That scene was repeated to a lesser or greater extent with all of the soloists, over the moon on stage and then let down within minutes of coming off. Emma Green had opened the show with the first solo and she also led the finale, dancing a tap solo to end the show. I had dinner with my parents in a restaurant around the corner from the theatre, they, as usual, raved over my own performances, they played down the fact that I wouldn't get my grade nine certificate this time. I was almost forced to eat a chocolate Sunday because, for the first time in ten years, my parents wouldn't be there for the second performance, we'd dance three complete shows, the first for all of our relatives, all the seats were free for that performance but the evening performance would be a full house, full of people who had paid a lot of money to watch young girls dance.

Dad kissed me goodbye at the stage door, he would be in the car park at the end of the show to pick me up, even though Mr Simon had offered to get all the dancers home after the show. The first half was almost the same as the first show. Emma Green dances the solo of her life, she was almost walking on air as a wave of sound washed over the stage from the full auditorium. I, again led the chorus through the wings and Emma brushed past me as she ran off stage, that was the first time that I realised that Emma hadn't put a unitard on under her costume and instead of running to the changing room, I saw her taking the stairs to the rehearsal rooms and classrooms under the theatre.

Emma had to be on an even greater high from the reception she got than earlier, I certainly was and I was at the back of the stage, not front and centre like Emma...I was glad that she hadn't come back to the changing rooms with me, the massive high Emma was on would have been followed by a massive crash and because she was dashing to the rehearsal rooms, her crash would happen down there instead of in front of me.

Emma was due to dance in the chorus line in two of the other scenes that I was in but she didn't turn up, it was fortunate that the chorus line in our dance school learned all of the dance routines and that there were more than enough extra girls to call on to step in to cover for missing dancers. I noticed that all of the soloists left the stage and went down to the rehearsal rooms and I hoped that there were no sharp implements down there, it must have been a sea of depression and despair for the soloists coming down off of massive emotional highs.

I was in the changing room checking my makeup ready for the finale, the jazz dance was just ending, the senior girls, over eighteens, were following the Jazz dance with a street-ballet fusion dance and then there would be the tap finale. Mr Simon came in the changing room, "You're about Emma's size aren't you Sarah?"

I nodded my head.

"Can you remember Emma's tap solo?"

"I've watched her do it a zillion times but I'm not sure that I could actually dance it on my own!"

"Well, I'm going to have to ask you to step up for the team, Emma is indisposed at the moment and, no matter how badly you do, it will be better than not having a soloist at all to lead the finale."

I was kind of shaking my head, I definitely didn't think that I was ready to front a performance.

"I can see that you don't believe in your own ability so I'm going to tell you the secret that every great soloist dancer knows. Like photographic models, the best always make love to the camera lens, a solo dancer has to make love to the audience...and to do that...just pick one man or woman, someone in the centre of the front row and imagine that you're in love with them, flirting with them, dancing just for them to make them love you!"

I led forty girls out onto the dance floor, forty girls wearing tap shoes, thirty-nine of us wearing our own costumes, dancing familiar tap steps, just one wearing someone else's costume and fudging a dance I'd only watched from the sidelines before but I had the secret, it didn't matter what I did on the stage, just so long as I focussed on a man in the front row and made him want me. I'd been dancing for ten years and had always been told to fix my focus on a spot above the audience's heads to block them out of my mind while I concentrated on the dance steps but for this dance I just had to make it look sexy.

I don't actually have the words to describe the effect on my body of dancing on the front of a stage, dancing for one man, while eight hundred other men, watched on, imagining my flirtatious dance was just for them. I could hardly hear the music I was dancing to, the pounding of my heart and my heavy breathing was drowning everything out. I deviated from the planned dance massively but, instead of going to pieces over it, I just kept imagining it was just me and the man I'd picked out in the middle of the front row and so long as he looked happy then I was doing all right.

I'd never felt so excited in my life before, I led the line of dancers off the stage at the end of the dance, Mr Simon was waiting for me and he turned me around and pushed me back out onto the stage. The clapping was deafening, it wasn't a sound, it was a wave of pressure washing over me, like a wave on a beach. Men all over the room were standing and clapping me, I was standing all alone on the stage for five minutes before Mr Simon allowed the chorus to line up behind me. I 'Welcomed' the other solo dancers onto the stage as they stood in line with me and took their own bows. Emma was the last to join me on stage, she was still wearing her opening costume from two hours earlier.

I was the last one left on stage, again, I was following hand signals from Mr Simon. When I finally left the stage I realised why the other soloists had been so excited, I was a jumble of emotions inside. Mr Simon took me down to the rehearsal room below the stage, there was a table full of cake and bottles of pop. All the girls were having a mini party, the soloists seemed to be with their fathers, standing around hugging or being hugged, I saw kisses though, not the kind of kisses a girl would usually give her own father.

I was introduced to all the men, they all shook my hand, congratulated me, kissed my cheek and one asked me if I drank.

"Not yet...not for the want of trying though, my parents keep the drinks cupboard securely locked!"

"Well, if you promise not to tell anyone you can try a little Prosecco with me."

"Cool, what's Prosecco?"

"It's an Italian wine a lot like Champagne, I've brought frizzante, it isn't as sparkly as real champagne so you don't get so drunk from drinking it."

I had my first ever glass of sparkling wine and the man that poured it for me, Robert Fletcher, was a wealthy business man. He had two daughters of his own but they were grown up, actually, his eldest daughter. Carol Fletcher, was a teacher at my school. Robert spent an hour talking to me, trying to get to know everything about me. I started to worry about my father, "Erm Mr Simon, my father was coming to fetch me at nine o'clock, it's half past now!"

"I called your parents, I told your father that we had to wait for a diploma to be created for you, your grade seven tap dance diploma. He'll be here at ten o'clock!"

It was then that I realised that the girls who were being collected by their parents had already left, the only dancers that were still there were the ones that Mr Simon had organised transport for. Emma came up from the man she was standing with, "Hi Sarah, thanks for taking my place in the finale, I need to change into my finale costume though or my dad will ask why I'm still in my ballet costume."

It was a kind of tradition in dance schools that performers would just put a coat over their final dance costume to go home in. Emma guided me back up to the changing room, she was naked in a flash, there were bite marks on her neck and shoulder that she was covering up with makeup. I took her costume off but I wasn't naked, I still had my unitard on but Emma was totally naked. "Erm Emma, Robert Fletcher and that other man are watching us!"

Emma giggled, "That's Frank, he's rich and dreamy, he's very generous if you make him happy."

"How would you make him happy?"

"Like this!" Emma walked to the doorway, still totally naked and she stood on the tips of her toes to kiss him on his lips.

Robert looked on awkwardly and then he came further into the room, he put his hand on my shoulder and then stroked it around to the back of my neck, do you kiss boys like Emma yet?"

I looked at Emma, "I've kissed boys before but never naked like Emma."

I swallowed hard as I looked in Emma and Frank's direction and saw where he was touching her.

"Would you like to kiss a boy while you were wearing a flesh coloured body stocking?"

Robert applied pressure to the back of my neck, pulling my face closer to his, I closed my eyes as his mouth closed in on mine. Forget counting Mississippi's as we kissed, our lips were locked together long enough for us to have walked to the Mississippi!"

The stage manager's intercom crackled, "Miss Clarke, your father is waiting at the stage door, Sarah Clark, your father is here for you!"

I panicked but Robert calmed me down, "Your father won't come in, the doorman won't let him." Robert watched as I put my unworn finale costume on so that my father wouldn't ask awkward questions. I pulled my coat on and grabbed my bag of stuff, Robert gave me one last passionate kiss just out of site of the stage door and Mr Simon found us there, he gave be a roll of imitation velum with a wax seal and a ribbon holding it closed and with my diploma in my hand, I joined my father at the stage door.

I sat in the front seat of my father's car for the ten mile drive home but I didn't see any of the journey. I was mentally going through every boy I'd kissed in my short life, nothing compared with the kisses that I'd just had with Robert Fletcher. I also remembered what I'd seen Frank and Emma doing as they kissed and thought that what they did was a better way to wind down after the excitement of dancing a solo and getting a standing ovation than sitting on your own in a grubby changing room on your own falling into a dark abyss.

I hadn't noticed that my father's car had stopped, his face suddenly loomed in front of my face. I wasn't really there mentally, I saw a man's face up close and closed my eyes and pressed my lips against his.

Fortunately my father saw the funny side of my kiss, he told my mother all about it, said that I was 'Out of it'. I walked from the kitchen to the hallway and stopped, "She was totally turned on after the performance...apparently she had to lead the finale, she danced the tap solo that Emma Green did during the morning show and according to the stage doorman she was better than Emma, she killed the dance and got a standing ovation as well as four curtain calls at the end. She was climbing the curtains while she was waiting for her diploma to be produced."

I went straight to bed, there was another performance on Sunday afternoon so I needed to rest, sleep and recharge my batteries. After breakfast there was a telephone call, my father answered and as he was talking about the dance recital I assumed he was talking to Mr Simon. I waited with my heart in my mouth, in my head I was going through all kinds of awful scenarios, they had cancelled the last performance, they had cancelled my dance routines, they had cancelled me...there was even a single thought that Mr Simon was telling my father what I'd been doing with Robert Fletcher.

I followed my dad through to the kitchen, he kissed my mother, she looked surprised by the sudden overt show of affection, "That was Frank, Emma Green's father. Because our Sarah stood in for her at the last minute after she got a touch of stage fright, Frank wants to pick our Sarah up to take her to the recital and after the show, he wants to take Sarah out to dinner with his family...I know that it's a school night but I told Frank that Sarah didn't have to be home until eleven o'clock tonight!"

Mum started to say that she wasn't happy that I'd be home so late but dad cut her off, "Vicky, a whole day...just the two of us...when was the last time we had nothing at all to do on a Sunday but think of just the two of us?"

Mum blushed and looked away from me and my dad gave a dirty chuckle. Time dragged for the rest of the morning, every minute lasted for an hour. The phone rang in the afternoon, it was Frank again, he asked if I was ready and if he could pick me up a little early as Emma was having a bit of a panic attack after fluffing her grand finale the day before and he thought that I might calm her down a little if I were there to help her get ready.

I watched Frank walk down my drive and shake my father's hand, well, I recognised Frank and if he really was Emma's dad, everything I'd seen them doing for an hour, kissing, touching and fondling the day before were highly inappropriate.

I got in the back of Frank's Bentley Mulsanne, the back seat was bigger than my bed and there was more floor area than in my bedroom, mind you, the car cost the same as our house, it was a quarter of a million pounds for the base model and that didn't have the lamb's wool carpets in the back that Frank's car had. Frank seemed a little shaky when he drove the car away from my house, he took the corner as if the car were an articulated lorry rather than a top marquee limousine and he heaved a sigh of relief as he pulled to a stop just around the corner. A man in a uniform opened Frank's door and frank climbed into the back of the car with me.

Frank's driver took over the reins of the limousine, driving us to a tower block on the edge of Milton Keynes. It was a long walk from the roadside to the front door of the flats, Frank had his hand on my shoulder as we climbed into the lift, "Remember that for the next fifteen minutes I'm your father." Emma's father was grateful for my dad taking the trouble to drive so far out of his way to pick Emma up, her father didn't own a car and had to borrow a car to run Emma around.

I helped Emma to carry her stuff to the lift with Frank bringing up the rear. "How come you go to a school in Kettering when you live right over here?"

"Don't tell anyone but we use my gran's address, the schools here in Milton Keynes are terrible and it's only one bus ride away." That was the last of the conversation, the lift doors closed and Frank leaped on Emma and their mouths never parted until the lift doors opened on the ground floor. Just in case Emma's father could see us from his balcony Frank put his hand on my shoulder as if he really was my father to walk out of the building.

Once in the car Emma and Frank were all over each other again, all the way from her tower block to the theatre. The car pulled up opposite the stage door and Emma handed me her bag,

"Mr Simon will need my soloist costumes, I'll be back after the finale to get changed into my tap costume and if Mr Simon asks you to open the show today, don't wear your unitard under my costume, the silk against your skin will feel sexy and you don't feel so restricted so you can move more freely, you'll look a lot sexier as well, the men will prefer to see more of your skin as well."

Once inside the theatre's back stage area I went looking for Mr Simon, he already knew that Emma wasn't going to dance again today, "So Miss Clarke...are you ready to take Miss Green's place in the opening number?"

I was saying no in my head but some kind of craziness took over me and made my head move up and down in a yes.

"If you take the lead in the opening number, you have to be even sexier than you were in the finale yesterday!"

"I'll try."

I got changed, I instantly saw what Emma had meant when she said that her costume felt sexy. Just moving slowly around the changing room, the soft silk seemed to stroke and caress my intimate parts, it was actually so sensual that I seriously considered taking it off again and strangling my body into my unitard again but fortunately, I was called up to the wings early to take last minute instructions from Mr Simon before the dance started.

I had to perform a leap from the wings onto the stage, I landed and spun around, I quickly scanned the front row, the centre aisle seat of the front row jumped out at me, Robert Fletcher was clapping me sitting front and centre of the audience. I smiled at him and then concentrated on performing just for him. I was dripping wet from the start, not from sweat, but from excitement, dripping from between my legs from the moment I saw him, I was so wet down there that my dance knickers were getting darker and darker as I danced. The ten minute routine seemed to take an hour and I never wanted it to end.

I ran off the stage, Mr Simon was waiting for me in the wings, he gave me a hug, kissed my forehead and congratulated me on my ballet performance. "If you need to be alone to come down you can wait in the changing rooms, get changed for your dance in the chorus of the fifth dance, if you want company, you can go down to the rehearsal room, the party is waiting for you down there and you can sit out the rest of the dances until the finale if you like."

I walked down the stairs to the rehearsal room, Robert Fletcher had beaten me down there, he was waiting for me with a bottle of wine in his hands, Robert wasn't alone, there were five other men waiting around the table. Robert apologised for the wine, it was Prosecco again, "It's the same wine basically but Alan brought this one only it's a spumante this time, Alan likes his girls to get drunk faster."

The bubbles tickled my nose, feeling Robert's hands on my naked ribs tickled a totally different place. For the first ten minutes all six men were around me, they all wanted to congratulate me, they all wanted a kiss, they all wanted to shake my hand...excuse to hold my hand really...when I first arrived in the rehearsal room I'd been given the large glass of sparkling wine, Robert had kissed my forehead and his hand was on my ribs, I kept being turned to face another man, the kisses moved from my forehead to my cheek and finally to my lips. In my life to yesterday I'd kissed four boys and one man that I wasn't related to, all of a sudden, five more men and each one was using tongues rather than just lips.

When Gail King arrived in the rehearsal room after the second set the men split up, Robert, John and Alan stopped fussing around me and the other three welcomed Gail, she also had a large glass of sparkling wine but hers had a double brandy in the glass as well. I was still letting the three men with me kiss me but my eyes were on Gail and the other men. Gail wasn't just letting men kiss and touch her, she was definitely kissing and touching back.

Gail stopped the rounds of kissing and took a hold of one man's hand, she put her half empty glass down on the table and she guided the man into one of the small theory classrooms so suddenly I had five men buzzing around me again for three minutes until Amber Smith walked down the stairs. Alan almost ran to her side, he handed her a glass of sparkling and guided her past my group of suitors and straight into classroom two. And then there was four, all touching me, all wanting a turn at kissing me...I have to say that being the centre of such a horny group of men was as much of a turn on as dancing the way I did on stage at the beginning of my performance.

I'd been turned so my back was to Robert, he was kissing the back of my neck as John was kissing me on my lips, Robert whispered, "If you want me to yourself, we need to pinch the last classroom before the next soloist comes down!"

I loved being the centre of attention of four men vying for my attention but the thought of it just being me and Robert and being able to concentrate on him was appealing. I nodded my head and Robert pulled me away from the other men and we went into the last vacant classroom. Robert sat me on the desk at the front of the room, my back to the open doorway, he pulled my legs wide open and stood with his abdomen pressing against my pussy mound. I felt his dick grow and push against the silk through his trousers.

We kissed and I felt his hand easing up under my bra cup, covering my bare breast. he pulled his tongue out of my mouth and whispered, "Are you still a virgin?"

I nodded my head.

"Are you desperate to stay that way?"

I shrugged my shoulders and giggled, suddenly my bra fell forward, Robert's hands were nowhere near the clasp at the back of my bra strap, I started to turn my head to see who had unfastened my bra but Robert stopped me. He pulled my bra out of the way so now I was sitting on the table with my breasts exposed and Robert was happily nursing against my nipples.

Now that my breasts were exposed Robert's hands started working between my legs, he eased the crotch of my knickers to one side and began rubbing the soft flesh between my legs. I was gasping for breath, it was a good thing his lips were on my tits, I'd have been unable to get enough air to feed my muscles if his tongue was still down my throat.

I heard the faint sounds of clapping from above again, another solo had just finished, I should have been in the chorus of the next dance but at that moment I was being encouraged to lift my bottom so Robert could pull my knickers down.

I sat totally naked on the table, totally naked and not the slightest bit embarrassed about being totally naked with a fully dressed man kissing me and exploring my body. "How many boyfriends have you had Sarah?"

"None really yet."

Robert eased my pussy lips open and rubbed the tip of his middle finger up and down my inner pink flesh, I was looking down, watching as he rubbed, my inner pink was turning redder as the blood was pulled around my sex, I was almost glowing down there, he lifted my chin and kissed me again. "How many boys have you kissed?"

"Not counting relatives, five including you."

He smiled and kissed me again, he was twisting his finger, the tip of it was against my inner passageway and he was gently easing me open as his finger invaded my inner depths.

"Have you seen a boy's cock?"

"Yes."

"Have you touched a boy's cock?"

"yes."

"How many?"

I shrugged my shoulders as I considered his question, "There are eighteen boys in my class at school, I have twenty first cousins that are boys, there are another...erm...probably a hundred!"

"You've touched the cocks of a hundred boys but only kissed four of them?"

"Boys are more interested in having their cocks rubbed than in kissing and I've kissed more boys, just five that I wasn't related to."

"Didn't any of the hundred want to fuck you?"

"God yes but if I'd let them they would have bragged about it all over town. I only let a few of them take my knickers off and touch me."

"Would you like me to fuck you?"

"I think so."

"You'll have to take my cock out for me, it's kind of one of Mr Simon's little rules for a girl's first time."

Robert stepped back away from me a few inches, I considered just opening his fly and burrowing through the material of his trousers and underpants but changed my mind, if I was going to do this with him, I wanted to see his equipment first.

I unbuckled his trousers, yanked the clasp at his waistband and pulled his zipper down. I expected his trousers to fall down by themselves but they just stood their ground. I hooked my thumbs over the waistband of his trousers and underpants together and pushed them both down to his knees.

He whispered, "Put me in you, if it hurts too much just say and we can try again at the next dance recital."

As I reached down between our bodies to take a hold of his cock it ran through my mind, 'Not bloody likely, I've never been this close, I'm going to do it if it kills me!' and as I wrapped my thumb and middle finger around his cock and realised that the tip of my thumb didn't reach the tip of my middle finger so Robert's dick was far bigger than any cock I'd ever held in my hand before in my life, 'God he's huge, he might actually kill me!'

I rubbed the head of his cock up and down my gash to try and get the head of his cock or my pussy lubricated up a little and then I pushed down until I felt him slip forwards fractionally. He was engaged and I could let go of his cock as I started to pant, the pain hadn't actually hit me yet but I knew it was coming and I was getting ready to pant it away. Robert was really gentle getting in me, every time I gasped or took a deeper breath he stopped pushing and even backed out fractionally before starting again.

A dance sketch had just started as Robert's cock knocked at my virginal door and the sounds of clapping at the end of the dance was just ending when Robert said, "How does that feel?"

"I'm okay, keep going."

"I'm all the way in!"

I lifted my head and looked down between our bodies, Robert's bushy pubic hair was meshed in with my far sparser patch of fur. There was the sound of applauds, not, this time from the auditorium, the applauds were much closer, I twisted my upper body and managed to tilt my head back far enough to see seven fully dressed men standing behind seven naked girls and they were all clapping me. I was naked and being fucked by a man on a table but it didn't matter to me, my friends were welcoming me into womanhood, I wondered how many girls actually got an ovation from their friends as they lost their virginity.

Eight flashed in neon lights as Robert pulled his cock out about half an inch, seven girls watching and me, that made eight soloist including me...Robert pushed that half inch of cock back in and I purred and my lower back lifted off the table...there would be one soloist and a chorus line on stage and in around nine minutes time the last soloist would take to the stage...he pulled out an inch, the pause as he stopped pulling back was much shorter before he pushed back in, a little faster and a little harder, I groaned with pleasure and pain, my shoulders lifted and my head thrashed from side to side...nineteen minutes and then the interval...after the interval I'd need to change into...change...I mean get dressed of course as I was totally naked...into my costume for the tap finale.

Robert was now pulling back further and not stopping at all before pushing back in. The only sound I could make now was, "Huh.........huh..........Huh.........Huh........Huh.......Huh......Huh.....Huh....Huh...Huh..Huh.Huh" and then a scream as Robert's upper body fell on top of mine, he was grunting and breathing rapidly, his heart pressing against my breast so hard that I could feel it pounding rapidly as a feeling of warmth flooded my lower body.

There was another round of applauds as Robert pulled his cock all the way out of my body. I looked down between us again, I expected to see mess...I'd just lost my virginity, there should have been blood, guts and gore but no, there was a string of semen hanging from the eye in his cock but then that was all I could see. I covered my face with a look of surprise and confusion at the lack of mess, Robert looked down as well, "You don't have to worry, I've taken the virginity of dozens of dancers, they often don't bleed. Because of all the training and dancing you girls often rip your hymen way before come to cock time."

Robert pulled me upright into a sitting position and there was a 'SPLOT' on the floor below my feet, I looked down, it looked like a raw egg on the floor with no yoke and it had fallen out of my pussy.

I sat watching my lover pull his pants and trousers up and fasten them, I remained naked as were all the other girls. We went out into the rehearsal room and picked at the food on the tables, food and a little more wine. I sat on his knee as I ate a little cake and he held my glass of wine. It seemed very weird to me, we'd done the fucking thing and I expected that it would have been all clandestine when I lost my virginity...quick bunk up with a boy close to my own age and after, scuttle our separate ways and never talk about it again, not to each other, just to our friends...

And now, after filling my pussy with his cream he wanted to get into the small talk. I sat on his knee eating cake and sipping wine as he rattled his questions off at me.

"What is your favourite colour...who are your favourite pop singers...what is your favourite type of meal...what's your favourite holiday destination...What do your parents do for a living?"

"My mother is an office cleaner and my dad used to work in a plastic factory."

"Plastic factory...which one?"

"Kettering Injection Mouldings."

"Really, 'KIM' is a great place to work, why did your father leave there?"

"The new owners moved the machine he looked after to Poland, they offered him a job in Poland but he didn't want to go so they made him redundant."

"Oh, that's not right...I thought that the new owners had promised that there wouldn't be any redundancies after they took over."

I was relaxing into our chat when Mr Simon came down, he clapped his hands, "Dancers, costumes for the second half, Sarah...chorus for the street dance scene please and then lead the tap finale."

I changed into the street dance costume and was at the back of the stage, I was disappointed to see Robert's seat was empty as I started to dance. I wondered who he was seducing while I was dancing.

I did the final solo dance and went down to the rehearsal room, Robert was just coming through the stage door, he scooped me into his arms, "Want to come for a meal, just me and you...Frank told your father that you wouldn't be home until eleven o'clock so we have over an hour."

I got changed into my street clothes and we went to a cheap restaurant to eat. Robert took me home, we were ten minutes early and so we sat at the end of my road snogging until it was time for me to go home.

My parent's bedroom light was on and every other light was out. I could see shadows on their curtains and I could hear my mum making a similar noise to the one I was making earlier when Robert was pounding his cock into me. I put my key in the lock but the key hole was blocked so I had to ring the doorbell. My father came down the stairs dressed in just a dressing gown with nothing under it, he opened the front door for me and looked past me, "Isn't Frank and Ella there?"

"Frank couldn't get his car down the road, Mr Parker and Mrs Brent are parked opposite each other so the end of the road is too narrow."

My dad spotted something in the doormat and bent down to pick it up, I had to turn my head quickly as the front of his dressing gown gaped open and I could see all the way down to his knees through the front of his dressing gown. There was an envelope on the door mat, 'Delivered by hand' written where the stamp should be and on the opposite corner, 'Premier Plastics Plc'

I was on the second step of the stairs when my dad shouted up to my mother, "There's a letter here from Mr Fletcher, he's just heard that I was made redundant and wants me to go and see him in the morning to discuss a job."

"Mr Fletcher, I thought he died, that's why Premier sold Kettering Injection Mouldings to the Germans."

"Not old man Fletcher, his son, Robert!"

I gasped as I heard the name...that's why Robert wasn't in the front row to watch me dance in the second half, he was over at my house offering my father a job.

My mother and father had fucked all evening while I was at the dance recital and after getting the good news from Robert they forgot all about me and they screwed all night long, keeping me awake through most of it. At breakfast the next morning there were very red faces on my parents while I just had a contented smile on my face.

At school I sat next to Ann Davies in the front row, Ann was one of my best friends outside the dance circuit, Miss Fletcher made me sit next to Kenso Patterson at the back of the room, just one of the eighteen boys in my class. I'd rubbed his cock several times in the past and today wasn't going to be any different. Within seconds of the lesson starting Kenso had his zipper down and his cock standing to attention in the open air and I spent the next forty minutes rubbing his cock with my left hand as I took notes with my right hand.

I was held back at the end of the lesson, "My father told me that he saw you dance yesterday, he said that you were very good, I'll have to go with him the next time you dance so I can watch you perform!"

I went to the morning break confused...was Miss Fletcher telling me that she knew what I'd done with her dad? Why did she sit me next to Kenso Patterson? Could she see what I was doing with Kenso at the back of the classroom?

The boys from my class were waiting for me at the door to the playground, I was taken, almost against my will, to 'Smokers Corner', the area notorious for being the last place the 'Warden' on playground duty would look. It didn't happen often that five boys were willing to get their cocks out together at the same time but it wasn't unheard of either. I was out of the way...out of the sight of adults...five boys and me and all five boys had their cocks out. I started rubbing two boys off at the same time, one in each hand. The 'Alpha' dog said, "We don't have time for you to rub us off two at a time, you need to use your mouth as well this time."

My head was pushed down, not against the 'Alpha' dog's cock but one of the lower grade boys so now I was servicing three at the same time, bent at the waist. 'Alpha' moved behind me and started rubbing his hard cock against the back of my skirt. I felt cold on the small of my back, he had flipped the back of my skirt out of the way and ne was rubbing his cock against the back of my knickers.

I felt his knees bend and his fingertips rubbing along the line of elastic around the left leg hole of my knickers, he yanked my knickers to one side and thrust his cock forward at the moment that I bent my knees and dropped down into a squat so his cock hit the back of my neck. I'd stopped him fucking me from behind but my weight dropping had torn my knickers from one leg to the other. I got three boys off just before the whistle went. I had to take my knickers off because the torn section was hanging down below the hem of my skirt.

I sat next to my friend Ann Davies for third period, front desk on the left side of the class room, right in front Of Mr Pritchard's desk. He kept looking at my knees and losing his thread as he took us through the formation of an 'Oxbow lake', like the formation of the lake, the lesson seemed to be measured in geological time!

We had to move classrooms for fourth periods, History of the industrial revolution; we were assigned tables to work on with partners. I was put with the boy who had tried to fuck me, the boy who had torn the crotch out of my knickers. Every time the teacher turned his back on us my skirt was lifted up so the other students around us could see that I wasn't wearing any knickers.

I thought that I was definitely in for a fucking over lunch break so I went straight to the dining room as soon as the lunch break bell sounded and I ate my lunch as slowly as I could. Emma Green ran in and wolfed her dinner down and as she was about to run out she saw me, "Sarah, want to come with me, I'm going to meet Frank for a snog in his back seat...I need someone to keep his driver happy!"

Well, if I was going to get fucked anyway, I may as well just have one man to do and not a bunch of boys from my class. We ducked out of school, dodged the watch towers and skipped over the searchlights and ran full pelt for the corner of the school boundary. Frank's limousine was tucked just out of sight down a side road, Emma told me to get in the front with Michael the driver and she jumped in the back with Frank.

Emma and Frank were fucking before the car cleared the side street, Michael unzipped his trousers as he drove and he pulled my head down into his lap. I'd expected to drive a short distance and park up before we got down to anything but I was wrong, we were fucking on the fly, fifty miles an hour around the ring road. It was okay for Emma and Frank, the Bentley had privacy glass in the back but I was gobbling the chauffeur in a greenhouse on wheels. I was kneeling on the front passenger seat with my bare arse in the air as I sucked his cock.

I had my second seminal drink of the day at five to one and at one o'clock Emma and I tumbled out of the Bentley in front of the school gates. We were both knicker-less as we ran down the school drive, me because mine were ripped apart earlier, Emma, because she didn't want to put hers back on with a snatch full of baby cream, she needed to dry out first.

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