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 ï>¿School Trip by Isabella

   We didn't do any trips in junior school, not even day trips out of
school to visit a museum but that all changed when I moved up to the
academy.  We did a trip to our nearest historical site, 'Colworth Roman
Villa' at Odell in Bedfordshire, during our first term, just a day trip,
there and back in just over six hours.  This term, we were going further
afield, we were going to Doncaster on our way up to Newcastle, visit the
old walled town and the Cathedral before going to our hotel.  The itinerary
was to go to Beamish, the living history museum on the second day, spend a
second night in the hotel in Newcastle.  Day three was a boat trip to Holy
Island and then back home.

   It was a very early start, it felt like it was the middle of the night
as my mother drove me into school.  We had two coaches to take us up north,
one was from The Bedford Transport Company, my mother knew the company,
they had three coaches for private hire and ten large trucks that took
animals between farms and to the market.  The Bedford Transport bus was
already parked in front of our school as we drove down the road and the
second bus followed us down the road, that bus was from Guilsburough
Holidays.  Guilsburough was a very small village that was quite close to
where we lived so close that the driver had to pass our house on his way to
the school and such a small village that I probably knew the driver...or
the driver's wife or other members of his family.

   We were so early that we were the first people to arrive other than the
driver of the bus from Bedford...I wasn't sure if we were early because,
after eleven years of my being tied to my mother's apron strings, she was
glad to get rid of me for three whole days and two nights.  It was her own
fault really, most of the girls in my class had sleepovers at their
friend's houses, some girls were regularly sleeping over but my mother
would never allow me to go to one, mainly because she didn't want to have
to reciprocate and have other girls sleep over at our house...one girl at
home bad, more than one, unimaginably awful...in her eyes.

   Iona Abrahams was the next student to turn up, Emma Benson was in the
same car, Emma's parents didn't drive and as we were leaving before the
service buses started running, I guessed that she had slept over with Iona
at her house so that she could get a lift in this morning.  When I saw the
size of Iona's suitcase being dragged out of the trunk of her mother's car
with a crane, I naturally assumed that Iona and Emma were sharing one case
but I was wrong, Emma had a small 'Carry-on' bag like mine.

   Miss Portland ran down the road, a man dropped her off at the end of the
road rather than coming all the way down to where the buses were parked,
she looked funny running down the road wearing high heeled shoes dragging a
large suitcase behind her.

   Iona ambushed Miss Portland before she got as far as the first bus, Iona
was asking to be paired with Emma Benson and Poppy Lang for the trip, seats
on the bus as well as in the hotel room.  Miss Portland apologised, she
pointed out that everything had been sorted out strictly on alphabetical
order.  She checked her clipboard, ticked Iona off of the list and then
told Iona that she would be paired with Emma, then she pointed the
clipboard in my direction, "Dawn Clarke is the third in your group Iona,
you may as well get on the bus as you're all here, the 'G' bus, go right to
the back please, you three have the whole back row to yourselves!"

   The 'G' bus meant the bus from Guilsburough Holidays.  I handed my bag
to the driver and said, "Good morning Bill...lovely day for a drive up the
'A1' with thirty eleven year old girls on your bus!"

   He smiled at me and shook his head, "Don't take offence Dawn but I'd
rather go to the dentist for root-canal work than drive this bus today!"

   The buses filled up rapidly, I'd hardly got settled in the back of the
bus before the flood of cars arrived, dropping off both boys and girls. 
The thirty two Boys on the 'B' bus or the Bedford Transport Company and
thirty-three girls on the 'G' Guilsburough Holidays, bus.  Our coach was a
fifty seat model and the boy's bus had fifty-five seats so there were lots
of free seats so that we could all sit in our assigned groups.

   The trip to Doncaster was a big yawn but the city of Doncaster was an
even bigger yawn, there was literally nothing there...well, nothing for a
bunch of eleven to twelve year old kids to do.  The trip to the hotel was a
little more exciting, well, for me at least, I'd never spent the night in a
hotel before and that was exciting.  As a family, we'd never go on holiday
to a hotel...not ever, if we went on holiday at all, it was to a cottage in
the country or by the coast but the thing that made it more unusual was
Iona's interest in how I knew our bus driver.  Iona kept asking me if I'd
had sex with Bill, I kept telling her that Bill lived in my village and
that was all that I knew about him...well, that and that his wife's name
was Barbara.

   I was sharing a room with Emma and Iona, there was one double bed and
one single, Iona and Emma were used to having sleepovers together so I
opted for the single bed, leaving the double to them.  It was actually a
bit like a sleepover, lots of giggling, playing at makeup and dressing
up...Iona's massive suitcase had some really sexy underwear in it that her
father got for her on her eleventh birthday and in the end we all did our
face makeup to look like film stars and we wore Iona's sexiest clothes.  At
eleven o'clock Iona dared me and Emma to go down to reception and walk
around the bar area dressed the way that we were.  It was just a laugh
really, the bar wasn't even open at that time of night, the hotel staff had
all gone home apart from the night manager and he was squirreled away in
the back office in case anyone turned up late to book into their room.

   We were wandering around in the bar area, we sat on the barstools and
pretended to order fancy cocktails from the missing barman, Emma was even
pretending to drink her 'Slow comfortable screw against the wall' cocktail
as she sat at the bar, cupping her hand as if she was holding a cocktail
glass in her hands.

   Iona spotted a taxi pulling up in front of the hotel, she slipped off of
her seat and wandered closer to the door, two men were getting out of the
cab, Iona grabbed my arm and pulled me closer to the door, "How would you
like to kiss the ginger guy Dawn?"

   I looked out, the ginger guy was at least six foot two inches tall, the
brown haired guy was like three inches shorter, I pushed Iona's hand off of
my arm, "Not a lot...get Emma to do it, she's the one that wanted a slow
comfortable screw against the wall!"

   Iona fought back a smile, "Emma doesn -(TM)t have a big enough chest to
interest grown men Dawn, your tits look perfect in my little red dress!"

   I looked down, it was a trick of the dress's construction, in a mirror,
it looked like I had a cleavage but when I looked down, there wasn't much
of a bump under the top of the red dress.

   The brown haired man swiped his door key in the slot at the side of the
main entrance, as the door opened he smiled at me and Iona, "Evening
ladies...you having fun tonight?"

   Iona pouted and then she said, "We were until our wet bar ran out and we
found that the hotel bar had already closed!"

   Brown hair looked at ginger, I saw a conspiratorial smile and a nod
exchange between them and then he turned to Iona again, "We have some booze
in our room darling...want to move the party upstairs?"

   Iona looked me in the eye, "Well Dawn, you want to party with..." Iona
looked at the ginger haired man and she raised her eyebrows at him, he said
that his name was Glen, then he pointed at his friend and said that his
name was Tom, "...Glen and Tom up in their room?"

   I had an internal panic, if I said no, Iona might tell everyone at
school that I was acting like a baby, I just shrugged my shoulders and then
Iona looked at Emma, "You coming as well Emma or have you had enough
already?"

   Emma was still in character, she lifted her invisible glass to her lips
and tilted her head back as if she was draining her glass, "I could do with
another cocktail Iona darling!", with a drunken slur in her voice.

   I swear to god that she even mimed taking a final drag of an imaginary
cigarette and then stubbing it out in an imaginary ashtray, even blowing on
the tips of her fingers as if she had burnt them while stubbing her fag
out.

   Emma swung her legs around, spinning herself on the leather bar stool
and she jumped off of the stool unsteadily, flashing rather a lot of her
inner thigh off to the four of us.

   We took the lift to the fifth floor, two floors higher than our own
room, on the lift ride, Iona moved in on Tom, he was trying to lick her
tonsils as we passed the third floor and his hand was grabbing her arse
through her dress as they kissed.  Glen was looking from me to Emma, I
looked at the lights as they climbed up the control panel, if I had reacted
quicker, I could have pressed the button for the third floor and ran for
our room but I missed the chance.

   Glen looked from my eyes to Emma's, "Your friend isn't shy is she
ladies?"

   I looked at Iona and shook my head, I managed to whisper, "Not one
little bit!"

   Glen shuffled in closer to me, "How about a little kiss then darling?"

   I looked at Emma, she seemed to be away with the fairies...I wasn't sure
if it was just that she was tired, it was after all after eleven o'clock at
night and we had left home before six o'clock this morning.

   I was backed into a corner of the lift and let him kiss me...unlike
Iona's kiss, Glen's kiss was just that, a kiss, no arse grabbing and no
tongue in my mouth.  As Glen kissed me I looked over at Iona, it looked
like she was chewing Tom's tongue as they kissed.

   The lift doors opened, spilling me out into the hallway, I almost fell
over, Tom slapped Iona's arse and sent her on her way towards room
five-twenty-one, I heard Tom whisper in Glen's ear, "Iona's gagging for it,
I think she wants to eat my cock...how's Dawn panning out?"

   Glen looked over at me, I pretended to be rubbing my knee as if I had
twisted it, "I don't think that she's as experienced or as willing as Iona
but if she does wash-out, we'll just have to double up on Iona!"

   Both men laughed out loud as they ran down the hall after Iona, Glen
passed her and he swiped his key-card in the bedroom door, opening it for
Iona...Emma followed Iona into the men's room, then Tom and the door almost
closed in my face as I got there.  I managed to push it open just before
the latch caught and locked the door against me.  I thought, 'I must be
bloody mad...I could have just let the door close and use that as my excuse
for buggering off back to our bedroom!' A little voice at the back of my
head said, "Not without Iona, she has our key-card in her shoulder bag!"

   The men had smuggled a bottle of Vodka into their room and they used a
can of cola from their wet bar to turn neat vodka into a cuba libre.  They
didn't have enough glasses in their room for us all to share so they made
sure that me, Emma and Iona had a glass of alcohol each.

   Iona climbed on one of the twin beds with Tom, I was watching them
closely as Tom slipped his hand up under the hem of Iona's dress and pulled
her thong out of the way.  He stabbed two fingers deep into her pussy and
she had an instant orgasm.  Now I was absolutely sure that I had invented
the 'Kitty-tickle' game in the privacy of my own bedroom and I'd never told
anyone about it so I was sure that it was an unknown secret but here was
Tom doing it to Iona and he wasn't being as gentle and careful as I was
when I did it to myself and while I was on my own, I just tickled the
outside and the first half inch of my index finger inside my body...not two
inches of a grown man's fingers ramming in hard, fast and deep.

   The main light went out, Glen had been in the bathroom and when he came
out, he turned the bathroom light out as well as the main light in the
bedroom.  In the semi darkness, I watched Iona turn around and she bent
over Tom's lower body.  I couldn't really see what she was doing but her
head was directly over his lap and it was bobbing up and down rapidly.  I
guessed she was giving Tom what the older girls at school called a
blow-job.

   Glen's hand slipped across my neck, his fingertips dug into my shoulder
a little and lifted my left shoulder strap up onto the backs of his fingers
and then he gently massaged my shoulder as he pushed the strap down over my
arm.

   I looked away from Iona and up into Glen's eyes, he gripped my chin and
held my face in place as he kissed me.  Emma was ignored as she slowly
drank her glass of real vodka and coke.

   "Iona looks like she enjoys sucking Tom's cock...how about you Dawn, do
you like sucking cocks as much as Iona seems to do?"

   I shrugged my shoulders, "I don't really know, I've never tried before!"

   Glen moved his hand, pushing the right shoulder strap of my dress down
over my arm, it was quite a complex movement, I suddenly found myself on my
back, the top of my borrowed dress down both arms and my breasts exposed. I
looked nervously at Emma, she was just sitting there with her glass in her
hand sipping at her drink.

   I suddenly lost view of Emma, Glen's head was blocking the way, his lips
on mine again but now his right hand was squeezing my left breast.  I was
confused at how he had managed in one movement to push me down onto the bed
on my back, to pull the top of my dress down almost to my waist and my bra
along with it.

   The next movement reminded me of how male rabbits fight each other for
dominance over the females when they do rabbit boxing early in the spring
only it was Glen's hands moving rapidly down the front of my body, pushing
my dress and bra further down...my knickers came into view...well, the
thong that I'd borrowed from Iona came into view and that was caught in the
fight.

   I heard Iona gasp and forgot what Glen was doing to me and looked over
at her, she was flat on her back, her knees were pressing against her naked
breasts and Tom was licking between her legs.  I looked down Tom's body,
his trousers were gone, his socks were still on his feet though.  He
wriggled around and I saw my first ever real life cock...I guess that most
eleven year old girls would see an eleven year old boys cock first and work
up to an adult's cock after a little time and experience.

   Glen was still kissing me but he actually pushed Emma over, guiding her
head towards Tom's cock as she fell forwards.

   Glen lifted himself up onto his knees, he shook me violently with my
dress and shook it off of me almost giving me a back flip as my legs flew
out of it.

   He smiled at me as he hooked his fingers behind my knees and pulled me
down the bed.  I was now just like Iona, totally naked as Glen knelt there
unfastening his trousers, "Would you like to try sucking my cock for me or
shall we get straight down to fucking?"

   I know that my mouth was opening and closing but no sounds were coming
out.  I had no idea what I wanted or even if I wanted anything at all.

   I was taking much too long to make up my mind so Glen shuffled forward
and pressed the head of his cock against my gash.  I started to kick my
feet against the bed to swim up the bed and away from his cock but I was
once again, much too late.  He had fallen forward, placing his hands either
side of my head to support his upper body but also to stop me escaping his
cock when the tops of my shoulders crashed into his wrists.

   I felt the head of his cock nuzzle into the valley between my pussy
lips, he wriggled his hips from side to side, the helmet of his cock rubbed
across my sensitive spot, I lifted my head and looked down my body, his
cock looked huge, I lifted my right hand and looked at the tip of my index
finger and laughed internally, 'There's no way he's getting that...in
there...

   I drifted back to last night, I'd gone to bed extra early because of the
early start today but I couldn't get to sleep so in the end I played the
kitty-tickle game just to settle myself down, settle my nerves...I wasn't
quite sure if I was worrying about being away from my mother for three days
or if I was worried about sharing a room with three or four strangers.  The
rest of my class all had experience of sleepovers...well, the girls did at
least, the boys didn't seem to do sleepovers but then they didn't care
about being away from home or sleeping with strangers either.  Anyway, I
played the kitty-tickle game to help me relax last night and my pussy was
too tight to get more than the tip of my index finger inside my hole so I
rubbed my sensitive button like I usually did and just as I was starting to
get breathless, my bedroom door opened and my light was turned on.

   I had to roll over quickly, onto my left side so that my back was
towards my mother so that she couldn't see that my nighty was up over my
ribcage and my right hand was down the front of my knickers.  I was more
than a little confused when I looked at my bedroom window and it was light
outside, it couldn't' have been much past ten o'clock in the evening
because I started the kitty-tickle game at nine forty-five and I'd only
just started breathing hard when the door opened.

   I twisted my hips and rolled into a sitting position on the side of my
bed, my mother said, "Your breakfast is on the kitchen table, we don't have
very long so make your shower a quick one!"

   I opened my curtains and spotted that the tip of my right index finger
was wrinkled like an old prune and there was a deep red welt cross my wrist
from the tight knicker elastic in the waistband of my knickers, my mother
had also spotted my wrist and fingertip, that or she was curious as to why
I was staring fixedly at my hand.

   "Did you have a disturbing dream darling?"

   I was still confused but I reasoned that I must have taken myself to the
optimum point of relaxation and just fallen asleep before I stopped playing
kitty-tickle and put my toys away and I must have slept like a stone
because I was still in the exact same position I'd been in when I started
playing the game.

   I looked over my shoulder and grimaced in mum's direction, "I guess I
was just anxious about who I was going to be put with for the trip...they
told us on Friday that we would be put into tribes of three or four
depending on the hotel rooms and that we would have to stay in those tribes
for the whole of the three days!"

   I saw a disbelieving look cross my mother's face, "Oh, I thought that
you might be worried that Peter Smith would be on your bus with you!"

   I furrowed my brow, "Why would I be thinking about Peter Smith?"

   "Because he has a massive crush on you..."

   As the word crush repeated in my head I screamed out, the first two
thousand decibels entered the free space of the room and then Glen's mouth
covered mine and the next ten million decibels were captured inside Glen's
mouth.  I was whimpering and panting through the massive pain that Glen had
caused as his whole body weight fell on top of mine and I realised just how
wrong I'd been in thinking that he would never be able to get his cock in
my cunt.

   In my imagination, it felt like his cock was the thickness and length of
my forearm, when I finally stopped screaming into Glen's mouth, he lifted
his head and smiled down at my face, Emma was suddenly in view, she brushed
my hair out of my eyes, "Were you a virgin Dawn?"

   I nodded my head and then I lifted it from the pillow and looked down
the length my body, Glen's cock impaled my body but it wasn't all the way
in, there was more than an inch of it still waiting in the queue to get in
my body when his helmet had hit a brick wall inside my body and come to a
grinding halt.

   Emma giggled as Glen started rocking his body from side to side and as
he rocked, he thrust downwards with his hips and there was a little jump of
a fraction of an inch as a little more of his cock entered my hole.  He
pulled back again and then repeated the rocking and stabbing.  Emma stroked
her hand down over my chest and over my stomach, when she reached my pussy,
she rubbed over my sensitive spot and gave me a twenty million trillion
volt shock up through my body.  My whole body shook and shivered and then
Emma pulled her hand back out from between me and Glen, she looked at her
middle and index finger, the tips of her fingers were both covered with
blood...my blood.

   Emma was looking at her fingers and she said, "I didn't think that there
were any virgins left in our class now...most of them had been taken at
sleepovers at Iona's house in the last six months."

   I refocused my eyes on the connection between Glen's cock and my pussy,
Glen's pubic hair now formed a wig over my almost bare pussy mound and his
balls were brushing gently against my arse as his hips rocked from side to
side.

   Glen spoke for the first time in ages, "Are you ready for me to start
fucking you now Dawn?"

   In my head my voice was set to long range outdoor volume as it screamed
inside my head, 'What the hell do you call what we're doing right now
mate?' but instead, I just whimpered and shook my head.

   He pulled back a half an inch, I saw that half inch of cock was slick
with my blood, he held back for two seconds and then stabbed back in as
hard and fast as he could, I gasped, it was an eighty percent gasp of pain
and twenty percent pleasure which shocked me a lot.

   Glen repeated the manoeuvre, pulling out three quarters of an inch,
pausing for two seconds before stabbing back in, this time the gasp leaving
my body was seventy percent pain and thirty percent pleasure.  The third
rotation was an inch of cock but the pause was only one second and my gasp
was fifty percent pleasure this time.

   Glen pulled out two inches the next time but there was no pause and no
stabbing, it was just a smooth and rapid movement like a piston engine and
the gasping on my part had stopped, now I was fighting for air from pure
pleasure as I had started my pleasure cycle.  In my head I was telling Glen
that it was okay to stop now.  I'd reached the end of the kitty-tickle game
and it was time for me to go to sleep now but Glen wasn't quite finished
yet so he just kept on going, he was moving in and out further and moving
faster and he drove me beyond breathlessness and I actually started to grey
out.

   My brain went into tilt mode and started to reboot to the last safe
status, "...Becaue he had a massive crush on you!"

   My mother's voice came through the greyness but she was struggling to
make herself heard over Glen's heavy breathing and his own gasping for air.
Glen's whole body weight fell on top of mine, he was jerking about as if he
was being given electric shocks for several minutes after he fell.

   I had responded, "Why do you think he has a crush on me mum?"

   She smiled at me, "Haven't you noticed that when we go to church, he
always rushes over to you to give you a hymn book and he tells you which of
the four hymns to be sung that day was his favourite...he never gives
anyone else a hymn book and he was the boy who sent you that Saint
Valentines card in February."

   I had been confused by that, "What makes you think that the card came
from Peter Smith?"

   "I watched him deliver it, the front gate squeaked when he opened it and
I looked out of my bedroom window to see what was going on so early in the
morning and watched Peter run down the path on the tips of his toes, post
the card through the letter box and run back to the road, it was before six
o'clock and it was freezing at that time of the day on the fourteenth of
February."

   Mum had lifted my right hand and looked at the deep red welt on the back
of my wrist before turning my hand over and looking at the wrinkled tip of
my index finger, "Are you sure that you were worried and not just a little
excited about spending three days away with Peter?"

   That was the closest thing to a sex chat that I'd ever had with my
mother in my life before, I'd never really thought about Peter Smith
before, he was a choir boy in our church, all eight of the church choir
were boys and Peter had been asking me if I'd like to join the choir, the
problem with having eight boys was that there came a point when their
angelic voices would turn from soprano to a bucket full of gravel almost
overnight while a girl could keep a soprano voice well into her twenties,
possibly even longer, he said that Father Olaf our Norwegian Roman Catholic
Priest was looking to get more girls in his choir.

   I sat on the toilet and smiled at thinking about Father Olaf, he was a
Norse God of a man, he had blond hair and startlingly blue eyes, I have to
say that when Peter told me that Father Olaf wanted to induct girls into
his church choir I had suspicions that Father Olaf might have wanted girls
in his choir for more than their singing prowess.  There were rumours
around the village that Father Olaf liked looking after the women in his
parish.

   Peter Smith was part of that rumour, his parents had been trying for a
child unsuccessfully for many years when out of the blue Mary Smith fell
pregnant after Father Olaf had asked the whole village to pray for John and
Mary Smith to be successful in their attempts to create a family.  The less
charitable people in our village had postulated a theory that it was more
faith healing than prayers, I'd heard my mother say faith healing was what
some called 'Laying on...of hands!' and I'd heard my mother say, "Laying
on, being the most important thing.  Now, the reason for all the rumours
was because John and Mary Smith were both short, John was five foot five
tall and Mary hardly broke the five foot mark while Peter was sandy haired
and had steel blue eyes and at eleven years old, he was already taller than
his father.

   I'd heard whispered conversations around the subject of Peter Smith's
lineage, there were two camps of thoughts, the ones that said that Father
Olaf had done the business with Mary Smith to make Peter and the others who
thought that Father Olaf asking the whole parish to pray for Mary to get
pregnant had spurred one of the other men in the parish to impregnate Mary.

   The sound of Glen's breathing started to come through even louder now,
pushing my memories of our village's hidden history and I blinked my eyes
as Glen pushed himself up off of my body.  He grabbed my wrist and pulled
me off of the bed, I looked back, there was a red...well, brown stain on
the bed where my bottom had been.  I was dragged into the bathroom and
pushed into the shower ahead of him, we both washed each other under the
hot water and when we walked out of the bathroom, Tom had switched from
fucking Iona to fucking Emma but there had been another switch, Emma wasn't
on her back like me and Iona had been while we were being fucked, Emma had
been pulled to the foot of the bed so that she was kneeling on the edge of
the bed, her face had been pushed between Iona's legs and while Tom was
standing at the end of the bed fucking Emma, she was licking Iona's cunt.

   Glen sat on his bed watching the threesome on Tom's bed and while he
watched the action, he pushed my head down into his lap and taught me how
he liked to have his cock and balls sucked, we were like that until Glen's
cock woke up again and started to totally fill my mouth.

   Once Glen was fully hard again, he dragged Iona out from under Emma's
mouth and almost pushed her on top of me but I managed to jump out of their
way, now I was just standing in between the beds watching Glen fucking Iona
and Tom fucking Emma...I had another one of those moments, I could just get
dressed, find our room's key card out of Iona's bag and head off to bed,
after all, it was past midnight and I had been on my feet for nineteen
hours straight after a late night the night before.

   I was actually looking at Iona's bag when Tom grabbed me and pulled me
onto his bed, he had me flat on my back and was in my body before my brain
caught up with what was happening, in my mind, I was opening Iona's bag and
was looking for our room key.

   Tom said, "God woman you're tight, I'm glad I saved you until last...I'm
going to enjoy dropping three loads of cum in your cunt."

   I was listening to Glen and Iona fucking, Iona was really enjoying
herself, I started the breathless climb of pleasure and just as I was about
to reach screaming point, Tom collapsed on top of me, he was panting and
gasping for air but he was totally still, then his body shook and I felt
him spurt into my belly, then he was totally still again for thirty seconds
before he shivered again and I felt another spurt up into my pussy but not
as clearly defined as the first one.  He pushed himself up off of me and
just as his cock left my body, he shivered for a third time and a pint of
jizz shot out of his cock and painted a solid white line from my vagina to
my chin, dead centre of my breasts!

   Iona took charge, me and Emma were both told to just put our borrowed
dresses on and carry our bras and knickers.  We took the lift down to the
third floor but as we were about to step out of the lift, there was the
sound of a door opening a few feet to the left of the lift, a door opening
and a giggle, followed by a kiss and a whispered, "I Hope Jenny and Alan
have finished, I really hate walking in on people mid fuck!"

   Well, the voice was distinguishable, it was Miss Portland, one of the
two female teachers in our party and Alan and Brian were the two male
teachers.  There were two volunteers in the party as well, both women,
mothers of kids on the trip, Alan and Brian were sharing one twin room,
Miss Portland and Jenny Waterhouse were sharing another twin room, the two
volunteers were sharing a double room.  We had to hold the lift doors open
to stop the sound of it closing attracting Miss Portland's attention as she
staggered drunkenly across the passageway to her shared room with Mrs
Waterhouse.

   We had to wait for a while for Alan Benson to return to the room that he
was sharing with Brian Kinch but as soon as his door latched closed, Iona
was off and running to our room, just beyond Miss Portland and Mrs
Waterhouse's room.

   Emma dropped her dress as soon as she walked in through the door, Iona
and I went into the bathroom, I needed the toilet because I had a belly
full of sperm that needed to drain away before I could go to sleep, when I
walked out of the bathroom, I spotted Emma, she was on the single bed, my
bed, not in it mind you, on it, on top of the sheets...totally naked and
uncovered to the max.

   Iona called out from under the duvet on the double bed, "Looks like you
and me are sharing tonight Dawn...did you like our little party?"

   I yanked my nighty out from under the pillow under Emma's head, I was
just slipping it on and looking for my knickers when Iona sat up in bed,
"Spoilsport...it's too warm for a nighty and knickers tonight."

   Okay, I compromised, I wore my nighty but not my knickers.

   Iona tried to engage me in small talk but it was one o'clock in the
morning now, the twentieth hour that I'd been awake so far today and I just
switched off, closed down and went to sleep.

   It was almost a repeat of Monday morning, no sooner had I closed my eyes
to go to sleep than my bedroom door was being knocked.  I opened my eyes
and found my nighty all gathered above my breasts and the duvet was on the
floor at the side of the bed...I was sure that it was Iona that had done it
but my railway of thought had become derailed by...

   "Girls, you're late, breakfast will be over in fifteen minutes and the
buses will be leaving the hotel in thirty!"

   It was a mad dash to get up, dressed and down on the ground floor in
time to grab two slices of bread, stick two sausages and two rashers of
bacon between them and run for the reception desk to eat as the buses
pulled up in front of the door.

   I was surprised once again when Peter Smith came up to me out of the
blue, "Good morning Dawn, you look pretty this morning, your face is
glowing!"

   Peter always spoke to me in church on a Sunday morning, but he had never
spoken to me at school or rather in school time before so even though our
conversation was very one sided and exceptionally brief, it was a milestone
in my life.

   I had been so distracted by Peter Smith that I failed to get on the bus
with Iona and Emma, two other tribes got on the bus before I got to it and
the other seven tribes were waiting their turn in line outside the bus.  I
was told off for not keeping with my tribal members and then Mrs Waterhouse
asked the driver if he would open the middle door so that I could take a
short cut to my place on the back seat without causing a fight in the
queue.

   I emerged half way along the bus and popped up just in front of the
'Beta' tribe heading for their seats just in front of my tribe's place.  ,
it was a good thing that the three members of the beta team were all
cousins of mine or they might have made a fuss at my jumping out ahead of
them in the queue for our seats.  Iona was sitting on the right hand side
of the back seat, the seat with the best legroom because of the emergency
exit, she was showing Emma something on her mobile phone's screen and they
were both laughing about what was on the screen.  I flopped down on the
middle seat, leaving two seats free to my left.

   I looked over at Iona's screen and then I grabbed it, snatching it out
of her hand, "What the fuck Iona...!"

   Her screen had a photograph of my naked body on it, my face was obscured
by my nighty but I knew that it was a picture of me.  I put my finger on
the screen and pulled down, my pussy slipped off of the bottom of the
screen and the header of an email slipped into view from the top, Iona had
just sent the picture of my naked body to a list of men as blind carbon
copies, the first name was 'Dad' which I hoped was her own father and not
my dad, there were six other names, five of the names I vaguely knew, the
sixth one being 'Peter Smith'.  The title of the email was just, 'Guess
Who!' I checked the time and date, the email had been sent just one minute
before I sat down.

   "Iona Abrahams...you're a cow, why did you send this email to Peter
Smith of all people?"

   Iona snatched her phone back, "Because Peter's been going around telling
everyone in our year at school that he fancies you...well, apart from you,
he's too shy to tell you that he fancies you.  I was planning on inviting
lambda tribe to join us for a party in our bedroom tonight, you can
practice with Peter, I wouldn't mind having a stab at Richard Tomlinson and
Emma...well, Emma will let anyone fuck her, even Pradip Singh, it would do
you good to start off with Peter and then let Richard and Pradip do you
after...you need lots of practice before you come to my house for your
sleepover Next Friday!"

   I shook my head, "My mother will never let me go to a sleepover..." I
stopped myself saying, 'especially not at your house!' I remembered back to
last Christmas, they had a party at the local village pub, Iona's parents
had set up their house for a massive sleepover so that parents could go to
the party without worrying about their kids.  I think it was somewhere
around Bonfire Night when my father was told about the party and he was
offered a space at Iona's house for the mammoth sleepover but my dad had
refused, he told whoever it was that had asked him that there was no way
that my mother would allow me to go to a sleepover but I can't remember the
reason he gave, I think I was distracted by a hot dog at that moment and I
ran off for food.

   Iona's phone burbled, she checked the screen, it was a message from her
father and while she was waiting for the email to resolve over the poor
quality telephone signal at the back of the bus she said, "My dad and his
mates have been working on your mother for almost a year now, my dad thinks
that she is about to send you to a sleepover at my house, and next Friday
will probably be the night because your father has a long weekend in
Amsterdam coming up, a marketing junket where the Dutch will try to sell
their factory built homes!"

   I read the message from her father, 'Here is the link that you asked for
and I've uploaded the picture of Dawn up on the website now as well!' There
was a web link under the text but it wasn't in a standard World Wide Web
format, it actually started with 'Beachwood' and a jumble of letters,
numbers and special characters following the Beachwood name.

   I knew that Beachwood was the name of Iona's house so it was unusual to
see it as part of an internet link.

   Iona touched the highlighted text and a webpage opened up, the banner
across the top of the page said, 'Welcome to Beachwood House Gallery'. 
There was a list of file names that were links to other pages on the same
site.  Iona read down the list, "Bonfire Night twenty twenty-two...that's a
good place to start!"

   She touched the link and a film started playing, it must have been early
in the afternoon on the fifth because it was still light, the film focused
on the pile of wood with the Guy sitting on top of it but it hadn't been
lit yet.  The camera panned around, I spotted myself standing at my
father's side, he had his arm across my shoulder and his hand on the top of
my arm.  A voice came out of the little speaker on Iona's phone, "Afternoon
John...Dawn...you look gorgeous as usual Dawn darling..."

   I remembered that voice, he had been the man who had talked to my dad
about the Christmas party and who had offered him a place for me at the big
sleepover so that my mum and dad could go to the party.  My dad said,
"Vicky would never allow Dawn to go to a sleepover...especially not at
Beachwood House.  The parties there usually end up with at least one or
more underage girls losing their..." I remembered my father looking down at
me, I was looking up into his face at that moment, he harrumphed the way
that fathers do when they had to say something that they didn't want their
impressionable young daughters to hear.  He looked at Tony...the name of
the man suddenly came to me, my dad gave Tony an awkward look before
continuing, "...cherry!"

   I was only ten years old at that point but even at ten years old I knew
what 'Losing a girl's cherry' meant, it was what boys at school usually
called it when a girl lost her virginity and that meant the first time a
girl had sex with a boy...or man...Tony chuckled and said, "Not just girls
mate, I remember my first time was at a sleepover, not at Beachwood House
though back then!"

   Tony asked what fireworks I liked best and I told him that I liked the
rockets that exploded into pretty patterns best...I had just listened to
that conversation on Iona's phone screen and now something came to me, I
was looking up into Tony's eyes and now that I was looking at the screen, I
realised that I was looking at a point way above the camera lens and I
couldn't remember Tony holding a camera, he must have been filming on a
phone without looking at its screen.

   "And where's the delicious Victoria at the moment John, have you left
her at home cooking and cleaning?"

   The camera panned and tilted up to my father's face...now this bit was
new to me, I'd lost interest in the adult's conversation and was looking at
the two men setting up the fireworks ready for later on.  I saw my father
smile as he said, "No, she's in the village hall cooking food for later!"

   The camera swung from my father face towards the village hall and then
back to my father's face, Tony said, "It's a pity it's so cold at this time
of the year John, the girls don't wear such sexy clothes in the winter as
they do in the summer...have you seen what Sue Crompton is wearing under
her mackintosh?"

   I saw my father's face lighten up a lot and a great big cheesy smile
erupted all over his face, his voice lowered a little, "Good is it?"

   "Yes.  She's certainly embracing the new freedom that Barry has given
her!"

   There were a few more banal comments and then Tony told my dad that he
was going to look around the park a little to see who else was about of
interest.

   I saw shaky camera work as Tony walked quickly to the back of the
village hall, there was a man and woman standing outside the fire escape at
the back of the hall, Tony stopped at the corner of the building filming as
the man and woman kissed.  It was a long and deeply passionate kiss and not
just a simple kiss, the man was groping the woman's breasts through her
blouse and she appeared to be rubbing his cock through his trousers.

   A voice called out of the blue, "Sausages are ready, can someone start
'bunning' them up please?"

   I didn't see the woman's face, she was looking away from the camera as
she said, "That's me!"

   I watched her fasten two buttons on the front of her blouse before
rushing through the fire exit door and closing it behind her.  I hadn't
seen her face but I did recognise her voice, it was definitely my mother's
voice.  The man that had just been kissing my mother was walking towards
Tony, his name was Paul Cooper, I recognised him from a party in the
summer.

   Tony said, "Well, I guess I don't have to ask how you got on with
Vicky..." Paul shook his head, "...did she feel any different to when you
were going out with her twenty years ago?"

   Paul laughed, "Well, I have to say that it was far easier to get my
hands inside her bra than it was back then mate...Ben was right when he
said that he thought that John and Vicky weren't communicating in the
bedroom like married people should, Vicky was gagging for it mate, it won't
take much more effort to hook her in now.

   The film stopped at that point and the film dropped out and went back to
the menu screen.  Iona said, "How about Christmas now?"

   I was a little dazed, I actually remembered Christmas, when dad got home
from work on Christmas Eve he had a sexy lingerie set for my mother, he
told her that it was a part of her Christmas present but that she could
wear it tonight.

   I was in the living room reading a book, I swivelled my eyes in their
direction but kept my head buried in my book.  Mum tipped the package out
onto the dining table, something bright red and very lightweight fluttered
down onto the tabletop.  Mum picked up the first item of clothing, just a
small triangle of red mesh with a harness of red dental floss.  Mum looked
over at me, I pretended to me ten feet deep in my book but I was still
looking at her under my fringe.

   There was an exaggerated whisper from my mother, "John...really...I
can't wear these!"

   "Why not...you'll feel really sexy going to the pub wearing them!"

   "Well, the first reason..." mum looked in my direction again, "...this
small triangle won't cover my bush and I doubt that they would be big
enough for Dawn to wear!"

   Dad smiled, "Well, I love seeing shaved pussies, I'm sure that the men
at the party will love seeing it too, especially framed in this beautiful
triangular picture frame...and when Dawn's ready for sexy underwear, I'll
buy her the smaller version so that you can be twins and anyway, you'll
need to shave your legs to wear stockings and suspender belt tonight, you
may as well go the extra mile!"

   Mum punched him playfully on his shoulder but she took the knickers and
bra up to her bedroom.  She was getting ready for two hours and when she
came down, she was wearing a dress that my father had given to her in the
summer, low cut neckline front and back but also buttons to the waistband
that one, two or three could be opened and still be reasonably modest, the
dress was very short length and titanium white and so sheer that it allowed
the red mesh of her bra and knickers to show through slightly

   "I can't walk to the pub dressed like this, not at this time of the
year...I'll freeze my arse off!"

   "You can wear your overcoat until you get to the pub, I've been told
that they will have all the fires lit and stoked up for the party to make
it nice and warm inside!"

   My hair was ruffled, "Time for bed darling or Santa won't call tonight!"

   I walked up the stairs but didn't go into my bedroom, I stopped at the
top of the stairs and listened to the final conversation between my father,
who was staying at home with me for the evening and my mother who was going
to the village pub for the evening.

   "Now don't forget...have as much fun as you want to but remember that
I'll be here to take advantage of you being excited when you get home!"

   There was a final kiss and mum walked out of the front door wearing her
large mackintosh over her tiny dress, I rushed into my bedroom and looked
out of the front window, she was wearing high heels and as she walked her
heels made her hips swing from side to side and that made the vent at the
back of her mackintosh flick open, showing off her stocking clad legs.

   The Christmas video started with my mother walking into the pub, whoever
was holding the camera seemed to be sitting at a table in the corner of the
bar, Paul Cooper suddenly jumped into view, "Vicky darling I've saved a
place for you on our table!"

   I saw my mother smile at Paul and she closed the door behind her, she
started unbuckling the belt holding her mackintosh closed as she walked
across the bar.  The camera panned around the table and I saw five men at
the table for eight, if it was a man taking the video, that would make my
mother the only woman on a table for eight.  I spotted something else as
the camera followed my mother, she walked past another table for eight with
seven men and one woman sitting at it and the woman was Sue Crompton and
she seemed to be wearing the same dress as my mother was wearing.

   Mum took her coat off and folded it over the back of the seat next to
Paul...her seat...before kissing Paul.  The man on the other side of her
seat stood up, he looked up, the camera followed his eye line up to a sprig
of mistletoe hanging directly above my mother's seat, he said, "How about a
kiss under the mistletoe Vicky?"

   Mum turned to face him, she closed her eyes and puckered her lips as
they kissed, Paul put his hand on my mother's bottom and pushed her abdomen
against the other man's abdomen, "Come on Frank, I'm sure that Vicky knows
us all well enough by now not to need the excuse of mistletoe or Christmas
to kiss us!"

   I spotted a little harder push from Paul against my mother's bottom,
there was a little bounce as my mother's lower body moved away from
Frank's. Mum sat down in her seat and Paul and Frank sat down as well.

   The camera sank down below the level of the table, the screen went a
little crazy and then things resolved, the picture under the table was dark
but I could see as Paul pulled my mother's right leg towards him and Frank
grabbed her left leg and pulled that one in his direction, opening my
mother's legs wide and pushing the tight hem of her dress up higher,
exposing her knickers.

   I watched as Paul pulled the gusset of her thong to one side and he
stabbed two fingers up into her pussy.  The camera lifted back above the
table and Tony's voice said, "What would you like to drink Vicky?"

   She asked for a small vodka and lemonade.

   As Tony walked to the bar, I spotted another woman that I knew, again,
she was sitting at a table for eight with seven men, it looked really
weird, twenty-one men and only three women in the pub's bar.  Tony walked
over to the counter and called to get the barman's attention from the
'Lounge' bar.  There was a quick flash of the people crammed into the
lounge, it was the usual mix that you would expect in a pub, roughly
fifty-fifty, men and women and a wide spread of ages as well.

   Tony reached over my mother's shoulder and filmed directly down into her
lap as he placed her drink in front of her, I heard Paul say, "Will John be
expecting a little fun with you when you get home darling?"

   Mum nodded her head.

   Paul chuckled, "Pity we reawakened John's interest in sex...so I guess
that we can't send you home with a cunt full of spunk tonight then?"

   My mother shook her head, "No, I don't think he would be happy with
that...he's not quite ready yet I don't think!"

   Paul looked around the faces around the table, Tony was still behind my
mother, Paul looked at Tony but he spoke to my mother, "How would you like
to move this party to somewhere a little more private darling?"

   Mum looked up at Tony and then back at Paul, she nodded her head, Paul
stood up and helped my mother out of her chair, "Tony, come and keep
lookout for us mate!"

   Tony complained, "I'm trying to get a connection to wish my mother a
Merry Christmas!"

   Paul laughed, "I'm sure that the cell coverage is just as good in the
passageway to the toilets as it is here in the bar!"

   Tony followed my mother and Paul towards the toilet, Tony stood at the
entrance to the passageway keeping lookout while my mother and Paul walked
to the midway point of the passage and Paul pushed her against the wall,
her back to the wall and they started kissing.

   I heard Paul say, "Do you still like sucking cocks as much as you did
when you were sixteen Vicky?"

   I saw Paul step away from her and he was unbuttoning the front of her
dress, she looked over at Tony, "Don't worry about Tony, he's no peeping
Tom, he'll warn us if anyone comes anywhere close!"

   Paul eased her bra out of the confines of her dress before pulling the
cups down exposing her breasts.

   Mum looked beyond Tony to the bar beyond, she cleared her throat, "I
don't get much practice, John's too sensitive for me to do it to him!"

   Paul crouched down a little so that his mouth was lined up with her
nipples and he started sucking on them...sucking, biting and kissing her
nipples and then his hand went up under the bottom hem of her dress and he
started to finger fuck her again.  Paul pulled his lips away from her tits,
"You're so juicy...are you sure that I can't fuck you tonight?"

   "You can't, it's too soon!"

   Paul looked in Tony's direction and he smiled for the camera, "So Vicky,
how many men have you sucked off since you married John...not counting John
of course?"

   Paul was standing up now and mum's hand was rubbing up and down his cock
through his trousers as they kissed.  She cleared her throat again and
said, "Five or six!"

   Paul smiled at her, "And how many of them did you suck while John was
watching you from his car?"

   "Four!"

   "So you sucked four men off behind John's back that means?"

   Mum nodded her head.

   Paul put his hand on top of mum's head and he pressed down, she sank
down into a squat, her tits still out in the open and she opened the fly of
his trousers and pulled his cock out, she seemed to go a little crazy, she
was putting so much effort into sucking Paul's cock that it looked like she
was trying to suck him inside out through his pee pipe.

   Paul laughed and said, "Now that's the Victoria that I remember, putting
all of her heart and soul into sucking a cock to stop the man wanting to
fuck her after..."

   Tony cleared his throat, Paul turned his back on the bar and he
re-stabled his pony as my mother jumped up to her feet and she pulled the
cups of her bra back over her breasts but she didn't bother to pull the
front of her dress closed or turn her back on the bar.

   A man walked past Tony, "Evening Paul...Vicky." The man went into the
men's toilet and Paul kissed my mother again while the man took his piss.
His voice came from the other side of the toilet door, "How's John Vicky, I
didn't see him in the bar?"

   Mum pulled her lips off of Paul's, "Oh, he's okay, he's at home looking
after Dawn, we tossed a coin to see who came to the party and he lost!"

   There was the sound of a hand dryer and then the man came back out of
the toilet again, "Sue Crompton sent Olivia to the Abrahams' house for a
sleepover so that she and Barry could both come to the party tonight, Barry
is on your table, I hope that you give Barry a good time tonight!"

   Paul answered for my mother, "Unfortunately John isn't as far along his
educational track as Barry so we won't be able to fuck her tonight but I'm
sure that she'll more than make up for it with her mouth...do you fancy a
suck before you go back to Sue?"

   The man from the toilet smiled at Paul, "I don't mind if I do Paul
mate!"

   Paul put his hand on the top of my mother's head again and she slipped
down into a squat while the toilet man opened his own fly and pulled his
cock out.

   Paul moved to Tony's side and he said, I'll start sending men down for
her, I'll send Barry first, you just stop him here until she gets Ben off"

   While my mother was sucking Ben's cock, he pulled the shoulder straps of
her dress over the outside of her arms and then he did the same with her
bra's shoulder straps.  Ben was rocking back and forth now as he said, "I'm
going to cum all over your tits!"

   Mum quickly pulled her bra cups out of the way as Ben's cock slipped out
of her mouth and he sprayed her tits with his spunk.  He had only just
finished cuming when Barry stepped into place in front of her so that she
could suck his cock.  The video slipped into fast forward for a few seconds
as my mother sucked eight cocks and then it went back into normal speed,
Paul stepped up to her and helped her to her feet, her dress and bra fell
to the floor and she was left standing there wearing just a pair of
knickers.

   I mumbled, "Poor old Tony, he missed out!"

   Iona laughed, "No he didn't when you watch it at normal speed, Tony
hands his phone to Paul so that Paul can film him having his knob sucked by
your mum!"

   I'd missed that...well, I have to admit that watching my mum sucking the
first few men off had been exciting for me to watch, it was getting a
little bit 'Samey' and repetitive, it was a good thing that the film's
editor had run through the last few men in fast forward.

   Paul handed my mother her glass with Vodka and lemonade for her to take
a drink from, she had spunk dripping off of her body, especially her tits.
"Well, are you finished now Vicky darling?"

   Mum shrugged her shoulders, 'I'll have to remind her when I get home
that she always tells me that it's rude to answer a question with a shrug
of my shoulders!'

   "What's the time?"

   Paul checked his watch, "It's ten thirty!"

   Mum looked thoughtful for a moment, "Well, I told John that I wouldn't
be home any later than midnight so, what do you want to do now?"

   Paul looked over his shoulder and he smiled for the camera, "Well, would
you like to go to the next level?"

   "What's that?"

   "Take your knickers off and go out into the bar...that would be the next
step...public nudity!"

   I saw a serious look cross her face and then she reached down and took
her knickers off.  Tony stepped out into the bar and filmed my mother
walking out into the main room.  Sue Crompton was already naked, Barry
Crompton was standing at the side of her table watching his wife being
shagged by one man actually on the table top as another was fucking her
mouth.  The third woman was also naked but she was straddling a man in his
chair and bouncing about on top of him.

   Paul slapped my mother's arse hard, "Go and mingle with the men,
introduce yourself to them and give them a kiss or a blowjob."

   ***

   I actually knew all twenty-one men in the bar on that video to talk to
but I realised that I'd only met them since last Christmas but before
Christmas, I only knew Paul and Tony.  While I was rationalising that
little snippet of information, I watched my mother walking around the bar
totally naked, kissing one man, getting fingered by a second, sucking the
cock of a third and generally being the centre of attention of most of the
men in the bar, the only ones that ignored her were the men screwing the
two women...who I didn't actually know, not even to speak to.

   The video ended with my mother getting dressed in front of all the men,
she put her knickers on and her bra before walking around the room again so
that admiring men could touch her all over.  The closing scene of the film
was Paul saying, "I hope that by the Easter party, John will be happy to
let other men fuck you...perhaps John will even watch us gangbang you!"

   My mother laughed and kissed Paul before fastening her mackintosh as she
walked out of the pub.  The video played for a few more seconds as I
remembered back to last Christmas Eve when mum woke me up as she closed the
front door behind her, I was all excited because Christmas presents for
Dawn were on the dawn horizon.  I heard loud laughter from my parent's
bedroom, I crossed the landing and listened at their bedroom door.  I heard
my mother say, "Perhaps I should have sent Dawn to that Sleepover at Tom
and Anna Abrahams' place...then you could have come with me to the party, I
think you would have got a blast from watching me walking around the bar in
our local pub in the nude!"

   I heard a slap, for the last six months I had assumed that it was my
father slapping my mother for talking dirty to him but that thought changed
after last night when I watched Tom entering Iona at high speed and very
violently, his belly slapped against hers and she groaned with pleasure as
he knocked the wind out of her...after the slap that night, I had heard the
same sounds coming out of my mother.

   The loudspeaker on the bus barked, "Please remain seated ladies, our
driver has to go into the office and collect our tickets to get into the
museum!"

   Iona quickly closed her phone down and dumped it quickly into her
shoulder bag, we had been told to leave any mobile phones or other
electronic devices at home before we set out on the trip.

   When we were finally released from the bus to follow our driver and
teachers down the hill to the turnstiles into the museum, I ended up
walking at the side of Peter Smith...by his design, I'm sure of that.  He
said hi to me and I found my face turning bright red just from him talking
to me.  I knew that Iona had sent him the picture of me in all my glory
this morning but there was no way that he could have guessed it was me
because my face was hidden and Iona had just titled the picture, 'Guess
Who?' Iona was talking to Richard Tomlinson just behind me, it was the
closest that our teachers had allowed us to get to the boys so far during
the trip and that was only because we girls were going through turnstile
'A' and the boys were going through turnstile 'B'.

   As I took my ticket from Bill and presented it to the turnstile
operator, I heard Iona say, "That's a date then Richard, we'll meet in the
bar area after dinner and we can have a little party, just the six of us."

   We thirty girls were taken to the clockwise bus stop to head for the
1940s town for our first stop while the boys took the anti-clockwise bus to
start their visit at the 1820s farm and wagon-way.  We would all meet up
for a picnic lunch at the 1900s town about half way around the tour before
continuing on our way, we girls heading for the places that the boys had
just been to and them going to where we had just come from.  We would be
together in the picnic field for about forty minutes and for those forty
minutes, me Emma and Iona shared a picnic table with Peter Smith, Richard
Tomlinson and Pradip Singh.

   Iona had arranged it so that I was sitting opposite Peter, she was
sitting opposite Richard and Emma was opposite Pradip.

   We were making small talk, I was talking to Peter about his family, I
was surprised when Peter told me that Father Olaf had dinner at his house
with his family at least once a week.  He was asking me if I'd ever had a
serious boyfriend and after I told him that I hadn't actually had an
official boyfriend, he asked me if my parents would actually allow me to
have a boyfriend at my age?

   "At Easter...I would have said that my parents wouldn't allow me to have
a boyfriend until I'm like thirty years old but after Easter...well, they
seemed to relax a lot and I definitely get the feeling these days that they
would be okay if I told them that I was dating."

   Our conversation was called to an end when the boys were dragged away to
the excitement of the Rowley Railway Station while we went to see the 1950s
terrace of houses.

   By the time we got to the exit, the Bedford Transport Company coach had
already left the car park.  The boys were already eating their dinner in
the hotel's restaurant when our bus reached the hotel.  We went straight
into dinner as soon as we got there.  The lambda boys were waiting in the
bar area, we didn't go in there though, Iona looked at Richard and gestured
with her head towards the lift and we alpha tribe girls walked through the
hotel and took the lift to the third floor.

   We got out of the lift at the third floor and Iona pressed the 'G'
button to send the lift back down to the ground floor but instead of going
down, the lift went up, someone above us must have called the lift.

   Iona swiped our door lock with her key, she opened the door and pushed
me into the room, "You go in there and change into your nighty."

   I walked in and turned the main light on, Iona grabbed my wrist and
stopped me, "Just your nighty though, don't bother to wear knickers or a
bra, they just get in the way, get changed and wait in the double bed for
us, me and Emma will wait for the boys out here and show them the way..."
Emma reached for the light switch, "...and you don't need the lights on
either!"

   Before Iona closed the door, she turned the thumbwheel on the lock to
throw the bolt out and stop the door closing properly.

   I stripped off quickly, I didn't hang my clothes up, I didn't even fold
them, I just dumped them on a chair and yanked my nighty out from under the
pillow and pulled it over my head before jumping into the double bed.

   I heard voices and giggling outside the door, the door opened and Peter
walked in, the door suddenly closed behind him but I heard the lock being
opened before the final closure and then it turned again to lock the door
closed.

   Peter walked across the room, it was dark in the room but not so dark
that I couldn't see Peter as he walked over to the bed.

   Peter was unbuttoning his shirt as he sat on the edge of the bed at my
side, he pulled his shirt out of his trousers, "I've gone through this a
million times in my head!"

   "With me?"

   "Usually with you..." he laughed, "...sometimes with your mother, I've
seen her hanging around with some of the men in the village, rumour has it
that she has at least eight boyfriends behind your father's back!"

   My turn to laugh as I thought, 'I wouldn't bet on it being behind his
back mate!'

   Peter suddenly lurched at me, his mouth crashing into mine before he
jumped away from me, "I'm sorry, I should have asked first...I got a little
carried away, Iona said that you would be naked under your nighty and that
I could do anything that I wanted to do to you tonight!"

   I sat up in bed a little, leaned forward and pulled my nighty off over
my head.  Peter stopped breathing, I reached for his hands and pulled them
over to my breasts and placed his hands directly on top of them.  I think
seeing my mother walking around a crowded bar in the nude last Christmas
had turned me on more than a little and now I was beginning to think that
Peter was cooling down on the idea of shagging me.

   "Take your trousers off!"

   Peter kicked and fought to get out of his trousers, underpants and
socks. As he was doing that, I slipped down the bed so that I was flat on
my back and when he turned back to face me, I pulled him down on top of me.

   After Glen's and Tom's cocks last night, I hardly felt Peter entering my
body.  As soon as his dick was sheathed in my fanny, he started to imitate
a rabbit and pogoed up and down on top of me at a hundred and twenty beats
a minute until he spurted.  I'd felt Tom's spunk spurt into me three times
while he was fucking me, I knew Peter had cum but I didn't feel his seed
enter me, didn't feel his spunk and didn't have an orgasm of my own but
strangely I didn't mind that at all, I was happy that Peter had reached his
pleasure in my pussy.

   He rolled off of me, "Can I tell people that I'm your boyfriend now
please?"

   "You can tell people what you like Peter but I'm not going to be your
girlfriend...we can have sex every now and again but I want to be free to
have sex with whoever I like.  Where did Iona and Emma go?"

   "They went to our room to play."

   "let's go and join them then!"

   "Iona thought that you would prefer to be on our own, she knows that I'm
a bit shy and she thought that you were too!"

   "Nah...I'm over that now!"

   I put my nighty on and Peter put his shirt and trousers on and we ran
down the passageway where all the girls had been housed, the teachers and
volunteer's rooms were by the stairs and lift and then the passage turned a
corner and the boys were all in rooms along that wing of the hotel.  We
didn't knock on the door, but then it wasn't locked anyway, the bolt had
been popped out so that you didn't need a key to get in.

   Richard and Iona were on the double bed fucking hard in what was called
the missionary position, Pradip and Emma were on the single bed, Emma was
on her hands and knees and Pradip was bonking her from behind like they
were a couple of dogs and that was why they called that position, 'Doggy
style'.

   Richard hadn't orgasmed but Iona was rocking through her orgasm when me
and Peter walked in.  I pulled my dress off and clambered on the double bed
at the side of Richard and Iona.  Richard pulled his cock out of Iona's
cunt and transferred over to me.

   Richard's cock was no longer than Peter's, it was no thicker either but
when Richard pushed his cock into me I felt it going all the way in.  the
main difference was the angle of attack, before Richard pushed in, he
tilted my hips so that the top of his cock pressed against my sensitive
spot all the way in.

   Richard fucked me for fifteen minutes while Peter fucked Iona and after
shooting his spunk into my pussy, I was pushed over to the single bed and
Pradip while Emma hopped over to the double bed and slid under Richard.

   I lay on my back and Pradip said, "If we fuck this way around, don't try
to kiss me, my mother would kill me if she ever found out that I'd kissed a
Christian girl!"

   "Oh!  She doesn't mind you fucking a Christian girl...just not kissing
one!"

   Pradip shook his head, "No, it is expected for Sikhs to screw
Christians, put good Sikh babies in their bellies but kissing them is
strictly forbidden!"

   It was eleven o'clock when Pradip pushed his cock into me, twenty past
eleven we did a little spin, Pradip was on his back, my knees either side
of his head, his cock in my mouth and his tongue inside my pussy.

   We had fun like that for twenty minutes and then Pradip wanted another
change around so at twenty to midnight, Pradip was on his back, I was on
top of him sitting upright rocking back and forth on his cock as he mauled
my tits.  Richard, Peter, Iona and Emma had all finished fucking now and
they were sitting along the edge of the double bed, watching me and Pradip
fucking with me in the 'Cow-girl' position...I'd heard other girls talking
about the various positions in private conversations but until I did it,
the cow-girl position didn't make any sense to me...in my uneducated
pre-pubescent brain, the only way that I could assume that a girl could
work things out to have sex on top of a man was if she wore one of those
fake dicks with all the harnesses things but that was as far as I could
work things out.  Okay cow-girl wasn't my favourite position but I could
see why boys might like it, the girl ends up doing all the work and the boy
gets all the pleasure...totally the wrong way around if you ask me!

   By midnight I was bored with sex and very tired, tired because I'd had
two late nights and a very early morning so I wanted to go to bed now. 
Iona and Emma had decided to sleep the whole night in the boy's bedroom so
I grabbed the key to our room from Iona's bag and wearing my dress, I ran
for my own bedroom.

   I stopped dead in my tracks, Alan Benson was crossing from his bedroom
to the doorway to the stairs, fortunately he didn't have a view down past
the boy's bedrooms or he would have seen me heading back to my bedroom.

   Alan was on a messenger call, or a skype call with a woman.  I got as
close to the stairs as I could get, I heard, "...I miss you too
darling...still, I'll be back tomorrow afternoon!"

   The woman said, "Are you on the stairs Alan darling?"

   "Yes darling, Brian's already in bed and asleep so I have to talk out
here!"

   Alan was talking to his wife on his mobile phone in a video chat.  I
could just see that he was wearing a very lightweight dressing gown but he
was totally naked under it.

   "How did first night go?"

   "Oh, it was okay but I'm beginning to think that the director's got an
alternative agenda, you know act two scene three?"

   I saw Alan shake his head, "No sorry, I can't remember the acts and
scenes from the play."

   "It's the scene where I'm wearing the baggy shorts and the white
t-shirt..." Alan nodded his head, "...well, tonight the director asked me
to try the scene wearing a bra and hot pants, Robert said that he thought
it would be more realistic...you know, more how my character would act in
real life!"

   Alan's bedroom door opened and Jenny Waterhouse popped her head out,
from her hand gestures it looked like she was asking Alan if she should go
back to her own bedroom.  Alan tilted the camera away from his face and
shook his head, he held up two fingers and mouthed 'Two minutes!'

   Alan rushed his conversation with his wife, using the excuse that our
trip would be heading north in the morning to Holy Island so it would be a
very early start in the morning, there was an 'air-kiss' to the phone's
camera and a goodnight from both sides and Alan returned to his bedroom.

   I heard his door open and then I ran past, the door was still wide open,
Jenny Waterhouse was on the left hand side bed, she was on her back,
totally naked and legs wide open, I stopped running just the other side of
the still open doorway, the auto-closer fitted to the door was very slow
acting so I saw Alan drop his dressing gown to the floor, he was now
totally naked as well as Jenny, he dangled a condom in front of her,
"Right, I have one last condom, once I've filled it, you'll have to go back
to your own room and send Brian back here!"

   'CONDOM' flashed in my head, it was kind of bright blue, like a neon
sign filled with mercury gas, 'Perhaps I should have been asking the men
over the last two days to use a condom in me!'

   In the morning we all crowded onto the two buses and we drove north
towards Beal, we would be taking a boat over to Holy Island, spend time in
the old church and the ruins of the ministry and at low tide, our bus would
drive over the causeway to the island to collect us all and then at mid
day, drive back to Northamptonshire.

   The bus had to stop two hundred yards from the jetty where the boat was
moored and we all piled out of the buses, we were lined up in our tribes,
because my tribe, the 'Alpha' tribe were at the back of the bus, we ended
up at the back of the line of girls, three deep, ten long.  We walked down
one path to the jetty and the boys in their lines walked down another path.
We were marshalled like a military unit on the march and the boys were a
rabble, roughly in their threes but Peter Smith wasn't close to his tribe,
he was with a boy from the 'Beta' tribe and one from the 'Delta' tribe,
Miss Portland would no more have put up with intermingling of the members
of the tribes than intermingling of the boys and girls, she ruled over us
with a rod of iron.

   I wasn't actually on the jetty but I was close enough to see that the
boat that was due to take us over to the island of Lindisfarne was more
than a little unstable.  The jetty was rock steady but the boat was
rotating from three feet below the jetty to three feet above it, I did have
the thought, 'How the hell can anyone get on that bleeding thing without
breaking their necks?'

   There was a gathering of the teachers...the volunteers and the bus
drivers, Miss Portland announced in a clear voice, "About turn everyone,
Alpha tribes lead your parties back to the bus please, unfortunately the
sea is too rough for our trip to the island and we can't wait until low
tide or we'll be late home."

   So our trip was cut short by four hours, the bus heading back to our
school, three hundred miles away, that was a six hour trip on the coach
with one toilet and one combined meal and toilet stop on the way.

   At the first toilet stop I had a word with our driver, the bus company's
depot was just outside our village so I asked if he could give me and Peter
Smith a lift home in the bus, he was happy to do that, I had no idea what
time my mum and dad would be home but they weren't expecting us home until
eight o'clock or even nine o'clock in the evening so I didn't want to
bugger up their plans.

   As we drove south, the stormy weather cleared and by Nottinghamshire,
the sun was out, there was no wind and the summer heat was finally burning
through.

   I was dropped off at the end of my road and walked the last fifty yards
to my house, I called my father's office to tell him that I was already
home but he had already gone for the day.

   I had a shower and got changed into my casual clothes and then I lay on
my bed, half dozing and half reading a book...my recent extra curricula
education could have ruined my love for all things Enid Blyton and in
particular Malory Towers books.

   I heard a car stopping at three thirty, it was under my bedroom window
so I rolled off of my bed and looked out of my window.  It was my father
but he was doing something unusual, he had left his engine running on the
drive and now, he was opening the garage door.  My parents never put their
cars in the garage, when the house was built, the garage was designed for
cars like the Standard Eight or the Morris Seven, they were big cars in
their day and two would fit in the garage with room to have a party around
them but modern cars were longer and fatter than the old cars, to get two
in the garage, one had to be reversed in and the other driven in forwards
so that the drivers doors could open into the same space and even then,
they only just fitted if you had a shoe horn.

   My dad reversed his car into the garage just as my mother pulled off of
the road and she sailed straight into the garage.  Two more cars followed
my mother's off the road, they parked side by side in front of the garage
and as their drivers got out, a third car parked in the street across the
back if the other two.  Paul Cooper was driving one of the two cars parked
on the drive and Tony was the driver of the second.  Tom Abrahams, Iona's
father, was driving the third car, the car that was left out on the road.

   All five of them went into the back garden, my mother went into the
kitchen to make them all drinks, I relocated to the back bedroom, my
mother's hobby room and looked out into the garden, my dad and the other
three men were sitting around our garden table.

   When mother walked out with a tray, a pitcher of alcoholic cocktail of
some kind and five glasses on it, 'nothing unusual there' I thought but
something was unusual, while my mother was in the kitchen she stripped
herself totally naked.  As she walked across our back garden, my father
looked in her direction and he didn't even bat an eyelid.

   There wasn't actually a seat for my mother at the table so she sat on my
father's knee and they did a little smooching.  Tom said, "Hey John, Paul
tells me that you've just bought a new 'HD' camera, is it any good?"

   "I'll show you!"

   My father passed my mother over to Tom, sat her on Tom's knee while he
came into the house and ran up to his bedroom to fetch his new camera.  My
mother was unbuttoning Tom's shirt while my father was gone, dad actually
filmed my mother pushing Tom's shirt off of his shoulders and then, when
Tom was shirtless, he moved my mother from his own knee and over to Paul
where she started taking Paul's shirt off.  While mum was doing that, dad
showed Tom the five minute film that he had just taken.

   In the end, my father filmed my mother as she stripped Tom, Paul and
Tony off totally and then Tom lay on his back on the grass, mum sat on his
cock and she started fucking him cow-girl style...'Well, it looks like my
father has got over his objections to my mother fucking other men' jumped
into my head.  My father was now standing at the side of the table, filming
Tom and my mother fucking on the grass.  Tony moved next, he knelt at the
top of Tom's head and pulled my mother's head down to his cock, so now she
was being fucked by Tom while she sucked Tony's cock.

   Paul moved in behind her, her, he rubbed his finger against her bottom
before looking up at my fqather, "Have you been exercising Vicky's arse
muscle John?"

   My dad nodded his head, "A few times...yes!"

   Paul prised my mother's bum cheeks apart and he slipped his cock into
her bottom so now my mother was being fucked by three men at the same time
while my father filmed the whole thing on his new camera.

   I heard the cooker ping in the kitchen and ran down to see what my
mother had been cooking, there was a tray of roast chicken pieces on the
bottom shelf of the oven and chips on the top shelf, I spotted the salver
that my mother had obviously planned to take the snacks on into the back
garden.

   My mother had obviously planned to cater their orgy, so I took
everything out of the oven and dished it out onto the serving dish.  I took
paper plates and a pile of napkins out to the garden.  "Snacks are ready
guys, get it while it's hot!"

   'So that's what five people shocked into catatonia looked like!' ran
into my head.

   It took a while for everyone to get their senses back, the fucking and
filming had already stopped and the three men fucking various holes in my
mother's body got up off of the ground.  They all sat on the chairs that
they had been sitting on earlier, I said, "Well, I'll leave you to enjoy
your snacks!"

   Mum was sitting on Tom's lap, I was grabbed by Tony before I could
return to the house, he pulled me onto his lap and whispered in my ear,
"Are you shy Dawn?" Tony was looking into my father's eyes as he whispered
to me.

   I shook my head, "No, I don't think so...why?"

   I caught Tony's mouth turning into a smile at my answer and the fact
that my father was still standing there, totally naked with his camera
against his eye.

   Tony pulled my t-shirt out of my jeans and slipped his hands up
underneath, he rubbed his palms over my bra covered breasts, "Do you like
this Dawn?"

   I nodded my head, I was looking at my father, his cock had been flaccid
while he had watched my mother fucking three men but now, watching Tony
playing with my tits under my t-shirt.  I estimated that my father's cock,
when erect had been a little smaller than Tom and Glen's cocks up in
Newcastle.  I couldn't believe that I was actually thinking how it would
feel to have my dad's cock in my pussy.

   As my father nor my mother were objecting to what Tony was doing with
me, he lifted his arms, pulling my t-shirt up my body and over my head.  I
was pushed forward a few inches and he fumbled behind my back to unfasten
my bra strap, my t-shirt and bra was cast down onto the grass and Tony's
hands returned to my breasts, mauling them while my father was pointing his
camera at my body.

   We were like that for a few minutes when Tom said, "Paul...why don't you
take over on the camera so that John can help Tony get Dawn's jeans off?"

   Paul took the camera from my father and then my dad came over to me, he
unfastened my belt and then the button, followed by my zip, Tom told him to
pull me off of Tony's lap and my dad pulled my jeans and knickers all the
way off.

   Well, it had certainly been a very educational three day school trip and
it didn't look like it was going to end any time soon --