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 ï>¿Homework Club by Isabella

   When I turned eleven, my mother started up-skilling, she knew that as
soon as I turned twelve years old, she would have to work because the
government removed financial support from families when the youngest child
turned twelve.  Mum timed her return to work to coincide with my starting
in year seven at Abbeyfield School.  Mum got a good job in London, Dad was
a travelling salesman so, I knew that there would be after school issues.
Mum was trying to arrange someone to look after me after school but was
shocked to find out that it would cost her two hundred pounds a week for a
childminder to look after me.  Mum asked one of her friends, June
Westfield, what she did to cover the hours between school ending and her
getting home from work.

   June's situation wasn't quite the same as ours, her child was a boy, so
there wasn't the same problems about leaving him at home alone as my mother
would have leaving me, an eleven year old girl at home alone after school
for almost four hours every day but her friend did say something that got
my mother thinking, "Robert goes to the after school homework club, that
keeps him out of mischief for a few hours, it runs from three o'clock until
six thirty, keeps the kids off the streets until we get home...they have
access to computers as well so if a student doesn't have access to the
internet at home, they can use the school's computers after school."

   My mother contacted the school and found out that I would be able to use
the homework club every day if I wanted to.  The only drawback that my
mother could see was that it was a drop in service, rather than a
compulsory one, meaning that they only looked after students while they
were actually signed into the club, they didn't enforce the student's
presence.

   So, there I was, at Abbeyfield School on my first day.  I didn't
actually have any homework to do but as my mother wouldn't be home until
six o'clock at the earliest, I turned up outside the school library.  It
had taken me a while to find the door for the homework club, I was about
fifteenth in line to go in once the library was empty of its last class and
teacher.  Mr Preston came along the passageway behind us and he greeted us
as a group and he opened a book and placed it, along with a biro pen, on
the windowsill close to the locked door, he seemed to know the first group
of students, they were older, this wasn't their first year at Abbeyfield
School.  They signed their names in the book and the time that they
arrived, when I got there, I wrote 'Kitty Clarke, Seven Nightingale,
fifteen-fifteen.'

   Before handing the pen to the girl behind me in the queue, I spotted
'Robert Westfield, Nine Newton, Fifteen-fourteen.' three lines above mine,
so my mother's friend's son was three boys ahead of me.  I checked him out
as he went through the door, he was quite handsome, he looked very fit, he
looked like a typical 'Jock', a footballer or perhaps a rugby player.

   Mr Preston waited until the last student had entered the library before
he pointed to one table, "Anyone who wants to use a computer, line up in
front of table one, if you want to use the books, go right ahead, if you
want to play board games, they are in cupboard number five, just help
yourselves but please remember to put them back after you're finished with
them."

   The teacher counted heads at table number one, came up with an answer of
eleven and as he was counting, I sidled a little closer to Robert Westfield
but that movement wasn't missed by Mr Preston, I saw him look at me and
smile as he broke the bad news, "Sadly we only have ten computers...erm, Mr
Westfield...would you be willing to share with..." he looked around the
eleven faces before he pointed at me, "...Miss Clarke?"

   Robert shrugged his shoulders, "I don't mind sir."

   Mr Preston looked over to the computer section of the library and then
back at us, "As there are two of you, you'd better take computer number
ten, that has the most room."

   Robert led the way to the back of the computer section, the ten PC's
were spread over four tables, three tables of three and computer number ten
was at the back of the room, it would usually be used by the teacher so
that they could see the screen of the other nine computers.

   I looked back at the other nine students and saw Mr Preston smile at me
and he winked his left eye at me...I suddenly bumped into Robert, he had
stopped dead at the side of computer number six, he turned and looked at me
for the first time, "There's only one seat, grab another from the main
room!"



   I had to go back through the other nine computer users, six boys and
three girls, Mr Preston passed me a chair with wheels but no armrests to
take back with me to computer number ten.  I would have chosen one of the
seats with arm rests if I had been left to my own devices.

   I pushed my chair next to Robert's, he looked at me as if he was an
artist, studying me to paint my picture, I watched as his eyes scanned over
my face, then there was a jump, his eyes dropped by about eight or nine
inches as he checked out the front of my white school shirt, I knew that my
bra was just visible through the white cotton of my shirt.  I felt a little
shiver of excitement run through my body, I'd never had a boy 'Inspect' me
in such close detail before, I felt my face heat up, I knew that I was
going red...I also knew that my eyes were looking down at Robert's lap as
the lump in the front of his trousers grew, that was the first time that
I'd ever checked a boy out in that way in my life.

   I tried to look away, Mr Preston was by the boy sitting at computer
number nine, he said, "Have you managed to log in okay Jeremy?"

   Jeremy shook his head, "It's really slow...oh!  I'm okay now, I'm in!"

   Mr Preston looked at me and Robert, he saw my face was red and he also
Robert's head drop slightly as he looked down at my legs, he smiled at me
again, "Are you okay Robert?"

   Robert looked up from my legs, "This PC was turned off sir, it's just
taking a while to warm up."

   "Okay then, I'll be around the corner supervising the students playing
games, if you need my help with anything, you'll have to come and fetch
me." And there it was, another wink...not directed at Robert, Mr Preston
was looking straight at me as he winked.

   Robert looked at my face again, "Is your first name Kitty?"

   I nodded my head.

   "I think I know your mum...she comes around my house every Wednesday
night, has done for the last year."

   "Does she...was your mum doing the accountancy refresher course as
well?"

   He grinned at me, "Is that what you call it?" He winked at me as he said
that!

   I wanted to ask him what he meant by that comment but was distracted by
a ping from the computer as it finally opened and drew Robert's attention
away from me, he was logging into his email account as he said, almost
absentmindedly "Does your mother allow you to have boyfriends yet?"

   I gasped so hard that I almost choked.  I didn't really know the answer
as it had never been discussed, there was a voice in the back of my head,
the sensible voice, the voice that always gave me sound advice...the voice
that sounded like my mother.  I looked to that voice now as I thought the
question, 'Well, do you allow me to have boyfriends?'

   My mother's voice replied, 'I would never stop you, it's your father
who's the big bad wolf here, if it was left up to him he wouldn't let you
have a boyfriend until you're thirty years old at least!'

   I gave Robert a nervous look, I was a little worried that my mother had
spoken a little loudly and that being so close, Robert might just have
heard her talking to me inside my head.

   When Robert's email screen finally opened, I saw an email from my
mother's email address on his screen, it was dated yesterday and Robert had
already opened it sometime between last night and this morning.  I was
dying to ask him why my mother was emailing him but was too shy to ask.

   "So, no boyfriend yet...have you at least kissed a boy properly, you
know, a real kiss, not just a peck on the lips or cheek?"

   I shook my head.

   He opened a new email from Kelly BT, he wasn't the least bit bothered
that I was looking at the screen.

   I read the email over his shoulder, 'Thanks for last night, when can we
do it again...I can get a hold of condoms if you need to replace the ones
we used earlier!'

   Robert pressed the reply button, the name on his screen said, Email to:
'Kellybt.' <kellybigtitits@proton.me>

   Robert typed, 'My mum makes sure that I have plenty of condoms, dad will
be home next Sunday but he won't mind us playing, just so long as you give
him a kiss and a cuddle as well...we could both do you together if you
like...that could be kinky!'

   He smiled as he pressed the send button.

   "Do you want to check your emails Kitty?"

   I shook my head, I thought, 'I'd rather see that email that my mother
sent to you last night!' but I said, "No thanks, I can wait until I get
home to check my emails!"

   The voice at the back of my head, the voice that sounded like my mother
said, 'You should ask him to see it...what's the worst that could happen?
He could just say no!'

   "Frightened that I'll see all the 'Dick-picks' that men have sent you?"

   I shook my head, "I don't think there are any pictures like that on my
email account."

   "You're not sure?"

   "My dad put net-nanny on my PC when he got it for me so if there were
any pictures like that, net-nanny would have blocked them!"

   Robert gave me a sideways look, "So, have you ever seen a cock in real
life?"

   I shook my head again.

   "Would you like to see one?"

   The little voice in the back of my head, you know, the voice that
sounded like me, the voice that always gave me bad advice, shouted out,
'Hell yes!' I shushed that voice, shouting out like that in a library
indeed, and when I was sure that Robert hadn't heard my inner voice,
shrugged my shoulders in answer to his question.

   Robert lifted up slightly to see over the computer screen, I saw his
eyes flick from one side of the room to the other...well, the little alcove
that held the ten computers at any rate.  He slid his bottom forward in his
seat a little and leaned back, then he unzipped his fly hole, stuffed his
right hand inside his trousers and there it was, the beast, the trouser
snake...for the first time in my life, I was looking at a boy's cock...and
not in a photograph on the internet, like so many of my friends, this cock
was in real life, it was Robert's cock and it was right next to me.

   Robert had his fist wrapped around his cock and was rubbing it up and
down, then he let go of his cock, grabbed for my left wrist and pulled my
hand over his lap, placing it palm down on the head of his cock.

   I just sat there looking at my hand resting on the top of his cock
waiting for someone to realise that I'd stopped breathing and that my heart
had stopped beating, I would definitely need a defibrillator to restart my
heart and the kiss of life to start my breathing again.  'Mmmmmm kiss of
life from Robert would be nice!'

   I gasped, not because of the situation but because the little voice that
had hinted that it would be nice to get the kiss of life from Robert was
the voice of my mother, not the voice that sounded like me!

   I looked from my hand to Robert's face, he was grinning at me like a
fool, my mother's voice prompted me again, 'You might as well ask him if
you can see that email from your mother...you have his cock in your hand
after all!'

   I mumbled, "Why did my mother send you an email yesterday?"

   His grin widened, "You want to read what your mother sent to me
yesterday?"

   I nodded my head.

   He closed his right hand over my left, closing my fingers around his
cock the way that he had held his cock himself earlier.  He was struggling
to work the computer with his left hand while his right hand was busy
getting me to rub his cock for him, the email from my mother finally
opened...

   ...I missed you on Wednesday darling, I hope that you had fun at Simon's
birthday party. My daughter Kitty is starting at Abbeyfield School
tomorrow, I know that you probably won't see her during the day but she
will be going to the 'Homework club' after school...do me a favour, I think
that she really needs a different kind of education that the teachers can't
provide.  The kind of education that you...or one of your friends could
help her with.  If you don't fancy her when you see her, introduce her to
Simon or Peter.  Actually, I'd love to see her doing the frog dance under
Simon's big black cock!

   Hopefully, when I come over on Wednesday evening, you'll make up for
leaving me with just your father last Wednesday!!!

   He had let go of my left hand as I read the email from my mother to
Robert, I wasn't moving my fist up and down his cock as fast as he had been
doing but I was still rubbing my hand up and down his cock as I read, I
mumbled, "Frog dance?" under my breath without realising that I had
actually vocalised the question to myself.

   "You know how a frog moves it's legs when it swims?"

   I looked away from the screen to his face and nodded my head.

   "Well, if a woman is on her back and a man is pounding his cock into her
hard, her legs start kicking like a frog swimming when she climaxes...your
mother calls that the frog dance."

   I looked down at my hand as I rubbed it up and down his cock, the web of
skin between my index finger and thumb was collecting slime that was
leaking out of the little hole in the end of his cock...the pee hole!  A
shiver ran through my body at the thought that my hand could be covered by
Robert's pee, 'Not pee you silly girl...' Shit, that voice was neither the
one that sounded like me or my mother, this was a new voice, this voice was
my father's voice in my head for the first time ever, '...not pee, this is
what your friends call pre-cum, the liquid designed to lubricate a girls
fanny when boy fucks her!' I'd never heard my father swear before so I was
definitely shocked by that.

   "Do you know how many different ways a boy and girl can have sex Kitty?"

   I shook my head without looking away from my hand rubbing up and down
his cock.

   Robert asked, "Have you ever heard of a titty-fuck?"

   I shook my head again as I watched a ball of very thick liquid form on
the end of his cock, careful this time not to collect the liquid on my hand
as I wondered how my inner voice knew about pre-cum when I didn't know
anything about it.

   His hand blocked my view of my hand on his cock, blocking my view put me
off my stroke and I felt the thick liquid trickle down the back of my hand.

   He extended his index finger, he touched the tip of his finger against
my...erm...body, just above my abdomen but below my breasts, his finger
made contact just below the bottom band of my bra's chest band.  He wiggled
his finger from side to side and managed to slip his finger between two
buttons of my shirt, pressing against the bottom strap of my bra.

   I moved my right hand to push his away from my chest.

   He tapped the computer screen, "Your mother sent me this to get me to
help to educate you about boys...she's worried that if one of the year nine
dykes gets their hands on you before you discover boys, they might turn you
into one of them!"

   I looked up from his cock to his face, "What?"

   "You know...girls that sleep with other girls rather than with boys or
men..." I must have still looked confused, "..lesbians Kitty, lesbians!"

   'Ahhhh!  We've heard of them!' Jumped into my head and then another
thought, at lunchtime, I'd been approached by an older girl in the
playground and she had asked me if I wanted to share a smoke with her.  I
closed my eyes and tried to remember how the playground had looked at the
moment.  The kids in the playground all seemed to be in groups, there were
only a few of us girls that were on our own.  I'd just finished my lunch
and I was looking for somewhere in the sun to sit and read my book.  After
I refused the offer of a shared cigarette the girl had moved on to the next
single girl in the playground and the two of them had wandered off to the
back of the bike sheds.

   I felt Robert touch my chest again, a little higher this time, he
wriggled his finger inside my shirt again, this time, rather than touching
elasticated cotton, his finger touched flesh, he squeezed it between my
breasts.  I opened my eyes in a flash but this time, rather than pushing
his hand away from my breasts, I looked over the top of the computer screen
to make sure that no one was looking in my direction.

   Everyone was engrossed in their own computer screens and no one in the
wider room beyond our niche seemed to be on the move...well, apart from Mr
Preston, I could hear him on the other side of the room, it sounded like he
was in the other niche, the one on the other side of the store room.

   Robert started stroking his finger up and down between my breasts, "A
titty fuck is where the man puts his cock here and fucks his cock up and
down until he cums, usually, all over the woman's tits, her neck or even
her face..." he pulled his finger out of the front of my shirt and then
pushed the fingers of both hands under my arms, the heels of his hands
pressing against my breasts, pushing them together, "...your mum's tits are
so big that I have to do this..." he pushed my tits harder together, "...to
increase the friction on my cock to help me cum quicker!"

   The little voice that sounded like me coughed, 'Bullshit!', that made me
smile.

   "How about anal sex, you ever heard of that?"

   I was starting to feel a little dumb as I shook my head yet again.

   "Anal sex is a good way to please your friends when you're in your most
fertile part of your menstrual cycle, you can't get pregnant from anal
sex!"

   I gave an awkward giggle, my inner voice was coughing 'Bullshit!' again
which made me laugh more.  I knew what an anus was and I knew for sure that
nothing could ever get up there on my body.

   Robert gave me a serious look as he slowly nodded his head and then he
smiled, your mother was the same, she didn't believe that it was possible
to do it that way either but within a month, she was happy to let anyone
fuck her that way, and now, nine months later, she'll let anyone do her
that way whenever they want to.

   The woman that Robert was describing to me was definitely not my mother,
he must have got her mixed up with someone else...I wouldn't say that my
mother was religious but she was definitely very conservative, she wouldn't
let a boy as young as Robert screw her and definitely not up her bum.

   "You don't believe me do you?"

   I shook my head and said, "No, not really...I don't think my mother
would do anything like that"

   His smile widened, I'll show you something later on that will knock your
socks off."

   Robert lifted in his seat slightly to look around our little world
inside the school library and then he sat back down, "How about a blow-job,
ever heard of that?"

   I felt myself lift, I nodded my head, "Now that I have heard of...well,
I've heard girls talking about doing that for a long time, probably since
year two..." and then I was deflated again, "I've heard my friends telling
others that they do it but they've never told me exactly what it is."

   Robert's smile now looked a little more malevolent than happy, "Well, a
blow-job is something that I can teach you right here, right now...your
mother did ask me to teach you something about sex today if I fancied you!"

   My heart skipped three beats and my mouth suddenly went dry with
excitement as I nodded my head in agreement with him.

   Robert wrapped his right hand around my hand that was still slowly
rubbing up and down his cock, he squeezed my hand tight onto his cock and
he made me speed up a little but avoiding going all the way to the head of
his cock.  I watched the ball of pre-cum grow out of the hole in the head
of his cock as he pulled my hand up his cock but disappeared slightly as my
hand went down to his balls again.  After about seven repeats, the ball of
liquid looked like it was about to trickle down the back of my hand but
just before it did, Robert let go of my hand and swiftly struck the tip of
his thumb over the little hole in the end of his cock, collecting the large
ball on his thumb.

   He stroked his fingers against my left cheek, cradling my face in his
hand, "Open your mouth Kitty..." I opened my mouth and he pushed his thumb
into my mouth, "...now suck my thumb for me please."

   I closed my lips on his thumb and started sucking, the malevolent grin
turned into a look of surprise, "Don't you mind the taste of my pre-cum?"

   I shook my head, "I like salty things, peanuts, crisps and boiled
gammon, especially if my mum leaves the scum on the top of the water as it
boils.  Me and mum like it like that but my dad doesn't...too salty for
him!"

   Robert dropped his surprised look, "So, now you know what a blow-job is
all about...would you like to try it on me properly?  The only thing that
you must remember is, keep your teeth out of the way?"

   I had returned to sucking his thumb as he was asking me the question, I
still had his thumb in my mouth as I nodded my head...hell, this was
probably the closest I'd get to real sex for the next five years until I
was actually old enough to have sex legally

   "Come on then!"

   I stood up to look over the top of the computer's monitor screen,
checking that everyone in sight were busy in their own on-line world.  I
smoothed my skirt down and went to sit down again but Robert snatched at
the back of my skirt and pulled it out of the way so that as I sat down, my
knickers were directly against the padded seat.

   My head was pulled down to his lap and I opened my mouth to take him in.
I started out being guided by him, he pushed my head down his cock and when
he released the pressure on the back of my head, I lifted my head back up.
That routine went on for four or five minutes until Robert whispered, "Just
as my cock is about to leave your mouth, try licking over my cockhead
before taking my cock back into your mouth."

   Robert wasn't directing me now, I was left up to my own devices.  I
twisted my head slightly, looked up at Robert's face, there was a look of
sheer pleasure on his face as I licked over the crown of his cock and then
I was rewarded by a little blast of salty taste in my mouth.  I wasn't
really looking to see if he was enjoying what I was doing to him, I was
checking to make sure that he was keeping a look out while I was busy in
his trouser area...fortunately he was, he was looking all around the one
hundred and eighty degrees of open ground between our place in the niche
and the rest of the library.

   I tried to suck harder, softer, move my mouth faster and slower, licking
for longer or shorter...I knew when I did something that Robert really
liked, there was a little jet of salty liquid for me to swallow.

   "You ever had a doctor examine your throat Kitty?"

   I nodded my head.

   "Often?"

   I nodded my head again.

   "When the doctor presses the back of your tongue down with that lolly
stick thing...does it make you choke?"

   I shook my head, then I pulled my mouth off of his cock, "When I was
younger it did but it hasn't made me choke for years!"

   He pushed my head back down on his cock, "Try to get more of my cock in
your mouth this time, try and press your top lip into my pubic hair and
your bottom lip into my ball-sack!"

   I felt the head of his cock pressing against my uvula but I didn't
choke, he was pressing the back of my head down as hard as he could,
shaking my head from left to right, "Try swallowing now!"

   I started swallowing over and over again and he purred like a kitten on
cat-nip.

   He suddenly pushed my head away from his lap and pulled the front of his
blazer across his exposed cock.  I sat up quickly and looked over, just in
time to see Mr Preston, his hand on Rebecca Green's shoulder as he walked
her over to a bookshelf by the door that we'd walked through, he told her
that the best book was on the bottom shelf, hidden behind the most boring
book in the whole library.

   Rebecca could have squatted down, the way that we were taught by our
parents to do it but she didn't, she bent over, keeping her legs straight.
I saw Mr Preston lean away from Rebecca and look down at the back of her
bottom.  Now I have no idea what Mr Preston could actually see behind
Rebecca, my view of the back of her was blocked by three computer screens,
a girl's back and a boy's.

   Robert hadn't bothered putting his cock away, he just had it covered by
the front left hand side of his blazer, I guessed that Robert had expected
Mr Preston to follow Rebecca back to the main library so that we could just
get right back to my sucking his cock again.

   Rebecca had found the book that Mr Preston had directed her to and
wandered back to a reading table.  We were wrong, Mr Preston didn't return
to the main library, he smiled in our direction, I could see the backs of
nine heads, they were all engrossed in their computer screens.

   The teacher walked to our table, he asked Robert how things were going,
Robert looked over at me, "Kitty's a great...'Studdy'...partner, very eager
to learn sir!"

   I saw Mr Preston's eyebrows rise and he looked a little surprised, he
stepped in behind my chair and put his hands on my shoulders, his fingers
touching my collar bones and his thumbs pressing into the muscles
surrounding my shoulder blades, massaging me, "Can you remember last year
Robert, after the final cricket match of the summer season, you were
bowling and strained your back muscles and I had to massage your
supraspinatus, infraspinatus, teres minor, and subscapularis.  It all
sounded Greek to me but Robert nodded his head, "Yes sir, my doctor said
that I was lucky that you were there and that you'd done a sports injury
massage course at Loughborough University...you were very good at
massaging."

   There was a movement, someone was moving from the main library towards
the book shelf in front of the IT section.

   I saw Mr Preston look in that boy's direction and as he did, Robert
pushed the hem of my skirt right up, exposing a little of the colour of my
knickers around my crotcharea.  I managed to stop myself gasping, I gave
Robert a shocked look and he shook his head and made a shushing gesture, he
was telling me not to cover my legs for some reason.

   Mr Preston had stopped massaging my shoulder blades but his hands were
still on my shoulders, his thumbs just pressing in gently but not moving. I
was looking up as Mr Preston told the boy that the fantasy fiction section
of the library was diagonally opposite where the boy was standing.  As soon
as the boy moved out of sight, Mr Preston looked down, he saw my knickers,
from the position of Robert's hands, he must have known that Robert had
pushed the bottom hem of my skirt up, he also saw that I wasn't trying to
push Robert's hands away from my legs or trying to cover my legs again, I
was just sitting there looking up into his face.

   He gave me a sweet smile and then he looked at Robert...I let my eyes
flick down, Robert wasn't holding the front of his blazer closed now, both
of his hands were on my legs, holding my skirt up, I could see the head of
Robert's cock peeping out of the front of his blazer, Mr Preston must have
spotted that too.

   "Mrs Peberdy is looking after homework club tomorrow Robert, if you need
to borrow the key to my equipment shed tomorrow afternoon, you'd better
meet me at lunch time for me to...'Give it to you!'...okay?"

   Robert nodded his head and then his face lit up a little, "I don't
suppose that you have any of that cream that you can massage into sores and
scrapes on you do you sir?"

   "I do, as it happens, you can bring what you don't use with you tomorrow
to my place when you come to collect the key to the equipment shed!"

   "Thanks sir!"

   I watched our teacher dip his hand in his jacket pocket and took out a
small tube of cream that looked a little like tooth past but had the words,
'Soothing' and 'Calming' printed on the side.

   Robert thanked the teacher for the tube of cream and then he had another
idea, "What about the girl, is there any point in me talking to her?"

   Mr Preston shook his head, "Sapphist unfortunately!"

   I was confused but I saw the look on Robert's face change to one of,
'Oh...I know what that means!'

   I felt the pressure relax on my shoulders, Mr Preston started to walk
away, "Just be careful how far you push the boundaries today Robert my
friend!"

   The teacher was only a few feet away when Robert uncovered his cock
again and started pulling my head down towards his cock again.  I pulled
away and poked towards the teacher, he was smiling at me again, he was
between computer nine and six and could see everything.

   I stopped Robert pulling my head down again, "Erm...Robert, what's a
Sapphist?"

   Robert grinned, "It means that she is a lesbian...that's why Paul
Preston didn't go back with her to her desk...do you know her?"

   "We were at primary school together, same class and everything, her
name's Rebecca Green."

   I was watching Paul Preston move across the front of the IT niche
towards the main library as Robert said, "Did she ever try to get you on
your own with her?"

   I shook my head, "I didn't really make many friends in primary school, I
never seemed to have anything in common with any of the other girls."

   As soon as I was happy that Paul Preston was out of sight, I leaned over
the side of Robert's seat and took his cock in my mouth without him asking
me again.

   As I sucked Robert's cock, he pulled the back of my skirt right out of
the way, it was up over the small of my back.  He pulled the back of my
knickers down as far as he could until they stopped because my bum was
trapping them against the seat.

   "Lift up Kitty!"

   I shook my head.

   "Come on, if anyone comes, I can just flick the back of your skirt down,
no one will see anything!"

   I lifted my bum without lifting my mouth off of his cock and he pushed
the back of my knickers down, out of the way when I sat back down.

   I saw Robert squib a little of the cream from the tube onto the middle
finger of his right hand and then he reached down over my back.  I felt him
prise my bum cheeks apart with his index and third fingers and then his
middle finger started massaging the yellow cream all over my bum hole.

   He sat upright again and returned to looking out over what he could see
of the rest of the library.  I was doing all of the things that he liked,
as his cock was about to leave my mouth, I licked it like a lolly-pop and
when it was as deep in my mouth as it would go, I pressed down even harder
and started to swallow and I was rewarded by around ten spurts of his salty
pre-cum.

   I felt movement again, opened my eyes to see him squirting the cream on
his middle finger again.  He leaned over my back again, opened my bum
cheeks in the same way as before but this time, instead of massaging the
cream over the outside of my bum hole...he pressed the tip of his middle
finger against my bum and his finger slipped easily and painlessly up my
bottom.  He pushed it about an inch inside my bottom and then he sat
upright again.

   "What time will your mother be here for you Kitty?"

   I pulled my mouth off of his cock, "Her train should get her to Bedford
at around six o'clock, she should be here about six thirty, perfect for the
end of homework club."

   He pulled my mouth back to his cock and he applied more cream onto his
middle finger and reached down over my back again.  He slipped all of his
middle finger up my bum with no resistance at all, then he pulled his
finger out again and he added his index finger at the side of his middle
finger before pushing the two up my bum, that was uncomfortable, I felt his
fingers stretching my bottom open.

   Robert patted the back of my head, "Come on Kitty, it's six o'clock, we
have thirty minutes to have a little fun."

   I was more than a little confused, I thought that Robert liked what I
was doing to him with my mouth but now he wanted to leave.  I sat upright
and pushed my seat back so that Robert could get past me more easily. 
Robert started closing the PC down and while he was waiting, I was
thinking, 'I could have carried on using that after you go!'

   Robert pushed the front of my skirt up again, this time, he could see
all of my knickers because they were half way down my upper legs, he
gripped the sides of my knickers and pulled then right down my legs, down
to my ankles and over my feet, he stuffed my knickers into his blazer
pocket before standing up, he gave me a strange look, "Come on Kitty, get
up!"

   As I stood up, I saw a bright yellow streak on the dark material of the
seat's cover, Robert used a tissue to clean the oily smudge up before we
left the niche.  We walked over to the librarian's desk and Robert signed
out as if he had been in homework club until six-thirty, he also signed me
out as well at six-thirty.

   Robert grabbed my left hand and pulled me out of the rear exit from the
library.  There was a long passageway with several classrooms along it,
Robert was looking through the glass panes of each door and once he was
happy that the classroom was empty, he tried the door handles to see if the
rooms were open.  The last door on the corridor was unlocked so Robert
pulled me inside the classroom.

   Robert pushed me against the wall at the side of the door and he covered
my mouth with his in a passionate kiss.

   When he pulled his lips off of mine, he said, "I love tasting my cock in
a girl's mouth!"

   Robert pushed his knee between my legs, forcing them open a little, then
he stroked down over my belly, he rubbed his hands over the front of my
skirt, pushing the material between my legs before pulling the front of my
skirt up and out of the way.  I thought that I was having another heart
attack as Robert started rubbing his fingers over my bare pussy, "Do you
think you're still a virgin?"

   I gasped, "I'm definitely still a virgin, I've never done anything like
this before!"

   "I didn't mean that, some girls go horse riding, some do ballet dancing,
some ride pushbikes, some perform gymnastics, any one of those activities
could tear a girl's hymen and stop her technically being a virgin...that is
to say, the first time they actually have sex, they don't bleed.  Some
girls even fall out of a tree and lose their cherry!"

   "Nope...no dance classes, no gymnastics, no horses and no bike
riding...the most energetic thing I've ever done is read my books!"

   Robert was about to push his finger up my cunt but he stopped at the
entrance, there were two voices in my head now, the young one that sounded
like me and the older one that sounded like my mother and they were both
shouting out as loud as they could, 'Don't stop now!'

   Robert said, "Did you climb trees when you were younger?"

   I shook my head, "No, my father would never allow me to do anything
dangerous like climbing things!"

   "Have you ever put anything in your pussy like your fingers or anything
else?"

   I gave him another confused look.

   "Don't look at me like that, lots of girls push their hairbrush handles
or a candle up their pussies to get off."

   I shook my head again, boys and girls are definitely wired
differently...I would never have dreamed of doing anything like that, and I
told Robert so as well.

   "It's a good job that I opened your back door earlier or all I'd be left
with would be a blow-job or a titty fuck off of you...I don't think that
your mother would be happy if I sent you home with a bloody cunt...would
she?"

   I felt like shrugging my shoulders but I didn't, that little voice at
the back of my head that sounded like my mother always said that shrugging
my shoulders was a very childish response to a question.

   Robert grabbed my shoulder and he turned me to face the wall, then he
lifted the back of my skirt and tucked the bottom hem into the back of the
waistband, he gripped me around the waist and started prodding my buttocks
with his cock...he was just getting close to the insertion point when a
voice from outside stopped him, "You do 'E-one', I'll do 'E-two' and we'll
both finish off in 'E-three' together!"

   Robert swore, he said, "I don't believe it, fucking cleaners...they
should have finished this passageway by now!"

   Robert suddenly forgot all about screwing me, he knew that we needed to
get the hell out of there before the cleansers caught us.  He was
disappointed...hell, I was disappointed too, I didn't really want to
experience anal sex but I'd spent something like an hour in total sucking
Robert's cock, off and on during the lesson, and apart from a finger
wriggling between my tits inside my shirt and his hands pressing my breasts
together, I'd got nothing out of it at all.

   We heard the sound of the cleaner vacuuming the classroom next to the
one we were in, Robert pressed his head against the window in the door, he
suddenly yanked the door open, grabbed my wrist and pulled me out into the
corridor, the classroom door was still open when the cleaner working in the
classroom on the other side of the corridor stepped out to get a cloth from
her trolley, she gave the two of us a suspicious look when she saw us
walking away from her when she hadn't seen us go past her door.

   We turned the corner and stepped onto the top step of the stairs down to
the school's main foyer and I started a nervous laugh, "It's a good thing
that the cleaner didn't start with 'E-three' or we would have been busted!"

   Robert shook his head, "Wouldn't be the first time for me...have you
ever heard your mum and dad fucking at night?"

   I shook my head, it was an automatic response to a question like that,
"I don't think so, what would it sound like anyway?"

   "When your mother came home last Wednesday night, she was going to fuck
your father because the condom my father was using on her burst and she was
at her most fertile part of her cycle so she needed to let your father fuck
her in case she was pregnant from my father!"

   I did a quick jump back through my memory bank, just five days so it
wasn't a massive search routine.  Me and my dad were sitting in the living
room, I was reading a book and my dad was reading his newspaper, mum came
in as usual on a Wednesday at ten o'clock.  Her getting home was usually
the signal for me to go to bed because it was so late.  Last Wednesday was
slightly different though...

   I'd watched my mother getting ready to go to her night school class, she
was wearing a black bra and matching knickers, she wore a black slip under
her skirt and quite a sheer black blouse, I could see her bra through her
blouse.  She wore a black pencil skirt over her knickers and slip and black
patent leather five inch heel shoes.  Her hair was piled high on her head,
an elaborate construction of pins and lacquer.  Her face painted, bright
red lip stick, a hint of rouge on her cheeks, eyes lined and duck-egg blue
eye shadow.  She looked like she was going out to a night club, rather than
to an accountancy class in the local night school.

   I remembered looking up from my book as my mother walked into the living
room, there was no makeup on her face, her hair was down, it had been
brushed through but it still looked a mess.  I couldn't see her bra through
the sheer black blouse and her tits looked wobbly like she wasn't wearing a
bra at all, Mum walked over to dad, she trailled her fingertips over his
shoulder and across the back of his neck.

   I put my bookmark into my book to mark my place and I was about to stand
up, my mother said, "Do you want a coffee darling or would you rather have
an early night?"

   I saw a smile cross my father's lips as he nodded his head..."I could do
with an early night darling!"

   Mum beat me to the stairs, I was ushered into the bathroom and told to
be quick, told to have my shower in the morning.  I did my toilet while my
dad was locking up downstairs.  I crossed the hall to my bedroom as my
father started to climb the stairs.  I looked over my shoulder and saw my
mother standing in just her stockings and suspender belt, that came as a
surprise to me, I hadn't seen her putting stockings on earlier and a
surprise that she was putting concealer on bruises on either side of her
collar bones.

   Dad reached the top of the stairs as I was closing my bedroom door.  I
never totally closed my door, I always left it open by an inch.  I hadn't
put the light on in my bedroom yet and as I was about to turn it on, I saw
my dad standing at the bathroom door, mum said, "We haven't used the
bathroom for years!"

   Dad looked over his shoulder at my bedroom door, I only left the living
room ten minutes ago so he was worried that I hadn't settled down.

   "Don't worry about Kitty, you know that she doesn't like the dark, if
her light is off, she's in her bed, asleep or trying to get to sleep...and
if her light is on, she'll be buried in her book!"

   I pulled my hand away from my light switch.  Dad took one more look at
my door and then he stepped into the bathroom, he kissed my mother and that
was a shock, I couldn't remember ever seeing them kissing before...not
ever!

   Dad shuffled in behind my mother, he was biting the back of her neck as
he groped one of her tits in each of his hands from behind.  Mum moved
towards the sink behind the bathroom door, "You're an animal John!"

   My dad laughed, "You're not often in the mood...I have to make the most
of it when I can!"

   Mum was leaning against the sink and she pushed the door closed.  There
was a few minutes of silence and then I heard my mother gasping in a
rhythmic kind of way, like 'Huh...huh...huh...huh...huh!' over and over
again.

   "Kitty, are you awake...I said, go and look down the corridor on the
left, while I check out the one on the right!"

   I was jolted from my memories of last Wednesday evening, Robert wanted
me to look down the right wing of the ground floor to see if there was
anyone about.

   I rejoined him by the main entrance, "No one down that passageway!"

   We went through the first set of doors and Robert looked out of the
outer door, "No sign of your mother yet and no one else out and about out
there!"

   I was about to step into the outside world but Robert stopped me, with
the oak door open, it formed a little private space that could only be seen
from the reception desk but that was unmanned and the lights were off,
Robert pulled me into the space behind the door and he pushed my back up
against the wall tucked in behind the door.  There was a passionate kiss
and then Robert's right hand went between my legs.

   "Open your legs for me kitty!"

   That made a change, up in 'E-three' Robert just forced my legs apart
with his knee.  Robert's fingers found my secret place, he rubbed that
sensitive little spot.  I'd found it when I was about six years old, I used
to touch it when I read my book, my mother always told me that it was wrong
if she saw me, so did my dad and my grandmother but my grandfather never
did though, all he ever did was to smile at me and say, "Is that good..."
he always paused and winked at that point, "...story..." and there was
always a second pause, "...darling?"

   I gasped, my knees went weak, I grabbed his wrist and tried to pull his
hand away from my pussy but he fought me off, he just rubbed harder and
faster, I started to gasp rhythmically, like, 'Huh...huh...huh...huh!',
that was exactly the same noise that my mother was making just after she
closed the bathroom door while I was standing at the one inch opening in my
bedroom door.

   I thought, 'So, I have heard my mother and father having sex...but only
the once...just last Wednesday when Robert said that my mother would be
letting my father fuck her, just in case she was pregnant from his father.
Robert kept me gasping for air for a full five minutes before he stopped.

   "Will you get me off now Kitty, with your mouth I mean?"

   "Okay, but you have to keep your eyes open, I don't want to get caught
on my first day in my new school!"

   I sank down into a squat, I had to unzip him and pull his cock out of
his underpants but then my earlier training kicked in and I started to work
for my salty reward.  I got five quick salty blasts in quick succession
before Robert started rocking back and forward, he was fucking my mouth as
I sucked and licked his cock, he gave a massive thrust, banging the back of
my head against the wall, he pushed harder as I started to swallow and he
groaned and that was it, he was climaxing into my mouth...well, actually,
almost directly into my throat.

   I checked his eyes, they were closed but only while he was actually
climaxing and then he went right back to lookout duty.  As soon as he
finished spurting his 'Stuff' into my mouth, his cock started to shrink
away from my throat...I liked the taste of salt, I'd enjoyed the little
bursts of pre-cum in my mouth as I was sucking him but the taste of his
actual spunk was way more powerful than I would have liked it to be.

   We stood on the pavement outside the school, waiting for my mother and
the bitter, salty taste started to diminish, I found that I quite liked the
after taste of his spunk that was left behind in my mouth after sucking him
off.  We were just chatting idly about nothing in particular when my mother
turned up.  She crossed onto the wrong side of the road in her car, wound
the window down and said, "Hi Robert...no Simon or Peter this afternoon?"

   Robert smiled, "Hi darling, no Simon today, he didn't turn up and Peter
got busted for smoking at lunch time and was sent home already!"

   I was about to get into the car by the door behind her driving seat but
saw her shoulder bag was on that seat, I was about to go around the back of
the car to the other rear door, "Kitty darling, I'm sure that you're big
enough to ride in the front passenger seat by now!"

   I wasn't going to worry too much that I was at least a year too young
and two inches too short to travel in the front seat of a car, I looked
over my shoulder at Robert and my mother, she mouthed, 'Well?'

   Robert grinned and he nodded his head, then he tapped his index finger
against his mouth...I got the picture that Robert was telling my mother
that I'd just sucked him off.

   I climbed into the front seat, mum grabbed my chin and gave me a welcome
kiss, not on my cheek as she usually would, she kissed me on my lips, she
pulled away from me a little and she licked her own lips, "Mmmmm, your lips
taste a little salty darling, have you just eaten salted peanuts or
something?"

   "Something like that!"

   I looked my mother over, I was used to seeing her all trussed up, the
kind of bra that had scaffolding under the cups, holding her breasts
tightly against her chest and ultra conservative dresses but today, her
first day at her new job, she was either braless or wearing a soft bra and
her dress was very short, soft brushed cotton, flowery and low cut front
and back as well as very short length.  A very different woman to the one I
knew as my mother.

   We drove back to the right side of the street and then set off towards
home.  I could actually have walked home, after all, I had walked to school
that morning but my father didn't want me walking home because he wanted me
to stop at school in the homework club so that I wasn't in home on my own
for three hours or more after school.

   We were in the middle lane at the entrance to the supermarket, there was
a car on our left, we were all stationary because of pedestrian traffic
lights, mum looked over at me and she smiled...no, she wasn't looking at
me, she was looking past me, looking at the man driving the car on our
left, the car that was about to pull into the supermarket's car park, I saw
him wink at her, then I looked over at my mother and saw her winking at him
and she was nodding her head in his direction.

   "What would you like for dinner tonight darling?"

   "Roast chicken and chips please mother!"

   "We'll need to stop off at the supermarket then darling...damned, I've
missed the turning!"

   I heard the sound of my mother's left turn indicator beeping as her
lights flashed, she looked over her left shoulder at the second car in the
line waiting to drive into the supermarket, gave the driver a sweet smile
and a wave of thanks and then pulled in behind the car that was being
driven by the man that she smiled at.

   He parked in parking space number fifty-three, mum parked in space
number sixty-one, "Can you grab us a trolley and go and wait in the queue
at the freshly roasted chicken counter for me please darling?"

   "What kind of chicken shall I get if I get served before you turn up?"

   "Get one of the large barbeque chickens please darling."

   I pushed the trolley into the store but instead of heading for the long
queue of people waiting to buy cooked food, I stood just inside the door,
watching my mother talking to the man that she had just winked at when we
were waiting at the pedestrian crossing.  I watched a short tennis match of
a conversation, questions and answers batted back and forth between my
mother and the man for two or three minutes before my mother gestured
towards a closed down shop that used to be a discount store that sold
repaired and returned goods off cheap.  It had a deeply recessed doorway
that used to be brightly lit when the store was open but was now just a
dark area in the afternoons, when the sun was on the other side of the
store.

   I realised that from one place in the supermarket, I could see over to
the doorway.  It wasn't a good sightline, they looked like grey blobs
through two windows and the glass door.  I could, though, make out that
they were kissing and I could see the man was fumbling about around her
breast area, a few seconds later, I saw my mother's right arm lifting and
lowering, 'She's rubbing his cock!'

   Now how about that for a classical education...this morning, I would
have had no idea what my mother was doing...this morning, I wouldn't have
even seen that action as suspicious, one day at a good school and suddenly
my eyes were open and tuned into little acts...  'Oh My God!' My mum had
just slipped down into a squat, right there out in the open...well, in the
doorway of a closed down store that anyone could have walked past at any
moment.  He was still playing with my mother's breasts even though he had
to reach down very low because she was squatting down in front of him,
sucking his cock.

   The man was doing his job though, as my mother sucked him, he was
looking all around but not looking into the closed down store or he would
have seen me looking over from the supermarket.  If I had been counting in
Mississippi's I wouldn't have reached ten before my mother was struggling
back to her feet.  She wiggled from side to side as she stood up and I
clearly saw grey blobs on her chest, her breasts were over the top of the
neckline of her dress and while the guy sucked on her nipples for a few
seconds, she was looking all around in front of her, while I was behind
her. I saw the man's arm moving rapidly, just the same way that Robert's
arm had been doing when he was giving me pleasure with his finger on my
pleasure spot.  I saw my mother's body jerking about for a few seconds and
then she suddenly turned her back on the car park, she was now facing me
but she wasn't looking at me as she flipped her tits back into her dress.

   I spotted the reason for my mother's sudden turn, someone was
approaching the doorway from the local bus stop.

   The man almost ran past me, pushing his trolley, throwing food items
right and left into his trolley, obviously his little dalliance with my
mother had cost him time that he would find difficult to explain to his
wife when he got home if he didn't make up a little of that time in the
shop.

   I was second in the queue to be served at the hot food counter, mum
draped her arm over my shoulder when she reached me, "I love shopping in
this store, it's so handy, isn't it?"

   She had grabbed a bag of frozen crinkle cut chips as she passed the
frozen food area because she couldn't remember if we had any at home.  Only
two items of food, one whole cooked chicken and two kilos of frozen chips.

   I was walking slightly behind my mother as we returned to the car, the
way that she was walking was flicking the bottom hem of her dress up at
each side and making her unfettered breasts swing from side to side too,
I'd say at a rough estimate, eighty percent of the men that saw the way
that my mother was walking gave her a second look, some even gave her a
third look...some of the men who gave her the third look, also looked at me
and smiled at me because I was looking at their faces instead of looking at
their shoes.

   I'd never noticed men looking at me before but then when I walked
around, my eyes were always scanning the floor in front of me in case of
trip hazards like match sticks or oak leaves on the floor.

   I climbed into the front passenger seat again, the food in the back of
the car on the floor, "Would you say that your first day at school has been
profitable Kitty darling?"

   "Profitable?"

   "I mean...have you learned a lot today.  I often feel that you don't
really learn anything about human interaction until you reach big
school...you have to learn all about give and take, how to work closely
with others..." she looked over at me, "...especially how to interact with
boys in the right way!"

   I sat in silence for the last thirty seconds of the drive home.  Dad was
just getting out of his car on the drive when we turned up at home, he
kissed me on the cheek, "Did you have a good day at school darling...did
you make the right choice do you think?"

   I looked at my mother and smiled, "I think I'm going to love being at
Abbeyfield School."

   I was carrying the chicken and the frozen chips and mum was fighting her
shoulder bag to get that out of the back seat of her car, dad looped his
arm over my shoulder and he...well, not exactly a whisper but certainly a
lower volume than he would usually use...said, "Did you meet anyone nice at
school today?"

   I thought 'Wow...is my dad fishing to find out if I've met a nice boy on
my first day at school?' I didn't think so for one minute, my dad wasn't
the kind of man to be happy to find his eleven year old daughter fooling
around with a boy but still, I decided to test things out.

   "I met a boy called Robert Westfield...I think that he liked me a lot!"

   "Is he in your class darling?"

   "No, he isn't even in the same stream as me, he's in Nine Newton."

   Dad looked very impressed, "Wow, a boy that's two years older and in the
top stream as well!"

   I couldn't believe the change in my father, he had been so...well, the
word has to be overprotective, if over protective is one word...I thought
that the first time that I told my father that I was interested in a boy,
he would drag me off to a nunnery!

   Mum sent me up to my bedroom to get changed while she dry-fried the
chips, the chicken left to roost in the oven on a low gas to keep it warm.

   I left the kitchen but something made me stop, just outside the kitchen
door, I heard my mother say, "See, I told you that she was showing an
interest in boys...the first time I noticed it was when I took her to buy
her first bra, I was sure that she was doing a little flashing to men in
the fitting room.  I thought that it was accidental because the fitting
room was so small that I couldn't be in there with her...I was very
surprised when she opened the curtains enough for me to see how well her
new bra fitted her...I mean, any man in the shop could have seen her!"

   "You think it's time to relax the settings on net-nanny on her computer
then?"

   "I'm sure that she will see that as us acknowledging the fact that she
is growing up now and giving her more freedom!"

   I almost kicked my heels in the air as I ran for the stairs.  I was
getting a little more freedom, my dad was happy that I was interested in
boys and it was all because my mother had lied her head off on my behalf.

   Mum followed me up, she was just two minutes behind me, "Dinner will be
about six minutes...why don't you give your dad a treat, wear this sheer
black blouse without a bra under it...one of my friends gave me loads of
new clothes in different sizes, I wore the bigger version of that blouse
last Wednesday, it drove the guys wild!  This is a nice skirt to go with
it, nice and tight, nice and short and a nice new black thong.  Your dad
will love seeing you wearing these."

   "Mum, that's...well, I'm not sure exactly what it is but it's
inappropriate at the very least!"

   "Don't be like that darling...your dad loves to look at sexy young
girls, you'll find it quite exciting to show off for a man, even one that
you aren't sexually interested in, it's a great confidence booster when you
see him grow a big strong erection, he's taking the net nanny off of your
computer as we speak so after dinner, you can come up here and play on the
computer while I am playing with your father in the living room!"

   I heard my computer clicking and whirring, my dad was in the back door
of my PC, controlling it from his laptop.  If that was him turning my
net-nanny off then the least I could do was give him a cheap thrill by
dressing inappropriately for him to ogle at over dinner.

   My mother was writing something on a scrap of paper at the side of my
computer as I undressed.  She looked at me just as I stepped out of my
skirt, she smiled when she saw that I was bare-arsed under my school skirt,
"I've written Robert's email address down, he'll be expecting an email from
you around eight o'clock...just say hello...or something!  I told him that
you usually came up to your bedroom about an hour before your bedtime to
read or check your messages on your PC."

   Mum left me alone to get dressed in her hooker fancy dress costume.  The
thong that she had given me was uncomfortable, I wasn't sure if they were
too small for me but it felt like they were trying to cut me in half,
straight up the middle.

   My dad shouted up the stairs, "Vicky...Kitty, The chips have two minutes
left!"

   I stepped out of my bedroom as my mother stepped out of hers, we were
dressed like twins...her friend had given her matching clothes in both of
our sizes.  Mum smiled at me, "How do the thongs feel?"

   "They were cutting me in half so I'm not wearing them."

   "That's a pity, they make you feel very sexy when you walk around in
them while people are watching you..." mum looked at me out of the corner
of her eye, "...so, did you put your usual white school knickers back on?"

   I shook my head, "I didn't bother to dirty clean knickers..." I looked
at my wrist watch, "...I'll be going to bed in a couple of hours anyway!"

   "Don't you wear knickers in bed anymore?"

   I shook my head, "Too uncomfortable, especially in the hot weather."

   The buzzer on the hot air fryer triggered just as mum walked into the
kitchen, I was behind her but I still saw my father's eyes light up and his
lips turn into a grin when he saw the way that my mother was dressed and
when he saw me step around her, he grew an instant boner in his trousers,
he said, "It's a pity it's a school night, we could have gone down the club
to listen to the group that's playing there tonight."

   While we were upstairs, dad had quartered the chicken, one quarter for
each of us for dinner and the fourth quarter for my dad to take with him to
work for his lunch tomorrow.

   Dad spent most of the time that he was eating looking at me over the
table, he said something strange, "Wasn't there a Westfield at our wedding
darling?"

   Mum finished chewing her mouthful of food and she said, "Erm...I think
there was, Tom Westfield, one of your football club mates brought him I
think!"

   "I thought that I recognised the name, he was one of the idiots chasing
you around at the wedding reception, trying to flirt with you!" Dad
laughed, "There were a lot of frustrated men than night!"

   I was a little suspicious, my mother was covering her mouth with her
glass of water, her lips were moving but no sounds were coming out, I had
to work hard to try and lip read, I got a 'Some'...'Success'...'Others', my
brain did a little resolution, I thought back to her lip movements, 'Some
of them were more successful than others!' I smiled at her mouthed message.

   Dad was conducting an imaginary orchestra with his knife as he
continued, "Mind you, I can't remember much about that night myself, I was
well mullered, I think every one of my friends bought me a drink that
night."

   I watched as mum nodded her head at that comment from my father.  After
dinner, we left the pots to soak in hot water in the kitchen sink and my
dad rooted out a photo album that I had never seen in my life before, dad
sat in his favourite chair and he patted his knee for me to sit on it while
he showed me the album.  He opened the front cover, it was just a white
padded vinyl cover, page three had a beautifully written page under the
clear film cover, Real professional calligraphy, scrolls, bells and
whistled, 'Upon the Wedding of John Clarke and Victoria Porter...two PM on
Saturday the fifth of November, twenty-eleven!'

   That set my maths computer running...now I know that it isn't an exact
science but a normal pregnancy lasts two hundred and eighty days or forty
weeks, now my birthday was eleventh of August and I was born in
twenty-twelve...my mother probably fell pregnant with me on her wedding day
and it sounded like my father was too pissed to perform on that night,
added to my mother's unspoken comment that looked like she was saying that
Tom Westfield had been luckier than most of the other men on that night...I
did the maths and came up with an answer that the man I'd been calling dad
for eleven years and thirty odd days, might just not be my biological
father.

   Dad turned to pages four and five, mum was on page four, I had to admit
that my mother looked stunning in her ten by twelve portrait picture
considering it was a bonfire night wedding, she was wearing a white
faux-fur cape over a very revealing white wedding dress, tight and slinky,
floor length but with an acre of dÃ(C)colletage on show, peeping out from
under her cape.

   On page five, my father stood smiling at the cameraman, he was wearing a
grey tail suite with a top hat and a silk cravat., he turned the page
again, on page six, my mother and father were standing together in an
embrace and on page seven, there were groomsmen on my father's side and
bridesmaids on my mother's side of the photograph.  My dad tapped the
photograph, that was Tom Westfield lurking in the corner of the picture.

   From that point onward, whenever my mother was in the picture, Tom
Westfield was just lurking in the background.  We flicked through about
fifty professional photographs, some full page, some half page and some
four to a page and then we got to the back of the album, the pictures were
taken by guests at the wedding party, one picture had my father face down
on the table with four full pint glasses in front of him, dad laughed,
"Just look at me, I was well and truly pissed!"

   I looked at him flat out on the table but I also noticed my mother in a
doorway being pulled away from the room by Tom but it looked okay because
my mother's father, Grandpa Colin, was right behind them.

   I almost jumped out of my skin at that point, the house was totally
silent and suddenly a voice came out from the kitchen, "John son...have you
got a Whitworth spanner set I could borrow?"

   Grandpa Colin had just walked into the kitchen from the back yard.

   Dad pushed me off of his knee, I looked down as I slid onto the floor,
dad's cock was rock hard and there was a wet spot on his trousers, I
wondered, 'Will that taste as salty as Robert's pre-cum, more salty or
less?'

   Grandpa Colin walked into the living room and said, "Wow you both look
very pretty tonight girls!"

   Dad pushed himself up out of the chair, "I don't have a set Colin,
Whitworth is a strange bird, most of their nuts and bolts were handmade so
they aren't really standard sizes, the people who made the nuts and bolts,
also made the spanners.  I just keep adjustable spanners for when I come
across those nuts and bolts...hey, can you remember Tom Westfield, he was
at our wedding but who brought him along?"

   Grandpa Colin was almost salivating as he looked from me to my mother
and back again, then he said, "I invited a Tom but I'm not sure what his
last name was!"

   Dad picked the album up again, "Is this the Tom that you brought along?"

   "Aye lad...that was him!"

   Dad slipped the wedding album back into the corner of the cupboard where
it had been hidden for the last eleven years, "I've got a couple of
adjustable spanners at the back of the garage that are going begging, you
can keep them, it'll just take a few minutes to wheedle them out."

   "Do you want me to come out with you lad?"

   "No...no Colin, you stop here, much better looking at Vicky and Kitty
than at my backside while I'm junk diving in the garage."

   Dad wandered through the kitchen, stopping at the sink momentarily to
push a floating cup down under the soapy water and then heading out into
the back garden through the back door.

   Mum checked her watch, "Erm Kitty...you were going to send Robert an
email at eight o'clock!"

   I nodded my head.

   "Could you close the curtains, as you're passing the window, please
darling!"

   I closed the curtains and headed for the door out into the passageway on
my way to the bottom of the stairs, I looked over my shoulder, my mother
was kissing her father and his right hand was covering her left breast
through her sheer black blouse.  I put my hand on the newel post and lifted
my left foot onto the bottom tread and my mother was at the living room
door, she started closing it but I saw my grandfather closing in on her,
before the door finally closed, her father had grabbed her and turned her
so that her back was to me and the door and then the door finally slammed
shut.  That door was never the best fitting of all of our doors, it often
rattled when it was windy outside and now it was rattling even though there
was no wind out, the door banged and my mother gasped, there was a slight
delay, another bang and gasp, the gap between the bangs and gasps shortened
and the number of bangs per minute increased until my mother got into that,
'Huh...huh...huh...huh!' rhythm that I remembered from five days ago.

   The little Kitty voice at the back of my head whispered, 'Is mum
committing incest with her dad?' The older inner voice, the one that
sounded like my mother said, 'Shhh!  We're listening...anyway, you can
talk, you were wondering earlier what our father's pre-cum tasted like!'

   I was frozen to the spot, my left foot on the bottom step of the stairs
and my right foot still in the hallway, I'd been standing like that for
fifteen minutes.  I heard a noise behind me, there was a door into the
kitchen behind me and my dad was just opening the back door, he shouted,
"Kitty, come and see what I've found for you darling!"

   I heard my grandfather say "Fuck it!" on the other side of the living
room door and my mother stopped gasping and the door stopped rattling.  I
ran into the kitchen, my father had a posh sports bag, he had used it when
he played football to carry his kit in, he smiled at me as I ran into the
kitchen, "I thought that now you're at secondary school, you need to carry
more sports kit to school, the bag's old but it was very expensive so it is
still in good condition!"

   I thanked him just as my mother and grandfather walked into the kitchen
from the dining room, my mother's hair was mussed up a little and her
bright red lipstick was all worn off.  Dad offered Grandpa Colin a cup of
tea, mum said that she would make it, then she looked at me, "Kitty
darling, it's turned a little warm, do me a favour please, go and open the
window in the living room for me...and make sure that all the doors are
propped open!"

   I walked into the living room from the dining room, the living room
smelled very strongly of sweat and musk, I opened the window and then
looked in the little rubbish bin, there were a few tissues in the bin that
had been totally empty a few minutes earlier.  I picked the bin up and
shook it, hidden under the tissues was a condom, it had been unrolled and
stretched but it hadn't been filled.

   I made sure that the tissues covered the condom again and put the bin on
the floor.  I opened the door from the living room to the hall and put the
bin against it to stop it closing and then ran past the door from the hall
into the kitchen and saw my mother, father and grandfather, all sitting at
the kitchen table, drinking tea.

   I ran up to my bedroom with my new sports bag over my shoulder.  I
dumped the bag quickly on the floor behind my bedroom door and turned my
computer monitor on, my dad had left my computer running after he had
altered its security settings so I was quickly into my email account.  It
was a quarter past eight when I sent Robert an email, it was quick and
simple, 'Hi Robert, my mum gave me your email address and told me to say hi
to you...Kitty.'

   I pressed the send button and then I ran into the bathroom and took the
fastest shower of my life, I was still in the bathroom drying myself when I
heard a ping from my bedroom, it had to be Robert's reply to my message
because I only got about three emails from my friends in an average year. I
pulled my nighty on without underwear and ran for my bedroom, still drying
my hair.

   'Hi kitty, did Vicky talk your dad into taking net-nanny off of your PC?
Try this link, see if it opens.'

   I didn't see a link but the word 'Link' was blue and underlined so I
clicked on that and a video file opened.

   The video opened with dash-cam footage, I recognised my mum, standing at
a bus stop, the dash-cam footage showed the car's speed as well as the date
and time.

   The date was just over a year ago and the car was doing thirty miles per
hour, I recognised the area, the car was driving past Northampton's Adult
Education Centre.

   There was a man's voice on the film, "Hello...who do we have here?"

   The speed dropped from thirty to zero and the voice shouted out,
"Vicky...Vicky Porter!"

   My mother was standing at a bus stop, she turned to look at the driver
of the car with the dash-cam and her face darkened, the quality of the
dash-cam wasn't good enough to show that she was blushing but that was what
it looked like to me.

   I saw her force a smile onto her face, her mouth moved but I couldn't
hear her as the camera's microphone was inside the car.  I read her lips,
'Long time since anyone called me Vicky Porter!'

   I recognised Tom Westfield from his twelve year old photographs as he
ran to my mother's side, he kissed her on her lips and there was a
discussion at the roadside, I got the impression that Tom was trying to get
my mother into his car with him...offering her a lift home.

   I saw a resigned look on her face and then she started walking towards
Tom's car, Tom was at her side, his right arm across her lower back until
they disappeared from the dash-cam's field of vision, there was the sound
of a door opening and then closing and Tom ran around the front of the car
to the driver's door.

   Mum said, "So...what are you doing in Northampton Tom...visiting your
mother?"

   "No darling, I've moved back into the area, the London secondary schools
are brutal, my son Robert wasn't doing very well in them."

   "Oh, really...where are you living now then?"

   "I got one of those new houses on the estate opposite Abbeyfield School,
Robert's due to start there next week when the new year starts."

   I saw the video of the road moving under Tom's car.  "Do you want to see
my new house Vicky...grab a cup of coffee or something?"

   "I'd probably better not."

   Tom laughed, "Frightened that I'll fuck you again?"

   I thought, 'Why the hell don't these dash-cams film the drivers and
passengers instead of the road?' I wanted to see the look on my mother's
face when Tom Westfield mentioned that he had fucked her before.

   There was a banal chit-chat back and forth between them for a few
minutes, mum was telling Tom that she was at the adult education school to
refresh her accountancy qualification before she had to start work again
and Tom was telling her that he could help her with all the books she
needed as well as pointing out that she already had the qualification so
she didn't need to retake the exam, just read up on the new regulations.

   I recognised Abbeyfield School as Tom drove past it and he turned into a
block of new houses.  There was a fade-cut from the dash-cam video to an
even worse video feed spliced in, the camera was high in the corner of a
living room.

   The sound quality was poorer as well, it was really difficult to hear
Tom offering my mother a cup of coffee.  She refused the coffee, Tom left
the room, I saw my mother press her backside against the edge of a desk
under the living room window, Tom walked back into the room with a small
briefcase, he put the case down on top of a cabinet, he opened the lid and
showed my mother a booklet, "This is a complete list of all the regulation
changes from the last five years, I have all of the books of explanations
as well.

   The picture changed again, this time, the cut was made by a checkerboard
wipe to a very good quality picture that seemed to be coming from roughly
the position of the briefcase.  The sound quality was better as well.

   Mum was still standing, resting her bottom against the desk under the
living room window.  Tom walked slowly towards her, he was talking in a
seductive voice, "I loved your wedding party, I'm really glad that Colin
talked me into going to it with him...the party certainly ended with a
bang!"

   I saw my mother smile, Tom had reached her now, he was careful not to
block the camera's view of my mother, he kissed her and then he started to
unbutton her blouse.  I was surprised that she didn't push his hands away
from her buttons, she looked over her shoulders at the window, the curtains
were wide open and there were no nets up at the window.

   "Can I close the curtains...someone might see me!"

   "Come on Vicky, you said that you didn't want anyone seeing us when I
fucked you at your wedding reception but you loved it when I told you that
Colin was watching us as I was shooting into you, it made your climax
harder and then you enjoyed me watching as Colin fucked you as well...pity
Colin was wearing a condom though, I like to see a girl take her father's
cum directly in her cunt!"

   As Tom was talking with her, he had removed her blouse and bra...I was
surprised at just how sexy her bra looked, her blouse was red Indian cotton
with embroidery that left little holes all over the front and her bra
matched it, she was looking intently over her shoulder while Tom was trying
to kiss her, I couldn't really tell if she was excited about being topless
in front of the window or just excited because Tom was undressing her but
she certainly looked very excited to me...a little like she had looked last
Wednesday evening when she got home from 'Night School' and was offering my
father an early night.

   Tom unzipped her skirt and it fell to the floor, that was another shock
for me, on the outside, my mother had looked quite conservative, now that
she was standing with her skirt around her ankles, her knickers were red
thong type with little black flowers embroidered in them but that wasn't
the shock, the shock was that she was wearing black, self support,
stockings.  She looked like a librarian on the outside but her underwear
was more like a whore would wear.

   "Why did you dress like this today Vicky...were you out on a cock
hunt...like you were on your wedding day?"

   Mum gasped, "I was not on a cock hunt on my wedding day...I'd just had a
little too much to drink and so many men were flirting with me that I just
lost control...I dressed like this because it gives me more confidence!"

   I saw movement from Tom, he'd dropped his shirt onto the floor at his
side and as soon as his chest came into view, my mother reached out and
started stroking his bare chest, she seemed to like playing with his hairy
chest and his nipples, she seemed to lose interest in looking out of the
living room window as well now.  Tom was reciprocating on my mother, not
playing with her hairy chest but he was paying a lot of attention to her
breasts and nipples.

   There were a few kisses exchanged and then Tom surprised me when he
said, "I've done half the work, if you want me to fuck you...you have to
finish off, we both need to be naked!"

   My mouth suddenly went dry and my heart started beating fast again as I
watched my mother opening Tom's trousers and she was pushing them, and his
underpants down taking her face close to his massive, rock hard, cock as
she was getting his trousers over his left foot, Tom said, "Suck my cock!"

   Mum shook her head, "I told you the last time that I don't!"

   "Do you mean that John's never managed to get a blow-job from you in
almost twelve years?"

   The voice in my head that sounded like me said, 'I don't believe
it...mum's like a hundred years old and she's never sucked a cock...I'm
only eleven years and a few weeks old and I've already sucked a
cock...twice!'

   The older voice said, 'Mum may have tried it but didn't like the taste!'

   The younger voice reminded the older one, 'We both love salty food and a
boy's spunk tastes mostly of salt!'

   Oh!  Another surprise, because my mother refused to suck his cock, Tom
was now stopping her taking his trousers and underpants off over his right
foot, "Suck my cock or go home!"

   Mum looked shocked, I could almost describe it as a look of devastation,
from not wanting Tom to take her to his house, not wanting to be undressed
in front of the window, she looked desperate to be fucked.  I saw that she
was biting the inside of her cheek as she looked around the room, Tom
stepped away from her and started to slip his foot back into his trousers
and as he did that with one hand, he handed my mother her skirt off of the
floor, "Here, put this back on!"

   Mum suddenly bent over again, her hand in between his foot and the legs
holes of his underpants and trousers, "No stop...I'll do it, I'll suck your
cock for you!"

   Mum was squatting down in front of him, he lifted his right foot off of
the floor to help her finish stripping him off, "Right, take your knickers
off but you can leave your stockings on."

   Mum stood upright and she pushed her knickers down and she stepped out
of them, she was now totally naked with her back to the camera, she was
looking out of the living room window to see if anyone was out in the
street, anyone that might be able to see her.  Tom turned her around and he
pulled her back against his chest, I saw the head of his cock peek out from
between her legs as he groped her breasts with one hand and rubbed the
other over her pussy mound.

   "How come Colin hasn't talked you into shaving your cunt bald...he loves
to look at pre-teen girls little bald pussies!"

   He let go of her and she turned herself back to face him, there was
another cut in the film, this time it was a venetian blind wipe back to the
high camera by the ceiling in the corner of the room as my mother slipped
back down into the squat in front of him again, her knees either side of
his legs, she dipped her head forward and took Colin's cock in her mouth.

   Both voices in my head said in unison, 'For a woman who says that she
doesn't suck cocks, mum looks like she knows exactly what to do!'

   Tom said, "You should suck cocks more often Vicky darling...you're
bloody good at it."

   Tom's praise seemed to animate my mother a little more, she moved her
head away more, even though the camera wasn't brilliant, I could see that
most of the head of his cock was leaving her mouth on the outward stroke
and her lips were pressing into his pubic hair on the inward stroke.

   "So, how long after me was it before John finally consummated your
marriage Vicky?"

   On the next outward stroke, mum didn't stop, she pulled her mouth all
the way off of his cock, "He had to wait until we went on our honeymoon,
our house wasn't ready for us so we had to live with his parents in their
two bed flat and neither of us wanted to do anything with them in the next
room!"

   Tom didn't have to prompt her, as soon as she finished answering his
question, mum lent back in and took his cock in her mouth again.

   "So, how many men fucked you between me and John then Vicky?"

   Again, on her next outward stroke, she pulled her mouth off of his cock,
"Just my dad."

   "Just your dad...what about Harry Benson and Ken Walker, I watched you
and your dad fucking and when I left, Harry was lining his cock up with
your cunt and Ken was sucking on your tits with his cock in your hand!"

   "I thought that you meant after that night, I assumed that you had
watched Harry, Ken and Paul Gamble fuck me at my wedding reception!"

   "Did the others all use condoms?"

   Mum took his cock in her mouth again and did a few rotations on his cock
with her mouth, "Apart from you, they all did, even Paul Gamble and he's
had a vasectomy!"

   "So, after your wedding reception, your dad fucked you again?"

   Mum nodded her head, "How often?"

   She pulled her mouth off of his cock again, "A few times."

   "A few...how many is a few?"

   The, "Every day!" was whispered.

   Tom laughed, "Your dad fucked you six times between your wedding day and
the first time your husband fucked you a week later?"

   Mum nodded her head again.

   Mum was looking very guilty at this point and she was just about to suck
his cock again when she suddenly stopped, she jumped to her feet and looked
out of the window...not, as I would have assumed, using Tom's body to mask
hers and looking over his shoulder, she stepped to the side and put the
palms of her hands on top of the desk as she looked around outside the
house.  Tom looked up at the camera and smiled.

   He moved behind her and this time he squatted down behind her as she was
leaning slightly forward.  I watched his right hand cover her right bum
cheek, his left covered the other one, he pushed his thumbs in between her
cheeks and prised her backside open, "I see that neither John nor Colin
have used your arse yet Vicky!"

   Mum was still looking out of the window, she shook her head, "I don't
think that John would ever want to try anything like that...I think he
would probably think that it would make him gay or something!"

   "What can you see?"

   Mum quickly looked over her shoulder at Tom as he stared intently
between her bum cheeks, "It looks like two young boys are playing with a
football out in the street..." mum turned back to looking out of the window
again, "...one's black, African or Afro-Caribbean, looking boy and the
other a tall skinny lad with ginger hair."

   I saw Tom stick his tongue out and he licked up, over her bum hole and
then he repositioned his right thumb and pressed it in, mum suddenly pushed
up off the desk's top and stood bolt upright, "It's going to be fun
breaking that tight little hole in Vicky darling!"

   Mum managed to drag her eyes away from the boys playing out in the
street, just long enough to smile at Tom before she looked back out into
the street.  Tom was looking up at the camera again, he was rubbing his
cock with his right hand, I could almost read his mind...he was looking at
her bottom and back at the head of his cock, there was suddenly written
text at the bottom of the screen, 'I would have loved to fuck Vicky up her
arse but this was our first meeting in twelve years so I wanted her first
fuck to be a little more comfortable...............................Just not
too comfortable though!'

   Tom pressed his cock against her bottom and he leaned over her back to
see who she could see out in the street, "Oh, those two, they're Simon and
Peter, they're the same age as Robert and Robert will be joining them when
the new year starts at Abbeyfield School."

   Tom was holding his cock in his hand and rubbing it up and down her bum
as if he was trying to find the doorway in the dark, "I want to fuck you up
your bum Vicky!"

   She shook her head, "You can't...John has no interest in that hole but
if you stretch that muscle, he might notice it and start asking awkward
questions!"

   "Well, if I can't fuck your arse, I want to fuck you out on the back
lawn!"

   I saw my mother's body shiver when Tom told her that he wanted to fuck
her in the back garden.  Mum pushed herself up off of the desk and she
walked towards the door through into the kitchen or dining room.  I thought
that was the end of the video...I was really looking forward to watching my
mother getting fucked by Robert's father but as my mother stepped through
the doorway, I thought it was all over but the progress bar said that there
was still something like ten percent of the video left.  Tom followed my
mother out of the living room but first he stopped at the cabinet and
closed his briefcase before picking it up, there was another cut, this time
it was a fade to black and out again.

   The video was back to the best quality camera feed and the good sound
reproduction, mum was standing at the back door, "Erm Tom...how many people
can see into your back yard?"

   "Only ten houses but they'll all be at work at this time of the day!"

   Mum stepped gingerly into the garden, she stood there wearing just self
support stockings looking all around, she froze, "You can see into the
garden from the road over there!"

   Tom swung the camera to show the low fence at the side of his back
garden, I spotted a black boy run across the road chasing a ball, Tom said,
"You can only be seen here, once you get on the lawn, they won't see us
from the road!"

   The camera was back pointing at my mother again and once again, I could
see her body shivering with excitement as she walked slowly from the patio
at the back of the house and into the middle of the lawn.  Tom walked over
to a summer house and he placed his briefcase on the deck of the wooden
shed.  Mum didn't wait until Tom got to her to talk her into getting on her
back on the grass, by the time the hidden camera stopped moving, mum was on
the grass, on her back, her knees in the air and her feet flat on the
grass.

   Tom knelt between her legs, "Do you have a condom?"

   Tom laughed, "No...no condom, when was your last period?"

   Mum looked thoughtful for a moment, "I'm about to come on any day now!"

   "Then a condom won't make much difference."

   I saw a nervous look on my mother's face, I'd done the lessons, it's
like that saying, 'A dog isn't just for Christmas!'...a condom isn't just
for birth control, it protects against STDs too!

   Tom said, "Well?"

   Mum nodded her head and Tom fell forward, sticking his dick in her
pussy. She went off like a roman candle, Tom was pushing his cock into her
cunt at the rate of two thrusts per second, she was lifting her hips up to
meet him at around four lifts per second, twice the rate that Tom was
fucking her.  Mum was really going off on one, verbalising her pleasure,
Tom was laughing at her, "You keep saying that you're shy and don't want
people to see you naked or being fucked but I think that you love the
thought of being caught, you get off on it."

   Tom lifted mums legs and pressed her knees against her breasts, pushing
down on the backs of her knees to lift his upper body high above her chest
and he was throwing his cock into her with all his might, then Tom made a
similar sound to the noise that Robert made just as his spunk fired off
into my throat...'Like son...like father' jumped into my head.  Tom fell on
top of her and was gasping for breath for a few minutes, then he lifted his
upper body again and looked down between their bodies, "It looks like you
don't have to worry about my knocking you up, our little fuck has started
your period!"

   Tom retracted his cock...he was only half the man he was when he started
fucking her, he walked towards the camera, his cock and balls as well as
his abdomen, totally covered in a film of my mother's blood.  He picked the
camera up and carried it over to her and placed it between her legs, "Here,
I have a pack of tissues in my briefcase!"

   The camera filmed up into my mother's pussy hole, capturing Tom's spunk
as it flowed out of her.  Tom handed her the pack of tissues, she sat up
and squeezed a lump of thick jellified spunk out of her body, that she
caught with a tissue!

   The video stopped and the progress bar reported that the video was at
one hundred percent.

   A thought entered my head, I'd never even thought about sex, all of the
books that I read were age appropriate so never mentioned sex, they barely
even mentioned a girl even kissing a boy..we had no TV at home so I didn't
get the usual sexual pointers from TV programs and the fact that we didn't
have a TV was another of those things that stopped me making friends at
school, I liked reading and didn't know anything about the programs on TV
so I was marked out as an alien, an outsider.

   I closed the linked page down and another message pinged onto my screen
from Robert, 'Well, it looks like your dad took the net-nanny off of your
computer, you've watched that video all the way through, what did you think
of it?'

   I typed in my reply, 'Well, it was certainly an eye-opener for me, I've
never seen my mother like that before!'

   There was just a 'Lol' in replay and then another email, 'Would you like
to see another video of your mum and my dad?'

   I checked my watch, 'I only have about ten minutes before I have to go
to bed.'

   'The second video is a short one!'

   There was another email with just one word in it, 'link'

   The second video opened with dash-cam footage again, the car was driving
towards my primary school, the date on the bottom of the screen was the
eighth of September, twenty twenty-one at eight o'clock in the morning,
that was my third day at school in year six so I was just over ten years
old.  I actually saw myself, walking with my mother...now this was an image
that I'd never seen or even thought about, I was wearing my summer uniform
dress, blue and white check, my collar fastened all the way up to my chin
and the bottom hem of my dress just an inch above my ankles, and I was
walking with my mother.  I wasn't the only child walking with her mother,
there were many others but I was the only year six girl with her mother.  I
spotted another difference, all of my fellow year six girls wore much
shorter dresses, most three or four inches above their knees and I was the
only one with the top button fastened.  Elizabeth Green was walking behind
me with Tony Wilson, her top two buttons were open.

   Elizabeth Green was the first girl that I'd ever heard talking about
giving boys blow-jobs...not to me you understand, talking to her friends
about it and she had been doing that probably since year two, she was very
popular with the boys at our primary school and Tony Wilson was just the
latest in a long list of boyfriends that I'd seen her with.

   Tom's voice came over the little speaker, "Hello Vicky...who is this
then, your daughter perhaps?"

   Tom drove past us and he stopped just down the road.  I saw lots more
kids that I recognised, some of the year four girls were allowed to walk to
school together without their parents and I was two years older but still
being walked to school by my mother.

   It seemed like a bad cut in the film, the time had suddenly jumped to
ten minutes past eight in just a second and my mother's voice came out of
the speaker, "I wasn't expecting you to be here this early!"

   "Morning Victoria...who were you walking to school then?"

   There was a delay in her answer, as there was a digital clock running at
the bottom of the screen, I could have actually counted how long that pause
was from the timer, "That's Kitty, my daughter!"

   "Really...I didn't think John had it in him, she looked quite grown
up...how old is she?"

   "Ten...ten years old!"

   "When's her birthday?"

   There was another long pause before my mother said, "Eleventh of
August!"



   Tom chuckled, the film started to move on, Tom was driving with my
mother sitting in the front passenger seat, there was the sound of a gear
change and then Tom said, "So, Kitty was born exactly nine months to the
day after your wedding day...and John first had sex with you exactly a week
after you married him...Now I know that gestation isn't always forty weeks
but..."

   There was another sound of gears changing and the sound of breaking, Tom
shouted, "Bloody idiot!" at someone that pulled out on him at the last
minute.

   "I know that not every pregnancy runs to exactly forty weeks but your
Kitty looks like...well, anyone who knows my son Robert, if they saw your
Kitty, they would think that she was Robert's sister, same hair colour,
similar facial features, especially when Tom was ten years old, before he
started bulking up from all the football and rugby that he's playing these
days."

   I spotted that they were close to Tom's house again, I saw Abbeyfield
School but instead of turning into the estate, they drove past the front of
the school and pulled up in front of the old abbey field that the school
was named after, the abbey had been 'Raped' by King Henry the eighth during
the dissolution of the monasteries in the sixteenth century.  That
particular abbey was sold off to a builder as a stone quarry, the builder
built several large merchants houses in Northampton's centre and the land
was just too poor to be of use for farming and it had been left as scrub
land ever since.

   Tom parked his car, "Right Vicky, I have the four case studies that form
this year's accountancy course, you have to treat them as if you're the
chief Financial Officer and prepare annual accounts for Key Performance
Indicators for the board of directors as well as tax and future investor
reports.  After you've finished your analyses, I'll mark your work and
submit it to the examinations board and arrange for your exam!"

   There was a proper cut, a swirl transition this time and I was watching
a low view of the tarmac path leading into the wilderness at the side of my
school, I remembered seeing it for the first time as I was walking to
school this morning.  It was the good quality camera but it was swinging
slightly from side to side, I heard my mother say, "Why do you need your
briefcase?"

   "I've got your case studies in it, but I'm only going to give it to you
if you do everything that I want you to do today, out here in the park!"

   I'd never heard of the abbey field being described as a park before, for
a start off, there were no swings or slides, not even a football pitch,
just trees, bushes, wild meadows and footpaths.

   They stopped at a point on the main path where just a muddy stretch was
cut in the grass by lots of people walking that route.  The camera swung
around and pointed at the bush at the end of that muddy track, "What about
that one Vicky, how would you feel in there?"

   I could see what looked like a cave or tunnel into the bushes at the end
of the track.  The camera tilted up to my mother's face, she was looking
over her shoulder, she shook her head, "Too close to the road and it looks
like lots of people go there!"

   "Okay, we'll walk a little further!"

   After about a hundred yards, Tom stopped again, the camera turned, there
was no track this time, the grass was still intact, just faint signs in the
sword where the grass had been stepped on.  The camera settled on a wall of
branches, I took a closer look at the screen and saw that there were only
one or two branches covering the front of another tunnel into the
undergrowth.

   "I don't think we'll find anywhere better than this Vicky!"

   The camera pointed at my mother's face again, she was nodding her head,
"Okay, we can try in there!"

   The bush was like a large green doughnut or bagel, the empty centre was
about sixty feet across and right at the epicentre was a tree stump, more
than three feet wide.  A massive tree had been cut down very recently, a
dense canopy tree judging by the lack of brush or scrub on the circle of
bush where nothing had grown.

   "Climb up on the stump and undress for me Victoria please!"

   There was no hesitation, mum jumped up on the stomp about two feet off
the ground, she started to turn around on the top of the stump and she
stopped with her back to the camera that was now sitting on something
because Tom was now standing in front of my mother, "What can you see
Vicky?"

   "Abbeyfield School!"

   "Anyone about?"

   "No but I can see some of the classroom's windows!"

   "Just turn your back on them and forget the school, anyone looking this
way will see the edge of the bushes, you'll disappear behind the branches."

   Mum was now facing the camera again as she started unbuttoning the front
of her dress.  It was just like the last film, mum was dressed like a
typical housewife and mother from a very conservative family but once her
dress was off, her underwear was more like what a whore would wear to
attract male customers.

   I watched as mum unfastened her bra behind her back, a skill that I
still hadn't mastered even a year after starting with my first training
bra. I always had to put my bra on back to front to fasten it and then
twist it back into place before slipping my arms into the shoulder straps
and pulling the cups in place over my breasts.  Mum dropped her bra to the
floor and then she made a slow turn, a full circle before stopping to face
the camera again, it was almost as if she knew that there was a camera
there filming her and she was performing for it.

   She dropped her knickers to the floor and started another turn on top of
the stump.  Tom stopped her with her back to the camera, "Did you let John
fuck you since our last meeting Vicky?"

   Mum nodded her head.

   "And did you make him slip out?"

   She nodded her head again.

   "When?"

   "Last night...I was on the rag until yesterday morning and John won't
come close to me when I'm bleeding."

   Tom prised her bum cheeks open and looked at her bottom, "Did it hurt?"

   "Hurt like hell!"

   "He's bruised your anal muscle..." I watched Tom pressing his thumb
against her anal hole and it disappeared up to the first knuckle, "...does
that hurt?"

   There was a long pause and then mum shook her head, Tom pulled back a
millimetre and pushed back in sharply, the knuckle joint disappeared and
that increase in thickness caused mum to gasp in pain, "This isn't bad for
only our second try Vicky, you're doing really well!"

   Tom pulled his thumb all the way out of her bottom and he spat on the
tip of his thumb, he rubbed the spit all over her muscle, spat on the tip
of his thumb again and this time, he eased the tip back into her bottom,
about half way between the tip of his thumb and that first joint, "Is that
okay?"

   She nodded her head and Tom jerked his hand forward, all of his thumb
disappeared, mum arched her back and gasped in pain and then she froze,
looking towards the school.

   "What can you see Vicky?"

   "Kids, lots of them in sports kit running out of the back of the school
building!"

   I saw Tom look at his wrist watch, "That will be my Robert's class doing
their sports lesson, they're due to go cross country running this morning!
Does your bottom still hurt?"

   Mum looked over her shoulder, down at her bottom, she shook her head,
"No, not hurting, just feels uncomfortable, like I'm overly full back
there!"

   Tom started pulling his thumb out a little and pushing it back in, just
a little at a time and quite slowly at first but he increased the speed and
the distance that he was moving his thumb, "How far did John get his cock
in you last night?"

   Mum's breathing had changed, it sounded like she was starting to really
enjoy what Tom was doing behind her.

   "After John slipped...did he get to finish off in your cunt?"

   Mum shook her head, the gasp this time was a gasp of pleasure rather
than pain, she shook her head, "No, he was too worried that it might happen
again so he stopped."

   "I think that you should offer to suck his cock for him tonight, tell
him that you want to please him but that you're worried that he could hurt
your bottom again."

   Tom telling my mother to suck my father's cock and how she could explain
that change in their relationship made her shiver again and tipped her over
into a full blown orgasm.  I thought back...mind you, it was a year ago but
I remembered that one day in that first week, my father came home with a
bunch of flowers and now that I was watching this video, I wondered if he
had bought her the flowers on Wednesday afternoon because he thought his
cock had accidentally slipped out and hurt her bottom or if it was on
Thursday afternoon to thank her for sucking his cock.

   Mum's orgasm suddenly collapsed, she froze as three boys slipped into
the clearing from the direction of the school.  I recognised Robert, the
boy behind him was more than six inches taller with a mop of ginger hair on
his head, so that must have been Peter and behind Peter was a shorter, more
muscular boy as black as coal, so he must have been Simon.

   Tom pulled his thumb out of mum's 'Plumb-pudding' and told her to step
down off of the tree stump.  The three boys stood in front of mum, Tom
positioned them carefully so that the hidden camera had the best view
possible.  Tom told my mother to pull Peter's shorts down and suck his cock
for him.  Mum looked troubled, it must have occurred that the boys weren't
there by accident, Tom just had to have planned the whole thing.

   Mum went to squat down in front of Peter but Tom stopped her, he told
her to keep her legs straight and to bend at the waist to suck him.  Six
hours ago, I'd never seen a cock and just six hours later, I was looking at
my third cock of the day, Tom's cock was massive, Peter's cock looked a
little longer than Robert's but it was as thin as a pencil.  There was no
reluctance on my mother's part once she got into sucking Peter's cock and
she was working hard to try to get him off in her mouth and while she was
doing that, Tom was adding more spit to his thumb and was massaging that
into her bum.

   Peter suddenly pushed mum's head away from his cock, Tom said, "Have you
cum Peter?"

   Peter shook his head, with a smile on his face.  Tom told mum to suck
Robert's cock and while mum was sucking Tom's cock, Peter shuffled in
behind my mother and he suddenly stabbed his hips against her buttocks, she
gasped a little, dropped Robert's cock from her mouth and looked over her
shoulder at Peter as he started fucking her from behind.  There was an
annoyed look on her face but she just went straight back to sucking
Robert's cock.  Peter lowered his chest onto mum's back and he was fondling
her breasts as he fucked her.

   As I was watching, I wondered if my mother had looked annoyed at Peter
because he was fucking her in her pussy or if he was in totally the wrong
hole and that's what had annoyed her...I didn't have to wonder for long
though, Tom picked the camera up and moved it to just a few inches away
from Peter's bottom, filming up between their legs, Peter's cock was
definitely in my mother's bottom, not her pussy.  Robert started breathing
heavily, he was lifting himself onto the tips of his toes as he gasped
through his orgasm.

   "Suck Simon's cock next Vicky!"

   'Fourth cock in six hours!' popped into my head.

   Simon's cock looked about the same length as Robert's but almost as
thick as Tom's but coal black...well, coal black for the most part but the
head of his cock had hints of pink and possibly purple as well over its
head.

   Tom moved now, my mother looked really excited as Simon's cock closed in
on her mouth, I wondered what my mother would think when she finally opened
her eyes and saw Tom holding his briefcase close to her face.  I watched
Simon run through his climax as she sucked his cock.  I actually felt my
mouth watering as my mother swallowed her second load of salty goodness.

   Her eyes suddenly opened wider, she looked a little pissed off as she
said, "Where did you get that camera from?"

   Tom looked over at his brief case, pointing the camera past Peter
fucking her up the bum, "I had it in there...so, now that you've sucked two
cocks off without spitting, what do you think to sucking cocks?"

   Mum lost her pissed off look, relaxed and calmed down, Peter was really
ramming her hard now and mum had a petite orgasm as Peter had a massive
one, "I wish that I'd started sucking cocks years ago, I quite like the
taste of spunk."

   Tom went to his briefcase and took a pack of wet-wipes to give to Peter
to clean his cock up.  Tom pointed his camera at my mother's bum as black
fingers pulled her bum cheeks apart.  When I'd seen my mother's anus in the
last video, it was a tightly puckered up, like my own but after Peter had
been in her, it was a gaping wide open tunnel and suddenly it looked like
my mother gave a little jerk and a little lump of semen tumbled out.

   Tom told the boys to go back to their cross country run.  I'd expected
mum to start getting dressed again but she was just walking around the
clearing, still in the nude.  Tom was following her around with the camera,
filming her, she even walked to the outside edge of the tunnel into the
outside world before returning, Tom said, "Can I show this video to Colin
please?"

   "I'd rather you didn't show my father the video, or even tell him that
I've started having anal sex, I don't want him pestering me for that!"

   "How about the oral sex, shall I tell him that you like doing that?"

   Mum looked thoughtful for a moment, "You can tell him that if you like!"

   "Well Vicky, would you like me to fuck you now?"

   "Please!"

   "Which hole would you like me to use?"

   Mum tapped her lips, then she tapped her pussy mound, "If you want to do
the other hole, at least fuck me properly before you try it!"

   Tom chuckled, "Well, I'd love to fuck your arse today but I'll leave
that until the next time, no point in overdoing it on your first
try...would you like me to cum in your cunt or in your mouth?"

   I saw my mother look thoughtful for a moment, "Well, I'd love you to
come in my mouth this time but as I'm in my safe period today, you can cum
in my cunt if you like."

   "Okay, suck me for a few minutes and then I'll give you a good seeing
to!"

   Mum sucked his cock greedily for several minutes, got Tom close to his
orgasm and then he fucked her with her bum and lower back resting on the
tree's stump, as Tom was fucking her, he said, "I noticed that Kitty has
started to develop her breasts, what kind of bras does she wear?"

   Mum went from the starting blocks of her orgasm to a low level orgasm
just having my name mentioned as Tom was fucking her, she panted through,
"John hasn't let her have a bra yet, he thinks she's too young and her
breasts haven't really formed properly yet."

   "If you don't mind me saying...I think Kitty needs some more sexy
clothes!"

   Mum laughed, "She's wearing a school uniform, nothing sexy about a
school uniform!"

   "But the girl walking behind Kitty was wearing her school uniform, her
breasts were smaller but she looked far sexier because her hem was higher,
showing off her shapely legs and the top two buttons of her dress were
open, showing off her elegantly long neck...you should encourage Kitty to
show off more, she's at the perfect age to excite men and boys alike!"

   The film ended on a close-up of my mother's face looking thoughtful and
a smile slowly breaking over her face!

   I closed the film's link page and there was another ping, another
message coming in from Robert, 'Sorry, that film was longer than I
remembered it being, you're late for bed now I guess.  Will you be in
trouble?'

   I pressed reply, 'I'm late but it's okay, no one is bugging me to go to
bed yet but I'd better go to bed now.  Thanks for sending me the links
Robert, see you in homework club tomorrow.'

   I had wanted to put 'Darling' at the end of that email but resisted the
temptation, I almost danced out of my bedroom, I was flying high on a wave
of newly discovered sexual enlightenment.  I ran from my bedroom to the top
of the stairs but I was feeling reckless, so instead of running down the
stairs, I straddled the banister and slid down, I was face down on the
banister rail but was sliding down feet first, there was a slight regret at
my reckless act when my nighty bunched up under my chin and I started
sliding with my bare breasts either side of the rail and my pussy rubbing
as well, the full regret happened when I was unable to stop my slide and my
most intimate crevice crashed into the acorn newel post finial at the
bottom of the stairs.

   I crossed the hall into the kitchen, filled a glass with water and then
walked through the dining room and into the living room.  There was
something wrong, my dad was in his place, sitting in his favourite seat,
dressed in his pyjamas and staring at the door out into the hall, he was
muttering something over and over again.  I stopped dead in my tracks, two
things were out of place, there was no book or newspaper on his lap and no
mother's head pressed into the antimacassar on the back of her favourite
chair.  I resolved the mumbling that my dad was doing, "I can't believe
that I only discovered this last year after my little accident...I would
never have believed how much you would have enjoyed doing it Vicky!"

   There was a little movement in my dad's lap, hair lifting and falling, I
leaned forward a little bit and saw that my mother was sucking my dad's
cock and she was doing a rather energetic job of it too!

   I back peddled, walked backwards through the dining room on the tips of
my toes, then I ran through the kitchen and out into the hall, I shouted,
"Mum...dad, I'm just getting a drink to take upstairs and then I'll be off
to bed, sorry I'm a bit late tonight...I promise that I'll go straight to
sleep!"

   I walked through the kitchen and back into the living room via the
dining room.  I placed my glass on the sideboard and went to kiss my
parents good night.  Fortunately my parents were both in their rightful
places now, mum even had a book on her lap, even if my dad didn't have one.
Usually, I would just lean over the arm of my father's chair to kiss him
because he would have a newspaper or book on his lap but today, as his lap
was clear, for the first time in my life, I sat across his lap to kiss him
on his cheek, my right hip pressing up against his hard cock through the
thin cotton front of his pyjama bottoms.

   My kiss was, as usual, on his cheek but because I was on his lap, it
allowed me to give him a hug as well as a kiss more easily.  I wrapped my
arms around his neck and felt a little jump in his cock at the closeness of
our contact.  He lifted his right hand, placed it on my shoulder through
the thin material of my summer nighty, he was rubbing his hand around my
shoulder and upper back, the second little jump of his cock against my hip
told me that he was searching for any signs that I was wearing a bra under
my nighty and when he was sure that I wasn't wearing one, his cock gave
another little hiccup against my side.

   I was about to get off of his lap when his hand moved quickly from my
shoulder and down to my bottom, he was advising me to go straight to sleep
as he patted my bottom, again, through my thin nighty and there was yet
another jump from his cock as I finally slipped off of his lap.

   Mum moved her book as I was about to bend over the arm of her chair to
kiss her on her cheek, she patted her lap, she wanted me to sit on her
knee, like I'd just sat on my father's.  As I kissed her, her hand was on
my thigh...I was sure that it was an accident but as I was climbing back
off of her knee, the bottom hem of my nighty got pulled almost all the way
up, my dad was looking in our direction, as I rolled off of my mum's lap,
I'm sure that he got a flash of my beaver pelt before my back was towards
him.

   I collected my glass of water and headed for the living room door.  I
walked out into the hall, pulled the living room door closed...no, I didn't
close it, I just pulled it behind me, hoping that it would close but it
didn't, it bounced back a little, I saw my mum move, her hands were now on
the arms of my dad's chair and she was bending over him.

   "That was a little dangerous darling!"

   "Are you complaining darling?"

   "No, but don't you think that Kitty's a little young still?"

   "I thought that she handled catching me sucking your cock in a very
adult way."

   "What do you mean?"

   "I spotted Kitty watching us from the dining room, she just backed away
and ran back to the hall to warn us that she was here...didn't you think
that she found a glass and filled it with water rather quickly?"

   I was on the bottom step of the stairs watching the gap along the edge
of the door and its frame as the breeze rocked it from side to side.  Dad
wasn't looking at the door now, he was smiling at my mother's face, she
said, "Right, now that you're extra excited, where would you like to cum,
in my mouth, in my bottom or in a condom in my cunt...darling?"

   Dad laughed, "I can't believe that one little slip could change our sex
lives so completely, oral sex because of the pain I caused and then, all of
a sudden, you find that you like anal sex almost as much as vaginal sex!"

   "Yes, and remember, I can't get pregnant from oral or anal sex!"

   "I think I'll cum up your bum tonight darling!"

   Mum turned around and lifted the back of her nighty before sitting down
on his lap as he aimed his cock with his hand, plugging it into her arse
hole.  My mother was actually doing the fucking, I got the feeling that she
spotted me watching them from my perch on the bottom step.

   "Doctor Gordon did a scratch test on my arm earlier today, they have a
new formulation for the birth control implant that he wanted to test on me
to see if I can tolerate the new formula...it feels okay still so I might
be able to go on implants and finally stop worrying about condoms.w"

   "That would be nice...I remember back when you tried your first oral
contraception, it was really disappointing that you couldn't take them and
just as we were starting to experiment as well!"

   "Did you see the way that Steven King was flirting with me at the club
on Saturday...how about him as the first when I finally get my implant?"

   My dad was now starting to lift up as my mother settled down, increasing
his pleasure.

   I think that we should stick to our original plan from ten years ago, go
to the coast to a hotel for a weekend, leave Kitty with my mum and dad or
with your dad and pick up a stranger in a pub or bar that we'll never have
to see again, if we don't want to!"

   My mother started to climax and as she did, she was gesturing with her
head for me to go up to bed.  As I climbed the stairs trying not to make
the steps creak as I climbed but then my mother really started to verbalise
her pre-orgasmic tensions, I could have let a flock of elephants climb the
stairs and no one would have heard them over my mother's verbalising!

   I didn't close my bedroom door, I never did, I know that it was a little
childish but I didn't like the dark, there was a night-light on the landing
that came on whenever it was totally dark so that I could always see a
faint light around my door, I liked to think that it was a safety thing, if
I needed to get out of my bedroom in a panic, I'd always know where my door
was.

   There was giggling on the stairs, dad was shushing her, "You'll wake
Kitty!"

   "It's your fault, men look ridiculous climbing the stairs when they're
naked, especially with a dirty cock swinging from side to side!"

   They both went into the bathroom together, I slipped out of bed to spy
on them in the bathroom, mum was sitting on the toilet and dad was standing
at the sink, washing his cock clean.

   "You must have dumped a gallon of cum up my bum...I'm going to be
sitting here all night trying to empty it all out before I can go to bed,
I'd better use a tampon, can you get me one please darling?"

   "This one?"

   "No, I got that box for Kitty, I'll need the one with the black wrapper,
the maxi-flow tampon!"

   I watched my dad unwrap the tampon in its delivery tube, mum stood up
and turned her back to us, Dad inserted the thicker tube in her bum and
then pressed the thinner tube to insert the tampon.

   "Doing that always makes you hard...if you've washed it properly, would
you like me to suck it for you?"

   So, there they were, in the family bathroom, my mother wagging her
little blue tail in my direction as she sucked his cock for him.

   I watched as my father climaxed into her mouth and then I ran for my
bed, just in case one or other of them looked into my bedroom.  I climbed
into bed and it was like someone turned me off, I didn't twitch a muscle
until my alarm clock went off in the morning to wake me up for school.

   Mum had already left for work and dad was running around to get ready
for his long drive, today he was working in Leeds, he was facing almost a
one hundred and forty mile drive before he actually started working...that
was a two hour drive minimum, and that was if everything was running
smoothly on the motorway.

   Usually, when I woke in the morning, I would go into the bathroom and
have a cat's lick wash, you know, face, arms, under arms and hands because
I'd had a shower before going to bed.  After really hot nights, I would
have a shower in the morning as well because I would have sweated all night
long.  After my morning wash, I would dress for the day before going down
for breakfast...today I decided to do things a little different, if I had
washed and changed, my father would have been gone before I went downstairs
so as soon as I got out of bed, I ran down to the kitchen, I had to squeeze
between my dad and the sink to get to the cupboard with the boxes of
breakfast cereal.

   I saw the smile grow on his face as the bulge grew in his trousers.  I
sat at the little table in the kitchen as dad finished making his
sandwiches, he sat opposite me to finish his coffee, he was looking
straight at my tits, my nighty was just a little too thick for him to see
very much of my body under it, he must have had a sexy thought, his smile
widened and the bulge in the front of his trousers twitched, "Looks like
you could do with some new nighties now that you have become interested in
boys...will that Robert boy that you mentioned be walking you to school
darling?"

   I shook my head, "No, Robert lives quite close to school, I wouldn't
think that he'd bother walking all the way over here, just to walk back to
school."

   Dad said, "That's a pity...you could have had a few minutes of privacy
before school and it would have been nice to have someone to talk to on
your walk to school after!"

   I managed to stop myself smiling at that, like Robert would worry about
having privacy, he was perfectly happy to play in the library where any one
of thirty or more people could catch us and in the foyer of the school
where we could have been caught by almost anyone.

   I took my bowl to the sink, this time it was my father's turn to squeeze
past me, he swept his hands across my shoulders, leaned over my back and
kissed me on my cheek, I felt the little pressure against my bottom as he
pressed his cock against me through our clothes.

   "I'd love to play hooky today but I have people waiting for me in Leeds
and if I don't go now, it'll take three hours to get up to Leeds instead of
two...hey, invite that boy to come to dinner tonight, it'll be nice to meet
him!"

   I didn't know what to expect, I'd never really walked around the house
wearing so little before...I have no idea why I was always fully dressed
around the house in the past, it wasn't like my mum and dad had any strict
rules about it...dad was always correctly dressed, well, that's what I
thought until last night.  Dad had always worn his dressing gown over his
pyjamas in the past.  Mum always dressed conservatively on the outside but
I'd discovered last night that she wasn't so conservative in her underwear
but I'm sure that only started a year ago when she wanted to refresh her
qualifications so that she could start working now that I was going to
secondary school.

   I went up to the bathroom, I was tempted to check my mother's wardrobe
and drawers to see just how wild her underwear had become in the past
twelve months but instead, I just had my cat lick wash and then into my
bedroom, walking across the hallway totally naked and feeling very daring
as I did it.

   I looked in my wardrobe, I had the choice at this time of the year, I
could wear my gingham summer dress or my dark blue uniform dress, I could
dress the way that I was dressed yesterday, navy skirt and white shirt with
a school tie and with or without a blazer, I could also wear trousers if I
liked in place of the skirt.  I smiled at my range of possible uniforms,
boys got the choice of black, charcoal or navy trousers with the shirt in
the summer, blazer and tie on top of the shirt in the autumn, winter and
spring.

   I opted for the navy blue dress and black sandals and left the house
about twenty minutes earlier than I usually would, I made another change to
my routine, I didn't pick out a book to read as I walked to school...I was
going to keep my eyes open all the way to school today to see what else
goes on in the world, rather than what goes on in my books.

   I left my little side street and turned the corner in front of my
Grandfather Colin's house, I spotted Elizabeth Green up ahead of me on the
road, she was walking with Tony Wilson and Alan Prescott, I was surprised
by that, I'd seen her in the playground at Abbeyfield School yesterday with
Alan but her and Tony had a massive bust up a few months earlier, a very
public bust up that seemed to have no way back.  There was another boy,
Isaac Newham, one of the few mixed race kids in our area, he was an outcast
like me, I'd heard rumours that he was good at football but he never got to
play with our primary school's team, just because he wasn't white.

   I waited for Isaac to walk past me and said, "Good morning Isaac."

   He gave me a strange look...okay, I'd known him for at least five years,
we were in different classes at school so didn't mix much but I saw him in
the playground and out and about almost every day for five years...he
looked at my hands, "Morning Kitty, have you finished reading all the books
in the world now?"

   I looked down at my hands and then smiled at him, this was probably the
first time Isaac had seen me without a book in my hand.

   "Looks like Elizabeth is gathering boys, two by two now that we're at
big school!"

   He returned my smile and we started walking towards school behind
Elizabeth and her entourage of ex...or possibly current...boyfriends.

   Isaac asked me how come I wasn't reading as I walked along today?

   "The thing is, I learn a lot from books, have a lot of fun when I'm lost
in them but I've discovered that there are things going on all around me in
the real world that can be even more fun..." I gestured with my head
towards Elizabeth, Tony and Alan, "...like those, I mean, what can she do
with two boys at the same time?"

   Isaac gestured with his head in their direction as well, "Or three boys
at the same time?"

   I was a little confused by his comment, I looked at the group of three
and then I spotted another boy, another of Elizabeth's boyfriends, Paul
Gamble, he was a year eight boy so he had left our primary school a year
ago and I hadn't seen him since so now there were three boys buzzing around
Elizabeth.

   I nodded my head in agreement and then started to get to know Isaac for
the first time in seven years, just talking about his likes and dislikes
and telling him mine as we walked along trailing the 'Elizabeth gang'.

   Talking to another human as I walked to school made the journey go a
little faster than it would feel if I'd been reading my book as I walked,
from our area of town, we approached school from the direction of Abbey
Fields, Elizabeth and her friends were about fifty yards ahead of us when
they reached the tarmac path down into the country park..  I spotted the
badly worn mud path that I'd seen in the second video and Elizabeth and her
three boyfriends were all walking towards the tunnel into the bush.

   I stopped at a point that was in a direct line with the tunnel, it went
a long way into the bush but the four of them stopped just inside.  Paul
helped her take her dress off, there was no bra under her dress, even
though she really needed to wear one, leaving her standing in the bush
wearing just her knickers.  Paul tried to push her knickers down but she
stopped him, she was shaking her head and then she held her hand out, it
looked like she was asking for money but she was satisfied when Paul
dropped a wrapped condom into her open hand.

   As soon as Elizabeth was happy that she had a condom in her hand, she
let Paul take her knickers down, she tore open the condom and rolled it
down Paul's cock.  I wasn't sure if the four in the bush couldn't see me
and Isaac standing there thirty yards away watching them or if they just
didn't care but as soon as Elizabeth had totally sheathed Paul's cock, she
turned her back on him, opened her legs and bent at the waist to suck
Tony's cock as Paul stepped in behind the totally naked girl to fuck her
from behind.

   Isaac's arm slid over the back of my neck, his hand lolling over my
right shoulder, I looked at his hand, it was surprisingly white for a mixed
race boy, I looked to my left, strangely, Isaac had a white hand lolling
over his left shoulder and then, as if by magic, Robert Westfield appeared
between Isaac's face and mine, he kissed me and said, "You guys enjoying
watching the show?"

   I returned his kiss and said, "Me and Isaac were just walking to school
and we couldn't believe what Elizabeth and her boyfriends were doing right
there, almost totally out in the open!"

   Robert looked at Isaac, "Morning Isaac, you Kitty's boyfriend then?"

   Isaac looked very embarrassed, "No, today's the first time we've even
spoken to each other!"

   Elizabeth had been sucking Tony's cock while Paul was fucking her from
behind but she was just moving onto Alan's cock when Robert said, "Have you
ever had your cock sucked like that Isaac old mate?"

   Isaac shook his head.

   Robert looked into my face this time, "I'll bet that you'd give my old
mate Isaac here a blow-job...wouldn't you Kitty?"

   I shrugged my shoulders.

   Robert looked back at Isaac, "I'll bet that you'd love to get a little
oral sex from Kitty wouldn't you Isaac?"

   Isaac looked around Robert, he looked at my face and he grinned at me
before nodding his head like a loon!

   Robert started moving us on, pushing me and Isaac towards the tarmac
path with his arms over our shoulders.  Elizabeth had just switched back to
sucking Tony's cock again as we reached the muddy track.  I was beginning
to worry that Robert was about to push me and Isaac into the same bush that
Elizabeth was using, not that I minded her but I didn't particularly like
Tony, Alan or Paul and wouldn't trust any of them as far as I could throw
them.

   We started to turn off of the main path at the muddy track, I started to
try and resist but Robert was already guiding us away from Elizabeth
towards the much better hidden den that I'd seen my mother and Robert's
father using in the video last night.  As we closed in on the second den,
Robert told us to be careful how we lifted the green door of branches so as
not to damage them.

   Robert turned me so that my back was to Isaac, as he kissed me he was
unbuttoning my dress and as he pushed my dress off over my shoulders, he
whispered, "Be nice to Isaac, I don't think any girls around here have ever
been nice to him before!"

   I have to say that I had the same feeling just from talking to him, even
Elizabeth didn't want to know him just because he was a mixed race boy and
she would suck any boy's cock who asked her to.

   Robert turned me to face Isaac, he told Isaac to kiss me as he unhooked
my bra's clasp and pushed my bra off of my body.  My bra and my dress were
both dropped onto the tree stump and Robert pushed my right wrist from
behind, he moved my hand to the front of Isaac's trousers, he didn't say
anything, I just rubbed the palm of my hand over Isaac's cock through his
trousers.

   Robert was now pushing my knickers down, the little voice in my head
that sounded like my mother said, 'Ask Robert if he has a condom, I mean,
even Elizabeth wanted a condom from Paul before she let him take her...'
"Lift!", Robert was tapping my left ankle, I'd been too slow to stop him
and ask for a condom, my knickers were already down around my ankles,
'...knickers down!'

   The little voice that sounded more like me was saying, 'Open his zip,
let's see what his cock looks like!"

   I had Isaac's trousers open and his cock in my hand, Robert pulled my
hips away from Isaac's body but pushed my head forward.  I got the picture
and my mouth slipped over Isaac's cock, Robert pressed his middle finger
against my anus and it slipped in easily to the first knuckle without any
pain at all.  Robert asked me it that felt okay, I nodded my head as I
continued sucking Isaac's cock.

   Isaac started breathing heavily and his pre-cum was running out of his
cock's little eye rather than spurting like Robert's was doing as I sucked
him yesterday.  Isaac was really close to his climax when Robert said,
"What team do you support Isaac?"

   It was like someone had flipped a switch in Isaac's climax, the pre-cum
stopped flowing and his breathing returned to his pre-excited state,
fortunately, his cock remained hard.  Robert kept pulling his finger out of
my bum, spitting on it and pushing it back into my bottom.

   "Okay Kitty, you've spent long enough sucking young Isaac's cock, it's
my turn for a suck now!"

   I let Isaac's cock drop from my mouth and stood upright as I started to
turn to face Robert.

   Robert stopped me, "Doesn't Kitty have beautiful tits Isaac?"

   Isaac nodded his head and then Robert encouraged Isaac to suck both of
my nipples.

   Robert gave Isaac two minutes to suck and bite my nipples and then I was
turned to face Robert.  I was about to go into a squat to suck Robert's
cock like I did in theschool's foyer yesterday but he stopped me, I started
sucking his cock with my legs straight and my bottom pointing at Isaac.

   "No, don't pull your trousers up yet Isaac, come closer and play with
Kitty's tits while she sucks my cock!"

   Isaac started to shuffle around my side, "No, stay behind her, just lean
over her back and play with them."

   Robert then did something strange as I was getting into my stride
sucking his cock, Robert reached around my side and took Isaac's cock in
his hand and pulled the head of it against my anus, "Push in her slowly
Isaac mate, it might hurt her a little but just keep going, all the way in,
push slowly and then hold it in her until she gets used to the feeling!"

   It took Isaac twenty seconds to get all the way in my bum, it didn't
really hurt me, it just felt a little uncomfortable being so full.  Robert
was stroking my hair as he asked me if I was okay, I kept nodding my head
without taking my mouth off of his cock.

   "Okay Isaac, start fucking her slowly, little movements and be gentle."

   I had my lips buried into Robert's pubic hair and balls and I was
swallowing as the head of his cock was touching my uvula and he was getting
close to an orgasm, "Are you okay Kitty?"

   I nodded my head again, "Okay Isaac, go for your climax now!"

   Isaac let go of my tits and hooked his hands around my hips and started
pulling my hips back into his abdomen as he pushed into me, it took thirty
seconds or less and Isaac was gasping, I just felt a little fuller as his
semen left his cock.

   Isaac was about to pull his cock out of my bum but Robert stopped him,
"Just hold on a second Isaac, do you have any tissues?"

   Isaac nodded his head.

   Robert pulled his cock out of my mouth, "Okay, you pull out and wipe
your cock with a tissue!"

   As soon as Isaac's cock left my bum, Robert spun me around and plugged
his cock in the hole that Isaac had just left.  Robert's cock was a lot
fatter than Isaac's and a little longer but he wasn't being gentle as he
slid in me, all the way in with just one quick thrust.

   I was complaining a little about the pain and Robert stopped trying to
fuck me, he started to pull my upper body upright but his cock was still in
my bum as I was now standing almost totally upright.  Robert asked Isaac if
he had ever masturbated a girl before.

   Isaac shook his head and Robert began to give Isaac lessons on what to
do to give me an orgasm, I was kissing Isaac, he was fondling my tits with
one hand as he rubbed my magic button until I started my orgasm.  Now, I
was standing totally still and so was Robert but as Isaac gave me my
orgasm, Robert started to climax as well...every single muscle in my body
was contracting and relaxing throughout my climax and my anal muscle
squeezing and relaxing around Robert's cock got him off without any other
movement.

   I was still totally naked, Robert and Isaac were now fully dressed,
Robert suggested that I tried squatting with my back against a tree to see
if anything would drop out of my bottom as I'd taken two loads of semen in
my backside so far and it was still only ten minutes past eight in the
morning.

   Once I was happy that my bottom was as empty as it was going to get,
Robert gave me a tissue to wipe my bottom with and as I did that, he was
folding a second tissue into a pad, "Here, stick this in the crotch of your
knickers, just in case anything drops out of your bottom before you can
make a proper bowel movement!"

   I told the boys that they could go, "Leave me to get dressed on my
own...I'll be okay!"

   I just didn't want them to see how I struggled to put my bra on every
time.

   Robert suddenly stopped at the entrance to the tunnel back to the real
world, he suddenly stopped, "Hey Kitty, would you be okay giving this..."
he had the little tube of yellow cream in his hand, "...to Paul Preston.  I
know that I said that I would take it back but I'm sure that he would
prefer to get thanked by you than me.  Just hang out close to the teacher's
car park and see if he needs a hand with anything!"

   I'd pulled my knickers on as Robert finally walked out of the end of our
den, there was a lot of loud laughter from the boys with Elizabeth and her
complaining voice.  I could just hear Robert asking Isaac if he played much
football and inviting him to the sports field at lunchtime for a bit of a
try out.

   I finished getting dressed and left the den careful not to be seen
leaving, I walked along the front of the bush, as I passed the first den, I
spotted Elizabeth in the tunnel, she was still naked and she was crying.  I
asked her if she was okay?

   "Not really, I told Paul that I was at my most fertile point in my cycle
but he still fucked about and burst the condom..." She lifted her left
hand, she was holding the condom by the thick ring, it was just like an
open tube, the end with the teat to collect the semen in was missing,
"...I'm sure that he did it deliberately."

   "Where's the other end?"

   "Still inside me, now I've got to go and see the school nurse for the
morning after pill, she'll make me go to see my family doctor to get on the
pill or something!"

   I'd only said two sentences to Elizabeth but that was still the most
that I'd chatted to her in six years.

   I waited with Elizabeth until she was dressed, well, laughingly dressed,
she hadn't started out wearing a bra and she didn't bother putting her
knickers on, she just dropped them into her school satchel because she had
a gallon of boy cum dribbling out of her pussy, so dressed to Elizabeth was
literally just her school uniform dress.

   We talked as we walked the last few yards to school, "How come you don't
have a boyfriend...you must have started having sex before I did?"

   "When did you actually start having sex...if you don't mind me asking
Elizabeth?"

   "I sucked my first cock when I was four years old...Colin only likes
girls until they're nine years old, it was my own fault, I should have been
playing in my back garden while my mother was entertaining her boyfriend up
in her bedroom but I slipped through a hole in the garden fence and Colin
took me into his house and taught me how to suck his cock."

   "Do you mean my grandfather Colin?"

   "Yes, surely he did you as well from the same age or even younger?"

   I shook my head, "I'm still technically a virgin, I've not even had a
boy's finger in my pussy yet, I sucked my first cock yesterday after school
and I had anal sex for the first time twenty minutes ago!"

   "How come Colin didn't do you then, he must have fucked half the girls
at our school over the last six years."

   I just shrugged my shoulders, "I have no idea, I didn't even know that
my grandfather was interested in young girls, I thought that he was
interested in older girls...I mean women, not girls!"

   We parted at the gates into the playground, Elizabeth asked me to tell
our form teacher that she was in school but seeing the nurse so that he
could mark that in the register.  I saw Robert and Isaac on the other end
of the playground talking to three other boys, from their body language and
the way that they were kicking at mid air, I could tell that they were
talking about football.  I was tempted to join them but I had a small tube
of yellow cream to give back to Paul Preston and Robert had suggested that
I stand close to the teacher's car park and wait for Mr Preston to arrive
at school.

   A big flash Jaguar 'F-Pace' SUV pulled up right in front of me, I
couldn't tell who was driving the car because of the blacked out windows.

   Paul Preston jumped out of the driving seat with a massive grin on his
face, I called out, "Good morning Mr Preston."

   He lost his smile and looked all around to see who was close to us, when
he was sure that no one was looking in our direction, the smile returned
and he said, "Good morning Miss Clarke...did you have fun after homework
club yesterday?" He finished his sentence with a wink.

   I grinned at him and nodded my head.  "Oh, Robert told me to give this
back to you if I saw you this morning!"

   I held out the small tube of cream for him.

   He looked all around again before he stepped out of the car park and
took the tube of cream off of me, "Did it get rid of your pain?"

   "I didn't feel any real pain, just a little discomfort."

   "Did Robert tell you to say or do anything when you gave me the cream
back..." he lowered his voice to an almost whisper, "...Kitty?"

   I looked around in case someone had come close to us but he probably
just lowered his voice because he called me Kitty rather than Miss Clarke.

   "Robert told me to thank you for lending us the cream, he said that he
thought that you would rather get a 'Thank you' from me than him!"

   That caused Paul's grin to widen even more, he said, "Any chance of a
hand with one of my boxes Miss Clarke, I have to take some new sports
equipment to the equipment sheds."

   "Sure sir, just so long as it isn't too heavy."

   "Not at all heavy, just quite large boxes."

   I followed Paul to the back of his car, he opened the tailgate and I
looked in, the back seats were folded down, the floor of the back of the
car was carpeted all over, even the backs of the rear seats had the same
carpet covering them, I felt the carpet just because it wasn't the kind of
carpet that they usually fitted in cars.

   "This carpet feels like better quality than the carpet on our living
room floor!"

   Paul looked straight into my eyes as he said, "I had the Jaguar carpets
taken out to store them for when I sell the car, this carpet is real lamb's
wool, it helps prevent friction burns when I'm exercising hard with someone
in the back here!"

   I'd need to ask someone about friction burns from carpets at another
time.

   I was told to hold my arms out like a fork lift truck and Paul placed a
long cardboard box on top of my forearms, he was right, it wasn't at all
heavy, just long...or wide...and he had a smaller but much heavier box that
he needed to carry as well.  I could see the problem, the heavy box would
either crush, or fall off of the top of the lighter box and the lighter box
was too big to carry on top of the smaller box.

   We started walking towards the back of the school, as soon as we were
out of sight of the other kids in the playground Paul said, "So Kitty, is
Robert the first boy that you have 'Been with' so far?"

   I nodded my head.

   "And how come you picked a year nine boy to be your first?"

   "My mother's a friend of Robert's father, she told me to look out for
him yesterday...just to say hi to him."

   "Your mother isn't Vicky is she?"

   I nodded my head.

   Paul laughed, "I've never had a mother and daughter before...I wonder
what it would be like...it'd be fantastic, I'm sure...even better if I
could have you both in bed at the same time Kitty!"

   "So you know my mother then Mr Preston?"

   "Well, I wouldn't say that I really know her, like I didn't know that
her last name was Clarke but I've bumped into her and Tom while they were
out filming a couple of times and took a turn at her in the bushes."

   Paul had unlocked the door to the firsts sports equipment shed and he
opened it.

   "Where shall I put this box sir?"

   "Well, it's very light so it should go up on the top shelf...over there
I think would be best!"

   I faced the shelving unit at the back of the shed but realised that it
wasn't actually the back of the shed, there was a four foot wide space
behind the shelving unit, "It looks like there's a space behind the
shelves!"

   "It's the crash mats for high jumpers to land on...mind you, we've never
had a student interested in doing the high jump since I've been teaching
here, the mats usually get used by students sneaking in here at lunchtime,
everyone knows that the doors are open all day when the school is open!"

   I shuffled the box a little so that my hands were under it and I pushed
the box as high as I could but still couldn't reach the top shelf, "Here,
let me give you a hand with that Kitty!"

   Paul slipped in close behind me, the bulge in the front of his tracksuit
bottoms pressing against my bottom as I stretched up.  The box left my
hands and now it was half way on the shelf in Paul's hands.  I dropped onto
the flats of my feet and turned to face Paul with him still holding the box
on the edge of the shelf.

   His grin widened again, "So Kitty, how would you like to thank me for
the cream yesterday?"

   I shrugged my shoulders, "I don't know!"

   "What have you tried so far?"

   I touched my right index finger to my lips, then I parted them slightly
and sucked my finger, he smiled again, "Did you like that?"

   I grinned, "Well, I only tried it for the first time yesterday but I
love doing it!"

   "Have you tried anything else yet?"

   I moved my right hand from my face and patted my bottom.

   "Is that where Robert used the cream?"

   I nodded my head.

   "Well, I'd love to get a thank you gift from that but I'm a lot bigger
than Robert and I'm sure I'd hurt you a lot more than Robert did..." I
moved my hand from my bottom and moved it between our bodies, I was rubbing
the back of my hand up and down his cock through his tracksuit bottoms as
well as his shorts under them, "...so I guess that for today, I'd like the
first option of a thank you Kitty!"

   I lifted my hand higher, the back of my hand against his belly through
his 'T-shirt' before pressing the tips of my fingers against his belly and
lowered my hand, catching the waistbands of both his tracksuit bottoms and
shorts, slipping down inside his shorts.  I tried to wrap my fist around
his cock but it was too fat, much fatter than Robert's cock, I could see
why he thought that pushing that monster up my bum might just hurt me after
so little practice at it.

   Paul kissed me while I rubbed his cock and then I slipped down into a
squat in front of him, I looked up as I pulled the front of his tracksuit
and shorts down, he'd finished putting the box on the top shelf but his
hands were still holding onto the shelving unit above my head.  I opened my
mouth wide and took his cock in, remembering all of the things that Robert
had taught me yesterday, licking over his cockhead, applying suction when
his cock was in a little deeper and swallowing when I felt like coughing.

   After a few minutes of sucking, he pressed his hips against my face
harder, he was starting to breathe heavily and there were little jets of
pre-cum spurting into my mouth, he started pressing harder and suddenly
there was a little pain as his cock actually entered my throat a little as
he finally climaxed into my throat.

   Paul's cock shrank almost instantly down to about the size that Isaac's
cock was when he was fully erect, Paul checked his watch, "The whistle will
go in five minutes Kitty, you'd better head around to the
playground...here, you might need this if anyone sees you coming from the
sports field at this time of the day!"

   "Thank you Mr Preston."

   I left Paul standing in the equipment shed and walked towards the
playground, the little slip of paper that he'd given me had my name written
on it, it was a permission slip to be out of bounds while helping Mr
Preston.  I chuckled as I walked around the corner and into the playground,
so, Paul Preston was sure that I would be waiting to repay him for lending
us the painkilling cream with some kind of sex that he had already filled
out a permission slip so that I could be out of bounds, he hadn't actually
put a time of day on the slip of paper or even a day of the week, so I
could use the slip of paper at any time in the future that I needed it to
get up to no good...my own personal 'Get out of jail free' card.

   When the whistle sounded, calling us all into class, I slipped into
school without making a ripple in the force, our form teacher was already
in our form room when I got there, I was sixth in the room that morning.  I
walked up to his desk, "Sorry sir, Elizabeth Green is in school today but
she had to go and see the school nurse as soon as we got here.  He placed a
pencilled question mark against Elizabeth's name as I looked around the
class.  I usually sat on my own for most lessons.  We were a fully
integrated school but any stranger passing by might think that we were
actually a segregated school, like my class, the seventeen boys in my class
all sat at the back of the class and the thirteen girls sat at the front.
The desks were all set out the same in every classroom, four columns of two
desks in five rows making thirty two desks.  I was in the last desk of the
second row and behind me was the first of the boys.  If the boys had their
choice, they would start filling in the seats at the very back of the room
but the teachers always made the very back row of boys move closer to the
front.

   When Elizabeth finally turned up, she handed the teacher her permission
slip and he erased the question mark and replaced it was a line to signify
that she was present.

   She dropped into the seat next to mine which made me look at her
strangely, "Aren't you going to sit next to Gail Anderson today?"

   She shook her head.

   "Did the nurse sort things out for you?"

   "She gave me the first pill and I have to take this..." she tossed a
blister packed pill on her desk, "...at one o'clock, about an hour after
that, I'll start my period and she has made me an appointment with my
family doctor for contraception.  As I told her that a condom burst, I'll
probably end up with the implant injection."

   "Won't your mother wonder where you are if you don't go straight home?"

   She shook her head, "She'll probably be in bed fucking one of my many
uncles."

   "Real uncle or?"

   She laughed, "It would be really illegal if they are real uncles...no,
just random strangers that I have to call my uncle rather than her lovers."

   I had my notepad out on the desk in front of me.  Twenty four hours ago,
I hadn't seen a single cock in my life and suddenly, in just twenty-four
hours of putting my books down and keeping my eyes open, I'd seen Robert's
cock, my father's cock, Isaac's cock and Paul Preston's cock in real life
as well as Robert's father, Tom's cock on film, I was creating a little
spreadsheet in my rough note book, I wrote Isaac and I awarded him a five
on the cock scale, I was assuming that younger boys than him would have a
smaller cock than his and good database creation rules stated that you
never start at one...well, apart from the ID or reference number...and even
then, some database administrators might start at, say, nine for the first
ID number and eighteen for the second etcetera, that way, if everyone had
nine between them, you could do a simple check on the reference number,
adding all the digits together would always reduce to nine, that way, you
wouldn't be creating a search on a nonexistent reference number which could
send a database search off on a long holiday.

   I'd been really distracted by seeing Paul Gamble's cock but I'd also
seen Tony Wilson and Alan Prescott's cocks as well, they were probably on a
par with Isaac's so I grouped those three together.  Below Isaac Tony and
Alan, I wrote Robert's name and gave him a ten, then I thought about the
size of Paul Gamble's cock, I was a little far away when I saw his cock,
Paul Gamble's cock could have been bigger than Robert's but then there was
a perspective thing...I'd give Paul Gamble a ten, the same as Robert, I
gave my father a fifteen and Tom a twenty but Paul Preston...as he was so
much bigger than all the rest, I gave him a score of thirty.

   I wondered if a cock database could count towards my GCSE examinations
in a few years time, and I wondered just how many cocks I could collect in
my database over the next five years.

   I chatted idly through our first two lessons with Elizabeth and then it
was out into the playground.  Yet another one of Elizabeth's boyfriends
approached us, Mark Black, Mark was in the same class as Isaac...no one
ever said that their stream was the lowest, it just had the name of yet
another famous Britain...the thing that gave the game away was, they only
got forty minutes of English lessons a day and the same amount of maths,
because the law in the UK demands that every student gets one English and
one maths lesson every day, they also got one forty minute foreign language
lesson a week as well while the more academic the rest of their day was
filled with things like metalwork and woodwork, the boys were taught about
mechanical things while the girls in their class were taught how to cook,
knit and sew, preparing them for life in the factories around our area.

   Mark was trying to make a lunch date with Elizabeth to go for a walk
someplace with her but he was turned down, Elizabeth said that she wouldn't
be feeling very good at lunchtime.  Mark pointed out that he had a condom,
he even showed her it in his hand but she still refused him.

   Now I knew that she wouldn't actually start her bleed until sometime
after taking the second pill but I had no idea what effect the first pill
would have on her, it could be causing cramps or anything...after getting
knocked back by Elizabeth, Mark looked at me, he smiled and said, "How
about you baby, how would you like a bit of 'Black' for your lunch?"

   I actually laughed at Mark's approach, right there in front of the girl
that he was trying to get into a position to fuck her during our lunch
break, as soon as she refused him, he turned to me to see if I wanted to
have sex with him.

   As soon as Mark left us, I said, "Have you had sex with Mark very
often?"

   She nodded her head.

   "How does Mark compare with Paul Gamble?"

   Elizabeth laughed, "Well, Paul is bigger than Mark but Mark is actually
a much better fuck.  Paul's a bit of a twat really, after today, I won't be
letting him fuck me ever again!"

   "What, even after you've started on the birth control implants and he
can't make you pregnant?"

   She shook her head, "It isn't like I'm short of boyfriends, he just
proved how little he respects me today when he deliberately burst his
condom in me to try to make me pregnant."

   After morning break, we were in our maths class, our classroom's windows
overlooked the football pitches, Mark and Isaac's stream were playing
football, apparently, they didn't have the option of cross country running
for their sports lesson because if they were let out of school, they
probably wouldn't come back...probably wouldn't be able to find their way
back.

   I was very distracted all the way through Maths, I was watching Paul
Preston running around in just his shorts and 'T-shirt' with Isaac's class
on the football pitch...I was smiling to myself, remembering Paul Preston's
cock from this morning, he was probably right that if he had tried to push
his cock up my bum, it would probably hurt me quite a lot but I would still
have loved him to try.

   My mother's voice popped into my head, 'And what would you have done if
it hurt you too much and you had to make him stop?  Would you have sucked
his cock after it had been up your bum?'

   The little voice that sounded like me said, 'Yuck...no way, we need more
practice first, we need to let a whole lot of boys and men do us first, and
then try it with Mr Preston.'