I got a sheet of paper and wrote my email address down with a broad tipped pen. Alan wouldn't be able to read it with his naked eye, he would though if he looked through his telescope.

I watched him bend down and then, ten seconds later there was a ping from my PC, the 'You got mail!' ping.

I opened my email, 'From alan-h-2000@gmail.com. Did I get your addy right?'

'Yes, quite a powerful telescope you have pointing at my bedroom!'

'Sorry...I'm really embarrassed now, I only brought it up from our garden shed because I was worried that you might have gone with your mother.'

'Why would that worry you?'

'Well, I know that I never plucked up the courage to talk to you so far but you brightened my day every time I saw you leaving your house in your school uniform.'

'Thanks, so how long have you been spying on me?'

'Today was the first time honest...what have you got on today?'

'I'm sure that you saw everything I have on today!'

'God I'm sorry about that but I assumed that you had gone with your mother honestly...I'm not really a pervert...honestly!'

'Just joking with you Alan.'

'Is your dad going to work today?'

'Yes.'

'What time? I was going to, I mean...well, if you're on your own you could come over here, mum and dad are home so you'll be safe!'

'If you've got nothing to do... you could come over here, I've got washing and cleaning to do.'

'Shall I come over after your dad goes to work?'

'You can come over now if you like.'

'What about your dad?'

'He's in bed at the moment, he's sleeping, I won't wake him up for two hours.'

'Won't he be mad if he catches me in your house with you?'

'No he won't care if you're here, just come over when you like, I've got to go and start washing our dirty clothes.'

I looked at my wardrobe, I could get dressed...I suppose I should get dressed as I'd told Alan to come over whenever he wanted to but I loved the fact that I could walk around the house without being dressed from my ears to my toes without my mother bitching at me...I guess I should have guessed that my dad liked seeing me improperly dressed as he had never mentioned anything if he caught me running from my bedroom to the bathroom in just my knickers, before my breasts grew properly and in just bra and knickers after they grew.

I was loading the washing machine as Alan walked past the window as he headed for the back door; he hadn't looked at the window as he almost ran past. Alan knocked on the back door, I shouted, "Door's open, come in!"

Alan walked into the kitchen as I walked out of the utility room, he looked at me and he suddenly turned his back on me, "Sorry, I didn't realise that you were...you know, naked!"

"You saw that I was naked ten minutes ago and it didn't bother you then...or is it easier for you if we're a hundred feet apart?"

"I said I was sorry for catching you in the nude like that with my telescope."

"Want a drink of something?"

Alan half turned to face me and then turned his back again, "What have you got?"

"Tea, coffee, juice or there is some of my dad's home brew."

"Home brew sounds interesting!"

I poured Alan a glass of my dad's homemade beer and had to nudge his back to give him the beer. He turned again but this time he didn't turn his back again, he covered his bulging erection with his hand instead. He was more embarrassed at the fact that he had an erection rather than the fact that I was stark naked.

"Want to go to my room to listen to music?"

Alan was shocked, he looked at the back door, he felt safe being so close to an exit point in case my father woke up and caught him in the house with me being naked. We weren't really friends, we'd never done more than nod at each other across the road before but suddenly he was interested in me, perhaps my recent increase in bra size had attracted him.

I had to persuade him to come to my bedroom with me and he was shitting bricks with every step. "What kind of music do you like?"

"I like heavy metal but anything you like will be fine."

I put some romantic music on my computer streaming service and lounged on my bed, Alan joined me but kept as respectable distance from me as he could on my single bed.

"I heard your mother telling my mother that you were doing a bricklaying apprenticeship!"

Alan nodded his head.

It took him a while to finally settle down to the fact that I was naked and on my bed with him while he was fully clothed. Eventually I stopped having to lead the conversation; once he got onto his apprenticeship he became animated and relaxed at the same time.

After an hour I changed the conversation, "Are you still a virgin Alan?"

He almost choked on his own tongue, his face turned puce rather than just red but eventually he nodded his head. "I'm usually really shy around girls and I went to an all boy's school...you're actually the only girl I really see and then, it's only from my bedroom window."

"It's nothing to be shy about, virginity is great if it's what you want, you know, saving yourself for the right woman or your wedding night but if you don't want to be a virgin, I only charge twenty pounds to teach you everything you need to know!"

Alan did a double take, his face suddenly turned serious, "Your dad would kill me if he found out...my mum would kill me all over again as well."

"Well, it's up to you but the offer is there any time...just bring the twenty pounds with you."

Alan rolled to his side, I thought that he was going to kiss my feet but he was just fishing his wallet out of his trousers' back pocket, he rifled through it and came out with one ten pound note and two five pound notes. He lleaned forward and offered me the twenty pounds.

"I don't have a condom though!"

"You don't need one, I'm on the pill!"

That reminded me, it was about time to take my birth control pill so I did before I turned my body and unzipped Alan's trousers, I pulled his cock out of his underpants and peeled his foreskin back, to say he wasn't as clean as he should have been was an understatement.

"Has your father ever told you about the importance of washing under here every day?"

He shook his head, suddenly looked very worried, "Not the kind of thing that would ever be mentioned in my house, my parents don't think anyone has a cock."

"Well, your first lesson will be how to look after your own equipment."

It suddenly dawned on me that I wouldn't have even thought of looking if Colin hadn't mentioned the importance to me, the importance of checking the man as well as the importance of keeping my own equipment clean between sessions.

I stripped Alan completely naked and took him through to the bathroom and into the shower. I taught him how to wash his cock and how to dry it as well and took the opportunity to wash my dad's spunk out of my cunt while I was at it.

I was gentle with Alan, after all he wasn't a girl, losing his virginity wouldn't be as traumatic as it would be for a girl, he didn't need breaking in hard and then fucked until he reached the pleasure zone...I could gentle him in and he'd come right back for more.

The only fly in the ointment for Alan was when my father walked in as he was reaching his zenith. Alan had made so much noise getting to his orgasm that he woke my dad...a good thing really, because I'd forgotten to set my alarm clock to wake him in time to have his breakfast before going to work. Alan crashed instantly with his swimmers still on the starting block when he saw my dad in the doorway; his cock disappeared, hiding behind a strand of his pubic hair.

I wriggled my body out from under Alan and headed for the door, "Alan, would you like a bacon sandwich?"

Alan was shocked, he was waiting to die...waiting for my father to get his shotgun and force him to walk me down the aisle in the village church.

"Alan, it's okay, My dad isn't going to kill you or anything, he doesn't have time, he's got to be in work in thirty minutes...so, bacon sandwich or not?"

Alan still hadn't started breathing but he did manage to nod his head.

"Well, come on then, I'm not bringing you breakfast in bed..." Alan reached for his trousers but I stopped him, "...you've paid me twenty quid to lose your virginity and the contract isn't filled until your balls are empty so don't bother getting dressed. We're just going to take a breakfast break and as soon as my dad goes to work we're straight back up here for you to finish off, I don't have all day to spend taking one boy's virginity."

I offered Alan my hand and dragged him down the stairs, we were both naked, my dad had put underpants on when he realised that I had someone in my bedroom but it must have still looked odd to Alan...that and my casual attitude to sex in front of my father.

I made three bacon sandwiches and a pot of tea, we all sat at the kitchen table to eat our breakfast and drink a cup of tea, it was really relaxed, my dad asked how Alan's new job was going and Alan asked if my father had planted the floral clock in the park and that set my father off. I had to stop my dad going too far into his artistic planting scheme, "Dad, work...you have ten minutes to get ready and down to the park to clock on."

My dad went to his bedroom to get dressed for work and while he was getting ready I took Alan back to my bedroom to finish off his twenty quid's worth! Alan was building up to his climax again when my dad walked in, "Sorry to but in darling, your bitch of a mother took all the cash from the housekeeping jar...do you have any spare cash?"

I got the twenty pounds that Alan had given me and handed it over to my dad.

"I only need a fiver, is it okay if I pop the rest into the housekeeping jar."

"Sure, I don't need it!"

I dug my heels into Alan's buttock, "Come on Alan, concentrate, you only have ten more minutes left before I kick you out, I've got to get on!"

My dad left us to it and Alan finally exploded into my cunt and as soon as he finished spurting he was like a puppy chasing its tail.

He was still gasping for air from his orgasm as he said, "Can we do that again sometime...sometime soon please?"

"Sure Alan but I'm not your girlfriend, I gave you a special deal to lose your virginity, if you want to screw me again it'll cost you forty pounds an hour!"

My comment seemed to take the shine off of his climax for a moment but he soon recovered, "Erm...is it okay if I tell my mates that I've screwed you?"

"Sure, just so long as you make it clear that I cost forty quid an hour to fuck."

After I kicked Alan out I dressed and took a walk into the middle of the village, I saw my friend Elle watching the under sixteen's cricket team practicing on the village green, "Hi Elle...where's Debby today?"

Elle turned to face me, "Oh...you are talking to me again are you?"

"Sorry about the last couple of days, I had some stuff to work out."

Elle relaxed and smiled. "Yes, I heard through the grapevine that your mum has walked out on your dad. Are you going to have to move out of the village to live with her or is she going to get the house and kick your dad out?"

"I'm not planning on living with my mother, even if I have to live in an orphanage or something."

"So, what were you doing with Mary Walker on Thursday?"

"I was doing a little work experience..." I laughed at my little private joke, "...what about you, what are you doing here watching cricket, I thought that you hated cricket and football!"

"I hate cricket...but...I like boys and I'm here hoping that Steve Carter or Gary White or Paul Gamble or Calum Weston might spot me...hell, I'd be happy if Paul Gamble's dog spotted me and fancied me but knowing my luck with boys, Paul's dog has probably been neutered!"

Elle's comment about Paul's dog surprised me, I'd heard hints about it before yesterday but I'd always put that down to fiction or exaggeration, even simple bullshit! That was until yesterday and I discovered that dogs could and did screw women as well as female dogs...could fuck a woman and were bloody good at it too but I didn't believe that Elle could know anything about it.

"Don't give me that dirty look...I wouldn't be the first girl to think about a dog like that!"

"I wasn't being judgemental...are you sure that dog's are even compatible...I doubt that they even line up or anything!"

"Well, I didn't think so either but I was doing a web search yesterday and I saw a dog screwing a woman and it looked like she was having a lot of fun, she was on her knees and sucking an old man's dick, it was quite Funny actually, the dog was quite small and had to stand on a coffee table to get lined up and it's cock was so fat at the base that a woman had to help by pushing the dog's bum down so it could get all the way in."

Elle was about to turn back to watch the cricket when she did a double take, "You look different..." she looked down at my feet and then back at my face, "...taller, I thought that you might be wearing heels but...you definitely look taller or more confident or something!"

"I probably look different..." I turned my normal voice down a few notches to whisper, "...I'm not a virgin anymore!"

Elle's face changed, her eyes widened, her eyebrows lifted and her jaw dropped, she grabbed my arm and dragged me off to one side, away from the group watching cricket.

"Come on Sarah, fess up. Who? When? How? Where?"

"The when was Thursday!"

"Thursday...my God Sarah, you went off with those Somali boys on Thursday...what was it like? Everyone says they have big..." Elle looked all around to make sure that no one could hear us, but she still whispered, "...cocks!"

"I don't think they are that big, I tossed Jim off and Mary Walker did his older brother, they had circumcised cocks that were big but not huge!"

"So who? Was it Simon Deacon...Peter Kent..."

"It was a man, an older man...not a boy from our class!"

Elle looked like she was going to swoon, she was turning slowly on her heels, her hands rubbing down over her breasts, down over her ribs to her abdomen, "Sarah...you've just got to ask him if he'll do me...I hate being a virgin!"

I thought, 'This could be embarrassing if I tell her that it was my uncle Paul that took my virginity!' It suddenly dawned on me, the man that had paid two hundred and fifty pounds to be the second man to fuck me had told me that he'd wished that he could have broken my cherry for me; I'd heard his name, Tom or Terry.

"Elle are you joking or do you really want an older man to break you in?"

Elle was watching the boys playing cricket and she turned her head to me momentarily, "Of course I want to lose my virginity, a boy, a man...even a dog will do...just so that I lose my virginity and soon...very soon!"

"I've just got to pop off and do something...see you here in an hour if you're still here but Elle, if I manage to set something up for you, there's no fucking about, you can't change your mind at the last minute...you understand me?"

Elle nodded her head enthusiastically.

I walked to Uncle Paul's house at the edge of the village. He saw me walking down his driveway and grinned at me through the front window. He met me at the front door and wrapped me in his arms as he pulled me into his house. There was a kiss, my knickers were pulled down and my dress pulled up and off over my head. I was naked before the front door was closed and Paul dragged me off to bed to fuck me for his second time in two days.

It only lasted for thirty minutes and Paul rolled off of my body onto the bed at my side gasping for air.

"You happy now Uncle Paul?"

He nodded his head, "Very happy, I'm glad you came for seconds so soon."

"I didn't come for seconds actually...but it was lovely...I came to ask if the guy who had me after you would be interested in being my friend Elle's first!"

"He'd jump at it...why?"

"Well, I just thought that it would be awkward telling my best friend that I lost my virginity to my own uncle, I thought that I could arrange with your friend to do her first, you could do her second if you like and my dad could be third. Do you think your friend would pay two hundred and fifty pounds to do Elle?"

"Definitely."

Paul was already phoning the guy, a short conversation and he covered the mouthpiece of his phone, "Can he have you after your friend for the same money?"

I nodded my head; I was planning on sharing the two hundred pounds out equally between me and Elle anyway.

Paul went back to his call, "...It's on Tony, I'll text you the address, her mother's left home now so there's no problem there, see you at eight o'clock tonight."

Paul gave me a sheet of plastic, the kind that goes under a concrete floor to stop moisture rising up from the earth below, it was a horrible blue colour but that didn't matter, just so long as it was water...or rather...blood proof. I'd have to remake my father's bed with the plastic sheet under the bottom sheet to protect the mattress below.

I found Elle still mooning over the boys at the cricket match, I pulled her away from the game, "Go and see your mother, see if you can come to my house for a sleepover, it will make things easier and you'll lose your virginity at around eight o'clock tonight."

Elle went home to see her mother and I went home to change the bedding on my father's bed including the temporary blood barrier. I'd taken the sheet off the bed to be washed and put an old sheet on so it didn't matter if Elle's blood stained it, I'd just throw it away after.

It took Elle an hour to nag her mother into letting her come to my house for the night, her mother wasn't happy that Elle would be having a sleep over in a house where the wife and mother had left home just three days earlier but in the end she let Elle come.

I had no idea how to cater for a formal deflowering. Elle helped me to make a few ham sandwiches, a few cheese sandwiches and some egg mayo sandwiches. I also cut two pork pies into thin wedges. The only alcohol we had was my dad's home brew but people seemed to like it so I wasn't too worried.

Uncle Paul came over at seven o'clock, just as my dad got home from work, they were both surprised at the party food I'd laid out. We sat around just talking about ordinary things...mundane things...prosaic things.

Elle had started out on edge, I hadn't told her who her partner would be for the deflowering but as everything just settled into normality she relaxed. The knock on the door at eight o'clock went unheard by everyone but me. I recognised Tony, I also recognised my third sexual partner as well as my fourth. The men had seen Elle through the living room window, she was dressed for a party and looked stunning with a little makeup on. I did all the financials out in the hallway, Two hundred and fifty pounds from Tony, one hundred and fifty from Gary to go second and one hundred each from John and Peter to go third and fourth.

"Before we start gentlemen, Elle has no Idea that you're paying to fuck her, she will get half the money tomorrow."

I led the men into the living room and called Elle out into the kitchen to help me to get the drinks.

I told her that Tony was going to take her virginity, "Gary, John and Peter all want to watch, naturally, my dad and my Uncle will want to watch as well so it'll get a little crowded up there, put on a good show for the guys and who knows, you may get a permanent boyfriend out of this."

We spent an hour all getting to know each other, talking, dancing and eating. Elle loved every second of our party, usually a twelve year old girl would have to fight for attention from older boys at a party but Elle and I were the total focus of six men and at nine o'clock she came to me and said that she was ready.

We all went up to the bedroom, I undressed Elle and she undressed me, we put on a little lesbian act for the men and then Tony pulled Elle away from me and pinned her on her back on the bed. While Tony had rough sex with Elle, Gary fucked me, not hard and not to completion. As soon as Tony was finished with Elle Gary jumped off of me and onto Elle. She looked shocked and surprised but soon relaxed into her second fuck as I looked after John.

We swapped again, Elle taking John's red hot cock while I warmed Peter up. I fucked Tony while Peter screwed Elle and then it was midnight, we'd both been fucked for three hours without a break.

Elle and I saw the four paying customers out, we were both still totally naked but, naturally, the men were all dressed. My dad had run a bath for me and Elle and that's where the two of us spent the next thirty minutes. Playing in the bath as we both got clean.

"Right, it's up to you, my dad and my Uncle will be turned on and needing sex, you can help me with them or you can just watch and I'll do them both."

"You're going to have sex with your father and your uncle...isn't that a bit kinky? You'll be screwing Paul Gamble's dog next!"

"I've done a dog already, I'm sure I'd love taking on Paul Gamble's dog."

"You lying cow Sarah!"

"Can you remember what web site you saw that dog film yesterday?"

"I can remember how to navigate there."

I got out of the bath and wrapped myself in a towel and Elle did the same. She logged into my PC into her own Linked-in account and then hopped from one contact, skipped to another and jumped to a third and then she started to work her way through the list of files until the file with the dog sex popped up on the screen, we watched the dog fucking the girl and at a significant point I stopped the video when the dog slipped a little, it's front legs skittered off the girl's back and in scrambling back on, there were deep and clear, half moon shaped scratches.

I lowered the towel off of my back and let Elle see the scratches, I'd guessed that the story of the dog sex film Elle had told me earlier was far too close to my experience to be a coincidence, once again, 'Leroy Jethro Gibbs' voice popped into my head saying, "I don't believe in coincidences!"

Elle gasped when she saw the exact same scratches on my back as the girl in the film.

"Oh my God Sarah, you did a dog and let someone film you on a mobile phone...what was it like?"

"Well, firstly, I didn't know I was being filmed, I only realised when you told me about seeing it earlier, you described exactly what happened to me. Too close a description for it to be a coincidence."

"Well, if you only lost your cherry on Thursday evening, when the hell did you get it together with a dog?"

"Yesterday, while you were packing aid for the charity, I was befriending a pensioner's dog!"

"My God, sex and while you were supposed to be at school as well, lucky bitch!"

"And talking of lucky bitches, you know you were complaining that you asked your mother for a new smart phone for your twelfth birthday and she refused to get it for you?"

"Yes...but hardly lucky, I didn't get one!"

I dug my hand under my pillow and pulled out a wad of money, I wafted it under her nose, "Three hundred pounds of this is for you...plenty to buy that phone, so long as you're not looking for an iPhone or something stupid like that!"

"Why?"

"Well, Tony, Gary, John and Peter all paid to have sex with us!"

"God, how decadent...I was made into woman and a whore in one night!"

"And after the business, My Uncle and father are here to give us the pleasure...I hope that you weren't counting on getting any sleep tonight!"

The four of us gathered on my father's bed and spent the night fucking and swapping and fucking all over again. It was dawn before we all agreed to go to sleep, Elle would be expected to go to church at eleven o'clock, she'd have to sit through a boring mass and then go to confession. Father Flanagan would have his world tilted if Elle told the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. The dirty old bugger would end up wanking himself silly before giving her punishment.

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