were out, she would just walk off, disappear
for several hours at a time, leaving my father to take me home...now
though, with the aid of sexually aware vision, I reviewed my memories with
a new interpretation.  She'd dressed me, made my face to make me sexually
appealing, set me up to dance with an over active sixteen year old boy to
try and kick-start my sex life and after failing with that, she'd gone to
the bedroom of a stranger who just happened to be stopping in the hotel
overnight where one of our family parties was being hosted.

   I was brought back to today by a touch on my arm from David, "I
said...would you let Simon fuck you on your way home while I watch the two
of you?"

   "I'm sorry darling..." his smile dropped, "...I was away with the
fairies for a moment or two...yes, of course I'll do it with Simon for you
if you want me too."

   David got his smile back, just as the little speaker in the doorframe
barked out, "Next patient please!"

   I left David outside and walked up to the reception desk, "How can I
help you Ms?"

   "I'm Sarah Clarke and I'd like to see Doctor McGregor today please!"

   "I'm sorry Sarah but the doctors aren't seeing patents face to face at
the moment, I'll get him to telephone you at home...the next appointment is
sometime between twelve and eight pm in fourteen days time!"

   "A telephone call is no good, I need to go on birth control implants and
I'm on my period at the moment so today is the perfect time for me!"

   "Well, I'm sorry my dear but the doctors aren't seeing patients face to
face without a telephone call first...now if you'd like to step away from
my desk, I have another patient waiting outside, please follow the one way
system to the exit."

   I looked at the main door, "That's my boyfriend...not a patient...and
he's waiting to have sex with me but I'd like that sex to be a little safer
than just close my eyes and wish for the best!"

   I stepped away from the reception desk and took my phone from my school
satchel, woke the phone up and pressed the contacts app, found Alexander
McGregor in my contacts list, not his office number, his personal mobile
number.

   "Hi Sarah...is everything okay darling?"

   "Sorry Alexander, I'm in your reception and I need to go onto birth
control implants and your receptionist has given me an appoint for a
telephone call in a fortnight's time...well, I'm on my period at the moment
and by two week time, I'll probably be pregnant and I don't want to have a
chemical abortion before I can start on the implants."

   "You know that I'm going to get hell from my receptionist for this don't
you?"

   "She loves you, she'll get over it!"

   I was getting confused looks from the receptionist, she had asked for
the next patient when I'd said Alexander's name so had missed who I was on
the phone too and she would have picked up the phone if I'd called the
surgery number, her confusion deepened when her intercom buzzed and Dr
McGregor said, "Send Miss Clarke through please Anna!"

   I just managed to dodge the laser beams that were shooting out of her
eyes in my direction, she growled, "Doctor McGregor will see you now Miss
Clarke!"

   I thanked Doctor McGregor for seeing me and he said, "I'm going to have
to do some rather intimate examinations Sarah...would you like a nurse to
come in and act as chaperone?"

   "No thanks Alexander...I don't want your staff to hate me any more than
they already do!"

   We had a long chat about why I wanted to go on birth control and I
pointed out that I'd lost my virginity less than twenty two hours ago and
I'd already had full sex with three men, anal sex with two men and oral sex
with five men.

   Alexander knew my family very well, he was my father's regular golf
partner and with my newly acquired sexual vision, he had partnered my
mother in a very different kind of game many times, it still involved two
balls but only one stick and up to three holes.

   "Right Sarah, I'm sorry dear but I need to examine both ends...so just
pop behind the curtain, take your blouse and bra off or your skirt and
knickers...whichever you want me examining first...just let me know when
you're on the couch, on your back and lying comfortably please."

   I went behind his curtain and totally stripped off before calling him.

   "You know something Sarah...you're more like your mother every day!"

   "I think I'm going to fall out with you 'Dr G' if you keep insulting me
like that!"

   He was laughing as he palpated my breasts, I grinned at my thought
process, 'What...no dinner...not even a drink first Dr G?'

   After squeezing all of the juice out of my tits, he changed to gently
stroking his fingertips all over my tits, then he stroked down over my ribs
and finally, pressing all over my stomach and lower abdomen before saying,
"Sorry again but I'm going to have to use the stirrups in the end of the
bed and my speculum to look inside?"

   "I'm sorry doc, that door is full of cotton wool at the moment, do you
want me to pull it out for you?"

   "Yes, I need to see right up to your cervix please."

   So while he was putting the meccano set at the end of his examination
couch, I pulled the blue ripcord and deployed my parachute, straight into
the rubbish bin for clinical waste.

   He stretched my vagina wide open with his speculum and he shone a bright
light up onto my pussy, I actually wondered if he would have lent me his
speculum to help me get even bigger cocks up my bum than I already could
and suddenly he was pulling me up into a sitting position and, while I was
still naked, he turned my left arm so that my forearm was facing him, he
told me that I may like to look away while he did the next bit, I looked at
his window and through the net curtains, I could see David and Simon
talking at the side of an old banger of a car with the name 'Simon' above
the driver's window and just a question mark over his front passenger
window..'So, Simon is driving a car now so he may be a little older than I
thought he was a year ago when my mother tried to feed me to him!'

   I felt a cold sensation against my forearm and a few seconds later he
asked me if I could feel anything, I shook my head and continued watching
the interaction between David and Simon in the car park, "Right Sarah, you
can get dressed now...it's all done, on your way out please see my
receptionist to make a recurring appointment for every three months from
today."

   I'm sure that he would usually have allowed the woman to get dressed
before he'd injected the huge lump of drugs in her left forearm but I
didn't mind him looking at me for a little longer, I liked him and if he'd
asked me to let him fuck me I would have been happy to let him.

   I got a very frosty reaction from the receptionist, she wasn't happy
that I'd circumvented her usual procedure and usurped her position as the
guardian of the doctor's time, I took my phone out of my bag and placed it
on the counter with Alexander's contact details open on the screen.

   "Do I have to call Alexander's mobile phone again, this isn't me playing
games with you, I need my implants topping up four times every year!"

   There was a harrumph from her but she did put my details into her
computer to generate an appointment four times a year on or around the same
day of the quarter.

   I followed the one way system through the clinic and left by the back
door to meet David...Simon was gone and I felt a little let down, 'Did
David offer my body to my kissing cousin and get turned down...was it
because I was such a baby a year ago when Simon wanted to play with my
body?'***

   I didn't want to seem disappointed that Simon had gone, I walked over to
David and kissed him, "Shall we go to my house now then?"

   David shook his head, "We're going to Simon's house for a little fun
with Simon..." I was about to move around David's car to the front
passenger seat but David grabbed my arm to stop me, "...Simon's dad might
be there, he's at work at the moment but Simon rang him to tell him that
you were going around to play!"

   I nodded my head.

   "I didn't guarantee that you would go though, we can just go straight to
your house if you'd rather...I'll ring Simon and let him down, he told me
all about last year when you wouldn't let him or his dad touch your breasts
at their party!"

   "The party wasn't Simon's dad's party was it...I thought that it was a
wedding party or something!"

   David laughed, "It wasn't a wedding party or a birthday party, they call
it a Full Moon Full Swing Party, it's a party for swingers who have kids so
they find it difficult to swing at home...they dump their kids on the
children's entertainers at a massive junior disco and use the hotel's
bedrooms to swap partners, Simon said that it was the only party that they
invited your mother and father to, mainly because your dad wouldn't take
part because you wouldn't stay in the kids disco and your mother went off
with one of the hotel's guests all night that wasn't part of the swingers
group!  It's men like Charley who actually pay for the hotel and the kids
entertainers so that the party can go ahead."

   "What does 'Men like Charley' mean?"

   "Men who want access to women and children for sex who's partners aren't
interested in swinging so they pay to play and swinging families are happy
to get a free party."

   "I remembered back to the night of the full moon party, after my mother
went up to the bedrooms above the function rooms, my father took me home in
his car, it was late but being high summer, it was still light outside, my
dad said, "Why didn't you like your dance with my Uncle Charley...I saw you
dancing with him and you seemed to be enjoying your dance until he put his
hand on your bum and pulled your body in closer to his...is that what upset
you?"

   That comment confused me a little, the first thing was, when I finally
looked at Charley after he told me that he was Simon's father, he actually
looked younger than my father so how could he be my father's uncle and
secondly, I couldn't remember his hand on my bum, I could remember his
pressing his cock into my belly as we danced and he kissed me, that was the
moment that I thought that he wasn't my father dancing with me.

   "No...in the dark, I thought that I was dancing with you, I only left
him when he told me that he was Simon's father, Simon had already told me
that we were closely related so I assumed that his father was an even
closer relation!"

   I looked over at my dad, he was smiling because I'd told him that I
thought that I was dancing with him and then he started shaking his head as
he drove along and he almost whispered under his breath, "I told your
mother that sending you to an all girl school was wrong, she should have
sent you to a mixed school...at least by now, you would be used to talking
and dealing with boys!'

   As we drove home I got the story of how come my father had an uncle who
was two years younger than he was, my grandpa was the eldest of eight
children, he had married my grandmother before his parents had finished
having babies of their own and Charley was born after my father.  I was
actually surprised that I had quite so many uncles and aunties that I knew
nothing about and all because of some kind of family feud that happened
before I was born.

   When we got home, I went straight to my bedroom to get my new party
dress on a hanger as soon as possible, I opened my wardrobe door and looked
at my body in the sexy underwear that my mother had bought for me and I
suddenly noticed that my father had opened my bedroom door and was looking
at me standing there, reaching up to put the hanger my dress was on up on
the rail, I snatched my dress back and held it in front of my body to hide
my sexy underwear from my dad.

   "I'm sorry baby, we didn't have our goodnight kiss before you came up to
bed."

   I kept my dress in front of me as I walked over to my father for our
kiss, I realised that he wasn't looking directly at me, he was looking over
my shoulder at my open wardrobe door, he was actually looking at my back in
the reflection.  I'd expected a kiss on my forehead as usual but he lifted
my chin and he kissed my cheek, right at the side of my mouth, there was an
awkward smile on his face as I backed away from him and he closed my
bedroom door.

   David put his hand on my knee as he drove to Simon's house, dragging me
back from my memories, just as we went past KAS again, this time there were
just two cars in the car park, one of the cars stood out, a new mini car
with the registration number, 'T124CEY' but the number '2' had been twisted
and put close to the '1' to make it look like a crooked 'R'.  I would have
spotted the car without the number plate, it belonged to Tracey Austin and
not many people would pay extra on top of the twenty thousand pound price
tag for a Mini Cooper Works special edition with a red ragtop...'Well,
Tracey's brother or her husband, I'd have to try and find out if I just
happened to be in the area over the weekend!'

   We stopped outside a rather tatty council house with a dented old car on
the drive, blocked in by Simon's almost equally broken down car, Simon
opened the front door as David and I squeezed up the side of the much more
dented parked car, he had two cans of beer in his hand, "I'd have offered
you a beer too Sarah but David told me that you didn't like the taste of
beer!"

   I nodded my head in agreement.

   Simon guided us to a bedroom, I would have thought it his bedroom but
the bed in the room was much larger than a standard double bed and the wall
opposite the foot of the bed had a sixty inch flat screen TV mounted on
it...quick guess, we were all sitting in Simon's father, Charley's, bedroom
at that moment.

   Simon and David were almost ignoring me as they stripped off, talking
about their season tickets to the Cobblers..l.Northampton Town's football
team, their seats were in different areas of the stadium and they were
discussing travelling to the ground together next season when they bought
their season tickets so that they could sit together at the home
matches...and as they chatted and planned, they drank their beer in the
nude.

   Once they were naked, they sat on the bed looking at me, they continued
talking football but they weren't asking me to join them in the nude...they
weren't even inviting me to join them on the bed, they just sat there
drinking and chatting as they looked in my direction!

   'What are they playing at...why aren't they undressing me?'

   I just stood there looking at David until I heard a car out in the
street, I looked out of the window and recognised the driver as the man
that I'd danced with for a few minutes at the full moon party last year
until he told me that he was Simon's father which made him a closer
relative than Simon was and I'd stormed off.

   'you're being a baby again...no one told David or Simon to get
undressed, they just did it because they are both adults and know that it
is easier to have sex if you're naked than if you're dressed!'

   There was nothing sexy in the way that I undressed, I just stripped off
as quickly as I could, as I took my blouse off, I watched Charley walk from
his car, he didn't squeeze past the wrecked car on the drive, he walked
over the grass, I dropped my bra on the bedroom carpet as he put his key in
the front door lock and as he climbed the stairs, I dropped my skirt on the
floor on top of my bra and blouse.

   I still hadn't sat next to David and Simon on the bed when Charley
entered the bedroom...he rubbed his hands together, "Right, it looks like
it's a game of spin the dildo to see who goes first!"

   Simon almost jumped to the bedside cabinet on the left hand side of the
bed, he pulled the drawer open and looked confused until Charley said, "Try
the other side of the bed, your Anna might have put it in there the last
time she used it!"

   Simon hopped to the right hand side of the bed and found a ten inch
long, black rubber dildo.  I was told to sit by the headboard of the bed, I
questioned it, "Why do I need to be in the circle for spin the dildo...I'm
the played...not a player!"

   Charley said, "If the head of the dildo points at you, you have to use
the dildo on yourself for ten minutes while we ALL watch!"

   I was a little worried about the ALL part of that statement...no problem
if it were just the three of them but ALL was a bigger word than I'd have
used for just the three of them.

   David was placed at the foot of the bed, Simon on the right hand side
and Charley on the left hand side, the bed sheet was pulled tight and Simon
spun the dildo on the surface of the bed, it made two complete rotations
and then stopped pointing at me!"

   Charley said, "Right, you have to use the dildo on yourself for at least
ten minutes Sarah!"

   I picked the dildo up, there was no way that it could be clean, even if
Simon's mother had washed it before she put it in the drawer, Simon had
been touching it and he had just spun it on the bed...close inspection
proved just how dirty it was, a white powdery crust on the outside of the
dildo, 'Dried fanny juice...' popped into my mind, '...another woman's
dried fanny juice!'

   "Erm...can I wash this thing first?"

   I was pointed to where the family bathroom was and I used copious
amounts of hot water and soap to clean the lump of tuber thoroughly, dried
it and then returned to the bedroom...David was holding a massive digital
video camera and Simon was struggling to plug the output lead from the
camera into the sixty inch TV screen.  I was made to lie on my back on the
bed as David got into position to film up into my body, my eyes flicked
over to the screen, my vagina was about three inches long from clitoris to
anus but it was about four feet long on that huge screen...'They're making
a big thing of the fact that the camera is just plugged into a TV for us
all to watch together as I'm doing it, but there's probably a tape in the
camera as well, they could be recording the show to pass around their
friends later!'

   Did I care?  I don't think so, if they had invited the whole street in
to watch me, I would have still done it!

   "Erm guys...I don't want to look a total prat...I've never done anything
like this before, can I have some idea of what you expect me to do with
this thing please?"

   David lowered the camera from his eye, "Just stick the pointy end in
your pussy and do whatever feels nice to you, there is no right or wrong in
sex, just do what makes you happy and feels fun!"

   And that was it, I was riding the big fat fake cock.  I'm sure that I
went at it for longer than ten minutes before Charley told me to stop, I
was actually enjoying myself so much that I could have carried on all
night!

   Charley pulled me down the bed and he climbed on top and started fucking
me, there was only a quick flash of 'What happened to spin the dildo for
running order...' and then I had an orgasm as I realised that it was all a
con, I had been sitting on the bed and the three men had been standing so I
was the only weight on the bed and that had caused the dildo to stop,
pointing in my direction...simple physics really!

   As Charley fucked me he was palpating my buttocks and one of his fingers
drifted into my crack, he felt the tension on my anal muscle and found no
resistance, he pulled my body hard against his and he rolled onto his back,
pulling me on top of him.  I looked over at the TV screen as David zoomed
in on my arse, Charley was pulling my bum cheeks wide open and I could see
that my anus was actually opening and closing as I orgasmed and then the
view was blocked by Simon getting into position, he slipped his cock into
my bum as his father kept fucking me from below.

   David shuffled to the side to film the action between Charley and Simon.
It seemed forever for Simon and his dad to climax and when they did, it was
well synchronised, they both climaxed at the same moment and feeling their
cocks spurting into my body got me to my millionth orgasm as well, a three
way synchronisation.

   I'd thought that I was going to fuck David next...possible David and one
or both of the other men...after all, I had a mouth that had been totally
unused but I was left a little disappointed, Simon took a few minutes to
rest on my back as his cock shrank and by the time Simon pulled out of me,
David was already dressed.  I gave him a confused look but Charley
furnished the answer, "Shit sorry David, me and Simon were so greedy there
that we used up all our time, my wife could be home any minute and we have
to straighten the bedroom before she gets here!"

   Simon let me wipe myself clean and put a fresh tampon in my pussy before
he started rushing me to get dressed, and just to prove how little
attention he had taken of me as I stripped off, he told me not to bother
with my bra and knickers..."Just drop them in your bag and put your blouse
and skirt on."

   David and I were rushed out of the house by Simon as Charley tidied the
bedroom, we drove away from the house and had to turn as the street was a
dead end, we drove back towards Charley's house as a woman stepped out of a
much posher car than Charley or Simon drove, "Is that Anna?"

   David looked at her as she walked across the grass to the front door,
"No, that's Charley's wife, Mary!"

   I shook my head, 'I'm not going to ask who Anna is...it's all much too
confusing!'

   We had to wait at the end of the street for a gap in the traffic and I
dropped, "So, how many people will get to see the video that you have taken
of me today?"

   "David looked over at me and he grinned, "I can't believe what Simon
told me...he said that just a year ago, you ran screaming when all he did
was touch your breast through your dress and that you ran from Charley
before he got close to touching you...how come there isn't even a hint of
shyness now?"

   I returned his smile, "How many roughly?"

   "Well, because you look so much older than you are, the speciality
market won't be interested in watching it but because you could easily pass
for over eighteen, you'll be okay for the mass market, the video will be a
part of a film released all over the world, the price per unit will be
twenty-five percent of the speciality videos but they'll be able to sell
ten times the volume, thousands of people...does that bother you?"

   I thought about it for a minute and then I shook my head as he pulled
out into the traffic and that thought was, 'And how come I'd lost all of my
shyness in such a short time that I wasn't bothered one little bit by the
thought that thousands of people would be watching a video of me
masturbating myself with a huge black dildo and then being double banged by
two men...?'

   I drifted back...back to the time when my shyness came to a head at what
I'd thought was a family party and after when I'd hidden myself from my
father because all I was wearing was the very sexy underwear that my mother
had bought home for me to wear for the party under an equally sexy party
dress.

   Over the next few days my mum and dad had both been bombarding me with
boys...not literally, they just bought up the subject of boys at every
opportunity.

   On Saturday it was so hot that I'd been taken over by a case of terminal
lethargy, just lying on my bed under a fan with all of the windows open, my
mum called me to go into her bedroom, she was in there getting ready to go
out on her own, she was sitting on her bed wearing just her lingerie,
matching bra, knickers, suspender belt and black nylon stockings all in
bright scarlet.

   She gave me a sideways look as she was painting her lips with a thick
coat of pillar box red lipstick, "Your father is a little disappointed that
I've got to go out again today, he was looking forward to doing a little
sunbathing with me in the back garden as it's so nice out...would you be a
love and ask him if he'll take you to the Milton Keynes Lido, take his mind
off of my going out?"

   I shook my head, "I can't go swimming, I haven't worn my swimming
costume for two years and it was small on me then!"

   Mum looked over her shoulder, "Bottom drawer on the right, try the white
bikini on, it should fit you and your father loved me to wear it for him!"

   Back then, I was even too shy to get changed in front of my mother, I
picked out the white bikini and ran for my bedroom, I took my nighty, bra
and knickers off and put her bikini on, it fitted me perfectly which I
found to be very strange.

   I walked back to my mother's room, "Does this look okay mum?"

   She was standing now, she gave me a smile and she nodded her head, "You
look beautiful darling, you'll make your father proud when he sees you
looking like that at the swimming pool."

   Mum pulled her dress over her head very carefully so that she didn't
mess her hair and makeup and when her head came back into the room she
said, "Does your white summer frock still fit you darling?"

   "No, too tight under my arms now!"

   She turned to her wardrobe, "Here, try this on over your bikini."

   I slipped her white summer dress over my head and looked at myself in
mum's mirror, the dress was so sheer that I could make out the bikini I was
wearing under it.

   "Don't you think it's a little too see through for me mum?"

   "Don't be silly darling, you need to wear sheer dresses in this heat..."
she pulled her dress into her belly, "...see, you can see my underwear
through my dress as well."

   Well, that seemed okay to me, I stopped worrying about the dress being
too thin to wear outside.

   "Now go and ask your father if he'd like to take you swimming in Milton
Keynes!"

   Mum brought three towels down for me and my father, two to dry ourselves
off with and one larger towel for us to lie on after our swim, the lido had
a large grassy bank by the side of the pool for people to sunbathe on.

   My father started to fold the towels, he rolled his swimming trunks in
his towel and then he started to roll my towel, I saw a questioning look on
his face but my mother just shook her head and she folded the larger towel,
"Have fun darlings!"

   Mum didn't take her own car, she ran down the drive and climbed into the
passenger seat of a 'Mid Life Crisis' car, I saw the flash of her stocking
tops as she slid into the side of the middle-aged driver.

   I looked at my father's face, he just had a very passive expression on
his face.

   "Do you know that man dad?"

   He nodded his head, "That's her employer darling!"

   "I thought that mum didn't like middle-aged men who drove sports
cars...she always said that they had something missing!"

   He smiled at me, "Not something missing darling, she always says that
they have very small cocks and need the car to make them look bigger!"

   Well, I was a little shocked, that was the first time I'd heard my
mother's saying turned into such a crude statement, mum only ever called it
their equipment in front of me before.

   We drove to Milton Keynes in silence and we went our separate ways
through the changing rooms and then out onto the poolside.  Dad took all
three towels through the changing room and as I walked through the footbath
to kill germs and varookers that might be on my feet, dad was waiting for
me with a grin on his face.

   "You look very pretty darling..." dad looked all around the pool area
and the grassy bank just past the pool, "Would you like to sunbathe a
little before our swim darling?"

   I shrugged my shoulders and then I nodded my head...so we walked over to
the grassy bank and Dad spread our larger towel out on the slope, quite
close to another family, a mother and her two sons, one looked fourteen and
the other around ten years old.

   Dad started to talk to the mother and he kept trying to get me to talk
to the older boy, in the end he suggested that the three of us kids should
all go and play in the pool.  My dad was definitely flirting with the
mother as we kids slipped into the water for a swim...or just a mess about
in the water.

   I kept swimming back to the side of the pool close to my father but he
kept sending me back to play with the two boys...he didn't seem to want me
to get out of the water once I got in there.  I saw my dad and the kids
mother slip into the water and it looked like they were a little too close
for swimming and the mother seemed to get suddenly very happy and she left
my father and collected her boys and left the pool.

   I swam over to my father and we messed around a little before my dad
said that it was time to get out of the pool and do a little sunbathing.

   I was lying on the towel before I realised that the white bikini had
become a little see through in the water and realised that was why my
father didn't want me to get out of the water earlier.

   I was suddenly the centre of a lot of attention from the older swimmers,
they kept walking past me looking at my body as I lay, drying in the sun.
The routine was pretty much the same for each man, walk past me in one
direction, turn a few feet past me and walk back, their trunks always
seemed much fuller on the second pass and by the third, they tried to speak
to me or my father to give themselves an excuse to stand and look at me.

   In the end, I covered myself with my towel, just to stop them looking at
me.

   My dad looked very disappointed, "Are all the men making you feel
uncomfortable darling?"

   "Extreemly!"

   My dad called it a day and we went and got showered and dressed and met
out in the car park.  It was only when I was totally naked and looking at
my almost totally see through dress that I realised that I hadn't brought a
bra or knickers to wear under my dress and as my bikini was so wet, I
couldn't wear it under my dress.  My dad was talking to one of the men who
had just looked at me in the sun and grown a stiffy in his trunks.  I saw
my dad give the man one of my mother's business cards before they parted.

   It was a similar event the following Saturday.  I'd spent the whole week
with either my dad or my mother because I was on holiday from school and
every opportunity they had, they talked about various boys that we knew and
on Saturday, me and my dad went to the open air swimming pool again, my
mother had insisted that I war the white bikini again even though I told
her that it turned see through in the water.  My mother just said,
"Sometimes a girl just has to advertise her wares!"

   My dad encouraged me to get into the water and talk to two boys who were
slightly older than me this time, there wasn't much swimming though, just
using the water to keep cool and after forty minutes, I was left alone and
joined my dad on the towel.  It was a replay of the previous week, men kept
walking back and forth, swaggering as their cocks filled their trunks and
once again, I covered myself with my towel when I got fed up with the men
looking at me all the time.

   My dad checked his watch, I thought that I'd lasted a little longer
before I covered up this week than last week and I also thought that my
father looked a little less disappointed than he had last week.

   "Are all the men making you feel uncomfortable again darling?"

   "Very!"

   I had another week of having boys thrown at me by both of my parents and
once again, on Saturday it was blisteringly sunny and my mother had
something to do without my father once again and I went swimming to the
lido with my father again.

   This time, I slipped into the water with my father and we swam together,
he kept swimming close to boys and men and often he would stop and talk to
one of them and I either joined in with the chat or I swam away...I have no
idea what the criteria was for my father choosing which of the men he
talked too or which of the men that I stopped close too and which I choose
to swim away from.

   We got out of the pool and sunbathed on the grassy bank again.

   The first of the older men that made his parade up and down in front of
my almost naked body and grew his banana shaped cock in his trunks didn't
make me feel as uncomfortable as I'd felt the week before.  He offered me a
drink, I looked at my father and he was smiling at me so I said, "I'd love
a cola please."

   The older man walked off and the stream of other men started again.  I
was beginning to feel very uncomfortable by the sheer number of men who
were ogling me.  When the man returned with my cola and a coffee for
himself and my father, the stream of men stopped and I started feeling a
little more comfortable again.

   There was a gallon of flirting with me from the stranger and we all
spent an hour sunbathing on the bank, I was getting used to the flirting
and comments between the elderly man and me.  The man had to leave and he
hoped to see me again next Saturday, here at the pool.

   As soon as we were on our own again, there was a line of men walking
past me again, my dad looked over at me, I hadn't had to cover up this time
because my bikini had dried out and was almost opaque again.

   "Are all the men making you feel uncomfortable again darling?"

   "Just a little."

   There was a summer storm the following Thursday that ran through to
Sunday, there were pockets of localised flooding all over the south of
England and the storm had drawn the wind direction down from the north,
taking almost ten degrees off of the temperature all over the country, no
chance of swimming at the lido again for the rest of my holiday.

   'So, that explains why I'm suddenly not shy anymore!  My parents had
been desensitising me to exhibiting myself in front of strangers...probably
explains why I let David pick me up yesterday...my parents had been
grooming me for the best part of a year to let the next boy that showed any
interest in me, pick me up.

   "We're home Sarah!"

   I smiled, I was enjoying reliving my past with my new sexually aware
eyesight, seeing all of the things that I'd missed over the last year while
my mum and dad were throwing boys at me from every direction.

   We were in my bed within three minutes of my getting home and why the
delay I hear you asking yourself?  I stopped off in the kitchen to make a
jug of coffee for when my mum and dad got home.  Mum usually filled the
water reservoir on the machine and put the filter paper and ground coffee
in the funnel but she hadn't done that today, I had to do it all, she
hadn't made my bed either but then I remembered, seconds after my leaving
the house this morning, I saw her looking after Mr Souter from over the
back.  She obviously used up all of her time before work letting Mr Souter
fill his condom in her pussy.

   I stripped myself first and then took my crumpled duvet off of my bed. I
was in the conventional 'Girl Submissive' pose, flat on my back with David
on top of me giving me a million orgasms an hour.

   I heard a sound out in the hall, looked over at my bedroom door which
I'd left open an inch when I'd jumped David's bones, I checked the clock,
no one was due home for at least an hour, I looked at the door again, it
was open at least four inches now, not just one.  David lowered his head to
my ear, "I think your dad is watching us...do you want me to stop?"

   I lifted my feet off of the bed and hooked them over his buttocks and
kicked down with my heels, "One more good orgasm first!"

   David drove me through a real screamer of an orgasm...I guess that my
orgasm was more powerful because my father was watching David fuck me
rather than David's skill with his cock.

   I gasped through my climax and panted down to stability, "Would you like
a coffee David?"

   "Please darling."

   I hadn't looked at the door but I knew that my father was there, I
almost whispered, "How about you dad, would you like a coffee too?"

   He gasped, there was a long pause as I wriggled out from under David and
there was a whispered, "Yes please darling!"

   I just caught a sight of my father before he managed to put his cock
away, he had been masturbating as he watched me and David fucking and the
reason it took him so long to put his cock away was because, he had a quart
sized cock and the zipper in his trousers was only pint sized.

   I went to the door and opened it wide, his right hand was covering that
portion of his cock that he hadn't managed to get out of sight inside his
trousers, he was trying to stop me seeing his cock...his left hand was on
the doorknob and when I pulled the door open, it pulled his left hand from
his body, I shuffled in closer to him, pressing my belly into the back of
his right hand as I lowered my right shoulder and lifted it back up again
under his left armpit, I stood on the tips of my toes to kiss him and as my
lips pressed against his, I wriggled my left shoulder under his right arm,
almost forcing him to embrace me, my belly was now pressing against his
cock before he'd finally got it housed in his trousers...having me kissing
him on his lips and my belly pressing against his partially flaccid cock
woke it up in an instant, his cock shaft pressing into my belly and, as it
filled with blood, the head slithered up my belly until it nestled just
between my breasts.

   I smiled at him and said, "How come you're home an hour earlier than
usual daddy dear?"

   "I was at a meeting in Leicester and decided not to go all the way back
to Northampton for thirty minutes work...saved a heap of petrol as well."

   I rocked from one foot to the other, causing my nipples to rub across
the front of his shirt and his cock to slip and slide between my breasts.
As I felt his cock finally reach its full erect state, I realised just why
my mother married him, I had wondered in the past why she did and now that
I felt how big his cock was, I knew.

   I flirted with the idea of making them both wait for their coffees and
pull my dad over to the bed and letting him use whatever hole he wanted to
but I dismissed that idea for the moment.

   I was in the kitchen, still naked fetching a tray to put two mugs of
coffee and a glass of juice on, and I was running through my options...I
could take my father's coffee into his bedroom and then take the tray into
my bedroom with David's coffee and my juice on it, leave my dad in his room
listening to me and David fuck...or, I could take all three drinks into my
bedroom and invite my dad to sit in with me and David while we fucked,
perhaps my dad would join in...dad's would be the biggest cock I'd have
test driven since I qualified as a junior sex addict the day before!

   I was just about to fill the first coffee cup when David called down to
me, "Don't bother with my coffee darling, I've been summonsed home straight
away on pain off death...mum was really pissed with me last night for not
telling her that I'd be late home and ruining my dinner."

   I poured my father's coffee out and took it up to him, not bothering
with a juice for myself or David's coffee.

   I gave my father an awkward look as I handed him his coffee.

   David hugged me, he was dressed already, "Hey...John suggested that I
take you with me for dinner at my house, my mum and dad would love to meet
you!"

   That suggestion put a smile on my face, David spotted one of the sexy
dresses that my mother had bought for me at Christmas to wear to a party
and throw me at any unaccompanied boy or man...actually, she tried to get a
few accompanied men interested in me as well but once again her
Machiavellian plan amounted to nothing and I woke up on Boxing day still a
virgin but the dress was nice, even though six months after mum bought it,
I'd grown a little more so the dress was a little short in length as well
as in circumference around my bust.

   "Put this on for me darling!"

   "David, it doesn't really fit me properly anymore!"

   He smiled at me, "But I'd still love to see you wearing it...just for
me!"

   So I put the dress on, it was tight across my bust but I still looked
good in it, actually better than when I last wore it six months ago with a
frilly bra and thong combination under it...today I didn't have anything on
under the dress and it looked all the better for it.

   David drove me across the border, "Where are we going?"

   "Didn't I tell you that I live in Milton Keynes?"

   "Well, it's obvious that you didn't tell me that because I let you shag
me instead of kicking you in your nuts...I would never willingly fuck with
an MK Don!"

   "Hey...you can call me anything you like but not that...I'm a Cobblers
fan through and through!"

   "Where are we now, I've never been into this part of the planet before?"

   I'm not surprised, these are the badlands, this whole area was one big
red light district until the police and council cleaned it up between them,
the council turned one street of council houses into a hundred apartments,
they blocked the road off and made it into a pedestrian precinct.  Whores
can work openly on the street, they can entice men to go to their
apartments with them and the police won't bother them at all...and all the
rest of the streets of the old red light district have been plastered with
CCTV cameras, any man trying to pick up pussy in his car is fined for curb
crawling and any women touting for customers out of the one street are
picked up by undercover cops.

   I spotted what had been a street at some time in the recent past that
had been blocked off by flower bins and a fresh curb installed.  David was
forced by crawling traffic to slow right down and I could see a few women
working the street, walking up to men and offering them sex for money and
then guiding the men to their apartments.

   I thought it was almost funny watching the sex trade playing out in the
open street until I saw my mother talking to an African guy, trying to get
him to go with her to one of the grubby little apartments.  That certainly
knocked the smile off of my face.

   We left the run down area, crossed one main road into a slightly better
area and pulled up outside David's house.

   We walked in through the front door and David stripped off in the
hallway, folding his clothes into a neat pile on a shelf in a cupboard at
the side of the front door, "Would you like to strip off as well...you
don't have too but you will be the only one dressed if you don't!"

   It was a simple decision as well as a simple act, I pulled my dress off
over my head and followed David through to the living room.

   There was a great squeal and a naked twenty year old woman carrying my
face rushed at me, "Hi Sarah, David told me all about you in bed last
night!"

   I smiled at the fact that David left me earlier than I would have liked
and he ran straight from my bed to hers but then...we weren't really
boyfriend and girlfriend...David was just my sex education teacher and I
knew deep down inside that I'd have to find a boyfriend of my own sometime.

   Dawn fought her emotions for a while before she lurched at me, her left
shoulder buried itself under my right armpit, her lips against my cheek and
her right hand stroking over my breasts, she whispered, "Will you come and
share our bed with us for an hour Sarah?"

   David pealed Dawn off of me, "I told you last night Dawn, lesbianism
makes Sarah feel uncomfortable darling!"

   I looked over at them, Dawn's hand went straight to David's cock, it
looked like it was just an automatic reaction rather than a sexual act. 
There was a movement from the kitchen, David's mother was walking through
the door, she was drying her hands as she said, "What was that shrieking
all about..." she stopped in her tracks, she was looking at my face and
then a second look at my body, "...When David told me about you yesterday,
I have to say that I didn't really believe him but you do have Dawn's exact
face...even if you don't have her body shape!"

   "Well.  I have to say that David failed to mention that your face looks
exactly like my mother's but her body is more like mine than yours!"

   David looked a little shocked, he looked at his mother again and tried
to remember my mother's face from dinner last night and then his face lit
up, "God you're right...I didn't spot it last night but then it was really
hard for me to look at anything but you!"

   Gillian, David's mother said, "Your mother has my face but a body more
like yours, Les, David's father, would love to meet her..." Gill smiled and
added, "...but he'd love to spend a little time with you first!"

   Gill shouted out into the garden, "Les, can you come here a minute
please?"

   I heard a voice from the garden, "Can it wait darling, I've just started
the fire under the barbecue?"

   Gill called out again, "Your loss darling!"

   I heard movement in the kitchen, the sound of running water as Les
washed his hands and Les' voice from the kitchen this time, "Has that
little bugger David phoned yet...I need to know if I'm cooking for him
tonight or not!"

   Les entered the living room, he spotted David first, I saw his eyed
flick straight down to David's cock wrapped in Dawn's fingers...he looked
back at David's face, then at Gill's face and the way that they were both
smirking and looking from him to the space in the living room just behind
the kitchen door where I was standing, he looked at me and said, "Fucking
hell...are you Sarah?"

   I grinned at him and nodded my head.

   "Wow, you have a fantastic body Sarah darling!"

   Gill butted in, "And, would you believe it, her mother looks just like
me but with a body more like Sarah's!"

   Les' cock jumped at the thought of a woman with his wife's face and a
voluptuous body..."I don't suppose that your mother plays away does she
Sarah?"

   "I'm sure that she does but at the moment she's trying to get pregnant
with my father so men have to wear a condom to screw her."

   Les pulled a sour face, apparently he hated wearing condoms like most
men seemed to.

   While I was talking to Les, I heard Dawn sigh and looked over my
shoulder at her...Dawn's hand was no longer wrapped around David's cock,
she was now leaning forward over the table and David was fucking her from
behind...there didn't seem much love in the act, David delivered Dawn an
orgasm and then they both parted, Dawn moving to help her father cook
dinner in their back garden And David coming over to me, he whispered, "I
hope that didn't make you feel jealousy Sarah!"

   I shook my head, "It just looked so ordinary to me, just like it should
happen in every family in the world!"

   After dinner I sat on Les' knee and let him fuck me from below while I
sat talking to Gillian all about myself, just like David and Dawn earlier,
it just felt ordinary to me to be talking to a man's wife while his cock
was in my pussy...I wasn't looking for an orgasm from Les so it was just a
little recreational activity, the perfect way to work off the food that
we'd just eaten for dinner.

   After an evening of fun and games, I went to bed with David for the
night but being a twin, I got a buy one, get one free deal as David and
Dawn always slept together whenever they were both at home, it was as if
they were an old married couple so I got to experience a little lesbian
action with Dawn, she was very careful and broke me into the activity very
gently.