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First Published: 25 September 2012

Changing School
by Isabella

Story Code: M/g, M+/g, First Time, Incest, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Bestiality, Father/Daughter

Our local education authority had decided to change the way they provided education to kids in our area, they told our parents that ours was one of the last areas to have infant schools taking kids from four to seven, a junior school, taking kids from eight to eleven and senior schools taking twelve to sixteen year olds.

I had been in our village junior school and would be one of the last kids to actually graduate and move on. The younger kids, the ones that were in the three years below mine were all moved out to another school in the next village, a school that had already started taking kids from the age of four to eleven while my year group moved up to the Comprehensive school instead of the old secondary school.

We didn't really think too much about what we were leaving behind when we moved to the huge school in the local town. The small village school was being closed and demolished over the summer and by the time we started back at school after the long summer holiday the first house would be finished and would be used as a show home. Apparently most of the teachers moved with the younger kids to the other village school, the thing that I couldn't understand was they had knocked Mr Peterson's house down along with the school.

Mr Peterson was the school caretaker or custodian if you live in America, he was thirty-two years old, single, six-two tall with electric blue eyes and a very fit, muscular body, not that I had noticed or anything! Mr Paterson was the only man we ever saw at school so naturally all the girls in my year had a little crush on him; eleven year old girls never had much interest in eleven year old boys no matter how hard they tried to impress us.

Imagine my surprise when, on the first day of the new year at a new school, I saw Tim Peterson walking through the cloud of kids spilling out of my bus. There was something different though, in the four years that I had seen Tim Peterson before he had always been dressed in his long brown warehouse coat and now he was just dressed, well, like my dad would dress, come to think about it, he looked about the same age as my dad as well.

I jumped off the bus just as Tim passed the doorway, so I actually collided with him, "Oh, sorry Mr Peterson, do you work here now?" "Good morning Victoria, no, not working in schools anymore, I'm doing a few night shifts in a local factory, just temporary work." I didn't hear anything after 'Victoria', it suddenly sparked a thought, 'How the hell did he know my name, everyone at the old school knew his name was Mr Peterson, I knew his first name was Tim because I had heard Mrs Appleton flirting with him one day when she thought they were alone in the classroom. Tim touched my shoulder and I snapped out of my introspection, "You'll be late for class."

I had to run to catch up with the end of the snake of kids walking up to the main doors into school. The bus had been a few minutes late but it was like cycle racing, because we came on the bus, we couldn't be classed as late providing we all crossed the threshold in a group, stragglers could be called late if they came into the building alone. I could have kicked myself for zoning out like that, I wanted to ask him where he lived now that his house at the side of the school had been pulled down but hadn't, I did look back as I went through the doors into school to see Tim crossing the road and heading down a side ally between the shops opposite the school.

The bus was early for the rest of the week so I didn't see Tim again until the Friday, this time it was he that was a little earlier and again we almost crashed into each other as I jumped off the bus. This time Tim said "hi" to me first, I remembered that I had wanted to ask him where he was living now and I blurted that question out, "When they closed the school down and I had to leave the school house I managed to rent a pokey little studio flat above the shops" Tim gestured with his head towards the shops across from the school, "over there, I'm above the 'Bargain Booze' shop on the second floor!" "What's a studio flat?" "It has a combined bedroom and sitting room with a separate shower room and tiny kitchen."

I realised that people were paying attention to Tim and I talking, last time they had all been in a rush to get to class because of how late the bus had been, this time we had plenty of time so the other kids from the bus were hanging back watching Tim and I talking so I said goodbye and headed off to the playground. Once in the playground I watched Tim cross the road again, he went into the general store and came out with a pint of milk before disappearing down the alley between the shops.

At lunch time I slipped out of school with the kids who went home for dinner, then I just walked up and down in front of the row of shops looking in the window, in my befuddled, crush damaged twelve year old brain, I was hoping that Tim Peterson would pop out to the shop for something for his lunch. I should have known better though, my mother worked nights one week in three, she went to bed as I was going out to school and got up again when I got home. I was about to give up and cross back over to school when I looked up at the window on the second floor over the Bargain Booze shop and saw Tim looking down at me.

Tim gave me a sweet smile and waved his hand at me, it wasn't lost on me that Tim was bare chested, his chest was very muscular with just a small patch of hair over his breastbone, unlike my father who looked like a gorilla with his shirt off. Tim stepped away from the window and suddenly there was a light right at the back of the room, in my mind I saw Tim opening his front door, then he walked back past the window again.

I stood there kicking my heels for five minutes and looked up at Tim's window again, the light at the back of the room was dimming slightly, as if his front door was closing very slowly but I didn't see Tim again. I plucked up quite a lot of courage and walked down the alleyway between the shops, there was a set of concrete stairs from a small loading area at the rear of the shops, up to two balconies, one on the first floor and then up again to the second floor, the first floor flats were at least twice as deep as the second floor.

I spotted the bright red paintwork of the Bargain Booze shop, it was also the most secure looking rear of all the shops because its stock was so valuable, then I looked up, the flat on the first floor was also painted bright red, or at least the door was, then I stepped back and looked for the door on the second floor, again, it was a bright red like the rest of Bargain Booze.

I was right; the red door was open but swinging slowly in the breeze and closing a little more with each swing. There was still no sign of Tim though but I still climbed the stairs to the second floor, I knocked on the still open door, "It's okay, come in!" I stepped through the door and into a small vestibule area, the shower room was on the right and the tiny kitchenette on the left, "Can you grab me a beer from the fridge please Victoria?" I opened the fridge door, there were cans of beer as well as cans of pop and bottles of fruit shoot in various flavours. "Get yourself one too if you want one, or you can have juice or Cola."

I was in a little bit of a dilemma, if I took a coke or a juice he'd probably think I was being a baby, so I took a beer as well. Tim was in bed, it was a sofa bed that he had pulled out to sleep on, as it was early September and still quite warm Tim was sleeping under just a very thin nylon sheet. As I walked into his bed-sitting room, the sun streaming through the main window was lighting him up in bed. I could clearly see that he was totally naked under the sheet, well, I couldn't really see clearly but I could make out his dark triangle of hair and his curled up cock as it slept in his lap.

There was nothing in the room to sit on other than the bed so I handed Tim his beer and stood at the foot of the bed, "Come on over and sit here by my side." I moved around to the left side of his bed and sat with my back to him, my hands were shaking as I opened the can of beer, there was a very small thought in my head that I should run for the door, I was in the bedroom with a man as old as my father and he was in bed and totally naked.

I took a sip of the beer, I was shaking so much that I almost spilled the beer down my blouse, "Why don't you sit back, lean on a pillow, relax a little!" I looked over my shoulder at Tim, he was patting the pillow at his side, he took my beer and held it while I took my shoes off and carefully turned on the bed, holding my skirt at the sides of my legs. Before I sat back I took my beer from Tim again and as I leaned back Tim slipped his arm behind my back.

"Would you like to watch a DVD with me?" I nodded my head and took another sip of my beer, "I was watching this when I got home from work, it's a little bit adult, is that okay?" I again nodded my head. Tim turned the TV on and started the DVD playing. I took another sip of my beer and gasped a little, the man and woman in the film were both naked and they were making out, kissing rather than actually having sex, kissing and lots of touching and rubbing.

Tim's hand was rubbing my side through my blouse, even though he couldn't move his hand much as his arm was around my lower back. I watched out of the corner of my eye as Tim put his can of beer on the arm of the sofa part of the sofa bed, "Why don't you put your can down for a bit and snuggle down, you can still watch the telly when you're laying down.

As I put my can on the arm of the sofa I checked my watch, I had forty-five minutes before I had to head back to school. We both slipped down on the bed, me on top of the sheet and Tim under it. As I lay on my back looking at the TV screen, Tim rolled onto his left side so that his body was pressing against my side. Because the sheet was so thin and my legs were bare, I could feel the heat from Tim's body through it.

Tim kissed my cheek, I looked nervously in his direction and he pressed his lips against mine. My mouth dried out instantly and it was difficult to swallow, something moved against my thigh, Tim's cock was growing, uncoiling and it was getting even hotter as it inflated with his hot blood.

Tim began to rub his cock against my thigh through the sheet when it finally finished growing; he kissed my ear lobe and then whispered, "I'd love to put this into you right now." As he said it, he took my hand and placed it over his sheet covered cock, just in case I didn't understand exactly what he wanted to put in me. I looked down as my fingers closed around the monster bulge in the sheet.

"Turn over." I went to turn to the right to face him, "No, turn the other way!" That was really confusing, if Tim wanted to put his dick into me it would be easier, surely, if I were to be facing him rather than lying with my back to him.

Tim was rubbing himself against the backs of my legs in earnest now, "I know that you probably think that at twelve years old you're a little young and a little small to have a monster cock like mine in you but girls a lot younger than you have taken cocks this size before. Why don't you slip under the sheet with me?"

A wave of panic rushed through my body, Tim had his right hand on my hip so he felt me tense up, I managed to gain enough control over my body to shake my head. "Come on Vicky, I promise I won't try to put my cock in you until you're ready for me too, there's no point in trying it on, if I upset you today you won't want to come back again, will you, I want to be your long term boyfriend, not just a one off shag!"

Tim encouraged me to stand up and finish my can of beer, while I did that he pulled back the top sheet, being careful not to expose his naked body to me, once I had drained my can I sat back down on the bed and again I got onto my left side as Tim directed me to. Tim's left arm was under my neck and he slipped the sheet over my body, then as he kissed my neck he put his right hand on my hip and began to pull my school skirt up all the way to my waist.

Tim put his hand on my stomach and pulled me backwards until my panty covered bottom crashed into his naked cock. Tim began rubbing his cock against my bottom through my knickers before he began to fumble around the waistband and began to pull my panties down, "No! Stop!" I really was in a blind panic, "Stop worrying, I promised that I wouldn't try to put it in you didn't I? You do trust me don't you?" What the hell could I say to that, I was laying in bed now with him, my skirt way up past my waist and letting him rub his cock against my bottom, I had to say "yes".

"Well, come on, just trust me a little bit more, I want us to be boyfriend and girlfriend but I do need a little help to get off or I'll go crazy, you know what boys are like don't you?" I didn't actually know what boys were like, I had been allowed by my father to go out with four boys in the last year, two of those were totally immature and didn't come close to me, one did kiss me but only when we got back to my house and I was about to go in and the fourth had tried to get to first base with me in the pictures after kissing me a few times and I pushed him off. That was the total extent of my knowledge of boys to that date.

Tim pulled my face round to his and began kissing me again as he pulled at my knickers again, "Lift up a little for me please darling." I don't know why I lifted my hips but I did, I was still whispering, "No." And, "Please don't" over and over again as my knickers were pulled down to my knees. "Kick them off!" Tim's voice carried an element of urgency now, he wasn't sweet talking me now, it was more like an order.

I wriggled my legs out of my knickers so that just the left leg hole was hooked over my left ankle. Tim's hand slipped down my belly to the few hairs covering my pussy mound. As Tim forced a finger down between my pussy lips and hunted my clitoris down before rubbing on it hard. Then he pushed his cock between my legs, his cock shaft was pressing along my gash and he began to saw his cock back and forth between my legs.

Tim took my right hand and put my fingers against his cock and then went back to masturbating me. As I began to climax I was squirming and wriggling about, I knew that I was squeezing my inner thighs together over and over again, I knew that it must have been increasing the pleasure on Tim's cock with all of my wriggling and squeezing, Tim's breathing was becoming short and laboured and then he whispered in my ear, "All you have to do if you want me to put it in you is push the head up as it goes past your cunt hole baby!"

The pleasure I was feeling was beyond anything I could ever imagine in my life, I had masturbated myself but I had never taken myself anywhere close to the level that Tim was holding me at with his finger tips and his cock rubbing along my slit. I was really tempted to push Tim's cock up into me but as I was trying to convince myself that it wouldn't hurt so much my finger tips were suddenly soaking wet and Tim was gasping and, well, he was swearing in a whisper in my ear, calling me some very bad names as well as telling me that I was being 'fucking fantastic'.

Eventually Tim's cock shrank back and slipped out from between my legs, Tim kissed me a hundred times more and then handed me a hand towel to dry myself off, hand as well as between my inner thighs. I checked my watch, I had literally seconds left to get to school, I sat up and bent forward to pull my panties up. "Can I see what you look like without your panties on please?" I looked over my shoulder at Tim and then shook my head before saying, "No!"

I don't know if I refused because I was so scared of being late for school, if I was scared that Tim might still try to fuck me, if I was pissed off because there was a huge wet spunk stain on the front of my school skirt or if I was pissed off that Tim didn't break his word and actually try to fuck me. "I better get to school!" "Play hooky for the afternoon, stay here in bed with me!" Again I shook my head.

I had to take the stairs two steps at a time and run all the way to the school doors, getting there as the last few students walked through the door. In class I was asked why I was late, I just shrugged my shoulders; Mr Reynolds looked at the front of my skirt and then sniffed around my mouth, "I think you might have to have a little detention Miss Kent!" I smiled at him and dodged past him to my seat.

The afternoon seemed to last for around fifty hours instead of less than three, I got out of school before Mr Reynolds could spot me for his detention class, if I had gone to detention I would have missed my bus and then my dad would have had to come out to fetch me and that would have pissed him off more than I could ever imagine.

I spent the weekend telling myself that I wouldn't be going back to Tim Peterson's flat but for most of the sixty odd hours before I was back at school it kept running through my head over and over again that I had touched an adult man's cock, that he had kissed me, a lot, and he was a really good kisser and of course, the fact that he had given me such a massive climax with his fingers and just how close I had gotten to pressing his cock up into my own hole, I kept telling myself over and over again that I wouldn't go back to him but I knew that I would deep down inside.

On Sunday my mother started her week of evenings and nights at the care home that she worked at, they called the night part a sleep over, they weren't really expected to work all night, just be there in case any of the guests got restless but she usually ended up getting very little sleep, that meant that she would get home in time to make my breakfast and then she would go to bed as I was about to leave for school.

My dad waited until I was about to go through the door, giving my mother about fifteen minutes to get to sleep before he told me that he had something on at the club, my dad was a member of the Conservative club committee but he spent a hell of a lot more time at the club on committee business than any of the other members. "Here's five pounds, get yourself some chips on your way home and don't tell your mother that I was out, it'll only make her argue with me, I'll be back late so get yourself chips on your way home and get to bed by nine-thirty."

I was going to skip lunch again on Monday, I had planned to slip out exactly as I had done on the Friday before. I wasn't overly fat but I wouldn't miss a few school lunches in the pursuit of fun. Our English teacher's favourite saying was, "The best laid plans of mice and men. Go often awry." And my plans went very awry, as I was slipping through the doors Mr Reynolds was standing on the steps, "Ah! Miss Kent, I thought you might try to escape your commitment to my detention class again today!"

So, instead of spending the afternoon with Tim Peterson, I could spend my detention reading or working through some of my homework, the choice was mine but I had to be totally silent for the whole lunch break. As soon as I was let out after the end of school, I ran to the bus and told the driver that I wouldn't be going home on the bus before running to Tim's flat and knocking on his door excitedly.

Tim was pleased to see me although he thought that I might just have visited him at lunch time. Tim had an invitation to a pool party at a large house in the country between town and my village, so I'd be half way home when the party ended. "You can't come with me in your school uniform though!" Tim took me into his flat and dug out an old dress shirt, the kind with a long tail at the back and two at the front. It was miles too big for me but as it was going to be the only thing I would be wearing, it was much better to be big than small.

I went into the shower room to change into the shirt, Tim stood at the door telling me to leave my bra off and my panties too. When I stepped out of the shower room Tim checked the pile of clothes I was carrying to make sure that my knickers and my bra were on the pile. The front of the shirt looked totally stupid as it drowned me so much, then Tim got a long strip of black plastic and wrapped it around my stomach about a dozen times, it pulled the shirt in tight under my breasts, or what there was of my breasts and accentuated my flat stomach and narrow hips. Then Tim got some hair styling muse and plastered my shoulder length hair down to my head, brushing and pushing it carefully to make it look a little like I had an old fashioned 'short back and sides' kind of hair style.

Pulling the shirt in tight all the way down my stomach had made the shirt a little shorter than it was when it just hung down and now, if I turned a little too fast the back of the shirt would flick up and show off my bare backside. Tim had to get a taxi to take us to the party, the house was magnificent, Tim had warned me not to tell anyone I was only twelve, if anyone asked and I couldn't avoid answering I had to pretend to be sixteen even though there was no way anyone would believe that I was sixteen in a million years.

The pool was quite small and the water was really cold even though it was a hot day, all the food and drink was laid out on tables around the pool and there were about thirty plastic chairs laid out in informal groups around side tables and what looked like coffee tables. Tim and I were two of the first guests to arrive, I was introduced to the host and his wife, Tim said that it was a good thing that we had arrived early as I would get a chance to chat with John our host and Ruby, his wife before things went totally manic.

It didn't really start to 'rock' until nine o'clock and I should really have been going home about then, just in case my dad got home earlier than I would usually expect. I noticed one group sitting round a table, there were five men and only one woman, as I watched they convinced her to take her dress off, she sat on the table top wearing just her bikini while the men sitting around her were all reaching out and touching her body.

I had never been to an all adult party before; all the ones I went too had kids running around so the adults behaved themselves. I wandered around drinking a beer watching men almost having sex with women in front of all of their mates. There were only nine women, well eight and me, and there were forty men, the host was an ex football player and he had a lot more money than sense. I found Tim talking to three men by the bar and I managed to prise him away from his friends, "I really have to go home soon!" "That's a shame, my friends were asking me if you'd come with us to the snooker room, they wondered if you'd like do a little dance for us on top of the table, perhaps take your shirt of and give them a look at what's under it.

It was obvious that Tim had drunk far too much already and was being a little silly, so I just said "No!" If Tim wouldn't call a taxi I was quite prepared to walk home if I had too. I was a little bothered though, how would I explain that I had a man's dress shirt on, and where would I say my school uniform was. On the driveway Tim and Frank, one of the men who he had asked me to dance for came out, Tim was well pissed, his mate was totally sober, "Tim tells me that your clothes and bag are at his house, I think someone spiked his drink, he's only had two pints and I've seen him drink a lot more and be far less affected by it."

Frank drove us to Tim's house and was about to leave when I told him that I couldn't spend the night with Tim and I couldn't afford a taxi all the way home. Frank and I between us had to almost carry Tim to his flat and we just dumped him unconscious on his bed then Frank said, "I'll drop you off at home if you're nice to me on the way!" I didn't really feel like being nice to anyone if I was honest, what had started out as a very exciting evening had turned out to be a bit of a disaster.

I needed to get home so I had to agree to be nice to Frank for a lift home. "Can I get changed first, the shirt is Tim's." "No, I like you dressed just the way you are!" Frank drove me towards my village and just on the edge of the village he took the road that all the local's called lovers lane. I only knew that a lot of action took place there because I had seen condoms at the side of the road in the past, condoms and piles of used tissues.

Well, I still had a man's shirt that I needed to hide from my parents but at least I had my school bag and uniform. Frank turned off his lights and drove slowly down the lane; there was another car already at the bottom, which was where most courting couples parked up. Frank started to open the buttons on the front of Tim's shirt and began to pull at the plastic wrapped around my waist, "Wait a minute; you can't have sex with me!" "Why not, aren't you grateful for me driving you all the way over here?" "Yes, I am grateful but I'm still a virgin!" "Yes, I guessed that when I first saw you, my mate Tim preferred his girls to be under age and he usually loses interest in them once they put out for him."

That news upset me a little, 'so that was what Tim had meant when he told me that girls my age and younger had taken a cock the same size as his', flashed through my mind, probably because it was his own cock that he was talking about going into girls that were much younger than me.

I felt a little guilty that I had agreed to be nice to Frank and at the last minute I had told him that he couldn't have sex with me and as I was wondering how I could honour my agreement to be nice to him he said, "Well, you have a hand and you have a mouth and I have an erection that needs beating down." Frank turned on the car's interior light and then he stripped me totally naked enjoying the view, once I was totally nude Frank opened his trousers and hooked his underpants under his balls and he pulled back his foreskin and rubbed his hand over his cockhead to make sure it was clean of fluff and then he pulled me so that I was looking directly at his cockhead.

It was really uncomfortable for me bending over the handbrake and gear stick so I had to kneel on the seat and then Frank pushed my head down onto his cock and taught me how he wanted me to suck his cock. There was a tiny spurt from his cock's eye which tasted like ear wax and I tried to pull my head back off of his cock but he held me down.

I heard Franks breathing changed just as Tim's breathing had done immediately before he wet my hand and inner thighs the Friday before. I did panic a little and try to pull my head away again, if Frank made half as much spunk as Tim had done and if it tasted as foul as the first little jet had done I didn't want all of that in my mouth, then there was a knock on the window behind me followed by the sound of the motor winding the window down.

"Hi Frank, I thought it was you behind me, we've just finished and I was going to ask you to back out and let us go, her mother expects her home by eleven o'clock on school nights." I froze a little when I realised that Frank had opened the window on my side of the car and when the man looking through the window began to speak I froze totally rigid, recognising as I instantly did, my own father's voice. As my dad was talking he reached through the open window and started to rub his hands over my bottom.

When I froze up Frank took over using his hands on the back of my head to push my mouth up and down his cock again, then my dad said, "She's very young," his fingers were now between my legs feeling around the few hairs covering my snatch and then rubbing a single finger along my slit, "Pity I've just cum and my little friend has to get home or we could have swapped, add a little more spice to the night." At that point Frank filled my mouth and even though it was the most disgusting taste in the world I couldn't pull my head back without my father recognising me, so I just had to swallow it all down and even though Frank had let my head go I kept my mouth covering his cock.

My dad had started to rub my bean and he was building me up into a small orgasm, I was still frightened stiff but my body began to respond the way that nature had designed it to respond. I had guessed that Frank had an idea why I had been so affected by the stranger at my window because he said, "Hey Johnny, how's your daughter doing, you got into her knickers yet?" My father laughed, "She's only twelve, she shows no interest at all in sex yet and her mother would kill me if she thought I was up to something with her precious daughter!" "Only twelve, don't tell me that your friend sitting in your car is older than twelve!" My father laughed again, "I must be losing my touch, she's thirteen but her mother is a lot more casual and relaxed about her than my wife is about Victoria." It was Franks turn to laugh now, my father telling Frank that his daughter's name was Victoria had confirmed what Frank had thought.

"I think my little friend here is being a little shy, it is her first time out on her own with a man." My dad gave a dirty chuckle, "What's her name then, I might bump into her one day as she obviously lives in the area," as he said that my father was trying to push his finger into my hole, "She's very tight, it'll be fun the first time you get in her, I'd like a little of that before she gets stretched too much!" "She never told me her name mate!"

The window closed and the light inside the car went out, "It's okay, your dad can't see you anymore!" I jumped around in my seat and snatched Tim's shirt off of the floor and put it on quickly, I was definitely in a panic now, I had to get home before my father caught me, it was eleven o'clock and my dad had told me to be in bed by nine thirty, even though I had just been felt up by my own father and I had just found out that my own father was having sex with a girl from my own school, committing adultery on my mother but I still didn't want him to find out that I had broken his rules.

I wanted Frank to get me home as quickly as possible but it was going through my head what my dad had said to Frank as he was feeling me up, "What did my dad mean that it was a pity he had just cum or you could have swapped?" "Men like me, Tim and your dad aren't like other men, we don't get jealous, when we find a new girl like you who doesn't mind a little fun, we like to share her around with our friends, good for us, because we get to have fun with lots of different girls and good for the girls too, they get experience and gifts from lots of different men but as your dad had just cum he wouldn't be able to get hard again for a while."

I kept looking back, my dad's car was right on Frank's rear bumper, "Calm down girl, your dad has to stop to drop his girlfriend off, I'll get you home before your dad catches us up again." Frank was right, on the edge of our estate my dad pulled up outside Sarah Green's house, I knew Sarah quite well, she was on my school bus and we had played on the same team several times at different sports, like hockey and netball, so we knew each other very well and now I find her in my dad's car after fucking with him in lovers lane.

When I got home I ran straight up to bed, I dumped Tim's shirt under my bed and just dropped my school bag, school uniform and underwear on the floor, I heard the front door open and just dived into bed without putting my nighty on. My bedroom door opened and my dad came into my room, I heard him whisper, "Your mother would kill you of she saw your school uniform on the floor like that!" I was pretending to be sleeping as my dad folded my skirt over the bar of a coat hanger, then he put my blouse over the top of the hanger and put my uniform away in my wardrobe.

My dad just stood there looking down at me as I lay there pretending to sleep, I watched him through squinted eyes, he was looking from me to my small bra and knickers on the floor and back to me, he whispered my name, and watched me to see if I responded, then he whispered it again, a little louder and still I just lay totally still, I had the sheet right over my head so that my dad couldn't recognise how Tim had plastered my hair down with mouse, I think he would have recognised instantly that it was my head he had watched bobbing up and down in Franks lap earlier. My dad picked up my bra and my knickers off of the floor, I saw him drop my bra into my laundry basket but he still had my knickers in his hand.

My dad said my name in a normal voice, then, because I hadn't responded to my name he came over to my bed and flipped the sheet off of my legs, then he lifted the sheet higher so that he could see right up to my stomach, I could just see him standing there looking down at my naked pussy, and as he stood there I saw his trousers tent out as his cock grew.

My dad didn't actually touch me; he just looked and then left my bedroom without closing my door properly as it would have made a clicking noise if it had closed fully. I was definitely curious, what had my dad done with my knickers, I jumped out of bed, I didn't bother looking for my nighty even though I now had the time to find it. I tip-toed across the hallway to my parent's bedroom, my dad hadn't fully closed his door either, his room was in total darkness, I crouched down and eased his door open a little further, I could just make out that my dad was now totally naked on his bed and he had my dirty panties in his hand wrapped around his erection.

Suddenly my dad's face lit up, he was holding his iPhone in his left hand while his right hand was rubbing my knickers up and down his cock shaft. Because of the darkness and the size of the iPhone screen, I could see the pictures he was looking at reasonably clearly, one was definitely Sarah Green, there were other girls too, and as he began to grunt and shake through his climax the picture on the screen of his phone was difficult to make out, a triangle of white and what looked like legs but because the picture was taken without a flash in very poor light it was hard to see, even though I had worked out that the picture was actually me, I hadn't seen his phone in his hand but it must have been there while he was looking at me earlier.

I watched as my dad carefully wiped all of the semen from his cock into the gusset of my school knickers, then he threw his phone on the bed and turned and sat up, I realised that he was coming my way, so I ran back to my room on the tips of my toes again, I jumped under my top sheet and covered my head again, I got out of sight just as the door opened a crack and my dad dropped my now dripping wet panties into my laundry basket.

I didn't sleep a wink all night, I heard my mother get home from work around six thirty in the morning so I got up, slipped my dressing gown on, I still hadn't put my nighty on. "You look terrible darling; you need to get to bed earlier." My dad walked into the kitchen at that point, "What time did you make Victoria go to bed last night?" My dad realised that my mother was spoiling for a fight, "I didn't make her go to bed at all, she went up on her own at around nine-fifteen without me saying anything to her!" My dad took a cup of tea and a slice of toast into his home office, my mother said under her breath, "I'd be surprised if you even knew she had gone to bed, spending all your time in there!" More for her own benefit than mine or my father's.

As usual mother went up to bed about fifteen minutes before I left to catch the school bus. I went into my dad's home office to kiss him goodbye, I had done the same thing several hundred times and each time I had kissed him on his cheek or he had kissed me on mine. As I walked in the room, he had been typing a text message on his mobile phone and he turned it face down before I got to his desk so I couldn't see what he had been texting. This time, instead of offering my father my cheek to kiss I puckered my lips, my dad gave me a very sweet smile and he kissed me on the lips for the first time in as long as I could remember, as he kissed me he patted my bottom too.

"Hey, you did look terrible this morning, are you sure that you went to bed by nine-thirty as I told you too?" "Yes, of course I did, I couldn't sleep very well though!" "Did you have a nighty on in bed?" "No, I was too hot, I didn't have anything on in bed and I only had a top sheet covering me but it was still too hot to sleep properly."

As I went through the door out of his office my dad got right back to his texting again. I walked to the bus stop where I would catch the school bus, I could see some of the other kids that got on with me but before I crossed the last road to where we all had to wait a car cut across the road in front of me. It was Frank's car and he wound the window down and told me to get in his car.

"I have to go to school!" I wasn't worried what would happen if I got into Frank's car, after all I knew that he wanted to have sex with me but I had stopped him the night before but after he found out who my father was I would guess that Frank wouldn't take no for an answer again. "You don't have to go to school today, your father is going to ring in and tell them that you're sick!" "What?" "Get in and I'll show you!"

I got into Franks car and he showed me his phone screen, a text message with photograph attached, the message read, "What do you think of my little girl now?" And the picture was the one my dad had masturbated to the night before, the one that was very poor quality and I had thought showed little above my belly button but up close I could see one of my thirty-two inch 'B' cup breasts peeping out from under the corner of the sheet. Frank pressed the button to show his reply to my father's message, "She looks lovely, would you like me to have a try for her, see if I can open her up for you?" Frank showed the rest of the message strings, the basic thrust of the twelve exchanges was that my father wanted Frank to try and have sex with me, my father didn't want me to be hurt but he definitely wanted Frank to fast track me into the bedroom for him. The last message from Frank to my father read, "If you don't get a message by nine o'clock, assume that I have Vicky interested and go ahead and ring the school, tell them she's ill and might not be in school for a few days."

Frank drove out of the village taking the route that the school bus always took, "Is that the girl that your dad had in his car last night?" Sarah Green was waiting at the side of the road on her own, her house was right on the edge of the village and she was the only one that went to our school from that far out. Frank pulled up at her side, "Sarah, want to come and play with us today?"

Sarah saw me sitting at Frank's side and gave me an awkward smile, "Hey Vicky!" "Hey." Sarah crouched down and looked past me to Frank, she looked a little worried, "Johnny Kent told me that he had been teaching you a few things, he thought that you and his daughter could continue your education together, you could get to be very good friends." I saw Sarah blush a little and then she relaxed a little, she still couldn't look me in the eye though but she did get in the back of the car.

Frank pulled off onto the long driveway to the house we were at the day before, there were still four cars on the drive that weren't there when Tim and I arrived so I assumed that they were guests that had stayed over from the party or who had to go home without their cars. Frank led us around the back of the house, as soon as Sarah spotted the table loaded with alcohol and stopped off to make herself a drink while I followed closely behind Frank into the kitchen area of the house.

I recognised John, the owner of the house and his wife Ruby was in the kitchen cooking breakfast, there were five other men sitting around the dining table eating breakfast, Frank stood at the table in front of the five men and said, "Sarah, the girl out by the pool is fair game, do her as hard as you want, she's just meat that no one cares about but young Victoria here is the daughter of one of our own, he wants her gentled for him by tonight if possible."

A bald headed man got to his feet, he was very much over weight, close to twenty stone and like many fat men he had a body odour problem and like many wealthy men he had an attitude problem as well. He swaggered out onto the poolside and started to undress, he ordered Sarah to strip too, she was very slow to respond so he shouted at her to strip. I watched as the man forced Sarah onto her knees and made her take his cock, even though he was being quite violent as he fucked her in her mouth, Sarah just took it all.

After a few minutes of face fucking, Sarah was pushed onto her back at the side of the pool and the man climbed on top of her and began to fuck her as hard as he could, throwing every ounce of his almost twenty stone weight down on top of her, I could hear Sarah grunting as her breath was knocked out of her with every thrust of the man's body, I could also hear her crying, "Why doesn't she push him off? Or at least tell him to stop, he's hurting her!" Frank wrapped his arms around me, "She's just a fuck toy, a whore that no one, including herself cares about, if he got off of her now she would beg him to carry on until she gets his seed in her belly. You won't be treated like her because your father is respected by our group and he cares about you!"

Frank led me away even though I was trying to keep watching Sarah being fucked by the fat man as another man from the group was standing at their side and was undressing himself, getting ready to take his turn with Sarah. In the guest bedroom two of the women from the evening before were getting dressed, not in their best party frocks and bikinis, but in their normal casual clothes, both had been transformed from elegant women of the night before into two fifteen year old school girls, complete with school uniforms from the same school that I went too. John was in the room with them, "Did we agree on two hundred each?" One of the girls nodded her head, "You pass on your friend's share of this when you see them at school next time!" I saw a big fat wad of pound notes being passed from John to the girl who had nodded her head to him before.

Ruby called out that the taxi was there for the girls, "There's only two left, the others all went home with some of the guys last night." "I wish I'd known, I've paid more for the nine seat taxi." Frank let go of my arm, I'd love to stay and watch you and John but I guess that you need a little practice before you'll enjoy men watching you getting fucked, remember, don't say no, your dad wants you to go all the way with us so that you'll be ready and waiting for him when he gets home from work."

Frank left the guest bedroom with just John and I in it alone. As John moved in on me I could still hear Sarah grunting rhythmically as the second guy was between her legs, well, I assumed it was the second man as I couldn't hear the sound of human blubber slapping down on top of her anymore.

John kissed me quite gently as he started to unbutton my blouse, he was whispering sweet nothings as he pulled my sleeve off of my arm. I had expected John to jump on me like the fat man had done to Sarah, especially as he seemed to have my father's permission to fuck me. John undressed us both in turn and when I was totally naked John eased me down onto my back and put his head between my legs and used his tongue as if it were a cock in my cunt hole and all around, pussy lips and clit as well.

John seemed to be determined to drive me crazy with his mouth, he brought me to a climax and then used all of his skills to keep me hovering just inside the cone of pleasure caused by my climax. He wasn't doing it like Tim had done, one massive orgasm, he was doing it as I would have if I were masturbating myself, low levels of pleasure but unlike me, when I got to my orgasm I would have stopped, John just kept going on and on and on!

Ruby turned up out of the blue, I didn't hear her come in, she sat next to my head on the bed and the first I knew that she was there was when she was brushing stray strands of sweat soaked hair out of my eyes. "She looks like she could do with a break darling, why don't you both come out to the pool and have a cold drink?"

John slapped my bum as he pushed himself up from the bed, "You can have a dressing gown if you're feeling a little shy Victoria but I'm sure that everyone would love to see you in the nude out by the pool." It crossed my mind to ask for a gown but Frank had seen me totally naked in the car the night before and my dad had taken that picture of most of my naked body and I guessed that if my dad sent my picture to Frank, he had probably sent it to the others as well.

I held my head high as I followed John and Ruby out to the poolside, even though I was shaking with fright deep inside. Frank actually made us all our drinks, Sarah was on her back still, with a third man humping up into her body, the man was asked if he wanted a drink and he stopped momentarily to look up at Ruby who was asking the question but Sarah hooked her heels over his bottom and pulled him back down on to her, "Don't stop now, finish off first." She almost begged.

I had finished my drink before the guy fucking Sarah grunted his load into her, my drink was a twenty, eighty mix of Vodka and Coke, light on the Vodka, heavy on the Coke with a ton of ice in it too. I watched as Sarah's drink was mixed, it was pretty much the other way around. The men were in a circle discussing something important while Sarah finished her drink. I realised that they were talking about who was going to fuck Sarah next, the fat man said, "I think she should be introduced to Pedro!" everyone burst out laughing, there was a broad consensus that Sarah would love a Mexican for her next partner, John wandered off to the barn while Ruby went into the store room at the back of the garage.

Frank and a younger man came over to me, Frank asked me how I felt, I shrugged my shoulders, "Okay I guess." "Victoria, this is Robert, he's only twenty so he hasn't had as much experience as the rest of us but he has promised to be very gentle with you if you'll let him fuck you!"

I was standing naked in a group of men who were mostly naked too but I blushed at the mention of the word fuck. Robert held out his hand for me to take it, that was a departure from the norm for the group, they usually took, they didn't usually offer their hand to be taken.

I reached out and held Robert's hand, he gave me a little peck of a kiss on the lips and then he led me back towards the guest bedroom, I heard a strange noise, a kind of braying I looked over my shoulder, Sarah was being pulled onto a kind of vaulting horse and two of the men were holding her arms. Pinning her to the leather covered box, the braying was coming from a donkey that John was leading by a halter towards the group by the false horse. Ruby was spraying something onto Sarah's bottom and as soon as the spray hit warm flesh the donkey started to go wild, trying to pull away from John's restraining hand and then Robert pulled me into the bedroom. As Robert eased me down onto the bed I heard Sarah screaming her head off by the pool.

Robert was in no hurry to fuck me either, there was lots of kissing, lots of rubbing, Robert got me to play with his cock and balls, then after an hour or more he said, "Are you ready, you feel ready, you're really wet down there." As we had been kissing and playing together, Robert had eased first one finger up into my vagina and then another and he had brought me off, not with clitoral stimulation as I had always done in the past but by rubbing his fingers in and out of my cunt.

Robert eased his body over mine and placed his cockhead at the entrance to my vagina, "Okay, this might hurt a little but don't be scared, my two fingers are only slightly thinner than my cock." Robert eased his cock into my grasping pussy, I could feel my inner muscles gripping and relaxing as Robert's cock eased into me.

Robert took fifteen to twenty minutes just to get his cock all the way in me, "You still okay?" I was already gasping through an orgasm just from feeling the fullness of my pussy, it took all the bodily control I could muster but I managed to nod my head and Robert pulled his hips back about four inched and eased in again, "Still okay?" I nodded again and now Robert started to fuck me slowly.

Again, Robert was in no hurry, he just fucked me slowly for twenty minutes, I was having small earthquakes of mini orgasms over and over again, then he kissed me one last time and began to speed up, turning little earthquakes of orgasms to massive volcanic eruptions. Robert grunted a few times and then he fell against me as his seed flowed through my body like warm soup.

It took Robert a few minutes to get his breath back and haul his body off of mine, Ruby came into the bedroom as if by magic, she helped me off of the bed and into the bathroom where she sat me on the bidet, /"You know how to use this?" I nodded my head, "Make sure that you wash yourself thoroughly and when you're ready, just lay out on the bed through there." As I washed Robert's seed from my cunt I saw through the en-suite doorway that Ruby was changing the bed linen on the bed that I had just been fucked on, it worried me a lot when I saw that the sheet had quite a bit of blood on it. I looked down between my legs and saw that as well as semen flooding from my body there were clots of dried blood as well as a little fresh blood too.

I dried myself and wandered back into the bedroom, I looked out the back by the pool, no one was interested in Sarah anymore, no one but the donkey that is, I watched as the animal was sniffing Sarah's bottom, the area that Ruby had sprayed earlier, the donkey couldn't seem to stop itself, it was like it was drawn by a magnet to Sarah's bottom, she wasn't being held anymore, she was just lying, face down on the back of the vaulting horse, I watched as the donkey's cock grew out of its sheath, being a country girl it wasn't the first time I had seen a horse's cock grow so I wasn't at all surprised when a thing almost as long as a man's arm grew out from under the donkey with a flange almost the size of a clenched fist.

The donkey jumped up on Sarah's back, stabbing its cock around her bottom wildly before finding its target and the wild, frenetic, thrusting changed into long controlled thrusting, then the donkey brayed out wildly, lifting its head and showing its teeth to the world before the strength and power slipped away from its cock and its cock slipped away from Sarah's cunt and, what looked like a bucket of cum fell out of Sarah's cunt.

I had actually seen a horse mating before and when the male finished its duty, it usually trotted away, the donkey though was still fixed by its nose to Sarah's bottom and within a few minutes it was starting to grow another hard-on, I heard Ruby's voice saying, "John, for god's sake put Pedro back in his stable and wash the pheromones off of that girl's arse before the poor old donkey kills himself or the girl."

Hearing Ruby's voice reminded me that she had told me that when I was ready for another visitor all I had to do was lay back on the bed, that didn't make sense to me though but I climbed back on top of the bed, as soon as my back hit the crisp fresh linen the door opened and Frank walked in.

"You having a good time Victoria?" I smiled at Frank and nodded my head. "Usually I'd go fourth in line and fat Allan would go sixth but as your dad wants to fuck you as well tonight, everyone had decided to cut out a few steps, and it might hurt you a little more because my cock is fatter than Robert's cock but if you just do the two of us you won't be sore when your father takes third place later." Frank climbed on top of me and placed the tip of his cock against my vagina, he pushed twice and each time his cock bent away instead of opening my cunt up and going in.

"I think we might need Paul to open you up a little bit more!" I put my arms around Franks neck, I kissed him rather than him kissing me, I don't want one of the other's to do it, you're here now, you do it." Frank smiled and then kissed me again, "This is going to hurt you!" Frank took a hold of his cock and gripped its centre to try and stop it bending, he pushed again and I winced in pain but mainly because Frank was slightly off target, I reached down between my legs and guided Frank's cock so that it was exactly on target, "Wait a minute, I'll nod my head when I want you to push." Frank stopped pushing for a moment while I lifted my knees and reached around under my bottom, I placed my finger tips on either side of my labia and pulled my vagina open.

"Okay." I said as I nodded my head, Frank still had his cock in his fist and he fell forward using his whole body weight to force his cock into my body, as soon as I began to open up I started screaming at the top of my lungs and carried on screaming until Frank's balls hit my bottom. Frank stopped pushing and gave me a chance to get accustomed to his size.

Frank was just fucking me very slowly; every thrust was like someone trying to rip my body apart but the pleasure that was coming through with the pain made me want Frank to carry on even though he kept asking me over and over if I wanted him to stop. Frank fucked me very slowly for over an hour before he let fly and turned up the speed so that he could climax. The second Frank rolled off of me Ruby was there, helping me off of the bed once again, she took me through into the house and to the large family bathroom where there was a tub full of hot water waiting for me. "You have a nice long soak in there Vicky; Frank will run you home in an hour, so your neighbours will think you've caught the school bus home."

I had a long soak in the bath, I actually fell asleep in the steaming hot water, Frank woke me up, he had a large bath sheet and my school uniform with him, Frank helped me to dry myself and then watched as I got dressed, I went around all of the men that were left there and kissed them all, the men that had been in the queue to fuck me but that had agreed to the short cut so that I only had full sex with two men instead of five, all asked me to promise to let them fuck me at some party in the future, when it was fat Alan's turn to ask me I sniffed at him, "I will, but only if you have a shower first!" Fat Alan looked pissed off at me for saying that but everyone else applauded and cheered me loudly for making my comment.

Frank drove me and Sarah home, as I got out of his car on the main road he said, "Your dad won't be late home this evening, you can be sure of that." Frank reached into the back seat and took out an overnight bag, "Ruby put this together for you, when you get home, try it all on, your dad will love to see you in it." I felt a little guilty because I had kissed all of the men goodbye but I hadn't thought about Ruby at all, I didn't even thank her for looking after me.

My dad wasn't home when I got there but I hadn't expected him to be, he never got home before six o'clock as a rule so I had plenty of time to get ready for his arrival. I looked through the bag that Ruby had sent with Frank for me to wear, the bag contained a unitard, and a bun ring for my hair, the only other things in the bag were a note and a pair of ridiculous long spike heels on a pair of dancing pumps. The note read, 'Your dad had to masturbate every time he watched you dancing at a ballet recital, dress up and pretend that you are rehearsing for a school ballet performance when he comes home, don't forget to do your hair in as tight a bun as possible and to use really showy makeup so that even people at the very back of the auditorium can see that you have it on. Don't wear anything under the unitard and don't worry that it is two sizes too small for you, the material is really stretchy.'

I looked around the house for somewhere that I could practice my old ballet routine, the living room was far too obvious a place and the dining room, kitchen and my dad's office were too small. I went to my bedroom, if the bed wasn't in the room it would be plenty big enough to practice, it was all so much easier when I was smaller, I could dance anywhere. I flipped my bed onto its side, mattress and divan box only took up around two feet of space by the window and left me with a huge area to dance in, after I hid Tim's shirt once again.

I had given up ballet classes just before my ninth birthday, I had said that it was because it made my ankles and calves hurt but really, it was because of the four or five hours of practice I had to do every week. Remembering that made me shiver, it meant that I had been only eight the last time I danced in a recital I had only been eight years old. The note from Ruby said that my father had masturbated after watching me dance and thinking back, my dad would rush off to the toilet at the intermission and as soon as the performance was over, he was always gone before the audience had finished clapping.

It took me close to thirty minutes to get my hair into a tight bun, pulling my hair so tight always gave me a headache, which was another reason that I gave up ballet. It took twenty minutes to do my makeup and then I stepped into the unitard totally naked and struggled to pull it up and over my body. Because Ruby had deliberately given me a unitard that was too small for me the black material was so stretched that it was almost transparent. I had never walked in shoes with such high heels before so dancing would have been a problem but of course, being trained in ballet I spent most of the time while dancing on tip-toes, not on point as I was so young, in fact, at twelve I would just about be starting point training now if I were still taking classes.

It was just five-thirty when I put my dance music on from the last routine I had performed four years earlier and I began to dance, the same three minute routine over and over again, I must have repeated the routine about eight times when my bedroom door opened and my dad walked in. Even over the music I heard my father gasp when he saw the way I was dressed from behind, when I turned to face him, his reaction was more graphic than audible, a tent formed in his suit trousers.

I was still writhing in time with the music as my dad stepped into me, he ignored my arm movements and planted his lips directly against my own, his hand behind my head, holding my head still while the rest of my body moved in time with the music. As we kissed, my father struggled to unfasten his trousers, I felt them fall to the floor and my dad struggled to step out of them as they tried in earnest to trip him up.

I was pushed onto the floor and an eager finger tore at the crotch of the unitard to make a hole in the flimsy material in line with my cunt hole. As soon as the garment was fractured I was pushed onto my back and my father's cock was in me before my hair-bun hit the floor, my dad wasn't careful in the slightest, he wasn't gentle either, "Did that hurt?" "No, Frank and your other friends got me ready for you!"

My father pounded his meat into me for close to an hour, every time he came close to the boil he, somehow, managed to deflect everything and began pounding all over again. When my dad finally fired off it felt like someone had turned a hose pipe on inside of me, hot seed rushing into me before spilling out all over my bum, soaking the unitard completely as well as my carpet, fortunately right under where my bed would be later.

My father had done a little shopping of his own at lunchtime, he had brought me a thong, bra and suspender belt set, all in my size, stockings too as well as a mini dress. When I put the bra on it looked like someone had forgotten to put the cups in it when it was made, I had never seen what they call a shelf bra before, never mind try one on.

I dressed for my father and then he took me out for dinner in a posh restaurant, I was given wine and a wonderful three course meal, in the restaurant, I was definitely the centre of attention of lots of men, customers as well as staff. When we got home it was eleven o'clock, my dad set my bed up again and I thought my magical first day of sex might just be over, the clock would strike midnight and my dad would turn back into a mouse. I was wrong though, my dad took me to bed in my bed and we fucked all night long, I wasn't much into his overly hairy body but at least he smelled better than Fat Alan.

At five-thirty we finally stopped fucking, my dad had to be in his own bed by the time my mother got home from work. In forty-eight hours I had probably slept for around three hours so, naturally, when I got up for school, I looked like death warmed up, my mother took one look at me, then felt my forehead before saying, "You look even worse than you did yesterday, I think you're coming down with something, eat your breakfast, take a couple of Aspirins and then go back to bed. I heard my mother telling my dad to ring in to school for me, "Tell them she won't be in for the rest of the week.

I smiled inwardly as I finished my breakfast, I'd at least be well rested by the time my dad got home from work and I could have fun with him all night long.

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