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 ï>¿Year Nine by Isabella

   Year eight was over, the long summer holiday was stretching ahead of me
like a prison sentence, I'd said goodbye to Elle, she was a lucky cow...her
parents were quite poor, they both worked on a local farm and had no money
to spare for foreign holidays or the like but because they were around the
village all the time, Elle was allowed to stay at home for the seven weeks
that school would be closed.  My parents on the other hand both had good
jobs, they both worked in London for an American company that frowned on
their staff wasting time on things like holidays. Because my parents worked
fifty miles away from our village and were expected to work long hours,
stopping at home on my own for seven weeks wasn't an option for a thirteen
year old girl like me. Summer holidays had a standard pattern for me, on
the first Saturday after school broke up for the summer holiday, my mother
would drive us to East Midlands Airport at Donnington eighty miles
away...there were closer airports to home, Luton Airport was only fifteen
to twenty miles away, even London City Airport was only fifty-two miles
away. Mum and I would fly out to Southern Spain, leaving my dad at home to
keep working.  Mum and I would spend a week at a five star beach
hotel...the same hotel that we'd used every year. After our week of sun,
sea and sand we flew back to Castle Donnington, picked up our car and
instead of driving the eighty miles south to our own village, we drove
thirty miles further north to Denby Village in Derbyshire where I was
dropped off, bags and baggage at my maternal grandparent's house.  Denby
was one hundred miles away from my village and around a hundred years in
the past.  My grandparents didn't have a computer or broadband and the
village didn't have a wi-fi hot-spot anywhere close either! I'd lived all
of my life in a small village in Northamptonshire but whenever I stopped
with my Grandparents in Denby, it made me feel like my small village was a
large town or small city, there were only one hundred houses in Denby and
all the residents were retired like my grandparents. There was quite
literally nothing at all to do in Denby apart from watch TV, read or help
my grandfather in his garden.  I couldn't even sunbathe in the better
weather because the back garden was north facing so I'd have to sunbathe in
the front garden if I wanted to do it at all. The high spot of my five
weeks in Derbyshire always happened on the fourth of July...this year, that
date was my fourteenth birthday and both of my parents came to Derbyshire
to shower me in their 'Guilt' presents, neither of them had to work on my
birthday for some reason so they always drove up to Derbyshire to see me.
We went to a posh restaurant, the five of us...high on the hog.  Unusually
for my parents and their ordered life, we always went to a different
restaurant every year and it could be in any town or city in a thirty mile
radius.  My parents never spent the night though, my grandparents only had
two bedrooms, so it was all over by ten o'clock in the evening and my folks
ran down the motorway back to Northamptonshire. It was the same pattern
every year, one week of sunbathing in Southern Spain...five weeks of total
boredom in Derbyshire and then my dad would turn up in our car but not to
take me home but to take me back to the airport at Castle Donnington where
we would fly out to Greece to his parent's home for the final week of my
holiday. For seven weeks I'd been cosseted by my parents or grandparents,
the only time I was alone was when I was in my bedroom at my grandparent's
houses, even when I was in Spain with my mother, we actually shared a twin
room so even then I was never out of my mother's sight.  The hotel was
really posh and they didn't expect people to take their children so there
was no kid's club, no disco and no amusements, not even a pool table or
table tennis table. I was actually looking forward to going back to school,
just to get away from my prison guards for the first time in seven weeks. I
got home at eleven o'clock in the evening, straight from the airport and
straight to bed.  I was really tired but I didn't fall asleep before my
parents got down to playing mummies and daddies...I couldn't blame them
being over eager to get in the sack together, after all, my dad had been
away from home for seven whole days. Page 1

   Monday morning and I was straight back to school.  I called for my best
friend, Elle Green, on my walk to school.  Her parents were in the kitchen
and the door was wide open, I knocked on the door and called out for Elle.
Her father came to the back door, "I'm sorry Darling but Elle's already
gone to school!" I was about to ask if he was sure that she wasn't there,
the bedlam around the house from all the kids around the place, Elle had
three brothers and two sisters, all younger than her and all eight of them
in one two bedroom house. So for the first time in three years, I was
walking the two and a half miles to school on my own. I didn't spot Elle in
the playground and I really looked everywhere...well, not quite everywhere,
there was an area of the school that was hidden, the teachers on playground
duties would walk past that area once or twice every break time but never
before school in the mornings or after school in the evenings so it was
where the 'Alphas' hung out.  The 'Alphas' were the older boys, year ten
and year eleven students and they used the hidden corner to get up to
mischief, smoking, gambling and drinking alcohol. The first bell sent us
all scuttling into our classrooms, we all had to be in our seats before the
second bell sounded ten minutes later. I was at my desk alone and slightly
confused, Elle's father had told me that Elle had been gone from home at
least fifteen minutes before I called to collect her. The classroom door
burst open and Elle ran in, just as the second bell sounded.  Elle was
breathless as she slid into her seat at my side, she was puffing and
panting so much that she could easily have run all the way from her house
to school. I wanted to ask her where the hell she'd been for the last half
an hour but was stopped before I got a word out.  Our form had English for
the first two periods on a Monday morning, the incredibly handsome Mr
Griffin teaching us for eighty minutes until midmorning break...that wasn't
what stopped me asking Elle where she'd been though, it was the arrival of
Mrs Hennessy walking through the door instead of Mr Griffin. While Mrs
Hennessy sorted her stuff out at her desk at the front of the classroom, I
looked over at Elle, I spotted a smudge of purple lipstick on her neck, it
looked like a top lip, peeping just above the collar of her school shirt. I
reached over and pulled the edge of her collar down and as the lipstick
splodge was slowly revealed, I realised that it wasn't lip shaped lipstick,
it was an almost perfect circle and not lipstick at all, it was a purple
bruise or as my parent's generation would call it, a love bite...and it
wasn't alone on her neck, there were ten other bite marks at various stages
of healing all over her neck.  I wondered why Elle had worn a tie during
summer term when we were allowed, if we wished, to wear our shirts open, so
long as the collar was lifted above the collar of our blazer if we were
wearing one. "Elle...what the..." "No talking in class please...erm...Miss
Clarke is it?" I looked to the front of the class, "Clarke Mrs
Hennessy...Victoria Clarke!" Mrs Hennessy stood up and pinned a map to the
notice board.  It was a desk plan, the names were seemingly random, my name
was at desk one, the desk directly in front of the teachers desk, desk two,
the desk that was next to mine wasn't, as it usually was, Elle Green but
Paul Scott, one of the Scott twins, Peter Scott was diagonally opposite in
Desk forty. Elle was in desk fifteen, this would be the first time that
Elle and I hadn't been sitting next to each other in a classroom in eight
years.  The thing that confused me the most was, I was the best student in
the class while Paul Scott was the worst, I was Clarke, Paul was
Scott...Mrs Hennessy wasn't using academic standing or alphabetical
criteria so there must be some kind of randomising factor involved in her
seating plan, the only thing that seemed to be a pattern was that all the
double desks were boy on the right and girl on the left in each pair of
seats.. I didn't get the chance to ask Elle who had played 'Vampire' to her
'Virgin villager!' in class so it would have to wait until midmorning break
to play catch-up.



   The English lesson was far more boring and tedious than any I'd ever
taken before, Mrs Hennessy was a boring teacher and having Paul Scott
sitting next to me asking stupid questions didn't help at all. We only had
a fifteen minute break, what younger kids called playtime and what teachers
called coffee break so I didn't have long to get the last seven weeks of
Elle's life story from her. "I got bored by Wednesday of the first week and
you weren't around so I had to go looking for someone to hang out with. 
All the girls around our own age in the village were either away on holiday
or their parents were holding them under close watch for the whole holiday
so I had to turn to the company of boys for the first time in my life!"
Elle loosened her tie, flipped the top two buttons out of their holes and
pulled the neck of her shirt wide open. I counted twenty love boies around
her neck and collarbone, she looked to the right and the left, all the boys
were playing kick-shins around a football on the other side of the
playground, there were only girls around us and they weren't paying any
attention to Elle or me.  As soon as Elle was happy that no one was
looking, she flipped a third button open and exposed the tops of her
breasts, the area above her bra cups and the bites went still further down
inside her bra cups. "And as you can see, I've been very popular with the
boys over the last six and a half weeks." I was shocked, I'd known Elle all
my life...well, more or less all of it and I'd never seen her act like that
in a public place before, she wouldn't usually even wear bikinis to the
swimming pool, she always wore full coverage, one piece, swimming costumes,
hers even covered all the way up to her throat and had short sleeves and
boy-pants leg lines, at least an inch long down her thighs and here she
was, in a crowded playground, almost getting her fun bags out. "So much has
changed in the last few weeks Vicky...I'm not a little girl anymore, I'm a
woman now!" "Oh my God Elle, who...when...where?" Elle was just about to
tell me who had deflowered her when the sound of a distant bell ringing in
school stopped her.  She closed her blouse and re did the knot on her
school tie and we walked towards the Maths rooms, "Hey Vicky, will you act
as look out for me after lunch please?" "I was going to try and get a
little time in running around the track over lunch.  I haven't done any
exercise for seven weeks and I need to get back into shape before trials
for the school's hockey team." "Vicky, come and keep a lookout for me
please, you may even find a much better way of exercising than track
running!" We were at the classroom door and I sighed and "Okay!" as we
walked through the door. Horror struck and in total disbelief, Paul Scott
was sitting at desk number two again, and the seating plan that Mrs
Hennessy had used that morning was on the notice board in the maths
classroom, I would be spending the next eighty minutes sitting next to Paul
Scott again. Fortunately Paul was slightly more numerate than he was
literate, he needed help with the questions, they were written out in
longhand rather than as just the sum that needed to be answered.  We had to
read the question, comprehend it, extract the wheat from the chaff and
actually write out the sum in the way that you expected a math question to
be written out. The seating plan wasn't the only change to year eight, in
year eight, we were supposed to be totally silent, we often broke that rule
but were quickly called to book if the teacher heard us...today though,
Miss Duggan announced that we could discuss the problems with our companion
in the next seat but had to keep the volume down to an absolute minimum and
if we abused the privilege, it would be removed! I had to put in a lot of
work with Paul Scott to help him understand the question that he was being
asked and to check that he had deciphered the question into the sum, as
soon as he had that squared away, he was usually able to work through the
problem to the correct answer.



   When the lesson ended, Elle grabbed my hand and pulled me through the
school, forcing our way past dozens of other kids on their way to the
refectory.  Not every student wanted an early lunch, some went to clubs for
half an hour and then went to lunch but Elle was determined to get ahead of
the pack for an early lunch. I'd shared my lunch break with Elle every
school day since primary school but I'd never seen her eat so quickly
before. "What's the hurry Elle?  You'll give yourself indigestion or
something!" I would have said that Elle answered with her mouth full of
food but she probably had a mouth and a half full of food..."Lunch break is
far too short to waste a second of it on eating!" I was just over half way
through my lunch by the time Elle had totally finished hers, it was
fortunate that I'd chosen a flapjack without custard for pudding because
Elle was dragging my tray out from under me before I'd even finished my
main meal...I managed to snatch the flapjack off of my plate before Elle
snatched it away from me and Elle ran across the refectory to the dirty
dishes drop off point.  I had remained sitting at our table, my flapjack in
my hand eating it while Elle was gone. "We don't have time for you to sit
there eating that, come on, eat it while we're on the move!" Elle was
dragging me at high speed again, through the school and out of the back
doors.  I was reluctant to follow her as we approached 'Alpha' corner,
there were bound to be the older boys there, boys that spent their two
pounds and fifty pence a day lunch money on booze or fags rather than on
their school dinners. I think the oldest 'Alpha', the oldest and the
biggest bully, was called Brent, he was almost eighteen years old already.
Brent said, "Hi Elle, I didn't think that you were going to come...and I
see you've brought Vicky with you to play as well!" "I haven't brought
Vicky to play, I've brought her to keep a look out for me, your mates can't
be trusted to keep a good look out, the minute we start, they'll all be
watching me and no one will care who is coming down the path!" Elle let go
of my hand at the corner leading into the blind alleyway used by the older
boys for their nefarious pastimes and told me to keep watch for teachers
coming from the playground. The blind alley had been an old fire escape
from the school before they built the new music block...the plans
apparently showed a three foot gap between the music block and the rest of
the school but the builders or the architects made mistakes in their
measurements.  The mistake was often used in maths and design class, we had
the plans and were able to measure for ourselves, the error was only one
tenth of a percent but it closed a three foot walkway down to a five or six
inch gap so they had to change the fire exit into a utility door for
carrying stores into the school and rubbish out to the bin store. I glanced
towards Elle, she was lifting the front of her skirt and tucking the bottom
hem into the waistband.  That was an eye opener for me, firstly, I had
expected that when a girl and a boy did 'Things' together, the boy would do
the work and the girl would...or rather...should have resisted his
advances, here was Elle still several feet away from Brent and she was
already making his pathway clearer.  Secondly, Elle wasn't wearing any
knickers and she hadn't been out of my sight since class started so she
must have been knickerless all morning in class. Elle stopped two feet away
from Brent and she took her tie off, rolled it around her hand and stuffed
it in her pocket, she took a half step forward and stopped again.  She
unfastened her shirt and pulled it out of the waistband of her skirt and
then she reached up to the bottom strap of her bra, she was wearing a front
loading bra which she snapped open and then swept her shirt behind her
back, letting her blazer trap it wide open. Up to that point I'd been about
as useless at keeping watch as the boys would have been, spending more time
watching Elle performing for Brent. I took a quick look down the pathway
leading to the playground, it was totally clear, at least sixty feet of
empty.



   I looked back at Elle, from behind, she looked like she was properly
dressed...well apart from the little tail of folded white cotton hanging
down below the back of her blazer.  I watched as Elle opened Brent's
trousers, she unfastened his belt, the top popper and the zip, she peeled
the sides apart into a wide 'V' and then she pulled his underpants down,
exposing his cock to me, the first boys cock I'd seen like that, standing
to attention, it's halo of dark hair surround its root and his plumbs
dangling down below. Elle was rubbing his cock as she took in the final
step, pressing her almost naked body against Brent's cock.  They were
kissing as I looked back down the path to the playground, mental note,
still totally clear! I looked back at Elle and Brent, the three other bots
were shuffling in closer to the couple, almost blocking my view but from
what I could see, I couldn't work out how Elle was going to make it
work...I assumed that she wanted to be screwed, she'd gone to too much
trouble to just kiss and rub Brent's cock for him but frpm where I was
standing, Brent's cock was closer to Elle's tits than to her pussy. I'd
just seen my first boy's erection and it was quickly followed by my second,
third and fourth cocks. I looked back down the path, Brent had the bigger
of the four cocks and Max had the second biggest...hey, I was becoming a
cock expert in just a few minutes...I'd always thought that the pecking
order between boys was probably sorted out by strength, aggression or
cunning but I was changing my mind, I already knew the boy's pecking order
was Brent, followed by Max, then Dan and finally Robert and that was
actually the exact order of their cock size...so, perhaps their pecking
order was actually their pecker order! I looked back as Brent turned Elle
away from him, his left hand on Elle's belly and his right hand on the back
of her neck and he pushed her upper body away from him.  Elle made a grab
for Max and pulled him in front of her, she was holding onto his hips as
Brent bent his knees, Brent pushed forwards and I saw my first real life
fuck.  Elle gasped as Brent entered her and then she buried her head in
Max's abdomen and took his cock in her mouth, she was sucking one boy off
while a second fucked her from behind. Eight weeks ago, the only boy that
I'd even seen even so much as kissing my best friend was her eleven year
old brother, Martin, and Elle had been practicing her kissing technique on
her younger brother, eleven year old William, for a few months. I looked
back down the path, "Erm, two year six boys walking this way!" Max gasped
through his orgasm, filling Elle's mouth as Brent fucked her hard.  Max
turned away from Elle and walked toward me, his cock shrinking as he
walked, he leaned past me, looked own the path and growled, "You two, fuck
off back to the playground!" The boys turned on their heels and headed back
to the playground. I looked back at Elle as Max growled at the two, year
six, boys, Elle had pulled Dan in front of her now and was holding onto his
hip as she sucked him off. Max stood upright and moved in on me, he went to
kiss me just as I turned my face to look back down the path so his kiss hit
my cheek.  I couldn't believe the thrill I got just from having a seventeen
year old boy kissing my cheek...mind you, that thrill was increased because
I knew that his cock was still sticking out of his trousers as he kissed
me! That thought made me look down.  Max's cock was sleeping, it looked
less than two inches long and little thicker than a cigarette but just me
looking down at it made it stir... Max reached up and lifted my chin so
that he could kiss me properly, 'Boy I wished I'd taken Elle's offer of
using her younger brother to practice my kissing on when she first started
kissing him.' Max pressed his lips against mine and as he kissed me, his
fingers dropped from my lips and fell down onto my right breast.  It was my
first ever proper kiss from a boy that I wasn't related to and my first
boy's hand on my breast, albeit through my school shirt and bra but it was
still a first. Max shuffled in closer to me, pressing his exposed cock
against my hip bone through my skirt...that caused me to gasp and as I
gasped, Max tried to slip his tongue into my mouth, I panicked and pulled
my mouth away from his and then I realised how childish that must have
seemed and disguised my panic by looking down the path, trying to make it
look like I wasn't pulling away from Max's French kiss but just looking
after my friend's security.



   Max stopped squeezing my right breast through my shirt and bra and moved
his hand to the left, I assumed that he wanted to feel my left breast as
well, then Max pressed his body into me harder, his cock definitely wasn't
sleeping any more.  Max grabbed my left hand and pulled it onto his cock
and then his hand returned to my right breast without getting as far as my
left breast.  Then I realised that his hand wasn't rubbing my tit through
my shirt, while his hand was off of my breast for those few seconds that it
took him to place my hand on his cock, he had unfastened two buttons of my
shirt and his hand was now inside my shirt, lifting my bra cup up and off
of my right breast. I let him pull my mouth back to his and this time, as
his hand was palpating my bare breast, I allowed him to slip his tongue
into my mouth. Dan gasped and I pulled my mouth away from Max again, I
looked at Elle, she was pulling Robert into place in front of her and was
taking his cock into her mouth.  I'd often heard older boys in the
playground telling their friends that getting a blow-job from a girl was
actually better than screwing her and the fact that Elle had already got
Max and Dan off with her mouth and Brent still didn't seem to be close to
his own orgasm seemed to make that statement a truism.  Brent was now
bending over her back, he looked like a dog covering his bitch as he humped
into her.  The position didn't look at all comfortable for either Elle or
Brent but he could at least fondle her bare tits as they swung freely from
her chest. Max was now humping into my left hand, fucking my hand like it
was a pussy.  I looked down the path again and checked my watch to see just
how long we had left.  Max was shuffling to his left, my right, the tip of
his cock no longer pressing into my hip bone, his cock was now pressing
much closer to my belly button.  I felt another hand on my breast, my left
breast this time.  I looked down and followed the hand, wrist and arm, they
belonged to Dan, Dan was now rubbing my left tit through my clothes.  I
wanted to push him away but my hand was full of Max, fucking my hand. Brent
chose that moment to gasp and swear, I looked beyond Dan as Brent pulled
away from Elle, and as Brent's cock came back into view, it spat out a
globule of spunk, falling in a long string, down to the tarmac path. Max
was starting to breath heavily and his humping into my left hand was
becoming more urgeant.  Elle stood upright and she stretched her back to
ease the strain of being bent over for so long.  She stood upright, her
legs were wide apart, Robert hadn't climaxed into her mouth but she was
still pumping her fist up and down his cock as she stood there, two long
strings of Brent's spunk hung down from her pussy, slowly trying to join
the other splatter of spunk on the path. Max groaned and my hand and wrist
suddenly felt warm and wet.  I looked quickly down the path to the
playground and gasped, "Mr Jenkins!" Mr Jenkins was already ten feet along
the path, I looked at Elle, Robert had moved in closer to Elle and was
pressing the tip of his cock against her abdomen, he just let fly as I
warned Elle that a teacher was coming.  I was in a massive panic, all I had
was one or two buttons of my blouse open and my right bra cup lifted above
my tit but Elle was almost totally naked but she didn't seem the slightest
bit concerned! As Elle fastened the front clasp on her bra, four almost
adult boys were squeezing themselves through the gap between the back of
the bin store and the corner of the music block, a seemingly impossible
task but all four of them managed it.  Elle pulled the bottom hem of her
skirt out of its waistband and let it fall innocently down over her pussy.
She fastened the second from top and third buttons of her shirt and one
button of her blazer as she walked to my side. What are you girls doing
here?  You know this area is out of bounds to students!" I was blushing
like mad as I looked into Mr Jenkins' eyes, I was trying to get my mouth to
work enough to say that I was sorry but Elle just chirruped up confidently,
"We needed to have a little girl talk Sir...you know, periods and that kind
of thing...we tried to have our talk in the playground but we kept getting
jostled by the boys playing football!" I couldn't believe just how easily
Elle had just lied to a teacher, she was clear and confident.  I looked at
her in disbelief, there was a tight smile on her face but she wasn't making
eye contact with Mr Jenkins, she was actually looking at his crotch and
suddenly her eyebrows raised and her smile widened.  I followed her
eye-line and saw a small tent in the front of Mr Jenkins' trousers.  If he
was fully erect in his pants it would put him way down in the pecking order
amongst the boys that I'd just seen out in the open.



   He was flustered, both of us had now seen that he had a hard on but he
couldn't say much...girls periods was definitely a very taboo subject
amongst our male teachers. "Miss Green, you know that school uniform code
states that you must wear a tie to school unless it is the summer term and
then you must have your shirt collar outside the collar of your blazer!"
Elle flicked her collar outside her blazer and said, "Sorry Sir!" she
looked up into his eyes for the first time as she apologised. I was
expecting to be sent back to the playground for the rest of our lunch break
but he didn't say anything, he just turned and walked back down the path. I
leaned out of the blind alley and watched as he walked away from us.  I
spotted his hand at his waist and when he was ten feet away from us, he
pushed his hand down the front of his trousers, down towards his cock. Elle
giggled, "He'll be heading off to the toilet to have a wank now!" In my
mind I was about to say, 'Don't be ridiculous!' but what came out was,
"Will the boys come back now that Mr Jenkins had gone?" I gasped at the
full meaning of my question... Elle shook her head and laughed out loud,
"No, they would have been seen from the music rooms, the teachers doing
choir practice and the school band's rehearsals would have clocked them and
if they had tried to come back, it would have drawn attention to their
private world." I was actually really disappointed that Max wouldn't have
been coming back to play a little more. Elle touched my abdomen, I looked
at where she was looking, there was a very large, very wet splodge of boy
juice on the front of my skirt.  Elle said, "If you're going to wank a boy
off, lift your skirt out of the way first!  You're always better off having
his cock pressing against your bare belly, much easier to wipe your belly
than clean your skirt...That will dry as a white stain now." "I wasn't...he
was...I mean, it was my hand but I wasn't doing it, he was screwing my
hand!" Elle laughed again, my discomfort was causing her great amusement.
"Did watching me turn you on or was it Max fucking your hand?" "What makes
you think I'm turned on?" "I can smell it on you and I saw the look of
desperation on your face when I told you that Max wouldn't be coming back!"
I shook my head, "You've become sex mad!  And what's all that about, you
know, walking around school without your knickers on?" "I stopped wearing
knickers when I discovered just how much fun boys could really be." I
looked confused, Elle smiled at me again, "Just wait until we start
walking!" Elle linked her arm in mine and pulled me down the path towards
the playground.  Within five steps I realised just how turned on I must
have been, no matter how much I was denying it to Elle or myself. Elle
dragged me into the toilet block, she grabbed a paper towel in her left
hand and tried to push it up under my skirt.  I tried to push her had away.



   "Vicky, you have to let me try to clean the spunk off of your skirt,
navy and crusty white spunk stains don't go well together!" I let Elle push
the paper towel under my skirt, she took another paper towel and wet it
then she splashed a little hand wash on the wet towel and started rubbing
it into the spunk stain, using the towel behind the stain to soak up a
little of the water. As soon as Elle had cleaned the front of my skirt, she
dropped the towel from her left hand and instead of pulling her hand out
from under my skirt, she touched me between my legs and laughed as I jumped
away from her. "Vicky, I'm telling you, if you don't take your knickers
off, by three o'clock, you'll be as sore as hell!" Deep down inside I knew
that Elle was probably right...I'd never felt so wet between my legs in my
life before! I went into the first stall, pulled my knickers down, the
gusset was so wet that I could have wrung it out but it wasn't just wet
down in the gusset, there was a tide mark at least an inch up the front and
back of my knickers.  I took them all the way off and dropped them in my
satchel, then I wiped between my legs with toilet paper...instantly
regretting doing it!  The course paper sent a trillion volt shock through
my body. We left the toilet block just as the bell sounded, calling us all
into class. "Vicky...you know when you sit down...you gather the back of
your dress or skirt behind your legs!" "Yes!" "Well, if you do that today,
that juice inside your fanny will soak the back of your dress, so you'd
better do what I'm going to do, push your skirt out behind you when you sit
down and put up with the cold wood against your bum!" "You're just being
ridiculous!" Elle shook her head at me as we walked to our class. 
Geography for forty minutes! Elle sat in her seat before I reached mine, I
saw her flick her skirt out of the way before sitting down, I even caught a
flash of her totally naked arse as she sat down. I got to my seat and felt
just how much of my inner liquid was already starting to trickle down
between my inner thighs, so, forewarned...I copied Elle and flicked the
back of my skirt out of the way before sitting down. Paul Scott ran into
the classroom just ahead of the geography teacher, he slammed down in his
seat just as the teacher called for the room to be quiet. I found myself
looking down at Paul's lap...I'd never have dreamed of doing something like
that before today. "Working with your next door neighbour and the street
map provided, your task is to map out the shortest route around the
village, whilst taking in every street and passing every front door as
safely as possible." The map was dropped on our desk and Mr Bennett walked
on to the next desk.  Paul spotted me looking at his lap, he looked down as
well, just in case he had dropped something on the front of his trousers.
He didn't spot anything down there so he leaned in and whispered, "What are
you looking at?" I jumped a little at being caught staring at his lap. 
"Erm, I was just wondering if you have ever..." I thought for a second,
"...kissed a girl?" Paul nodded his head. "I mean a girl that you're not
related too!"



   Paul nodded his head again. "Have you ever touched a girl that you
aren't related to?" "Touched her where?" I looked over my shoulder, Mr
Fielding was about half way down the room, dropping maps on the desks on
either side of the row. I looked back at Paul, then I touched the side of
my breast with my index finger, "Here!" Paul grinned again and nodded his
head. I looked back to Mr Fielding, he was crossing the back of the
classroom to the aisle between rows three and four. I looked back at Paul
and moved my index finger from the side of my breast to point down between
my legs, "How about here?" Paul nodded his head again. I looked from Paul's
eyes to his lap again, there was a tent in this lap now...a tent that was
the equal to the one I'd seen earlier in Mr Jenkins trousers. Mr Fielding
was now back at his desk, just a few feet away from my desk. I turned the
map to orient it correctly, north pointing away from me.  I picked up my
pencil and I started at the village car park, starting at the pathway in
front of the car park and drew a line to the left, on the left hand side of
the road.  at the first corner I came too, I turned to the left, I'd heard
Mr Fielding say that the route had to pass the front door of every property
in the village.  That first road was, like most of the roads on the map, a
cul-de-sac, so I followed pavement around the end of the road but then I
noticed a footpath marked on the map that went into another road.  I rubbed
the little mark I'd made and I sent the line down the footpath. Mr Fielding
took his long range glasses off and switched to his reading glasses, as
soon as I realised that he wouldn't be able to see as far as my desk, I
reached below the desk and flicked the side of my skirt over a little,
exposing almost all of my thigh.  Paul spotted the movement and he slipped
his left hand over onto my thigh and started to rub my leg while he leaned
in to watch what I was doing on the map. I'd quickly marked out a line that
went up and down both side of every road in the make believe village.  All
the time that I was making my pencil line on the paper, Paul was playing
between my legs, I had my knees apart as wide as I could get them within
the confines of my desk.  Paul gave me a lovely little orgasm but I managed
to control my gasps of pleasure to a minimal level so that Mr Fielding
didn't hear me. I handed Paul the little measuring wheel, "I've drawn the
line, now, you measure it!" Paul took his soaking wet fingers out of my
pussy and started to follow my line all around the map.  As soon as Paul
was busy, I reached over and opened his fly, pushing my hand inside his
trousers to play with his cock.  I got Paul off, just before the end of the
lesson.  He wet my hand without making a sound or a single movement.  I
pulled my hand out just as Mr Fielding swapped back to his long range
glasses, the teacher stood up and asked each pair for their measured
distances.  Paul and I were the last two to be asked for our distance. Paul
read his figure off the map wheel and everyone laughed at us, our distance
was almost twice as long as everyone elses. Could you give me your
reasoning behind your distance calculation please Mr Scott?" Paul looked
nervously at me, I stood up and then remembered what I'd been up to with
Paul all lesson long and looked down at my skirt, fortunately it swished
down into place, covering my naked fanny and arse before Mr Fielding saw
anything.



   "You said that we had to pass every front door as safely as possible so
I went up and down every street, on the left hand side of the pavement and
turning left at every junction so that I passed every single front door as
safely as possible without crossing roads as much as possible...Sir!"
"Right everyone, leave your maps on your desks and leave as quietly and as
quickly as possible...I look forward to seeing your unusual approach Miss
Clarke and Mr Scott.  Could you collect the maps up for me please Miss
Clarke!" I was a few minutes late getting to the changing room for my
sports lesson but I didn't mind that at all, at least there would be fewer
girls to see that I wasn't wearing knickers under my skirt when I got
changed. I changed into my sports kit as quickly as I could, I'd opt for
running if I got the choice but it was field sports, so it could be javelin
or long jump, even high jump...it just depended on who the school had
brought in to do specialist training. I reached the sports field just as
Elle was running down to the track to the long jump pit.  Elle was wearing
baggy shorts and as she jumped, she lifted her legs and at least two of the
previous jumpers got a perfect view up inside her shorts.  Elle was
flashing her goodies to as many boys as could see her...well, as many boys
as wanted to look. 7,051 Words. Year nine Part 2 Eighty minutes of sport at
the end of the school day was never something to relish but today there was
a highlight...Elle was trying to flash her bare pussy for everyone out on
the field...well, every boy or man that is. The other big problem with
having sports lessons at the end of the day was that the teachers didn't
have to finish the lessons early to force every one through the shower
early enough to get dried, dressed and out to their next class.  Our lesson
ran to the bell announcing the end of the school day before we were told
that we could go and get showered and changed.  Naturally, as we were so
late already, no one actually went through the showers, some kids didn't
even want to get changed and were willing to risk a demerit ny getting
caught out of uniform in school as they ran home in their sports kit while
carrying their uniform in their sports bags. It was like an explosion, the
teacher had thrown the grenade of freedom into the forty kids and they all
exploded in the direction of the changing rooms.  I didn't run though, I
walked to the long jump pit and carefully raked it over before taking the
rake back to the equipment shed.  Elle was fussing around, trying to make
me hurry up. "Elle, I'm in no hurry to get changed, I want the changing
room totally empty when I go in, I don't want anyone seeing my bare arse
when I take my shorts off." "You're a spoilsport Vicky...I let every one
see my bare arse when I got changed into my sports kit and I flashed every
boy while I was doing my long jumps." I just smiled at her amd took the
rake to the equipment shed and put it away.  We were only three minutes
behind the rest of our class going into the changing room but most of the
other girls from our class had already left and the shower floor was bone
dry, no one had taken a shower after the lesson and Elle and I had no
interest in wetting that floor either. I changed quickly and, once again, I
was walking through the school with no knickers on.  We stepped out onto
the driveway leading from the school building to the road and as soon as we
turned out onto the street beyond the school fence, I said..."So Elle, who
exactly did you lose your virginity too?" Elle gave me a sly sideways
glance, "Michael Duncan!" That took me by surprise, I knew the Duncan
family that lived in our village, Patrick was sixteen and a student at the
Grammar school in town, his older brother was either nineteen or twenty and
was engaged to the pub landlord's daughter, so to clarify, I asked,
"Michael Duncan, you mean Patrick Duncan's older brother?" I saw her mouth
turn into a smile as she shook her head. "No...if not Patrick's
brother...then which Michael Duncan?" "Patrick's dad!"



   "Bloody hell, how did that happen?" I was really bored and was hunting
boys around the village, I'd been unsuccessful for three weeks and then I
went for Patrick, he isn't really my type, he's too much of a swat for my
liking but you know...a cock is a cock, or rather, any cock in a storm!"
"So you ran after Patrick and...what...fell against his dad instead and his
cock accidentally?" "No, his dad caught is in their barn, I was sucking
Patrick's cock and hoping that if I did a good enough job of it,,,he might
just fuck me after...I'd have been happy even if Patrick had used a
condom!" Condom reverberated in my head, "Condom...but you let Brent fuck
you at lunch time without him having a condom on and this must be about the
same week in your cycle as when you were after Patrick!" Elle grinned at me
again, "Yes, I'm about at my peak of fertility today and for the next three
days!" "Are you mad woman....you could get pregnant!" Elle smiled again and
she nodded her head, "I might already be pregnant, I let Patrick's dad
screw me for the whole week of my last fertile period." "Elle, you're only
thirteen, you can't be pregnant, what will your mother and father say?"
"They shouldn't say much actually, my mother had me when she was fourteen
and her mother had her when she was fourteen." I did the maths and then
gave Elle my best shocked look, "That would make your mother only
twenty-seven or twenty-eight now and...and...your grandmother is actually
younger than my mother!" Elle nodded her head. "But your mother looks older
than my mum, much older!" "Being pregnant nine times in fourteen years will
do that to a woman!" "But you only have five siblings!" "Not every bun in
the oven rises properly, my mum had three still births out of her nine
pregnancies!" "Wow, poor her...but why do you suddenly want to get
pregnant?" "My mum got a letter from Social Services when I reached
thirteen years old, I can't sleep in the same bedroom as our William once
he turns twelve." "I can't believe that they can have a law like that."
"Well, my mum looked into it, in theory, we could get over the problem if
my mother sleeps in one room with all the girls and my dad sleeps in the
other with all the boys but the solicitor thought that could infringe the
European right to a family life if the husband and wife were forced to
sleep in separate rooms...anyway, the council have been told that they have
to get us a three bedroom house before William's twelfth birthday and they
don't have any three bedroom houses in the village, they told my mum and
dad that we'd have to move to Wellingborough or Kettering...even maybe as
far away as Peterborough...it all depends on where they have an available
house." "That wouldn't be so bad would it?"



   Elle shook her head and said, "My mum and dad can't afford to pay
council rent on their wages, their pay is so crap because they get the
cottage and farm produce as part of their pay...that way my dad don't pay
so much in tax and stuff, if they move, the farmer will have to pay them
minimum wage or maybe more and he won't want to do that, he'll just pick up
some polish family and move them into our house and carry on paying them
crappy wages." "So, how will getting pregnant help...it'll just put one
more child in the over crowded house!" "No, if I'm pregnant, my mum can
throw me out and then the council will have to give me a one bedroom flat,
they have those in the village so my mum won't have to worry until Kelly's
twelve years old and by then, William will be seventeen and could be at
university or working in a larger town or city and be living away from
home." We didn't take our usual route into our village, Elle wanted to walk
the long way round, she wanted to approach the village from what we called
the 'Top Road' but the government affectionately called the 'B645' or
something similar.  We hadn't taken ten paces past the turning to 'Bottom
Lane' when I realised that our present trajectory took us past 'Swallow's
Roost', the house where Patrick Duncan lived with his family. From Top Road
we had several routes that we could take to pass either Elle's house first
or mine but I wasn't the slightest bit surprised when we took Swallows
Lane. There was a Nissan Animal parked on the drive of Swallow's Roost so
Patrick's father was at home. Elle giggled like a 'School girl'...oh wait,
she is a school girl, she giggled and said, "Fancy a drink Vicky?" I was
just noncommittal, I shrugged my shoulders but I knew full well why we were
standing at the end of Swallow's Roost's driveway instead of already being
at home.  Elle grabbed my hand and pulled me down the drive past the
massive Nissan Animal.  I couldn't even use the excuse that I had to be
home or my parents would worry about where I was but everyone knew that
they would still be in their office in London for another hour at least and
then it would take at least another hour for them to get home. I was pulled
down the side of the house and into the back garden.  The back door was
wide open when we got there and Elle called out, "Anybody home?" Michael
Duncan Senior walked into the kitchen, totally naked with a towel in his
hands, drying his hair, his body soaking wet from a visit to the shower.  I
gasped and jumped, a kind of 'Jumping-jack' turn so that my back was to the
house but it was too late, I'd already seen his sleeping tiger hanging down
between his legs.  Michael's cock was sleeping but it seemed longer and
fatter than Brent's cock had looked when it was standing to attention. Elle
punched my arm, "Vicky stop being a fucking baby!" I half turned so that I
was facing Elle, I wanted to remonstrate with her for calling me a baby and
then I realised that Michael was actually in the back garden with us now,
still stark-bullock-naked. "Nice to see you darling, who's your friend?" I
looked over at Michael, Elle already had his cock in her right hand and she
was waking it up for him, she lifted onto the tips of her toes to reach
high enough to kiss him on his lips, just a quick kiss before she looked
over at me, "This is Victoria, I'm babysitting her until her parents get
home!" I looked around momentarily, Swallow's Roost must have been one of
the few houses in our village with a back garden that was totally
un-overlooked...so no one would see the very naked Michael or Elle stroking
his cock to a full erection.  My eyes were now fixed on Michael's cock and
Elle's hand rubbing up and down his now fully hard cock.  Michael's cock
was so massive that Elle couldn't totally encompass it between her thumb
and middle finger as she was stroking it lovingly...rather than wanking
him, trying to get him off with her hand. I already knew that my hand and
Elle's were exactly the same size from things like piano class, we could
both span an octave and a quarter on a piano keyboard so seeing that there
was more than a half of an inch gap between the tip of Elle's thumb and the
tip of her middle finger gave me cause for thought...I wrapped my left hand
around my right wrist, the tip of my thumb actually met my middle finger
quite easily...that meant that Michael's cock was close to nine inches in
circumference.



   "Vicky...give me a hand please!" I looked up from Michaels cock and let
go of my own right wrist, I realised that the collar of Elle's blazer and
shirt were wide open and Elle was shaking her shoulders trying to shrug
them off of her shoulders.  I grabbed both collars together and pulled,
Elle let go of Michael's cock, just long enough for me to pull the sleeves
over her hand.  Elle didn't even break her kiss with him until her shirt
and blazer were both off and then she started stroking his cock again,
broke her kiss and stepped away a few inches, "What do you think of my bra,
it's the one you bought for me!" Michael reached up, pulled the catch
between the cups open, "I told you when I bought it for you that I didn't
really like underwear of any kind on a girl!" Michael pushed the shoulder
straps of Elle's bra over her shoulders and suddenly it was hanging loosely
from her right wrist as her hand rubbed up and down his cock and Michael
started to massage her tits very roughly, Elle looked over her shoulder at
me, she made sure that my eyes were fixed on hers and then she looked down
at the catch and zip at the side of her skirt, she made that move a few
times before I got the message and realised that Elle wanted me to unfasten
her skirt for her.  Elle's skirt hit the floor and then she let go of his
cock again to shake her bra off to send it flying to the floor behind her.
I already had her combined blazer and shirt over my arm so I bent down and
picked her skirt up.  I had to turn my back on the pair of them to pick her
discarded bra up from behind her. I stood up and spotted Michael carrying
Elle through the kitchen, I didn't know what to do, should I just stand
there in the back garden holding Elle's clothes until she was finished what
she was doing with Michael...should I drop her clothes on the kitchen table
and go home or...should I follow her through the house to wherever Michael
was taking her. Michael carried her through into the living room and Elle
looked back to me, "Don't just stand there Vicky, come in here, grab three
glasses from the wet bar, I want fifty-fifty vodka and orange juice and
don't be stingy...fill the glass, Michael likes whisky, just two inches in
the glass with a single ice cube and whatever you fancy, bring them up to
the front bedroom please!" and then they were gone. I walked into the house
slowly and dropped Elle's clothes on the sofa, Michael had a very
comprehensive bar in the corner of his living room, almost as well stocked
as the village pub.  I did the two drinks that Elle had told me to do and
looked around the shelves, the choice was far too great for me to decide
what I actually wanted to try but then I remembered that I'd be going home
soon and my parents didn't drink and would probably smell whatever I did
try on my breath...I totally chickened out and picked up a can of diet cola
before climbing the stairs nervously. Elle sounded like an animal, she
sounded like a wolf, baying at the moon.  I walked into the bedroom and
Michael had Elle pinned on her back on the bed.  Michael was kind of
kneeling, his knees wide and Elle's legs were lifted, it looked a little
like Elle was sitting on his lap but her ankles were either side of his
neck.  When I'd seen Brent screwing Elle earlier, I didn't see hardly
anything of the actual act but now, as I walked through the bedroom door, I
could see Michael's cock entering Elle's pussy. "Where do you want me to
put your drinks?" Elle broke her kiss with Michael and looked past his arm
at the tray in my hands, Elle made a chicken sound and then she told me to
put the tray on the bedside cabinet, Elle wanted to say more but she had to
stop to bay at the moon again, howling through yet another orgasm. When
Elle could speak again, she was doing it through gasps for air, "Vicky, you
should have had a vodka and orange or something, it would have helped you
to relax a little when Patrick gets home from school!" That was as much as
Elle could say before she rocketed off again on another howling session as
Michael pounded his monster cock into her body. If I'd been asked yesterday
if I would have stood in a room while two naked people were fucking
like...well, I would have said rabbits but what Michael was doing to Elle
wasn't anything like the frenetic but gentle motions that a buck performed
on the doe, I would have said that I'd have run a mile rather than stand
and watch...but here I was, watching my second fuck of the day.  Actually,
if anything, I would have said that Michael was deliberately trying to hurt
Elle with his cock but no matter how much he tried to hurt her, she was
seemingly getting ever more pleasure.



   If I'd have been more on the ball, rather than being mesmerised at the
sight of a gallon cock thrusting into a pintsized pussy, Elle's comment
about Patrick would have resonated more...should have resonated
more...Patrick Duncan would be on his way home from the Grammar school,
Patrick would have been on the bus, rather than walking, so although his
school was ten miles away, he should have been home around the same time
that Elle and I arrived. And, as if by magic, a voice from the living room
called out, "I see Elle's here, I hope I'm not getting 'Sloppy seconds'
again dad!" Elle's howl quietened slightly as her face contorted into a
wicked grin in my direction. Patrick came up behind me and he kind of
looked around my body, at my face for a split second and then at my
breasts. I dragged my gaze away from the meeting point between cock and
cunt to look at Patrick's face.  He spotted the movement of my head in his
peripheral vision and looked up at my face again and he smiled at me.
"Hello Victoria...you're the last girl in the world that I expected Elle to
bring home for me and my dad to play with!" That made me look back at
Michael's cock again and I swallowed hard at the prospect of Michael trying
to force his monster cock into my pussy, even if Patrick had opened the
door and smashed the lock provided by my hymen first. Once again, I found
myself the centre of attention for a horny teenage boy, I let him kiss me
and fondle my tits through my clothes but chickened out at the last minute
as Patrick was unbuttoning the second button from the top down the front of
my shirt, I pushed my partly drunk can of diet cola into Patrick's hand and
I ran like mad from their house, only one button to do up but my hands were
shaking so much that I couldn't actually fasten it until I'd reached the
pavement at the end of the drive.