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Becoming Eighteen
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, MM/F, MM/Ff, M/f, M/M, m/f, m+/f, F/f, Mum / Daughter, Group, Incest, First Time, Group, Public, Anal, Oral, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism

When I reached seventeen, my parents 'introduced' me to the local pub, not to drink alcohol but to get into what my father believed to be the heart of the village. My dad was the team captain of the darts team, the dominoes team, the football team and the cricket team. He took part in the Quiz night every week as well as skittles and boules. I was studying hard at sixth-form collage so I didn't have the hours to spare to go to the pub like my father but I did enjoy watching some of the games while I drank my coke and ate potato crisps by the bagful.

I had avoided the quiz nights, mainly because I felt very inadequate after reading some of the questions that my father had answered correctly over the years but one day, while struggling with some huge physics homework problem, my mum and dad shouted that they were going down the pub and asked me if I wanted anything bringing back later. I shouted my "No!" I couldn't settle into the properties of insulators, conductors and semiconductors, so I changed out of my school clothes and dressed in a navy skirt and white blouse, it was only nylon but it looked and felt like expensive silk.

Because I was doing Physics homework I had confused myself slightly into thinking that it was Thursday evening, as my physics class was on Friday and it was my usual practice to do homework on the 'Just-in-time' principle. I followed my parents to the pub to watch my dad play darts for the pub team. I quite enjoyed darts matches, no one in my dad's league were particularly good and most matches ended up with someone being rushed to 'A&E' to have a dart removed from their head or foot.

As soon as I walked into the games room at the back of the pub I realised that I had made a mistake. Instead of a clear space in front of the dartboard, there were fourteen small tables with two seats at each table. 'Quiz Night!' Shouted loud in my head, I was out by a day, it wasn't Thursday night, it was Wednesday.

The quiz tonight was couples rather than teams, my mother and father were playing together, there were other husband and wife teams, some boyfriend and girlfriend teams and some playing with the husband of one married couple and the wife of another, they were called the swingers teams. When my dad spotted me I was just about to turn and run for my sanity but my dad called me back. "Ozzy Sid was looking for a partner, why don't you sit in with him?"

Sid was born in the village but his parents had migrated to Australia when Sid was a child, he had returned to live in his grandmother's house after she died, he worked occasionally in the pub when it was busy, so I knew him reasonably well. I was trying to back out of the quiz but Sid was already paying the ten pounds admission fee. "Sid's been trying to get them to agree to let him take part on his own for over an hour, so he won't let you escape his clutches now." My dad offered to pay my half of the admission fee but Sid wouldn't hear of it, he even brought me a Coke through from the bar with him.

As Sid had been the last one to book his place in the quiz, we were assigned to the table in 'Blood Alley', as the locals called it, the table that was under the dartboard and at the side of the skittles table, so we would be a little out of the main body of the room.

The games room was the perfect place to choose to run a quiz night, the building had been constructed during the war for the ARP warden's meeting room, it had been constructed out of 'Wriggly Tin' to make it fireproof and when the pub took it over as a store room after the war, they just added a doorway into the pub and replaced the external doors with more corrugated metal sheets. Because the whole building was made from metal it was a 'Null point' for radio waves, meaning that smart phones wouldn't work inside the building. One simple additional rule was added to the quiz rules, anyone leaving the building to visit the toilet or the bar, couldn't return until after that quiz sheet had been marked, so that they couldn't 'Google' the answer to any difficult questions.

I sat with Sid but I was really just 'Make weight' in all honesty, I didn't know the answer to a single question but Sid was great, he tried to keep me involved and entertained as well as doing his best to win each sheet in the quiz. I discovered that Sid was smart, clever, funny and methodical; he made me laugh a lot throughout the first half of the quiz and as an added bonus, the glass of Coke he bought for me wasn't 'Virgin' Coke, it had a little spice added to it. I took a large gulp from the glass and it burned the back of my throat as it went down, then it warmed the inside of my belly and finally made its effects felt all the way to my toes.

We answered the first eight sheets of the quiz and Sid and my parents were neck and neck at the top of the points table, heads and shoulders above the rest of the competitors. The organiser called a halt to proceedings so that we could all visit the toilet or the bar to get fresh drinks. I was the last female out of the room as Sid and I were sitting right at the back of the room, when I got to the door, the women queuing to use the toilet reached right back to the games room door, and the women in the queue were all complaining that there were only two stalls, so it would take ages to clear the line.

For once, there was also a queue at the gent's toilet door to, Sid mumbled that he was going over the park. I watched Sid as he stepped over the low wall at the side of the pub and he strode across the park towards the toilet block, I was sure that it would be closed at that time of night but saw Sid walk straight into the men's toilet. As there had only been one lady come out of the pub's toilet, I decided to follow Sid over to the park toilets.

Sid was coming out as I arrived, "They always lock the ladies at night but there's no one in the men's toilet and for once it's reasonably clean inside!" Sid said as we passed at the entrance to the toilet block. I walked into the men's toilet, the first time in my life that I had ever been in one, it was quite dark in the toilet, the only light in the room was from the moon coming through the high windows above the men's stand, a porcelain covered wall with a gully in the floor, six men would be able to stand shoulder to shoulder pissing with nothing between them to save their modesty.

There was just one stall for me to use, the stall was quite shallow, after I closed the door and slid the bolt home, there was hardly enough room behind the door to sit comfortably. There were no windows in the stall so it was black as pitch inside, I would say total darkness but I was wrong, there was one spot of light on the door, I didn't know if it was a reflection from somewhere behind me or... I reached out and touched the back of the door, there was a five inch circle cut in the door, level with my face and as I rubbed my finger around the circumference of the hole I was shocked to see something suddenly thrust through it.

It wasn't the first cock I had seen; I had a few boyfriends in the past and I had often spent Friday evenings wrestling with a boy in the back row of a cinema, I had masturbated at least three boys while watching, or not watching an indifferent film and the boys often reciprocated buy masturbating me too. But those boys had all been sixteen or seventeen years old and not one had a cock anything like the one that was just an inch from my face at that moment.

I couldn't actually see the cock in the darkness but I could feel the heat radiating off of it in the darkness. I have no idea why I did it but I slid my hand along the guy's cock, at its base I couldn't close my hand around it as it was so fat, it actually totally filled the hole in the door. As my hand slid along the cock's length towards its head it narrowed slightly. 'Well, I have it in my hand now so I might as well just do it!' flashed through my head and as I sat there peeing; I rubbed my hand up and down the cock's length.

Almost from the off there was a river of pre-cum running down the back of my hand as I stroked his cock, more pre-cum than most of the boys I had masturbated produced as their climax. The eruption came as a surprise, most boys give some outward signs they are about to shoot, this guy didn't, he just erupted all over my head, my hair and face covered in thick, sticky cream.

I was fortunate that there was plenty of toilet tissue hanging on the wall of the toilet for me to use to clean myself up, between my legs from my pee and my face and hair from the spunk. By the time I left the toilet the park was totally empty, no sign of the man who had just hosed my face down with his spunk.

When I got back in the pub, there were still four women waiting in the queue for the toilet, in the games room, Sid was sitting at our table with his fresh pint and my fresh Coke on the table, once again, the Coke wasn't virgin.

I sat down next to Sid and as I leaned forward Sid put his hand on my shoulder and rubbed his hand down my back. I felt his fingers searched out my bra strap over my spine and then his fingers traced my bra strap to the left and right before returning to my spine and his hand continued downwards. Because I was leaning forward, the back of my blouse was hiked up slightly, exposing an inch or so of bare skin. As Sid's hand reached my bare back, he lifted the back of my blouse and he began to rub his hand across my bare back from side to side.

Sid had been talking to me, suddenly I was aware of his face, he had leaned forward and was now looking down the front of my blouse that was gaping open a little at the neck slightly. Unlike the boys at school, Sid wasn't trying to hide the fact that he was looking, he was being quite open about what he was doing, I spotted my mum and dad walking back into the room just as Sid whispered, "Is white the only colour you own?" I don't know if it was Sid's question or my parents walking into the room but I sat bolt upright, trapping Sid's hand between my back and the back of the seat.

In the second half of the quiz I actually managed to answer eight of the questions on the Popular Music question sheet but I was sure that Sid could have probably answered those questions himself. At the end of the quiz, my father came over to shake Sid's hand, Sid came first and my parents were second. Sid handed me twenty-five pounds, half of his winnings, I tried to refuse him as I hadn't paid for my place in the quiz and I had only answered eight questions out of the four hundred set in the quiz.

I squatted down to put my money into my handbag which was on the floor, there was a sudden silence around me, I looked up to see that Sid had moved slightly so that he could look up my skirt, I looked nervously over towards my father, I expected him to look disappointed or angry or something but his eyes were fixed, like a half a dozen other men's eyes, at the gap between my knees. Sid said, "Use that money to put a little colour in your life."

As we left the pub, my mum and dad had their arms around each other as they stepped over the wall into the park, my dad caught hold of me to as soon as we were all in the park and as we walked across the park my dad had his arm over my shoulder and his other arm across my mother's back with his hand on her bottom.

I didn't sleep all night, it wasn't the quiz or Sid that was keeping me awake but what happened in the toilet. I was trying to work out why I had wanked a total stranger off in the toilet. Then, around dawn, I came to a realisation; my experience of boys seemed to run in a thirty day cycle, on day one, a boy would tell you that his mate fancied you, then over the next few days you got to know each other. At around two weeks you go out together to the pictures and that is usually the start of the kissing and cuddling, usually as soon as the lights go down. The third week saw the beginning of the 'Wrestling' phase, so at around twenty-eight days, he has his hand in your knickers and two days later you have your hand down his underpants. He gets you off and you do the same for him, the next day he wants to put his dick in you and that would be the first time I would say no! It would also be the last time we would speak to each other.

No one ever knew how it happened but the day after the boy tried to have sex with me and I had turned him down, the next boy was telling his friend to come over to me and tell me that the next boy fancied me and the cycle started all over again. From conversations with my friends, it seemed that once a boy put his cock in you he wanted ever more from you and no matter what you did for a boy, the first time he went beyond the point that you wanted him to go and refused him, he would just dump you and head off to his next conquest.

Another thing that seemed to happen was, once a boy had sex with his first girl, he wouldn't wait four weeks to get his next sexual fix, the courtship ritual would be cut to three weeks before he tried for sex, and if he got to fuck the girl in three weeks, the next time, he would want sex in just two weeks. The football captain had made so many conquests that he expected sex on his first date with every girl.

As I tossed and turned all night, it began to seem to me to be somehow more honest for a man to just stick his cock through a toilet door and get a wank than to keep going through all the rigmarole of the courtship dance. It also dawned on me that he had no idea that I was a girl, he would have expected a man or a boy to be sitting behind that door, unless that is, it was Sid who had pushed his cock through the door for me to wank him off.

I got up more than an hour before my alarm clock went off, I showered and ate my breakfast before my father got up. I was just leaving the house as my dad walked down the stairs he made a comment that I was leaving early for school, I fended him off with some excuse that I needed to do some work before class but I needed a book from my locker to be able to complete my assignment.

I crossed the park in an early summer mist, the bus from our village that passed my school picked up from outside the village pub. As I got level with the pathway to the pub, I couldn't help looking over, I stopped in my tracks and almost relived the previous evening, masturbating the man off, him shooting all over my head without any warning. The second half of the quiz popped into my mind too, Sid openly looking down the front of my blouse, Sid rubbing his hand over my bare lower back, feeling my bra strap and then the embarrassment of crouching down to my handbag and flashing my knickers to a half dozen men, including my own father.

I really wasn't thinking about what I was doing, I was just running through what had happened the night before, but I found myself standing at the door to the ladies toilet and trying to open the door with no success, I was just a few feet from the doorway into the men's toilet, I could see why the door was open, the keeper for the lock in the doorframe had been broken away, so even if the door had been locked, all it would take to open it was just a very sharp push.

I looked all around, I was the only person in sight on the park, I always carried two or three tennis balls in my school bag, just in case it is sunny enough at lunch time to have a quick game of tennis at school. I took a ball from my bag and threw it at the open door into the gents toilet, I shouted in for my ball to be thrown back but there was no answer, I took one more look all around the park before slipping into the men's toilet and fetching my ball back.

I ended up in the stall with the huge hole in the door, it looked totally different in the daylight, the back of the door was painted white with a good covering of black marker pen inscriptions all over it. There were short stories recounting sexual experiences that had happened in that toilet, there were telephone numbers to ring to arrange sex and there were crude drawings of men having sex, having their cocks sucked and a few other acts.

I sat on the toilet seat; I even pulled my panties down as if I really needed to take a piss, even though I didn't need one. By the time I had read all of the stories on the back of the door and looked at all of the pictures, I was about to stand up to leave but I heard footsteps in the outer toilet area. I bent my head down and looked through the hole in the door; a man was standing at the porcelain wall, he kept looking over his shoulder at the door, then he started to twist his body slightly so that I could see his cock was in his hand before turning back to the wall.

Eventually he stood sideways on to the door; he was rubbing his cock in his hand while looking down towards the hole in the door. I remembered from the night before that as I was feeling around the hole to see how big it was, had that 'encouraged' the cock to slide through the hole. I started to rub my fingers around the inner edge of the hole, as soon as I did that, the man stepped up to the door and he fed his cock through the hole to me.

In the past year I had seen about twelve boy's cocks and they had all been pretty much the same size and thickness, I hadn't exactly seen the man's cock from the night before but because I couldn't actually close my hand around it, it had to be around seven inches in circumference or more. The cock that was now just two inches from my face wasn't quite as thick but it was easily as long. I began to masturbate him, he began to talk to me through the door, he told me to suck his cock.

I had been very happy to wank the stranger off but I wasn't too sure about sucking it. The boys at school always tried to get their cock in your cunt before they asked you to suck it for them and I had never said yes to letting one fuck me so far, so blow-jobs hadn't really crossed my mind. The man was getting quite insistent; he wanted me to suck his cock for him. I looked at my wristwatch, it was testament to how little thought I had put into what I was doing that I had dressed for school in a dress instead of trousers and a hooded jumper so that I could hide the fact that I was a girl when it came time for me to leave the toilet.

Looking at my watch told me that other kids on their way to the bus for school could be out on the park by now. I really needed to get out of the toilet as quickly as possible and it didn't take a great leap of imagination to tell me that the man standing at the toilet door demanding that I suck his cock wouldn't be leaving any time soon unless I got him off.

My face was less than two inches away from his cockhead, I could see that I was just going to have to give in and, as they say, 'Suck it up' to be able to get out of there in time to get to school, even though I risked getting caught leaving the men's toilet. I gave the guy's cock a close inspection and picked off a little lint from beneath his glans before opening my mouth and leaning forward.

It was quite a stretch to get my mouth open wide enough to take the head of the guy's cock into my mouth without scraping it with my teeth and as I was still rubbing his cock hard with my right hand, trying to get him off as quickly as I could, it should have come as no surprise to me that as soon as my lips closed under the frill around his helmet and I began to apply suction pressure as well as rubbing my tongue over his glans, he fired off into my mouth, but it did.

I wanted to pull my head away from his cock and let his spunk fall from my mouth but as I looked down all I could see was my dress covering my knees and my school bag below that, if I had let his spunk fall it would make a hell of a mess. I had to swallow but the slime in my mouth was the most pungent, the saltiest and most disgusting substance I had ever had in my mouth and suddenly there was another jet of spunk shooting from the end of his cock so I had to swallow as quickly as I could and as his semen slipped down my throat, the image I had in my mind was one of swallowing an uncooked egg directly from its shell and an egg that was none too fresh to judging by the taste in my mouth.

The third jet seemed to be far greater volume than the first two and the forth jet was equally voluminous to the third, there was a fifth, sixth and seventh jet of spunk but each one was less copious than the one before. By the time I had finished swallowing so much spunk it didn't seem quite as bad as it had when that first jet hit the back of my throat. There was an added advantage to swallowing rather than allowing the spunk to shoot all over my face as it had the night before, there was no mess to clean up after the guy was finished.

He left the toilet very quickly, as soon as he had cleared the outside door, I wiped between my legs even though I hadn't peed and if I am honest, I needed to wipe between my legs even though I hadn't peed because I was dripping wet from my excitement. I pulled up my knickers and shuffled out of the door with my school bag as quickly as I could. At the door to the park, I stopped for a moment and took a look into the outside world, fortunately the three boys who were heading for the bus stop had just passed the path to the toilet, so they didn't see me looking out or see me slipping through the men's toilet door either.

I also looked all around to see if I could spot the man who had been in the toilet fucking my mouth just moments earlier but he was nowhere in sight. I followed the three boys out to the road in front of the pub where three other boys were already waiting for the bus. The six boys began messing about, they were play fighting and pushing each other around and several of the boys were pushed so hard that they bumped into me. It wasn't unusual for the boys at the bus stop to mess around in that way, they often used the collisions with girls as an excuse to cop a feel of the girl and as I hadn't objected to the first two boys crashing into me, the third one grabbed a good handful of my right breast.

The boys were much too young for me to have been interested in as potential boyfriends but, then the two men in the park toilets would usually have been classed as far too old for my interest in the past but things could change overnight. The bus arrived and the six boys rushed to the back seat, the boy that had grabbed a handful of my breast was bragging about what he had felt through my clothes, he told the other five that I didn't have a bra on and that all that had separated his hand from my breast was my thin dress. About half way to school, the boy who had felt me up, spurred on by his mates, came and sat next to me and started to make small talk with me.

As a rule, if a boy of his age had come and sat next to me I would have ignored him, and if he had spoken to me I would have given him a mouthful of abuse, leaving him in no doubt that he should return to his mates in double quick time. I wasn't really listening to him, I had other things on my mind, a lost night's sleep and a belly full of spunk were playing on my mind, in the end I just started to do what they call 'Cocktail Chat' with the younger boy.

He asked me if I wanted to go to the youth-club disco with him on Friday evening, it made me laugh and after I did I regretted it, the jerking of my body as I laughed stirred my stomach up a little, as I turned him down, I patted his knee and as I did that, he slid forward in his seat so that my hand was now patting a very small erection through his school uniform trousers. Fortunately we had arrived at school and as the six boys ran for the gates of the lower school, I walked as gingerly as I could to the upper school.

As the boys ran away from me I could hear them all congratulating the lucky boy on getting his boner felt up by a sixth-from girl. I went straight for the toilet as soon as I was in school and threw up into the toilet pan to try and ease the bubbling feeling in my stomach. I couldn't concentrate at all for the rest of the day at school and I may as well have not bothered going in for all the good the lessons were doing me.

At the end of the day, I walked to the bus stop and six boys from the lower school buzzed around me as they began fooling around once again. When the bus arrived, the boys waited until I got on the bus which was unusual, they would usually fight for the best seats on the bus. The boy who had asked me to the disco on Friday got on the bus after me and his five mates held back a little, he got as close behind me as he could and when I was about to sit half way along the bus, he pushed me past the seat of my choice and on towards the back of the bus, he pushed me into the corner seat on the back row, the seat that had the most legroom as the emergency exit was in front of that seat. It was also the seat that the driver had the worst view of as it was directly behind his own seat.

The boy sat in the seat next to the one he guided me into, as his friends slowly followed on behind us; he introduced himself as Gary and asked me what my name was. His five friends stopped short of the back row of seats, for the first time in many years the five boys sat in the last but one row, four boys sitting on the seats either side of the aisle and the fifth boy sitting sideways on the seat with his knees blocking the aisle between the two rows of seats.

It did cross my mind that the boys had probably been planning this trip all day, Gary was taking the lead role and the other five boys were all running blocker for him. I looked at the boy sitting sideways on to the seat, he was trying to make it look as if he was looking straight ahead but he couldn't stop himself looking over at us in the back row every few seconds.

Gary put his hand on my knee and began to whisper in my ear, "I loved feeling your tits this morning and I loved it when you touched my cock!" His hand started to move up my leg, his fingers easing their way up and under the hem of my dress. His friend noticed his fingers disappearing under the material of my dress and he nudged the boy sitting next to him, causing him to look over his shoulder at me and at my legs which Gary was now uncovering a little at a time as his hand slipped higher up my thigh.

Gary kissed me on my cheek in between whispering his dirty thoughts into my ear and then he kissed me on the lips as his fingertips reached out for the leg hole in my knickers. I closed my eyes as Gary kissed me, I did open them in time to see that his five friends had all turned to face us, the two in the seats directly in front had turned to kneel on their seats and the three to the left were all now standing vying with each other for the best view of Gary and I.

I felt other hands lifting my dress so that they could see Gary's fingers easing inside the leg hole of my knickers, then my left hand was lifted and placed on the front of Gary's trousers. 'What the hell' went through my mind and I took a hold of Gary hard but small cock through his trousers. Gary managed to leave me alone long enough to open his zipper on the front of his trousers and ease his cock out of his under pants and he passed his cock into my hand before he returned to my knickers and just pulled my gusset to one side so that he could get easier access to my cunt and his friends could see my gash and his fingers as they slipped up into me and he did it all without his lips ever leaving mine.

Every so often I opened my eyes to check out where we were, I decided that I had just about enough time to get Gary off before the bus reached the stop opposite the pub. I massaged his cock with all the skills gleaned from doing it to twelve boys of my own age, two very much older men and now all that experience was brought to bear on one boy at least two years younger than me. Gary splashed out all over his school trousers just as the bus pulled away from the stop before the one we all had to get off at, Gary had done his best to get me off too but as I was being watched by five boys, I couldn't really let myself go enough to cum.

I decided not to walk home across the park, I got the feeling that after Gary got his jollies on the bus, his five friends may well want to do more with me in the bushes around the toilet block if they could get me into the park. I took the long route home, longer and much safer. My mother handed me a package that had been hand delivered or at least it hadn't come through the post. Usually I would have unwrapped a package as soon as it was placed in my hands but as I had just walked through the door and my knickers were soaking wet from Gary's action on the bus and, even though I had been a little to wired to climax myself at the time, having one boy finger fuck me while five other's watched closely had turned me on way more than I would have ever been able to admit too.

I rushed up to my room and dropped the package on my bedside table, dropped my knickers onto the floor and lay out on my bed, it only took a few gentle rubs of my index finger over my clitoris and I was off like a rocket. When I got my breath back I opened the package, three sets of sexy and very colourful lingerie tumbled out of the brown paper parcel onto my bed, a bright blue set, balcony bra, thong panties, suspender belt and blue stockings in one pack, a bright red half cup bra, red thong, very lacy red suspender belt and red stockings in the second pack and all black set, in the last set, the bra was a full cup but it was so sheer that it was almost totally see-through as were the g-string panties, the suspender belt was the most substantial part of the black set as the stockings were so sheer that a strong wind would see them in outer space.

There was no clue as to who had sent me three sets of very expensive lingerie but it was the very first time I had owned anything so adult in my life before, well in the clothing line at any rate. I still had to tackle my physics homework before I could go to school on Friday but fortunately one of the boys who had been chasing me at school for a few months had let me look at his homework book and I had several useful references that would make my assignment far easier than it could have been.

As I had made myself a little sweaty from my pleasure seeking, I took my shower before I did my physics homework, I lay on my bed wearing just my dressing gown to dry naturally as I finished off my homework. My dad got home at six o'clock, he came up to change and have his shower, as he passed my bedroom on his way to the shower he knocked my door and opened it before I could answer him. It crossed my mind that if he had done that a little earlier he may have seen more than he bargained for. I was laying face down on top of my bed, writing in my homework book, my dressing gown was a little on the short side, it was three years old but I loved wearing it after my shower. My dad was very distracted by how far up my legs he could see, he was supposed to be telling me that dinner would be in ten minutes and he was going to ask me if I was going to watch them playing darts at the pub later.

I couldn't help looking at the front of my father's trousers, as he looked at my bottom and stammered through telling me when dinner would be ready; his cock had grown and was forming a tent in his pants. I went down to eat wearing just my dressing gown, just for devilment.

We all ate in silence. When I had finished my dinner my dad asked how my homework was going, "I've finished it, should get an okay mark too."

"Good, you can come with your mother and me to the darts match." I gathered the dishes from the table and stacked them in the dishwasher, then I headed for the door. My dad caught me up as I opened the door, he patted my bottom, I counted them, three pats and on the third, his hand rested on my bottom, there would be three circular rotations of his hand on my bottom.

This was usually my father's, not so secret, secret signal to my mother that he wanted a little 'Mummy and Daddy's special time together'. I got a flashback to the first time I saw my dad pat my mother's bum and then rub his hand there, I was about five years old, I watched my dad do that to my mum and suddenly there was a whirlwind of activity; I was bathed and ready for bed in record time, I can remember complaining that it wasn't bedtime. I complained that no one had read me a story and that it was too light to go to sleep but I was still dumped in my bed and my door closed.

Within minutes I heard slapping sounds coming from my parent's bedroom, my mother was gasping in pain and she was begging my father to stop. I jumped out of bed and rushed into my parent's room, I launched myself at my father from six feet away, "Get off of my mummy!" I screamed as I launched a barrage of punches against my father's naked torso. My mother gathered me into her arms and pinned my arms to my side.

My dad was holding his upper body off of my mothers and as my mother soothed me against her naked breast they both remained connected at the groin. Once my mother had calmed me down and convinced me that my father wasn't trying to hurt her, they were just having a little 'Mummy and Daddy's special time together'. "You run off and jump into bed darling and as soon as daddy finishes, I'll come in and read you a special story." I was never sure if my mother had lied to me but as soon as I passed through my parent's bedroom door, the slapping sounds started again. As I went through my own bedroom door my mother began gasping in pain again and as I slipped into my bed my mother began to beg my father to stop, or was she begging him not to stop, it was difficult to tell between the gasping for air but she never came into my bedroom, it took me an eternity to fall asleep and all the while there was the squeaking of bed springs and rhythmic slapping of skin against skin.

"Why don't you wear something special, give the boy's a treat?" My dad whispered in my ear, bringing me the twelve years back into the present, his hand still rubbing my bottom. I crossed the hall to the stairs, my father followed me, he stood at the foot of the stairs as I climbed them. I wondered exactly how much he could see as I climbed the stairs; it crossed my mind that perhaps I should have put a pair of panties on. Half way up, I looked over my shoulder, my father was looking up at me, his eyes fixed firmly on the area around my bottom. 'Well, if he is happy to look, why should I spoil his fun?' Ran through my mind and the thought of looking at family genitalia took me back to that day when I was five years old, if my father had jumped off of my mother when I threw myself at him, I would have seen his erect cock, very probably purple, angry and covered in my mother's bodily fluid, so it could have been a good thing that he just kept himself hidden, buried deep inside my mother's pussy.

By the time I reached the top of the stairs and turned towards my bedroom, my father was gone from the bottom of the stairs. Before I walked into my bedroom there was the sound of clapping coming from the kitchen. As I opened my wardrobe door my mother was going through the, "Oh God, oh God, yes! Yessss!" phase, 'I don't suppose my mum minds that my dad got his engine running looking at my arse if she got a little Mummy and Daddy's special time together from it, even if it is in the early evening and in the kitchen,' ran through my mind.

I opened my wardrobe; my short red dress was right at the front of the stack of clothes, my favourite little red dress. I picked up the pack of red lingerie and held it against the dress. The two reds clashed, it felt like the lingerie was just trying too hard. I spotted my blue skirt, not too short; I picked up the blue lingerie pack and held it against the skirt, just perfect, that's all, just perfect. I picked out a light blue crop-top, it shouldn't have matched the skirt but it had the word 'Fame' printed across the front in letters that exactly matched the blue of both the lingerie and the skirt. I had never worn the crop-top without a t-shirt under it before but with the confidence born out of wearing my first ever balcony bra, I tried the crop-top without a t-shirt under it.

It was definitely a day of firsts, I had worn tights many times, maybe not so sheer as the stockings were and they had never been quite so blue before but I had never worn stockings and suspender belt set before and I had never even considered wearing a thong before. I went to my shoe store, thirty pairs of shoes but nothing dressy enough for the outfit I was currently wearing.

I ended up putting white tennis shoes on, they didn't look good but they looked less bad than the other twenty-nine pairs of shoes. I was about to go for another first, I really had to go and ask my parents what they thought of the way I was dressed, the bravado leached out of my body as soon as I looked at myself wearing white tennis shoes.

I walked down stairs, I stood at the kitchen door, my dad was playing his end game, there was no way he would ever be able to sneak up on a girl and shoot off all over her face in a public toilet without her knowing he was getting there, he wasn't as vocal as my mother but he did make a hell of a racket when he finally got round to shooting off. 'Count to ten' went through my mind, as soon as the kitchen fell silent I did just that and on ten, I opened the kitchen door.

My mother was standing at the kitchen sink, hair in disarray and her panties in the middle of the kitchen floor, she was still panting heavily and her face was bright red, my father sat at the kitchen table with a Cheshire-cat grin on his face. "Is this okay for going to the darts match?"

"No!" came from my mother even though she was panting heavily.

"Oh let her go like that, she'll be eighteen in a few days time, let her catch the men's eye a little now and enjoy herself a little!"

His eyes fell to my feet, "That doesn't look right though" he looked over at my mum, "Mother, don't you have a pair of blue shoes at the back of your wardrobe with a little heel?" My mother nodded her head and took me back upstairs to her wardrobe. The blue shoes had a three inch heel; they pinched my mother's feet but fitted me perfectly and matched my stockings perfectly too. Mother brushed her hair before putting a little eye shadow on me, blue to match my clothes; she also put a little pink lipstick on my lips and a light dusting of blusher. I did notice that she hadn't bothered to find any clean knickers while we were in her bedroom and when we got back to the kitchen, her panties were still sitting there in the middle of the floor.

As we walked to the pub I was getting electric shocks from the feeling of my thighs rubbing together encased as they were in very sheer stockings, walking in heels also made my tail swish more than usual too, that caused the thong to pull into my crack. All in all, by the time I got to the pub I was on the edge of a climax.

I'd never seen darts match night in this light before, arriving on the edge of my climax the way I did and dressed the way I was, I was certainly getting a lot of attention from the younger men in the team. I was being flirted with by several of the young married men as well as the younger single men too. My dad kept watching as the men took turns at flirting with me, I even got the feeling at one point that my dad was encouraging me to walk outside with one of the young studs who was hovering around me all evening and at one point, when I went to the toilet and the guy followed me out, my dad stood in the doorway spying on us in the back yard of the pub.

I let the guy kiss me but then I headed back, passing my dad in the doorway, "What's up baby, didn't you fancy him?" I shook my head and looked around for my mother; she wasn't where she had been sitting all night. The match was half way through; they were bringing out the 'supper' faggots, peas and mashed potatoes. I went looking for my mother; I went through the bar and out into the car park beyond. I spotted my mother and my dad's best friend crossing the road from the pub to Kevin's house on the other side; I wouldn't have thought anything of that usually, Kevin was always around, up to five years ago, Kevin came on every family holiday with us and he was always around our house.

What did cause me to keep watching their progress across the road was that they had been holding hands and as they reached the opposite pavement, they switched from holding hands to wrapping an arm across each other's backs and Kevin's hand patted my mother's bottom three times before rubbing around her arse as they walked along his driveway.

Kevin opened his front door, turned on the hallway light and the stairs light, then, two minutes later, Kevin's bedroom light went on and Kevin appeared at the bedroom window and he started to close the curtains. Before he finished closing the curtains, my mother appeared at his side, she had already slipped her dress off and stood there, totally naked kissing Kevin as the curtains closed.

I felt an arm over my shoulder; my father pulled me back into the pub. I was in a dilemma, should I tell my father what I had just seen but he stopped me, "It's okay, Kevin and I have been sharing your mother since well before you were born. When we first started working, we both worked in the same factory, then we met your mother at the same party and both wanted to go out with her and she actually wanted to go out with both of us. We even lived together in the same house for a few years before you came along. Kevin worked the 'A' shift and I worked the 'C' shift, we both worked four ten hour days with two days off. Kevin would have two days off while I worked, then we'd both work the next day, then I'd have two days off while Kevin worked. It worked really well until you came along, it even worked well until you were about three and started to ask awkward questions."

I was struggling to understand what my father was telling me, out of the blue, Sid brought me a Rum and Coke and my dad a pint of bitter, "You'd better get some food before it's all gone, the team from the Red Lion are a greedy bunch of buggers!" My dad thanked Sid but told him that we were a little busy. Sid had also brought my mother a Port and Lemon and a pint of Mild for Kevin as well, there was a look of recognition on his face, me and my father huddled in a private conversation while Kevin and my mother were missing altogether. "Okay mate, I'll fetch you two something, you just carry on."

Sid wandered off, leaving all the drinks on the tray in the middle of our table. "We all still went on holiday together until you were about ten, and at least twice a week your mother spends the night with Kevin but she always gets home before you wake up." I finally managed to get my voice to work, "And, don't you mind your wife sleeping with your best friend?" My dad had to turn away slightly to try and hide the smile on his face. "We never married, your mother and I, never really felt we could."

"But you had me together, didn't that make any difference?"

"Darling, you know that I love you more than anything in the world but we have no idea if I am your biological father or if Kevin is. When you started asking difficult questions, Kevin and I tossed a coin, Kevin lost and he moved back to his mother's house."

Sid brought two plates of food over to us, collected his own drink off of the tray and left us again. I got a crazy idea in my head, I wanted to take my mum her drink, don't ask me why but I picked up her glass and started for the door, my dad called me back, "If you're taking your mother her drink, you may as well take Kevin his pint as well."

I crossed the road with two drinks, the front door was unlocked, I had noticed that Kevin hadn't used a key when he took my mother over earlier but then, lots of the people in the village didn't bother locking their doors. We only locked our doors if we were going away for a week or more. I let myself in and walked up the stairs, I listened at the door, there wasn't a sound so I assumed that they had either finished already or hadn't started yet, either way, I just turned the door handle and walked into the room.

Kevin was actually on top of my mother, fucking her for all he was worth, I had walked in just at the moment he was climaxing, but he was doing it in total silence. As soon as he saw me, he leaped off of my mother, his cock was still spewing spunk as he jumped off, spraying it all over my mother's belly. As soon as I saw his cock I recognised it, I had never seen it before, not in the light at any rate but I had felt it on Wednesday evening while I was sitting on the toilet over on the park. Kevin's cock was such an unusual shape that there was no confusing it with any other man in the area.

I don't know why I was shocked at what I saw as I entered Kevin's bedroom, I had been left in no doubt that they would have been engaged in sex of some kind, I had, after all seen my mother totally naked before Kevin finished closing his bedroom curtains but I couldn't speak for a few moments.

Kevin slid off the bed; he had just fired off a pint of spunk all over my mother's belly but there didn't seem to be any slackening off of his cock, he was still rampant and as he walked towards me, his cock swung from side to side with each step, dropping a string of spunk at the end of each swing. It actually looked like he was still shooting off, I stammered out a, "Sid brought you guys a drink but dad didn't know if either of you would be coming back over to the pub tonight."

Kevin wrapped me in his arms, pulling me into his naked body. "Your dad was going to leave telling you about us all until after your eighteenth birthday but your mother felt that you were ready to know the truth now." Kevin led me over to his bed and sat me at my mother's side, "I hope you don't mind but I'm not quite finished yet." Kevin said as he climbed back onto the bed and slipped back between my mother's legs.

As soon as Kevin's cock slipped into my mother's cunt she began to verbalise even though she had been totally silent before I got in the room. "She always gets more turned on if you or your dad is in the house when she's being fucked." I just sat there like a lemon as Kevin fucked my mother for another thirty minutes without stopping, even though I was sure that at least three times he had climaxed, not from any outward clue, just from the jets of liquid that spat out of my mother's cunt around his cock from time to time.

I just sat there, watching my mother and the man I called Uncle Kevin fucking and at one point, when my mother was at the height of yet another orgasm, she reached out and took a hold of my hand, squeezing it tightly as she was tipped over yet another climactic precipice.

Kevin suddenly stopped fucking my mother, pulled his cock out of her cunt, "You'd better get washed up, almost ten-thirty, the match will be finishing in thirty minutes." My mother slipped off the bed and as she stood up, there was a cascade of spunk falling from her cunt, all over the floor as she ran for the bathroom.

Kevin took a large gulp from the pint glass that I had carried over to him; did you tell your father about sucking me off on Wednesday evening?" I had to swallow hard before I could answer him, "I didn't even know it was you until I walked into the room and saw your.......thing!"

"Well, I knew it was you, I thought that old rascal Sid was going to be the first man to get his hands into your knickers." Kevin pulled me onto my back on his bed and began to move so that his cock lined up with my mouth, then he thrust his hips forward against my lips. I pushed his cock away from my face, "My dad, Frank, said that you two have no idea who is my real, biological father is and you're trying to push your.....thing into my mouth again?"

"My family has never been too bothered about incest; I really wanted to look at your little body as you sucked my cock on Wednesday evening." He pushed his cock against my lips again and pulled my crop top up so that he could look at my breasts, the bra hid very little of my thirty-four inch, 'B' cup breasts and even less when he pulled the bottom strap up under my chin.

I, for my part took his cock into my mouth and began to suck him and rub my hand along the length of his cock, slippery with his own semen as well as my mother's lubricating juice. As I got into my swing on his cock, he lifted my skirt and whistled at the sight of my skimpy drawers and stocking covered legs, he whispered, "Worth every penny of the fifty quid. That set cost!"

My mother walked in wrapped in a bath-sheet while I was sucking Kevin's cock, she lay out on the bed next to me and her right hand reached out to fondle Kevin's balls and her left hand reached between my legs, "He forgets that the woman needs a little pleasure while she's sucking his cock." My mother pulled my panties to one side and began to rub between my legs. I let Kevin's cock slip from my mouth, "Mum, what are you doing, you're my mother for God's sake!" My mother blinked her eyes at me in a look of feigned innocence, "Well, Kevin's my half-brother and I've been having sex with him for forty years!"

I had returned to sucking Kevin's cock and then pulled it from my mouth again, "You can't have, you're only forty-one!" My mother just smiled at me and pushed my head back into Kevin's cock. Kevin filled my mouth with his cream as my mother gave me a petite-climax with her fingers against the outside of my vagina and an occasional flick across my clitoris.

We left Kevin in bed, he was a bit of a spent force, my mother only had her dress on, I realised that she hadn't had a chance to put her panties on after fucking my, erm, father earlier at home but I didn't realise that she had no bra or slip on under her dress either. We walked over to the pub arm in arm, my mother drinking her Port and Lemon and me carrying Kevin's empty glass.

"Pam Carter tells me her daughter Jayne and some of the other girls at your school are going to Blackpool for the week after the last exam next week, how come you're not going?"

"Well, I wasn't invited and I didn't ask because I was sure that you'd never let me go off on a girls holiday for a week."

"Well, now that everything is out in the open, I think it would be good for you to get away for the week with your friends from school. We're all going on a golfing week in Scotland that week, I'll give you what it was going to cost us for two single rooms, it was always such a waste getting Kevin a room just to keep his clothes in, as he spent every night on holiday in bed with me and your father anyway."

As we walked in the bar at the pub, Sid was collecting glasses, "You two ladies look radiant, what have you both been up too?" Mother and I both managed to laugh off Sid's comment. My dad was glad to see us both walk through the games room door together arm in arm, he had just finished his last game and he had come second overall. Kevin had been knocked out before the interval, not because he was a bad player but, I guess, he wanted the extra time alone with my mother.

My dad took me to one side, "Are we all okay darling?" I nodded my head, "It was a little strange walking in on them like that though." My dad laughed. "Kevin's really strange when he gets down to business but he can keep going all night and your mother loves that."

We walked home across the park, my dad had one arm around my mother's and my back, as we walked along, he had a hand on each of our arses, rubbing us both as we walked along. We walked through the front door, like Kevin's house, our door wasn't locked. As it was so late we all went up to bed, my dad stopped me going into my own bedroom, he whispered, "Are you still a virgin?" I nodded my head, "Pity, I was hoping that you would have found someone to break you in by now. Didn't Kevin do you earlier on tonight?" I shook my head, then I pointed to my lips and popped my index finger in my mouth.

My dad just stood there looking at me, "Well, that's a good start at least; you can come in with your mother and me tonight if you like!" I had no Idea what to do, I had already listened to my mum and dad fucking, then watched as my mother and the man who could be my father actually fucking, then sucked his cock and had my own mother masturbate me, what other form of depravity could I get involved in before I had to go into school to do my Maths exam in the morning and my English literature exam in the afternoon. So I made my excuses and turned down my father's offer to share his and my mother's bed with them for the night.

I fell asleep to the sound of my mother and father having a huge 'Mummy and Daddy's special time together' session. I woke up at three o'clock to go to the bathroom and they were still doing it and when I woke for school, they were still going strong. I really felt the need to 'scratch' an itch in between my legs, my mum had given me a little orgasm about eight hours earlier but that was just very superficial, just external massage, no penetration and then, having them bouncing each other's bones all night while I was trying to sleep. But I didn't want to do it in my bedroom with my parents in the next room, even if they were making enough noise to wake the dead so I went down stairs.

I didn't go onto the kitchen first, I went through to the living room, in my mind I was going to get 'IT' out of the way while my mother and father were gainfully engaged in their own pleasure and in the living room I would be about as far away as possible, I was just about to get down to business, I didn't have a bra or panties on under my nighty as it had been so hot in the night, I sat on the sofa and lifted the front of my nighty and opened my legs. Just as my fingertips were easing in between my labia, the door from the kitchen opened.

I broke some kind of record covering my lower body just as my dad walked in, I looked a little confused. I looked up at the ceiling, "Kevin wasn't quite done when your mother left him last night, so he popped over at a quarter to three this morning, good thing too, I was starting to flag a little and your mother was definitely into her best game last night."

"You mean he just came over out of the blue like that?" My dad laughed, "He spends a little of almost every night on top of your mother, she's usually a lot quieter than she is at the moment but ever since I told her that it was time that you learned all the facts of life, she's become far more vocal during sex."

My dad looked at me sitting in just my nighty and he worked backwards to when he first opened the door into the living room, suddenly his cock grew in his boxer shorts, "I'm sorry darling, were you about to do something, I'll leave you alone, let you have a little privacy to do what you need to do!"

"It's okay, I can't do anything now, you may as well stay."

"You want me to do anything for your breakfast, I just have to nip these coffees up to Kevin and your mum and I'll be right back!"

"It's okay, I'm just having toast and a glass of milk, you can stay upstairs with Kevin and mum if you like!"

I did my toast and milk and had eaten the toast and drank the milk before my dad came back down. He had taken his shower and put on fresh boxer shorts but nothing else. He came and stood at my side, "You said last night that you were still a virgin but that you had given oral sex!" I turned in my seat and gave him a strange look, 'Is he mad because I've given my mother's boyfriend oral sex, he seemed perfectly okay with that situation last night,' went through my mind.

"It's just that, well, if it isn't too big a deal. I was wondering if you would, well, you know, I have to go to work in thirty minutes and Kevin will be at her for another forty or fifty minutes at least."

"You want me to do that for you?"

"Well, it isn't really a big deal is it?" I shook my head and pulled the front of my dad's boxers down. I got him off in my mouth in ten minutes flat but I think that was more to do with his short window of opportunity than my skill at oral sex. He did give me a few tips and pointers on things he liked a woman to do to him while she was sucking on his dick.

"You want me to help you get off before I go to work?" I shook my head, "No, that's okay, I'd better go and get the early bus to school, do a spot of last minute maths revision." I left my dad basking in the afterglow of a blow-hob from me after an all-night sex session with his wife and her boyfriend.

I dressed in my usual school uniform even though I was the last student in the final year at school who still wore one, I didn't have my school bag though, I had two exams during the day, all I needed was a pen, pencil, ruler and maths set, all of which were sitting in my school locker.

I looked towards Church Street, Paul Maitland, one of the boys who had watched me masturbate Gary the day before was standing on the corner. He waved to me, I paused at my gate and two of his mates joined him on the corner. I looked in the other direction; just past the back gates to the park I could see Gary and the boy who had lifted my skirt so the others could see my panties.

'Looks like I'm walking across the park to the bus stop this morning and I probably won't get my revision time before the exam' passed through my mind. As I set off towards the park gates I had a supplementary thought, 'If something is going to happen, I might as well be part of it rather than just the victim of it.'

At the gate Gary put his arm across my back and started a little small talk with me, "My dad saw you in the pub last night; he said that you turned him down when he wanted to fuck you." I could remember turning several men down but none of them had asked me to have sex with them. As we walked across the park Gary said, "He told me that you were wearing a blue thong last night, are you still wearing those today?" 'Boys really are disgusting' flashed through my mind' but that thought was short lived as Gary was lifting my school skirt to see what knickers I was wearing.

I slapped his hand away, walking towards us were a man and a woman out walking their dogs, "You can't do that out here, that guy is one of my neighbours."

"Well then, let's go over to the bushes around the toilet block." Gary and his mates were all guiding me directly for that area anyway, so that comment came as no surprise. At the start of the bushes I stopped and dug my heels in, "I'm still a virgin and I'm not going to let any of you guys fuck me but, so long as you don't run away if a man comes in to the toilet, I'll go in there with you and do whatever else you all want me to do."

The boys all looked from one to another, there were whispers of. "We can do her if we want; she isn't strong enough to stop us!" But fortunately for me, Paul Maitland was the voice of reason, "Don't be such prats, you force her today and we'll all end up in trouble and you'll never get anything ever again, keep her sweet and we'll all get to fuck her eventually."

I led the boys into the men's toilet and once they were all inside I asked them what they wanted me to do, the answer was unanimous, "Strip off totally!" I started to unbutton my blouse and took that off, two of the boys had smart phones and began to take photographs of me as I undressed, I should really have worried about that but I thought, 'Just four more days at school after today, so what the hell am I worried about the boys flashing my pictures around their mates for.'

I stripped off totally for the boys, they all gathered around me to touch and fondle my body, Gary got me off with his fingers in my cunt and as soon as the others saw me climax, they all wanted to learn how to do that too, then they all got bored with that game and I was made to sit on the toilet seat and I sucked and wanked all six boys off.

Suddenly I was alone and naked in the toilet, someone had mentioned that the last bus they could catch and still get to school would be there any minute so they all ran for it. I searched high and low but all I could find of my clothes was my skirt and my blouse. I caught the bus after the boys but it didn't really matter, I was still in school in plenty of time for the start of my exam.

After the exam and over lunch I spotted Jayne Carter, I asked her about the trip to Blackpool after the following Friday's final exam, "Oh that, yes, everyone is welcome, erm, a deposit has been paid on four family rooms, just turn up at, erm, Northampton Railway Station in time for the three o'clock train direct to Blackpool, once we get to Blackpool we'll know how many girls there will be and the exact amount each girl will have to pay for a bed in one of the rooms."

The following Friday would be a very important day for me, it would be my final exam, my last day of school, my eighteenth birthday and the start of my first ever holiday away from my parents. I managed to avoid the boys for the rest of my school life, mainly because of the exams, I could arrive at school late and leave school early.

My birthday party was on Thursday evening, mainly because I would be leaving on my own holiday the following afternoon and I still had one final exam, my Geography exam on the morning of my birthday. My mother gave me a present of a new dress, a red silk wrap over dress, very low cut down the front and because it was a wrap over, the front could open to my waist as I walked along. The red of the silk was an exact match for my red lingerie set that I now knew Kevin had brought for me.

My dad had booked a table for four at one of the best restaurants in town, the fourth person was Uncle Kevin, I shouldn't have been surprised, Kevin had been to all eighteen of my birthday parties, he had been with us on every family holiday and he had spent far more nights in my house than I'd ever really known. My dad and Kevin were both flirting with me all night at the restaurant, I thought my mother would be a little pissed off at being left alone all night but all I saw on her face were smiles all evening.

As we were finishing desert Kevin dropped a very casual, "Well, Victoria, are you still a virgin?" I almost choked on my Crème Brulee "Yes, of course I am!"

"There's no 'Of Course' about it, a lot can happen in a week." Kevin took his phone from his pocket and switched it to pictures, he flicked through a few, then he said, "I like this picture best!" He turned his phone so that my parents and I could see the screen; me with Gary's cock in my mouth while sitting naked in the men's toilet stall. "Gary sent me this but I think Stewart King actually took the picture."

"Why would Gary send that to you?"

"We became very friendly ever since his mother told him that I was his dad two years ago." My dad took the phone, he flicked through the pictures, "This is a good one too." The picture was of me standing up with five boys exploring my body and Gary's fingers were giving me a wonderful orgasm. Kevin looked at the picture, "Yes, Paul Maitland sent me that one directly."

I knew that my face was as red as my wrap over dress as my dad went off to pay for the meal and Kevin went to fetch my mother's coat. My mother leaned over to me and patted my arm, "Spend the night with us, it would mean a lot to your father and Kevin and if you really are still a virgin, they won't want to fuck you, both have agreed not to ask you until after you have lost your cherry to the boy, or the man of your choice."

We got home just before midnight, my dad and Kevin made themselves a drink while my mother took me up to her bedroom, "If you take your knickers off at any time during the night it will be seen as the go ahead for your dad and Keith to fuck you, so if you're sure that you want to keep your virginity a little longer, just keep your panties on."

Mother undressed me, when I was standing in just my knickers my mum hooked her fingers into the waistband, "Well it's a minute past midnight, it's your birthday, you want to lose your virginity tonight or keep it a little longer?" I didn't say anything; I just stopped my mother pulling my knickers down.

My mother stripped herself naked, then she stood in front of me, her legs wide open, "Why don't you get me ready for the men?" She said as she pulled my hand down between her legs. "What do you want me to do?"

"Just do to me what you would do to yourself if you were on your own!"

I managed to rub my mother's clitoris with my palm as I pushed my fingers deep into her cunt, when I found the 'g-spot' high on the roof of her vagina she began to gush lubricating juice all over my palm as she dissolved into a string of powerful climaxes and as her juice began to drip onto the floor, Kevin and my father walked in the room, both totally naked and both with flagpoles standing out in front of them.

Kevin and my father both looked very disappointed that I still had my panties on, even if they didn't hide much of my body as they were thong style and micro small. The four of us slipped into my parent's super king-sized bed and while my mother and I kissed, she took Kevin in her cunt and my dad's cock up her arsehole.

I watched Kevin and my mother fucking for two hours while I wanked my dad off and sucked his cock until he filled my mouth and then I excused myself so that I could get some sleep before my exam at school later in the day.

The invigilator had to wake me up during the exam; my snoring was disturbing the rest of the students. At eleven thirty I had answered as many questions as I was ever likely to answer, I read through, 'if you get a 'C' from this bunch of crap, you'll be lucky!' went through my mind as I handed my question paper and answer sheet over to the teacher invigilating the exam and left school for the last time.

I caught the eleven forty-five bus out of town and the bus had a clear run all the way to my village, not one single passenger got on after me and I was the first to get on, so I had the world's largest limo rushing me home, well, to the stop outside Kevin's home at any rate. I didn't have a huge amount of time but I did look longingly at the toilet block, hidden away in the bushes. I was being drawn to the building, 'Just five minutes, if no one comes in, I'll head off home,' went through my head as I walked purposefully across the park.

I did my tennis ball trick again and threw it at the open door at the angle necessary for my ball to bounce all the way into the toilet. I really didn't expect to find anyone in the toilet so I didn't shout in to ask for my ball back, I just ran in as quickly as I could before anyone in the park saw that I hadn't gone into the ladies side of the toilet block.

I skidded to a halt before I got in as far as my tennis ball. The stall doorway was open as I expected it to be but the stall wasn't empty as I had also expected. A man was standing in the doorway, his back to the main room; his trousers were round his ankles and he was thrusting his hips in and out of the room rhythmically. I thought he was fucking another man's mouth, as six boys had done to me the week before. I took another step into the main toilet and looked around the door frame, expecting to see a man sitting on the toilet, his willing mouth engulfing the other man's cock.

I was wrong, very wrong, the second man wasn't sitting with his trousers pushed down to his knees, he was totally naked and was standing with his back to the first man, bent over holding on to the toilet seat. I had seen my mother taking my dad's cock up her arse just twelve hours earlier and while I didn't find it disgusting as an act, I had made my father wash his cock when he wanted me to touch or suck it.

I decided to forget my tennis ball and back out of the room before I was spotted by the two men, both of whom I actually knew, the man taking it up his arse was one of my neighbours and the man giving it to him was the landlord from the pub.

When I got home even out on the street I knew my mother was still getting fucked, I could hear her out in the street. I went straight up to my parent's bedroom, as I walked in, Kevin was just pulling his cock out of my mother's cunt and my dad was just riding in on a wave of Kevin's spunk. Kevin was moving along my mother's body, he was actually still shooting his spunk which was flooding all over my mother's belly and then, as my father got into position between mum's legs, Kevin's spunk was running all over my dad's back.

Kevin was going to fuck my mother's mouth until he saw me and he changed his mind, I was pulled down onto the bed and as Kevin turned to get into position over me, his jets of semen were falling all over my school uniform. I took Kevin's cock in my mouth and from the first suck, I was drinking his spunk, he just seemed to be shooting little jets of semen out every few seconds while he was on his way to yet another climax and another torrent of spunk flooding down my throat. As I sucked Kevin's cock, he reached down, pulled my virginal white school knickers to one side and began to give me an orgasm with his fingers.

I had to shower quickly and throw my clothes into my case, I had started out with a ton of time but it all seemed to evaporate away under Kevin's cock and fingers. My case was so heavy because I had thrown just about everything I owned into it, I was lucky that the case had wheels as I dragged it behind me across the park. My neighbour was still hanging around the men's toilet, getting his bum-hole reamed out by the landlord of the pub's cock obviously wasn't enough for him. 'I wonder what his cock would taste like' went through my mind.

I was really tempted to go and ask him if he wanted a little help from me but I needed to catch the next bus into town. As I stood at the bus stop I watched another man walk over to my neighbour as he sat outside the men's toilet, they spoke for a while, then they shook hands and then they both wandered into the men's toilet. I was really torn, part of me wanted to run over to the toilet block and watch the two men playing together but I also knew that time was a little tight for me to get to the train.

I caught the bus into town and then transferred to the bus into Northampton. I sat drumming my fingers on top of my case; I had pushed it in front of the seat by the window for the longer journey into Northampton.

It was quite a long walk from the Greyfriars bus station to the railway station; I walked down Ladys Lane and turned left into Horsemarket and then right into Marefair. When I got to the end of Marefair and waited to cross St. Andrew's Road I felt a little disappointed that I couldn't hear the screams of excited eighteen year old girls waiting for the train to whisk them all off on our week of adventure.

There was no queue at the ticket office fortunately so I showed my student card and asked for a student ticket to Blackpool. I was a little confused when the guy asked me which way I'd like to go to Blackpool, "I thought that the three o'clock went straight through to Blackpool!" He flicked through a book, "Not unless there is a special I don't know about, to get to Blackpool from here, you can go to Derby, change for Birmingham and change again for the Blackpool train or you could go to London, then take the Blackpool train from there or take a bus over to Milton Keynes and the Blackpool train passes through there at two o'clock, four o'clock and six o'clock Monday to Friday."

I was totally confused, then it dawned on me that Jayne Cooper had deliberately told me the wrong station and the wrong time, no wonder some of the girls had their cases in the exam room with them, they were probably going on the two o'clock train from Milton Keynes.

I ran back to the city centre and found a working phone box to ring my parents. There was no answer, they could just be out or they might have already left for their own holiday and I had no idea where they could have gone, a Golfing holiday in Scotland could take them anywhere.

I was very deflated as I caught the bus home, it had taken me an age to get into Northampton, it took even longer getting home, seemed like an eternity. Sid was loading the boot of his car with beer in the pub car park when I got off the bus, he could see that I was upset, "Aren't you going to Blackpool today sometime?" I didn't answer him, I wouldn't have been able to answer without sobbing.

"I think your mum and dad may have already gone on holiday, I saw them pass in your Uncle Kevin's car about an hour ago." That struck me as a little funny, I called Kevin my uncle because he was a good friend of my mum and dad, I had about twenty honorary uncles and aunties for the same reason but I had never heard anyone else call him my uncle before. "Why did you call Kevin my uncle?"

"Well, he's your mother's brother, so that makes him your uncle.

I was a little stunned by that revelation, "My mother doesn't have any brothers!"

"Not officially but the old Squire was a right dirty old bugger, he had a stable of young lovelies living around him at the manor house. Officially they were maids or cleaners but most of them were bed-warmers rather than staff. My dad took me and my mother to Australia when he found out what his Lordship's staff were expected to do for him after hours. Hey, I could even be an uncle of yours too, my dad was sure that my mother was pure when he married her but he worked for the squire in the factory, just like your grandfather and my mother worked at the manor with your mother, I have a photograph of them both in their scullery maid's outfit."

Sid had loaded four crates of beer into his boot, I cracked a little joke, "I see you've packed for your holiday, just the bare essentials." It made Sid laugh and that made me laugh too, "Hey, let's chuck your case in my boot and I'll run you around home to see if your mum and dad have actually gone on holiday yet or not."

Sid drove me home and I ran up the drive, I turned the door handle but the door was locked. "They must have gone already; the door is never locked unless we're on holiday."

"How about your gran's house, you need a lift over there, they might just call her at some point, then she can tell them you're with her."

I slumped down onto my front door step, all the breath had left my body, "Officially my first day as an adult, my first holiday away from my parents and you're telling me I have to spend it with my gran!"

"You don't have too, I'm going to the wilds of Wales for a week, you're welcome to come with me if you like."

"How much will it cost?"

"No money darling, I might expect you to pay for the holiday in kind though!" I must have looked confused, "With your body darling, we all know that you're ripe to lose your virginity, your activities around the toilet haven't gone unnoticed and the boys who took you in there last week have been sending your photograph to everyone in the village."

I shouldn't have been too surprised that Sid had seen my pictures, after all Gary had sent the photographs of me to his father and Paul Maitland had sent Kevin them too. "Well, you game for a fun week in Wales with me and my friends?"

I sat there, I took stock, I knew that both Kevin and my dad were just waiting for me to lose my virginity so that they could have their fun with me, what I had seen of boys around my own age, an older man would be a whole lot more fun and after all, the Blackpool trip was intended to be a weeklong sex fest from what the other girls had said, so I was going to Blackpool to lose my virginity to a stranger, so why not lose it to Sid, he was one of the funniest, cleverest men I knew and being brought up in Australia, he was about the most exotic man in the village too.

"Okay, where are we going then?"

Sid didn't answer me; he just smiled and held out his hand to me to pull me back onto my feet. We headed off to Wales, Sid seemed to have everything he needed packed in the boot, a few crates of beer and now my suitcase too, I didn't see any clothes for Sid in his car. We stopped several times on the way to Wales, Sid didn't seem to bother too much about the drink-drive laws and I didn't complain though as I got two Rum and Cokes to each pint that Sid drank.

It was ten o'clock at night when we finally arrived at out final destination in Wales. Sid turned off the road and onto a track between two farm houses, the track was about a half a mile long and disappeared into a ring of trees. Across the end of the track was a high steel gate, "The code is '1966', you open the gate and then close it after I drive through."

I had to walk down the last bit of the track following Sid after I closed the gate. He parked outside of a dilapidated barn; over the door was a sign, "The Naturist Savage Club." Sid was naked before he got out of the car, "You should get undressed as quickly as possible before anyone sees you and gives you a forfeit." Sid left my case in the boot of his car but took the four crates of beer into the barn. I followed him into the barn, I was still dressed, Sid was quite impressive as he stood, in both meanings of the word, his cock was longer than my dad's but not as thick as Kevin's cock but Sid had been circumcised so his cock looked totally different to the cocks of every boy/man that I had seen to that date.

"There are headlights out on the track; you need to get undressed as quickly as you can." Sid watched me as I undressed, stripping my school uniform off as quickly as possible, Sid came over and kissed me, "Go and open the gate ready for the next car baby!"

I felt very awkward walking out in the open totally naked; the only good thing about it was that it was getting darker by the minute so I felt better being naked in the open. I opened the gate as the car arrived, I could see through the car's front window, the woman in the passenger seat was naked and the man was undressing as he pulled to a halt. He wound down his window, "Hi, thanks for doing that, hey, you're new here, what's your name and who are you with?"

"I'm Victoria, I'm here with Ozzy Sid!"

"Good old Sid, he's played a blinder this time." The man and woman gave me a lovely smile and then drove on to the barn to park at the side of Sid's car, leaving me to close the gate behind them. By the time I got back to the barn, Sid and his friend were drinking a bottle of beer; they were blowing up air mattresses, "How many people have agreed to come this week?" Sid asked his friend, then he introduced his friends to me, Paul and Brenda. "Well, I had you down as a single, three other single men and three other couples, so we need five airbeds blowing up in total."

I thought it was funny that there didn't seem to be any bed-clothes anywhere in sight, there were also no walls, at the far end of the barn there was a row of four shower heads on the wall, there was also a toilet out in the open, I hadn't really spotted the toilet until Brenda walked over to it and happily squatted on it to take a piss, "Hey, I hope one of you buggers remembered to bring toilet paper this time, you can take the whole savage thing too far you know!"

Paul popped out to the car and returned with a four pack of toilet roles, after Brenda cleaned herself up, she spotted the lights on a car at the top of the drive coming between the two farm houses. "I'll go and open up for the car, what's the code?" Paul and Sid said in unison, England four, Germany Two!"

"Oh, you mean 1966?" Okay, once again I was confused, "How did she get the code from what you just said?"

"Forgive her Paul, she's very young!" Brenda was already walking out to the gate totally naked, Paul stood with his hands on his hips, his cock pointing straight at me. "My dear girl, the famous world cup victory when England beat West Germany four goals to two in nineteen sixty-six!"

The new arrivals were a married couple, Ben and Francis with a university student, Calum, who was two years older than me and the first person I had seen during the evening so far who looked more nervous than me at being naked in the barn.

"Well, we have a quorum ladies and gentlemen, what say we start the proceedings?" Paul said with an air of authority, Sid stepped in, "Can I just say, Victoria is still a virgin, so instead of the usual game to break the ice, can I suggest that Calum, as our youngest male and Victoria as our youngest female, we should encourage them to get the week started by putting on a little show for the rest of us."

I was a little shocked at Sid's comment but Calum looked positively petrified. It seemed that everything was settled, the others were setting up the mattresses, three in a row, the five oldies were sitting on the two outer mattresses, looking at Calum and me in expectation.

Calum had been hard when he walked into the barn but now, with six of us looking at him, his cock shrank to the size of a baby's. Our audience was goading us on; they wanted to watch the deflowering of an eighteen year old virgin and they were getting a little ugly at being made to wait. After about ten minutes of just standing looking at each other and then Calum kind of launched himself at me, straight legged, kind of robot style.

We kind of crashed into each other, we were trying to embrace but we both took up the same stance, so we didn't actually hug, just collided. Calum said, "I'm sorry, I haven't done this very much myself before." Then Calum looked down between our bodies, looking down at my body and then at his own shrunken cock, he looked back into my eyes, a mixture of fear and terror, "I'm sorry about that too, I think it's because they are all watching me."

I let my hand slip from Calum's shoulder and as we kissed, I trailed my fingers over his body, down over his ribs, his hip and then I took his shrunken cock in my hand and began rubbing it. I broke our kiss and whispered, "Just put them out of your mind, just look at me, would you like me to give you a little suck?"

Just asking him if he wanted me to suck his cock made it jump into life a little and start to grow. One thing the past week had taught me was how to ignore people watching me as I sucked a cock or two, it also made perfect sense that Sid was setting me up with a much younger man with a much smaller cock to ease me open, to get me ready for his much larger cock.

I slipped as gracefully to my knees as I could, allowing my nipples to trail down Calum's chest, abdomen and beyond. By the time I took his cock in my mouth it was at half-mast and as I practiced my oral art on him, he grew to full size, he suddenly pushed my head away, "God, that was close, you almost got me off that fast." I giggled as I looked up into his eyes, "Did you like it?" He grinned and nodded his head like a stupid school boy.

As Calum dragged me over to the mattress between the audience and forced me down onto my back, I was aware of mutterings from four of the five watching us, "She's no virgin, a virgin wouldn't know how to suck a cock like that." Calum stabbed wildly all around my lower abdomen, he seemed to be hoping that luck or good fortune would guide his cock to its target but after a bruising experience, I reached down between us and guided him home with my hand. "See, she's no virgin, she's gagging for it!" I think that was a comment whispered by Paul.

I gasped in pain as Calum stabbed his cock wildly up into my vagina. Calum was thrusting at me like a wild man before he felt my tight, warm, sheath envelope his cock and then I suddenly knew what wild fucking was. Calum was hurting me so much that I was actually crying but he was totally blind to me, just his own need for relief.

When Calum had said that he hadn't done this much before, what he meant was, like me, he was a virgin too, he had been hitch-hiking from University in Leeds to his home in Llangollen in Wales. Ben and Francis had picked Calum up at the Side of the A46 and had offered him the chance of a fun break to his journey. Ben had promised Calum that if he didn't like the action, he would drive him all the way home after breakfast.

Calum hurt me so much that there was no way I was going to actually achieve a climax under his wild thrashings into my body and as he gasped through his own climax and for the first time in my life I felt the warmth of semen flooding through my inner body I grabbed him tight and hugged him into me as I kissed him, even though all he was interested in was rolling off of me, trying to get as far away as quickly as possible. I would learn over time that men often regretted their actions as soon as they'd emptied their balls but were totally unable to do anything to prevent the act needed to empty them.

When Calum finally rolled off of me, Sid proudly said, "See, I told you she was a virgin!" My lower abdomen was smeared with blood and the tops of my thighs too had a covering of dried blood. Sid helped me up off of the floor and led me by the hand to the shower area on the far wall, as we walked he whispered, "You did fantastic for your first time, I do hope that we don't make you too sore over the next week." Sid turned me to face out into the barn, he was unscrewing the head off of one of the showers, Calum was lying on his back with Francis and Brenda, I felt a little grossed out when I realised that the two women were licking my blood from Calum's body.

Sid saw the look on my face, "At least I took you out of the way, the women who come here all say that drinking from a virgin's cup is the secret of a longer life, especially if the boy was a virgin too." Sid turned the water on and I almost leaped through the roof of the barn as the water was cold as ice. Sid ignored my complaints as he hosed around my vagina and thighs before shoving the hose up into my cunt.

As Sid led me back to the group, Paul was fucking Frances and Brenda was on top of Calum bouncing up and down on his freshly revitalised cock as she sucked Ben's cock. Sid eased me down onto another airbed and got on top of me, as I watched five people fucking two feet away from me. Sid was gentle as he eased his cock into me and got all the way in with hardly a twinge of pain on my part, when he started fucking me though it was a different story, he drove me to my first ever orgasm from a cock in my cunt and as soon as I began my climax he began to hammer his cock into me hard. Even though Sid hurt me as he hammered his cock into me he managed to keep my climax alive as well.

While Sid and I were fucking another couple arrived as well as three single men so the group was set for the week's fun, five couples and four single men for a week long festival of free sex twenty-four hours a day for the whole of the seven days.

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Becoming Eighteen pt2

After spending a whole week totally naked in all weathers, being fucked whenever and wherever the fancy took anyone, man or woman, day or night, inside the barn or out in the fields and woodland around the barn it felt really strange to be dressed and sitting in Sid's car driving up the track to the farm houses.

I actually gave Sid a blow-job as he drove through Wales; he filled my mouth before the border and we stopped for a meal. We had spent a week living on snack food and alcohol so a roast dinner felt very strange as it went down. We spent less than an hour in the services and we were on our way again, just talking about everything and nothing at all. When we reached the outskirts of Birmingham, Sid looked down at his lap, "Well, well, look who's woken up again!" I looked in Sid's lap and rolled into a ball again to suck his cock as we drove through the streets of the city of Birmingham.

Sid climaxed as we were leaving the city boundary, I reclined my seat and lifted my school dress right up to my chin, I hadn't bothered to wear anything under my dress at all, I had decided that I really loved being free and naked during the last week and so wanted to keep that feeling for as long as I could. As I lay there, Sid got the car on the motorway and set his cruise control, then as he drove along at seventy miles an hour, he masturbated me and fondled my body with one hand as he steered with the other.

I was dropped off at home, the house was unlocked but no one was home, mum and dad must have both been at work. Sid needed to get some sleep before he started work that afternoon at the pub so I dumped my suitcase, the case that I had dragged half way across the country and then I hadn't even opened it all week. School was over; I wasn't planning on going to university, so I needed to look for a job. I took my first warm shower for a week, well, my first warm water shower, there had been a few other warm showers during my savage holiday but it certainly wasn't water that was used.

I dressed in the red wrap-over dress my mother had got for my pre-eighteenth birthday party before mum went away for her holiday she had washed my red lingerie set so it was ready to wear and went perfectly with my dress. I went into my mother's bedroom, used her makeup and tried to do my face the way my mother would do it for me, very light touch of sympathetic colours, using the less is more principle. I used a little of her expensive perfume too, just too top things off.

I looked at myself in the full length mirror, not exactly a professional business woman's look, more the professional woman's look but that was okay, today I was just going into town to the job centre, I needed to register that I was looking for work and see what adverts they had on the walls.

I had to have an interview, I didn't really want one, I thought I was just going to fill in a form and post it in a box in the wall. The government wouldn't give me any money, but then I didn't expect them too as I was still living at home and they would expect me to take training or further education before they would pay me to look for work. I felt a little repetitive, "would you like to train as a beautician?"

"No!"

"Would you like to train as a secretary?"

"No!"

"Would you consider training in the care industry?"

"No!"

There was only one pause, when asked if I had thought about a career in hospitality, I had paused before I said, "No!"

The guy interviewing me was about to tell me that my only other choice was to go back to school, to university or college. Then the guy stopped in his tracks, he opened his drawer and flicked through a few folders, then he picked up his phone, "Hello, Mr D'ath? Sorry, Squire D'ath, have you found your research assistant yet?" there was a long silence, my interviewer was just kind of grunting a few agreements then he said, "The reason I'm phoning is I have a young lady in with me, she's very presentable, just finished sixth form and has good exam expectations, I think she would fit in very well on your staff and, there is a bonus, she lives in your own village, so no problems with her getting to the manor each day...No, exactly, no travelling expenses...Can I send her to you right away?"

He covered the mouthpiece of the phone, "Squire D'ath is in the town hall at the moment, can you pop over to see him right away?" I didn't feel ready, I wasn't prepared mentally for an interview, I wasn't dressed for an interview but I nodded my head. "She'll be right over sir, okay, I'll tell her." The phone was cradled "Squire D'ath, and please remember to call him Squire D'ath, he just bit my head off for calling him mister, will be waiting in reception over at the Town Hall, he has a lunch appointment so he won't have very long, so hurry over."

The Town Hall was just over the road from the job centre so it didn't take me long to get into reception, I didn't need to ask for the Squire, he was the biggest land owner in our area, he was our village benefactor and also out local councillor, his face was plastered all over the county. I took a deep breath and walked over to him, I wasn't really nervous at all, spending a week totally naked with ten total strangers, having them watch you as you showered or used the toilet kind of knocked the shyness out of you.

I strode up to the seated squire and held out my hand, "Good morning Squire D'ath, I'm, Victoria, I believe you're waiting for me." Squire D'ath looked up from a document he was reading, he looked at my perfect red high-heeled shoes, up my perfect red stocking clad legs stopping momentarily at the hem of my red silk dress, then quickly on to my knee and four inches of thigh showing through the opening to the wrap-over, then on again to my flat abdomen and on, up to the rise of my breasts. A smile crossed his face when he saw the lace of my half cup red bra peeking out of the plunging neckline.

His hand had started to rise to meet mine but as his eyes reached my face he was forced to stand before taking my hand, he shook my hand firmly and as he did he leaned into me and kissed me on the cheek. "Please sit down Victoria." The seats was very low and very well padded, as I sat, my dress fell away slightly at the side, the top of my stockings were on show on my left leg, I did try to cover as much of my exposure by pulling the front of my dress over as far as it would go.

The Squire was studying my face closely, most eighteen year old girls, so exposed in a public place would have been expected to blush or look uncomfortable at the very least, I didn't, as he wasn't speaking to me I decided to start the interview myself. "I understand that you have a very tight schedule sir so what would you like to know about me?" The Squire chuckled, "I like a woman who gets straight to the point. What have you been told about the vacancy?"

"Nothing, nothing at all, I'm looking for work that will be interesting and fulfilling, my case manager thought I would be well suited to what you had in mind!"

Squire D'ath's smile broadened, "Well, just from looking at you I can tell that you would fit in with my plans very well. I really don't have a great deal of time but I would like to talk with you more, would you be willing to accompany me to my luncheon appointment?"

"That would be very nice, thank you!"

I was guided out to the car park at the rear of the town hall, very few people ever got to see that side of our majestic Town Hall building. Squire D'ath opened his passenger door for me to get into his car, as he expected, slipping into his low sports car exposed a great deal more of my legs and thighs as I squirmed into the seat. I got another broad smile because I hadn't bothered too much that I had exposed so much on myself to him as I got into his car.

As we drove out of the car park he rested his hand on my upper thigh, I didn't even look at his hand, I just looked out of the front window. We didn't drive too far, just to the restaurant that I had been to a week earlier for my pre-eighteenth birthday party. The matradee smiled at me when he saw me, he rushed over and kissed my hand, "Good afternoon Madam, so nice to see you again so soon. Will you be dining alone today or do you have guests?" I looked over my shoulder at the Squire standing behind me.

"Oh, good afternoon sir, your guests are already here."

"We'll be one more for lunch Henry; I do hope that won't cause any problems?"

"We will have to move your guests to Madam's usual table but I'm sure that they won't mind once they see why." Henry took my hand and guided me to the large table that I had shared with three other people the week before. I had to stop myself laughing at the way that the matradee had made me seem more important than the Squire and three other men were brought over to us as soon as I was seated.

Before the squire's guests had been brought over to us I was asked to call the Squire Peter. We had a very pleasant meal, Peter and his guests were talking a lot of business but I was kept entertained as well throughout the two hour meal. After the meal was over Henry brought the little tray with the bill on it over to me, I took a cursory glance at it, six hundred pounds, I managed to stop myself gasping at the huge size of the bill, Peter cleared his throat, "I think the meal is on me today Henry!"

"Oh! I'm very sorry Sir, Madam usually places her meals on her account, my mistake, I'm very sorry Madam, Sir!" Henry took the bill from in front of me and passed it on to Peter. I was escorted to Peter's Ferrari and as soon as Peter's business associates were out of earshot he took my hand and pulled me to a stop, he kissed me hard on my lips just as they drove past us.

"So, how often have you eaten in my favourite restaurant?"

"Just once before, last week!"

"Well, Henry must have been really impressed with you to play up to you like that, mind you, it did me no harm at all having you with me and to have Henry fawning all over you the way he did." I got into Peter's car and once again, far more of my legs were on show than was decent.

We drove out onto the road to our village, "So, if I give you a job, working on my family research at three hundred pounds a week and offered to pay you a bonus for little extras, how would you feel about that for a proposition?" I offered him my hand, "I think I'd like to work for you very much!" Peter took my hand and we shook on it. "So, what will today's little act cost me as a bonus?" I thought about it, I had happily done it for free but I had set the bar a little high on my interview, I didn't have the wardrobe to keep this standard up, "I think you should buy me a new outfit!"

"Deal, what would it cost me if I asked to see what's under that dress?"

The dress was closed with a simple tie; I just pulled it and allowed my dress to open so he could see my sexy underwear. Peter gasped and the car swerved across two lanes of the road, "You're not a bit shy are you?" I shook my head. "What about if I asked you to masturbate for me as I drive you to the manor?" I lifted my bottom and pulled my thong panties down, I took them all the way off and I slipped them into Peter's glove box.

I slipped my shoes off and put my left foot up on the dash, turned slightly towards Peter and began to finger fuck myself. Peter's usual speed was maximum legal speed plus twenty percent, suddenly he was driving well under the speed limit and could hardly take his eyes off of me as I brought myself to a dozen climaxes.

Eventually we pulled off of the road and onto the drive leading to the manor; I pulled my dress closed just in time before one of Peter's gardeners got an eyeful too. "What do I owe you for the show Victoria?" I thought about it for a while, "You do know that in business, you really should agree the price before delivering the service don't you?" I laughed, "I'm not in business Peter, I was doing it for the fun of it. If you want to give me a present, then I always need new clothes."

I managed to extricate myself without showing off too much to Peter's gardeners, We were met in the drive by Peter's butler, "James, this is Victoria, she's going to be my family researcher for a little while, can you pick out a suitable office for her to use." James bowed to Peter and gestured for me to follow him. As soon as we got into the house I said, "James, What's Squire D'ath like to work for?"

"Miss Victoria, my name is Mr. Devonshire, only Squire D'ath and his family may call me James and if you are going to last long in the Squire's employment don't ask questions like that and never offer information about the household to anyone on the outside."

I was taken through to the back if the great house and up a very unimpressive stairwell to a set of doors on a first floor corridor, "This is the Master's bedroom, we went to the next door, this will be your office." Only slightly suspicious, my office being right next door to Peter's bedroom, good thing that I already had a good idea why Peter had hired me on but the fact that his butler was sure as well, very spooky.

There were two doors by the outside wall, one to the right and one to the left, I had to assume that the door to the left also went through to Peter's bedroom. There was just one very large window in the outside wall and that looked over a croquet lawn that looked like it had been cut with nail scissors.

The room had a desk and a bed in it so it was a little crowded. Peter walked in from his bedroom rather than from the back passageway. I was standing looking out of the window, the gardener was just setting out the croquet hoops after finishing manicuring the lawn, he had already looked up at me standing in front of the window several times and now Peter stood a few inches away from me with a hand on each of my hips.

"I can't easily explain the effect your little performance in my car had on me Victoria, but it has left me very uncomfortable."

"Would you like me to help you out with that?" Peter smiled at me and nodded his head. I looked out to the lawn; the gardener was looking up at me again. I pulled the bow holding my dress closed and as soon as it was open I wriggled my shoulders and my dress fell to the floor, I remembered the effect that trailing my nipples down Calum's body had on him as well as the guys watching us, I reached behind myself and dropped my bra onto the floor before doing the same to Peter.

I was looking up into Peter's eyes as I rubbed my breasts against his clothed body, I let my eyes flick down to the gardener as my face got close to Peter's crotch. He was just standing there looking up at us; his hand was rubbing against his cock through his trousers. I pulled Peter's zipper down and eased his cock out of his trousers. I had one hand on each of Peter's hips and began to suck him off; I was determined to get him off without using my hands, just from suction, tongue and moving my head up and down.

It took far longer to get him off with just my mouth but the effect on Peter was well worth it. Peter's cock was the smallest of all the men I had seen so far but because I got him off so lovingly he did empty a huge volume of spunk down my throat. Before I stood up I looked back down into the garden and saw a very horny-handed gardener standing looking up at me still. I remembered my manners and carefully replaced Peter's cock before I stood up again.

Peter waited until I was back on my feet and then he kissed me, "Well, I can see that today's bonus is going to cost me a small fortune. Perhaps I'd better give you a credit card for 'Where the Girls Are' in Northampton, what do you think to that idea?"

"Sounds super to me but I'd still like you to choose at least one outfit that you'd like me to wear for work."

I didn't bother to put my bra back on; I just slipped my arms into my dress and tied it loosely at the side. I sat at the desk, just to get a feel for it, I really should have put my bra on, because of how the dress tied, my breasts kept taking turns in popping out into view. Peter stood looking down at me as first my left breast popped into view and then my right, each time they popped out I wriggled my upper body and my breast would hide all over again.

Peter couldn't take his eyes off of me, "Where did you get that dress from?"

"I don't know, my mother got it for me for my eighteenth birthday!"

"Find out from her will you, I think I'd like to buy you a few of them, different colours to wear as your uniform. Naturally I would expect you to dress exactly as you are now though." I wriggled my right little puppy back into its kennel, "Well, at least it will save a fortune on knickers and brassieres." Peter laughed out loud, "Right, I have an account at one of the local suppliers, order yourself a computer and printer, you'll need one of those scanner things too, just let James know what you want, and you'll need filing cabinets too but there should be some of those in the farm office going begging, just let James know what you need and where you want it putting in here. Keep the bed but get rid of anything else you don't want cluttering you up."

I was taken through the door opposite Peter's bedroom, "This was my father's room until he passed away last year." The room was covered in wooden panelling like the other rooms but when Peter pressed on one of the panels and it popped open revealing a secret cupboard, jam packed with books, letters, files and folders. "There are thirty of these secret compartments; this is the only one I've looked in so far, nothing is in any kind of order, some of it is obviously rubbish and some of it priceless historical information. I want you to go through every page, set up a database, date, subject, importance, any other information you think could be important and more importantly, I need to know exactly where the information is. The most important documents and books I want scanned and again, I need to be able to find the scans easily. Work diligently; I'll talk to you at the end of every day if I can. I'd also like you to be available to help me out in any other 'special' projects that may come up."

I looked out of the window, the gardener was looking up at me again, Peter saw me looking down into the garden and saw that his employee was staring up at the bedroom window. "You can take the rest of the day to acclimatise yourself with the house and grounds, be here bright and early in the morning but first, I need you to sign a confidentiality contract with me, you may not mention anything you see, hear or find while in my employment to anyone else but me."

Peter wrote out a quick contract and pushed it under my nose for me to sign. I wandered around the house quickly as I could, getting my bearings of all the areas open to me, the back hallways, back stairwells and the huge area in the basement that is generally referred to as 'Below stairs'. I found Peter's butler in his sitting room, historically called the butler's pantry. I apologised for disturbing him and was about to back away as quickly as possible.

"Please don't go Miss Victoria, I find I have to apologise myself, Mr. D'ath has told me that he hasn't taken you on as a member of the household staff but as his personal private secretary and you are to be treated by the rest of the household staff as if you are a member of his family so you may call me James and you may use the front of the house to come and go from your office." I thanked James and headed for the main house so that I could walk out through the front door.

I was very disappointed that there was no one out in the croquet pitch, the gardener had moved on but he had left the rack with four mallets and four differently coloured balls. I walked around the grounds and eventually found the gardener dabbling weeds out of a formal flowerbed with his trowel. I stood two feet away from him, "Did you see everything you wanted to earlier?" He looked up from the weeds, now that I was so close to him, I could see that he was just about sixty years old but because of his work, he had wonderfully tanned skin and a very fit body.

He stopped shuffling his trowel from side to side under the poppy plants and started to look up, he looked from my shoes up to my breasts, slowly and then spent an age looking at my silk enclosed breasts. "However much a man sees of a beautiful woman; he always wants to see more."

I looked all around, swaying from side to side and one little puppy popped out to look at the kneeling man, I left it exposed for a few moments but I realised that there were thirty different windows that could I could be seen from, so I wriggled it back under cover. "There is a bench in the middle of the maze that is about the most private spot on the estate."

"I don't know where the maze is!"

"Just follow me."

I followed on after the gardener, he didn't look back once until we reached the bench in the centre of the maze, as soon as I realised I was out of sight of the house I had already opened my dress, slipped it off of my shoulders, hooked my finger into the label at the neck and followed the man naked but for my stockings and suspender belt.

At the bench he turned and was about to say something but stopped in his tracks with his mouth wide open. I 'rubbed' past him to get to the seat, brushing my naked body against him. I put my dress over the back of the seat, then I lifted one foot up onto it and began to masturbate myself, "Can you see everything now?"

He just nodded his head and slowly unzipped his trousers, pulled out his cock and began to masturbate himself too.

'Here he comes girl, get ready to take on boarders!' flashed through my head as the gardener stepped in closer to me. I shifted my position slightly so that he could line up more easily but before he got close enough to put his cock in me, he fired off, directing his spunk to fall all over my body. There was just a quick, "Thank you madam!" As he zipped his trousers and went back to work. It took every tissue I had in my handbag to clean the spunk dripping from my body, 'I really need to carry a larger purse and at least a box of tissues.'

I left the estate and walked the half mile into my village. Mum and dad were home by the time I got there, my mother had found my suitcase and was surprised to find that the clothes inside were all still clean, the only thing that she found dirty was my school uniform. My dad was already rubbing his hands over my shoulders, then one of my puppies popped out again, he looked at my mother and then back at my breast, he pulled the belt and my dress fell open, my dad whistled, "You didn't go out dressed like that did you?" I shook my head, "No, I had a bra and panty set on when I went out."

My dad stood back and looked at my body, "Did you lose your virginity while you were on holiday?"

I smiled at him, "About six hundred times!"

Dad looked at mum, "Perhaps you'd better ring Kevin and tell him!"

Kevin broke all records getting to our house and then he and my father took me to bed while mother cooked dinner for us all.

My dad took first time at fucking me while I sucked Kevin's cock until he climaxed into my mouth just as my dad was pulling his cock out of my cunt, then, while Kevin's cock was still spewing spunk all over me he walked on his knees down my body giving me a liberal coating of semen before plugging his still ejaculating cock into my cunt.

Kevin fucked me for close to an hour, I felt him spurt into me seven or eight times but his cock never slacked off once, mother brought dinner up to her bedroom for all four of us, then after eating we all went to bed together, my dad and Kevin fucked mum and me at least three times each before my dad gave in and fell asleep as did my mother, leaving Kevin and me just fucking for the rest of the night. It crossed my mind that perhaps I should have told Kevin to let me have just a little sleep as I had to go to work in an hour's time. Then it dawned on me that I hadn't even told my mother and father about my job at the manor. I managed to stop Kevin fucking me long enough to slip out from under his body and run to the bathroom.

As Kevin's semen ran from my body like a river I was reminded of seeing my mother running for the bathroom in the same way just a few days earlier. I showered, checked the time, no point in waiting for breakfast. I dressed in a navy skirt and white blouse; I decided not to bother with bra or panties as they were just too uncomfortable and just got in the way of fun.

I took an apple and a banana from the fruit bowl and ate them for breakfast as I walked over to the manor, I was walking in through the back door at eight o'clock, I felt like shit from lack of sleep but I had remembered to bring all of my unused or little used school notebooks with me, I wasn't a database expert but I realised that before starting one it is better to gather a full list of the data fields that would be needed and the data types that those fields had to be masked too.

I went directly to my office, I listened at Peter's door, I could just make out the sounds of him snoring. I took my notebooks into his father's bedroom. I opened the compartment that Peter had shown me the day before. It was just a mess of different types of document. A diary popped into view, a very old, beautifully bound book in soft leather cover with gold tooling on the spine.

'A journey of a million miles begins with one footstep!' Flashed through my mind, I quickly opened several of the other doors, each compartment had one or more diaries tucked amongst the piles of papers. I didn't need to see any more, I had a starting point. I looked for a surface to move the contents of compartment number one too. The only obvious place was the old squire's bed, my parents had a super king sized bed, last night four of us fucked all night long without really getting in each other's way. The old squire's bed was at least two feet wider and two feet longer than my parent's bed.

I emptied the compartment totally, spread the content out evenly over the bed and took the first diary to the old squire's writing desk. I opened the first page; the old squire's name was inside the front cover and I noted the name and the first date in the first notebook, then I flipped to the back page and noted that down too, then I added a column to say where I had found the diary, 'compartment number 1', I assumed that a diary might be private, so I used a 'P' in the next column, then I thought that it would also be important, so another column was added, 'I' for important. I guessed that as I went along I'd think of new data items that I'd need to record, so it was a good thing to start out on paper and transfer it to a computer later, when I had a better idea what the final columns would need to be.

I went through all the other compartments and piled up every diary I found on the writing desk, then I started to write the same details for each diary into my note book, I sat for around an hour, I hadn't read any of the content of the diaries so why was I sitting there, writing with my right hand and rubbing between my legs with my left hand, I wasn't sexually frustrated, there were no visible signals to turn me on, I even looked out of the window and out to the lawns to see if the gardener was around, but apart from the gentle sawing sound drifting over form Peters bedroom from time to time, I could have been the last person on the planet.

I stacked the diaries on the desk in order of the date they were written and lined them up on the shelf in chronological order. The diaries didn't fill the first compartment but from the dates I had written there were diaries missing.

I heard the door open from Peter's bedroom and then I heard him talking on the telephone, he was asking James if I had turned up for work yet, it was almost ten o'clock in the morning and I expect that he thought I had decided not to come in at all. I called out that I was in the old squire's bed room.

Peter walked in, he didn't look very impressed when he saw his father's bed totally covered in what looked like the contents of a paper recycling bin but when he saw the line of diaries on that first shelf he changed his mind I took my notebook to him to show him what I had done, "Of course, once I put these into a database they will show up in chronological order if that's what you want." I went over to the bed and pointed out the volume of sheets of paper. "There isn't one sheet of paper that would be small enough to fit on an A4 scanner, so to have them all scanned outside and sent back in electronically will cost a fortune, I would suggest that we get at least an A3 or an A2 scanner, I think in the long run that will be the cheapest option."

As I was talking to Peter, he had come up behind me and unbuttoned the front of my blouse, once I realised what he was doing I flipped the buttons at my wrists so that once Peter had my blouse open he would just be able to pull it straight off. He unfastened the button at the top of my skirt and let that drop to the floor and I was standing totally naked in his father's bedroom.

Peter pushed me face down on top of his father's old papers and began to fuck me from behind, there wasn't a single word spoken, Peter just fucked me until he climaxed and then he let go of the back of my neck. I stood up and Peter asked me if I had found out where my mother got the red dress from. "She got it from one of the large department stores in Northampton but it was a designer line that they had bought in to sell, eighty pounds each but they may not have any left."

"Well, let's hope they do have some, as many different colours as they have."

I was still naked as Peter headed for the door, "Are you finished with me, shall I get dressed?" Peter stopped in the doorway to my office; he turned and looked at me, "I'm sorry; I don't know what came over me. Please don't think I'm taking you for granted just because you work for me. You have to believe me when I tell you that I don't usually have sex with my staff."

I stepped into my skirt and pulled it up, then I fastened it and slipped my blouse on. "I'm going to tell James to get someone to run you into town, James will give you a credit card to use, I want you to order the computer and whichever scanner you think we need, and I would like you to buy as many of those wonderful wrap-over dresses as you would like. Luncheon will be in the dining room at one o'clock, please try and be back in time for that."

I met James in his pantry; he was giving instructions to one of the farm workers to drive me into Northampton but to have me back by one o'clock at the latest. James gave me a credit card to use for everything and the pin number to use.

My driver was a little snivellny as he drove along, I asked if he was okay, "Broke my nose on Sunday, damn thing has stopped working altogether now." I was driven to the computer store; I ordered a desk top computer with a huge hard drive as well as an 'A2' scanner. From the computer shop I was driven to the department store, I went straight to the area that my mother had found my red dress, there were racks full of dresses in eight different colours, they had even been reduced in price because they were a little daring for a sleepy little town like Northampton. I bought one of each colour including another red one.

While the dresses were being bagged up and added to the tally on the till, I walked through to the lingerie section and bought a few different coloured suspender belts as well as the full range of different coloured stockings that I could find. Even after adding all the stockings and suspender belts to the price it was still cheaper than the dresses alone should have cost.

I took one black dress, black suspender belt and black stockings and took them into the changing room. When I walked back out, my driver did a double take and his eyes almost popped out of his head. We arrived at the manor with just ten minutes to spare before dinner.

Peter and another man were sitting at the dining table, "Victoria, this is Doctor Gregory, he works for one of my lesser known companies."

"I'm pleased to meet you Doctor Gregory, what are you a doctor of?"

I got a warm smile from the doctor, "I'm an MD as well as a doctor of bio-chemical engineering."

Our food was delivered by James and two maids and they withdrew and closed the huge doors giving us total privacy.

Greg took a sip of his soup from a silver soup spoon, then he put the spoon down. "I can see what you mean Peter, I can't stop looking at her and I'm really worried that she has given me an erection and I definitely want to fuck her, what the hell will my boyfriend say if I do something like that."

Peter put his spoon down, and looked at me, "How many eighteen year old girls do you know that wouldn't have been embarrassed at what you just said?"

Greg shook his head, "When you told me about it I thought that you had overdone the champagne at luncheon again but if just being in the same room with her can turn on an old Queen like me, she has something special."

Peter looked over at me, "I'd love you to take your dress off for us Victoria, we'd both love to eat with you while you're naked."

I just pulled at the bow at my side and wriggled my shoulders so that my dress fell off of my shoulder and over the back if my chair. I was naked apart from my stockings and suspender belt, I picked up my spoon and began to eat again, Greg looked very impressed.

Peter took another spoon of soup, then he said, "When I saw the effect she had on Edward, my head gardener, after he came close to her for just a few seconds, it made me think, if she could interest a man who had shown no interest in women ever in his life before, to the extent that he couldn't work until after she had taken him over to the maze and got him off, it got me thinking about your line of work."

Greg said, "Well, you know better than anyone else that our research is only around domestic animals, we don't have a licence for human research but I would say that she shows every indication of what we are trying to achieve with our research."

I had finished my soup and Peter suggested that I pull my dress back on so that I didn't upset the rest of the staff when they served our main course.

Greg explained about the research he was engaged in. Animal breeders had a problem, the female animal wouldn't stand for a male until she got the hormone messenger to tell her that she had entered oestrus, in reality, she was probably in oestrus a good twenty-four hours earlier, add to that the fact that a males sperm would be viable for four to five days inside the female, if they could convince the female that she was ready to mate a day or two earlier and give the male the scent that she is ready. A breeder could choose his own time and date to start the mating process. Sheep were a case in point, a ewe would come into season and she would stand for a ram just once, after she was covered, she would reject any other advances from the ram. She didn't always catch that first time and farmers would have to put her to the ram again when she had her next cycle, if they could give her a chemical cocktail that would keep her receptive for three or four days they could almost guarantee a lamb for every ewe on the first introduction.

"We at Northampton Bio-design, the company that Peter's father started before the war, have been working towards a spray that we can mist onto the females that will give her and the male all the signs that she is ready to mate. Peter's father had a compound that worked occasionally but it was poisonous, so it had to be placed in the field with the male and female and just hope that both got close enough to the block for them both to feel the effect and hope that neither of them got too close to it. We call our latest and most successful product NBD-205."

"Hey, I think my Uncle Kevin works for you; his white coats all have NBD on the pockets. Gary looked a little worried, "Would that be Kevin Walker?"

"Yes, he isn't my real uncle though, just a friend of my parents."

"Kevin's been working for NBD longer than I have; he's been on the project for over twenty years, he's just a lab assistant, he helps to prepare each new batch of NBD10 and he cleans up after. How much contact do you have with him Victoria?"

I took the last mouthful of food, "Well, not much but two weeks ago...." I stopped, "...I'm not sure I should say any more..."

Peter jumped in, "It's very important that we know Victoria, we really need to know everything."

"...I was at the quiz night at the village pub; the girl's toilet was packed so I went over the park. While I was sitting on the toilet a man pushed his cock through the door. I couldn't even see it but I could smell it and I reached out and touched it but I don't know why."

"Go on, tell me all about it."

I had definitely piqued Greg's interest.

"I rubbed him until he climaxed. Because my face was so close he totally covered my head and face with his stuff."

Greg sat back in his seat and looked at Peter, Peter was spurred into action, he leaned towards me, "Were you a virgin at that time Victoria?"

"Of course I was, I was only seventeen then."

"How did you know that it was your Uncle Kevin?"

"The next day when I found him in bed with my mother he told me and I rubbed him off again."

"Peter looked at Greg, "That was weeks ago, how could that still be effecting her?"

Greg looked at me again, "So, you are still a virgin now or have you had full sex?"

I looked at Peter and giggled, "I've had sex hundreds of times since then."

"And when did you last have contact with your Uncle Kevin?"

"He fucked me at six o'clock this morning, well, all night long, he never goes soft, not ever, he did me all night long and he just cums and cums all the time."

Greg was now quiet for a few moments, "The male having a permanent erection and over production of semen was noted in NBD-10 p3 version so we had to pull that element and try a different route. But that sounds like Kevin has been contaminated during his work on NBD-10, we'll need to run some tests." Greg looked at me, "Victoria, can I do a few tests on you please?"

I just nodded my head. it took Greg a few moments to collect his bags from his car, he took blood samples, then he had a thought, "If your uncle fucked you all night, there may be samples of his semen still inside you, can I take a swab please?"

I giggled a little, "He wasn't the last man who wanted to fuck me, so you might not find his spunk up me now!"

I looked over to Peter after saying it, Peter just blushed Greg looked at Peter too, "You're over sixty, she's young enough to be your granddaughter."

"Don't judge me, you've been gay for thirty years and you'd fuck her right here, right now!"

It was Greg's turn to blush now.

Greg did take a swab sample from my vagina and then Peter said, "You know that my father bedded most of the girls from a ten mile radius, do you think he could have found one of these compounds by accident and used it to get into the girl's knickers?"

Greg looked over at me and then up to the huge oil painting of Peter's father, "He could have stumbled on one of the complex compounds, but back then the woman would have had to be injected with the compound or she could have ingested it in food or wine."

When Greg left us, he headed for the laboratory to test Kevin, "Your uncle's sexual hold over you could all be our fault Victoria."

"It could be the same with my mother, she wants sex all the time, either from my father or Kevin, probably any other man too if she was left alone for more than five minutes."

I went back to work in the shelving compartments, I found an estate book that mentioned my gran and Kevin's mother. I took the book down to Peter, "It says here that my gran was night miad for one week and Kevin's mother was night maid the next."

Peter blushed, "Your office was the night maid's bedroom, my mother slept in the room I sleep in and my father in the other. If either rang their bell it was the night maid's job to jump out of bed and see what they needed. For my mother it was probably just a drink of water but for my father, he probably wanted his bed warming for a few hours."

I did a little digging further back in the records; I saw when the fourteen year old Elizabeth Carter started as a buttery maid, Elizabeth Carter was Sid's mother's maiden name, I also found Sid's father, he was a herdsman on the farm. There was a record in the estate diary that showed Matthew Stockwell living at cottage number four on Estate Road. Mathew asked the old squire for permission to marry in the manor chapel. The squire could have refused Matthew but he didn't he actually arranged a marquee to be placed on the Gate lodge garden at the side of the churchyard. I managed to find the entry in the old squire's diary for the day of Matthew and Elizabeth's wedding.