I woke and had breakfast before getting showered and dressed for school, I turned my PC on, just to check my new messages, 'Hi, I got a message from 'Drop Box' that said my picture had one view. I assume that it was you but was surprised that I didn't get a response.'

That was it, that was all he wrote...I berated myself for being so childish, I'd been spending the past two years complaining that people didn't treat me like an adult and here I was, acting like a baby...just because a man had sent me a picture of his cock...what to do...what to do?

I searched through my picture files and found a picture of me on holiday wearing a bikini. Not the best picture in the world but it showed my figure. I cropped the picture down, cut it off at my chin and knees before I dropped it onto Colin's Drop Box wall and I opened his message again. 'Colin, thanks for your picture yesterday, it looked great thanks, I didn't want to respond until I could find something to add to your wall, the picture is six months old and taken on the beach at Frinton by the Sea.'

I spent a very confused day at school, would Colin blow his top at my attaching my bikini picture to his wall, would he be happy when he saw how young I was or would he be mad...would he even report my picture to my ISP and cause problems through them. I was dripping wet all day at school and I desperately wanted to masturbate but didn't have any privacy to 'Doodle' myself.

After my last lesson I ran all the way home from the school bus's drop of point...hoping to beat my mother home and get the privacy that I wanted.

I opened my computer with my left hand down the front of my knickers, I was already rubbing furiously as my linked-in account came up and potted a message from Colin, I took a deep breath and opened the message.

'Very beautiful, two items of clothing too many though for my liking!!!'

'I think I'm a little too young to go further than that in a picture...don't you???'

The reply was instantaneous, 'I believe that age is a mental state, if you feel too young...then you are too young. But if you feel old enough...then it doesn't matter what your chronological age is...you're old enough!'

I exploded under my finger as I read his message, he knew that I was young...too young by legal standards but he also understood that I felt older than my years. He knew that I was too young for his sexual interests but he still didn't care, he didn't even ask me exactly how old I was.

I was still breathless from my orgasm so all I did was send ':)' to Colin's linked-in account.

Another instant message from Colin, it was a link to a stories website, a story about a twelve year old girl who had an affair with her PE teacher. It was only a short story and I devoured it, detailed descriptions of the girl's deflowering, the girl in the story was Mandy Walker and her teacher was Colin Blake.

Alarm bells were ringing in my head, there was a girl in my class called Mary Walker and we had a PE teacher called Colin Black...Mary was, like me, twelve years old.

I went back to the top of the story, it had been written by C. Black. Wheels were rotating into place, the ultra fit body in the picture, Colin, the name of the man I was chatting with, the teacher in the story being called Blake but the story was written by 'C Black', the same name as my PE teacher.

I opened my linked-in account again, "Very sexy story Colin!'

I pressed send and I got the refresh wheel on my PC as the message left me and before the buffering had finished Colin had replied.

'Did you put yourself in Mandy's place in your mind when you read the story?'

'Yes...I did :)'

'Check my Drop Box wall again!'

"Sarah, are you up there on that damned PC again?"

I killed my connection to the internet, mum had obviously tried to get a connection for her own PC but because of our poor internet connection we could only run one PC at a time, "Small village, connected to the world by wet string!" my dad always said.

I helped mum to get dinner ready as she was downloading her work files, once the files were on her PC she would drop her connection and just work in her PC until way after my bedtime before she would send her files back to her office.

My mind was on the story...on Colin...on Mary Walker. Mary was on my linked-in list, perhaps it was via her account that I'd stumbled onto Colin's photograph in the first place.

We ate dinner together and I forced myself to sit in the lounge to watch TV with my mother and father for an hour before I announced, "Homework time!"

I kissed my mother and walked up behind my father as he sat in his chair, he had a girly magazine on his lap, he was looking at photographs of 'Barely legal girls'!

I leaned over his shoulder and I kissed his cheek. He almost jumped out of his skin and tried to hide the pictures he was looking at from me as well as the lump in his trousers. I looked towards my mother as she worked through her various files. I kissed my father on his ear and whispered, "Your secret's safe with me daddy darling."

He looked over his shoulder at me, a shocked expression on his face. I winked at him and I ran off to my bedroom. I opened my computer and opened the message that had been waiting for me for more than two hours.

'You didn't open my Drop Box?'

'Parent issues, I had to close my PC for a couple of hours!'

I opened Colin's Drop Box wall. The naked girl wasn't me...of coarse it wasn't, but I recognised the birthmark, it was my school friend Mary Walker. Her face was missing but her body was all there, her body and a man's hand opening her vaginal cavity up to the camera!

I realised from earlier that when I opened Colin's Drop Box he would be alerted to my presence. So I left the Drop Box screen open while I returned to Linked-in, I sent a message, 'Lovely picture...who is she?'

I also opened Mary Walkers Linked-in profile and checked to see if Colin's photograph was in there. I spotted it eventually, Mary's cousin Dawn sent her the original picture of Colin's buff body that I'd accidentally opened. I returned to the story of Mary's deflowering and in there it mentioned that Mary...or rather...in the story, Mandy's cousin introduced her to Colin.

I saw movement on Colin's Drop Box wall, a second naked picture of Mary popped on the screen and then a third and a fourth, the tenth picture was of Mary on Colin's lap, I recognised him from his muscled chest, Mary was naked, her legs were wide open and Colin's cock was buried up her cunt to his balls.

'The girl in the pictures is Mandy from the story.'

'Interesting series of pictures!!!'

'I've done about everything I can with Mandy, she's looking for a new owner now and I'm looking for a new girlfriend.'

I had a sudden thought, my dad was looking at pictures of girls that were over eighteen posing as much younger girls, I wondered if my dad would like to look at pictures of real girls who were around my age.

'Colin, could I pass on pictures of Mandy to a male friend of mine please?'

'Is he on email?'

'Yes...why?'

'I've had more experience of introducing girls to the world as well as men!!!'

I thought for five minutes before I sent Colin the next message.

'I'm a little worried that he's a happily married man with a family...he might not appreciate pictures of young girls.'

'I'll ease him in gently.'

I sent Colin my own father's email address and regretted it instantly.

I turned my computer off and went to sleep. In the morning my dad woke up in a good mood for a change, he was generally very crabby in the mornings and I put that down to him sharing a bed all night with the Ice Queen that I called my mother. I got an unexpected kiss on my forehead from my father as I sat down to breakfast just as he was taking his plate to the sink. He left the kitchen, taking his newspaper to read in the living room and, as I was heading back upstairs to my bedroom, I was grabbed and pulled down onto my father's knee, he gave me a tight hug out of sight of my mother and another kiss, this time not on my forehead or my cheek, he kissed me right on my lips and said, "Did you sleep well darling...I did!" he winked at me and kissed me again before he let me go and I ran for the stairs, looking back over my shoulder feeling very confused at my father's actions and the fact that as he pulled me onto his lap I could feel his boner pressing into my bottom through his dressing gown and pyjama bottoms and through my thin summer nighty.

As usual after breakfast, I started my PC while I had my shower and I was still wrapped in my towel as I sat in front of it, I had more than a dozen linked-in messages from Colin, I opened the first message, it was a copy of an email that was sent from Colin to my father using an untraceable email account...'A mutual friend has suggested that you may be in the market for information about young girls in your area that are looking for sex with adult males...if you are interested, I suggest that you set up an untraceable email account with 'Cyber Atlantis' and reply to me with the code word Mandy Walker in the subject line.'

Reading that message sent a thrill shockwave through my body. The second message was another copied email, this time the message was from JC-1968@cyberatlantis.com with the subject, Mandy Walker. 'I'm very interested in meeting young girls that are looking for sex, how can I get information about them?'

The third message was from Colin to JC-1968, 'What age of girl are you looking for and do you have anything to offer in exchange?'

The fourth message was from my father to Colin, 'I have a daughter who is twelve years old, I think that she is sexually curious but could still be a virgin...I'd like to see photographs of girls of her age or meet similar aged girls...not sure what I could offer in exchange though.'

The fifth message was from Colin to my father, 'Would you be willing to send us a photograph of your daughter in a similar pose to the girl in the attached photograph?' the message had a picture of Mary showing her breasts and her face.

The sixth message was from my father to Colin, 'My God I'd love to see my daughter like that but I doubt she'd ever let me take her picture like that but if I could get a photograph of her like that I'd happily send it to you.' reading that message made my heart beat faster.

I opened the seventh message, 'You have to show your daughter how you feel about her, make her feel special...the next time you see her wearing just her nighty, pull her onto your lap and let her feel how hard she makes you and start to kiss her on her lips instead of her cheek or forehead. You'll know if she likes what you're doing and if she seems to then move her on, try and walk in on her when she's in her underwear, see how she reacts, if she's comfortable with you seeing her in her bra and knickers...well, try and catch her topless the next time or totally naked.'

I actually had a mini orgasm just from reading Colin's advice to my father.

I felt a disturbance in the force...well, a creaking of one of the floorboards between the stairs and my bedroom. My parent's bedroom and the bathroom were both at the back of the house and my bedroom and the box room were at the front so if there was a creak outside my bedroom it meant that someone was on their way to my bedroom or the junk room. I held my breath and listened carefully, I could hear my mother singing along to the kitchen radio below my feet so it was my father creeping along the hallway towards my bedroom.

I quickly flipped my PC to my school's website, to the page that we used to submit our homework...there was a second creak in the hallway...I was sitting in front of my computer wrapped tightly in my towel. I got a sudden hit of adrenalin induced bravery, I pulled my towel open and flicked the edges of my towel over the back of my chair, making it look like I was just using the towel to protect my chair while I let my body air-dry after my shower.

I heard my bedroom door latch turn and the hinges squeaked a little as my door opened an inch.

Usually my father would knock at my door and call out, "Are you decent?" before he opened my door, giving me the chance to cover up but today he just whispered, "Is it okay if I come in darling?"

I looked over my shoulder and suddenly I got a fit of shyness, I managed to stop myself pulling my towel back over my body but I couldn't stop my left knee crossing over my right thigh.

"Sure dad."

His mouth was dry, he spoke in a whisper and had to keep moistening his lips. In my head I was shouting at my left leg to get down off of my right thigh but my leg was refusing to respond. I looked back at my PC and pressed send to upload my homework onto my school's server.

"What you doing?"

I looked back over my shoulder again and gave my father a warm smile, "I've just sent my homework into school." I pushed my left leg off of my right, thankful that my arms were obeying my internal instructions.

I took a deep breath and fought the shiver of excitement that was curling my toes and I pushed myself to my feet. My father was standing in front of my closed bedroom door and my chest of drawers was to his right.

I walked, totally naked towards my father, he was still wearing his dressing gown but I could see hairy legs below so he'd taken his pyjama bottoms off while I'd been in the shower, he'd also removed his dressing gown's belt and so he was having to hold the front of his dressing gown closed with his left hand. As I walked slowly I could hear the beating of my heart in my chest or rather in my throat where my heart seemed to have relocated to...in my imagination, I could also hear the squilshing and squelshing as the tops of my legs rubbed together through the juices dripping from my fanny because of my excitement.

I pulled my top drawer open, the drawer that held all of my underwear. I was just an inch or two away from my father, I looked up into his face and gave him a smile, "Pity it's a school day...virgin white or I'd be in trouble!"

I found a red curl of fake satin and tugged at it, a bright red satin look bra jumped into my hand, "I loved this bra set, the knickers still fit me but the bra is too small for me now..." I lifted the bra to my breasts and turned to face my father to emphasise how small the cups were against my breasts now and, with a giggle I dropped the bra to the floor while still facing my father. "...I can't remember who bought me that set...I got it as part of my Christmas presents last year!"

I was now back facing my drawers and pulling a white bra out of the tangle of cotton.

"I think it was my brother Paul...your mother went mad at him for buying you something so adult...perhaps if it doesn't fit you anymore I could replace it for you with a larger set so long as you don't tell your mother!"

I turned my back to my father and held the open ends of my bra strap towards him, "Can you fasten me up please?"

Dad fastened my bra for me and as he did I said, "Another little secret just between the two of us eh, dad?"

I rummaged through my underwear drawer, I had lots of granny knickers that I was supposed to wear for school but I knew that I had an old pair of bikini brief panties that were still white enough to pass for school knickers.

I bent forward and held my knickers open to step into them, my bum bumped against my father's right thigh and his left hand let go of his dressing gown and his fingers brushed over my bottom. I froze with my knickers still around my ankles, I looked back at his hand on my bum and from there my eyes flicked to the front of his dressing gown, because he'd let go of the front his cock was trying to peep out, just a flash or two of pink, I looked from his cock up to his face and I gave him a smile. He slapped my bum playfully and shrugged his shoulders lopsidedly before returning his left hand to the front of his dressing gown again, recapturing his cock under the towelling.

I finished pulling my knickers up and then went to my wardrobe and fished out my school blouse. As it was high summer we were allowed to wear our school blouse without our school tie on so just five buttons to fasten, the sixth...the top button left open. I skipped over my skirt for the moment and walked back to my father's side to find clean socks. I un-balled them and stretched them.

I turned to face my father again, my nose an inch from his and I smiled again. His hands went to my hips, freeing the front of his dressing gown again; he pulled my hips towards his and his lips crashed into mine. I felt the warm slippery head of his dick pressing into my belly; it was actually under the front of my blouse and pressing against my belly button.

I felt another disturbance in the force as I peeled my lips off of my father's, "No radio on in the kitchen!"

I stepped back, away from my father; I looked down at his cock, just a quick glance before he'd trapped it back under his dressing gown. Dad seemed to melt through my bedroom door, he ran on the tips of his toes along the hallway from my bedroom to his own, he got to his bedroom just as mum turned the landing at the halfway stage.

I'd got my knee length white socks on as well as my skirt by the time my mother reached their bedroom and the bickering started up as usual when she thought that I couldn't hear her.

I clicked the 'Timetable' button on my school's webpage to bring up my classes timetable for the day, 09:00 to 09:40 - English, 09:40 to 10:20 - Maths. We'd have mid morning break between 10:20 and 10:40 and then from 10:40 to 12 noon it was sports. Afternoon's lessons were all humanities and project work. I grabbed my sports bag and peered in, shorts...check, T-shirt...check, trainers...check, sports underwear...sports underwear...no. We were all supposed to change our usual underwear for clean sports underwear but none of the girls in our blended class ever did.

Because of the shortage of sports teachers we always blended two classes of kids together so that we would have roughly thirty girls and thirty boys. Miss Pebberdy would take the girls for sports class and Mr Highfield taught the boys, Colin Black was the head of PE and he'd float around where he was needed.

Mary Walker was in two Beta and I was in two Alpha, it was our two classes that were blended for sports and science lessons so it would be one of the few chances that I'd get to share a class with Mary.

All through English and Maths I was trying to remember Mary, she'd always been a shy flower...mind you, none of the girls in my class were overly gregarious in the sports changing rooms, we really needed a room with thirty corners so that we could all hide in one. I hadn't noticed the change in Mary really, over the past few weeks she had stopped hiding at the back of the changing room but she still didn't do anything to draw attention to herself usually but today...perhaps seeing her in a new light...the sexually promiscuous Mary, the deflowered Mary. Once in the changing rooms she turned left and walked down to the first row of pegs. I usually tried for somewhere around three rows from the back of the room, often between Sophie and Jamilla although I had never spoken to either of the girls while getting changed for sports.

I dawdled as the rest of my blended class squeezed past me, I wouldn't get a chance to talk to Mary during the lesson, we could be on opposing teams or even tasked with totally different sports so I plucked up courage and turned left, only the second girl in the room to go that way. I reached the alcove created by the racks of hooks to hold our clothes on, I stopped in the entrance, "Is it okay..."

I gestured with my sports bag to the bench and the five free spaces at Mary's side.

"Please yourself!"

I dropped my sport bag on the bench and stepped into the alcove. I was struggling with the buttons on my blouse cuffs; Mary was already out of her blouse. There was an unwritten rule amongst girls changing for sports to keep the amount of flesh on display to a minimum. Once the blouse was off, the T-shirt was on and a well skilled girl could almost do both actions as one movement so no one even saw her bra. Mary was breaking all those rules, her blouse removed she started to unfasten her bra. I almost whistled, eighteen months earlier, when we'd all turned up at the 'Herman Gering Comprehensive School', Mary had been flatter in the chest than me and over the eighteen months she'd been behind me in the growth department but not anymore...while I'd moved up from a thirty 'AAA' cup to a thirty-two 'B', Mary had shot past me to a thirty-four 'DD' and now, she was about to release the dogs in front of me.

I was unbuttoning the front of my blouse as Mary let her skirt fall to the floor and she still hadn't put her T-shirt on. She was wearing a white silk thong under her skirt and when I took a closer look at her bra, that had been real silk too. Mary stepped out of her thong and she was totally naked and didn't bother one little bit that my eyes were out on stalks. I'd seen from the photographs that she was totally hairless down below but I hadn't realised that she was shaven, not just pre-pubescent; there wasn't a millimetre of fluff covering her pussy mound.

I left my bra and knickers on and stepped into my shorts and T-shirt, Mary was still naked, she was fussing over her clothes, folding things carefully as she remained naked. She finally produced a running top, it was more like a combined Lycra bra and sport top and her running shorts weren't, they were running knickers...Mary was dressed exactly like a professional Marathon runner. We both sat down to put our trainers on, I cleared my throat, "You've had a growth spurt in the last six months Mary!"

I blushed instantly, I'd been acting very weird for me, the way I'd been staring at her naked body, if I were Mary, I'd have thought that I was being a lesbian the way I was checking her body out.

"I had a little help!" Mary looked all around the changing room to see if anyone was looking at us and then she opened her satchel and took out a long thin box. The title on the box was Marvelon and it proclaimed that it was a high oestrogen and low progesterone birth control pill.

"Mary...how the hell did you get on the birth control pill...you're only twelve!"

"I'm old enough to get pregnant so I need them...anyway, the high oestrogen makes my boobs grow bigger, they make my bum more rounded and sexy and my pussy lips puff up more and I'm juicier inside for the boys..." Mary chuckled, "...and the men!"

I must have looked totally shocked as I spluttered out, "How did you get a doctor to prescribe them for you?"

"I didn't get them from my doctor; I buy them off the internet! There is another advantage to this particular pill; it helps to clear up my acne as well!"

There was a shrill blast on a whistle and Mrs Peberdy was at the door leading out onto the sports field at the side of the school. The boys from my class and the boys from Mary's class would be on the other side of the school. All the boys ever wanted to do during sports lessons was play football but they had ten boys more than were needed for two football teams so the ten remaining were usually sent out on the cross country course.

We all gathered around Miss Peberdy out on the field, Colin Black sauntered over, the last of the boys had just run through the gate and out into the real world, running the five miles that made up our school's running track. Colin spoke to Miss Peberdy and then he looked over at Mary, "Looks like Miss Walker is dressed for running Miss Peberdy!"

"I can't allow her to run outside the school grounds on her own Mr Black so she'll have to make do with running around the inside of the boundary fence."

"Well, that's a pity Miss Peberdy...would any of you girls like to keep Miss Walker company out on the cross country course?"

I saw twenty-nine girls that weren't called Mary Walker trying to avoid eye contact with Mr Black and I included myself in that count. What I did see was Mary gesture with her head in my direction, "Miss Clarke...you're a reasonable runner, you can jog round with Miss Walker!"

There was no option to complain, no request for arbitration, no appeal or deferral of sentence, Mr Black had spoken and having spoke, he'd moved on.

My upper arm was grabbed in a very strong Mary Walker shaped hand, "Come on, we don't have long left to run the five mile course!"

I was dragged...rather reluctantly...behind Mary Walker, across the sports field at a jog and out through the gate that ten boys had run through just moments earlier. Once out of sight of the school field Mary stopped running, we were opposite the shops where three boys in football kit were window shopping, three boys from my class that had wanted to play football but who had been sent out for a run.

"We can walk from here!"

Okay, I was confused that Mary had been so keen to run, more confused now though because we'd run only a few hundred yards. There was a track between our school and what had been the British Steel Corporation's iron smelting works. The factory had closed five years earlier...sorry, not closed...merely mothballed until the expected upturn in the world steel demand.

Behind our school there were sidings and shunting yards for the old factory, before our school was built there would have been wagons full of iron ore, lime stone, coal and coke as well as many more chemicals needed to smelt pig iron. The wagons were long gone but Virgin Rail was using the sidings to store rolling stock that had been deemed dangerous because, during a head on collision at normal running speed, the rear carriages would mount the ones in front. Several people had been killed or injured in one such accident and the rolling stock had all been gathered up in one place while a solution could be found to the 'Mounting' problem.

I followed Mary down the unofficial track to a hole in the fence surrounding the factory.

"You should wait here Sarah, I'm technically going trespassing, I'll pick you up here in an hour...or over at the shops if you're not here...just try and keep out of sight!"

Mary ducked through the hole in the fence and she adopted a low stance as she jogged along the length of embargoed rolling stock. I followed her, it wasn't really a trespass as we'd not caused any damage in getting into the old factory site. I saw Mary duck through a gap between two carriages and I lost sight of her momentarily.

In the next row of carriages I spotted a wooden box in front of an open door, I hopped up onto the box and saw Mary standing in front of a man in his late fifties; he was sitting on a seat in the old train.

Mary had her hands behind her back, "Colin mentioned a gift!"

"He did but he was a little vague, he suggested alcohol or cigarettes...even prepaid Apple cards so that you can put credit on your phone..." a ten pound note was pulled into view, "...I wondered if this would do instead?"

"Well, it's a good start...but two of them would be better!"

The man laughed and produced a second ten pound note. Mary took the cash; she folded it up very small and tucked it into the tiny pocket in the waistband of her running knickers. Mary's hands went straight from the little pocket in her running knickers to the bottom band of her running top and in just a single second her running top was off and thrown on the seat next to the man. My eyes flicked over to the man, he had a wide grin on his face and hunger in his eyes. I saw Mary's knickers follow her top onto the seat and she was naked apart from her trainers.

She straddled his knees, she was facing him and she was pulling the zip down on his trousers. She heaved his cock out of his underpants and I saw her left hand easing down into the gap between two seats and as her fingers came out from between the cushions she had a condom trapped between them. He was wrapped in latex and Mary was easing her cunt over his cock in seconds.

If I had set a stop watch running I was sure that from taking the cash to sliding her vagina down his cock was only thirty seconds and she'd had to fish a condom out from between the seats into that time.

Mary's face was at the side of his, she hadn't kissed him and as she lifted her body and let it fall back down again I could see a look of sheer boredom on her face...even though she was gasping for air as if she were climaxing and she was muttering things like, "My God you're massive...you're a stallion...a fantastic lover."

Mary was looking at me in the doorway but the man she was fucking hadn't seen me. He didn't see me until he started his own climax and he started thrashing his head from side to side as his body spasmed hissed into his condom. When he finally registered my face low down near the floor he froze...it took him a minute to get, "Who the hell is she?" out of his jerking body.

"Don't worry about her...she'll probably be listed as available on the website by next week...you might even be under her in a week's time." Mary was laughing as she said it but I got the feeling that she was being deadly serious.

He was very quick to cover his soft cock from my view while Mary fought to get his condom off, she was trying to sooth him, "You still have fifteen minutes left, can you get hard again in that time?"

He looked awkward as he scanned from me to Mary..."No, I don't think I'll get hard again in so short a time!"

"What if I suck your cock?"

Magic words, the offer of oral sex had a magical calming effect on him. He was looking at me as Mary bent over his lap to take his cock in her mouth.

"What if someone spots your friend standing there and wonders what's going on in here?"

Mary pulled her mouth off of his cock with a 'Plop'. "Sarah, just get the fuck in here and close the door."

It was a hard jump for me to get up from the box and into the railway carriage and close the door behind myself. Mary looked up at his face as she was rubbing his cock with her hand, she looked back at me, "Come here and kiss him while I wake his cock up again."

Moment of madness part three or was it four or even five...I could see why they would want me in the train with them rather than hanging around outside but why should I want to kiss him...especially as Mary hadn't wanted to kiss him at all and she was fucking him.

I knelt on the seat at his side and as Mary sucked his cock I engaged in a snogging session. As I kissed him he pulled my T-shirt up and out of the way, pulling the neck hole over my head. Mary was looking up at what we were doing as she sucked his cock, I felt her hand scrabbling between my shoulder blades and the clasp at the back of my bra loosened, my bra cups falling forwards and away from my breasts. After unfastening my bra Mary tugged at the back of my T-shirt pulling it the rest of the way off of my shoulders. I was suddenly very topless in front of a total stranger...and Mary of course.

I soon got used to the man playing with my tits as Mary sucked his cock and he sucked my face,

"Okay, you're hard enough, do you want to fuck me again for your last six minutes or should I finish you off with my mouth?"

He wanted to fuck again, I got the feeling that he would have liked to fuck me instead of Mary but she already had the condom rolling down his cock. Mary was on her back on the seat and he was on top of her this time, as he fucked her he whispered, "Kiss your friend for me!"

Mary dragged me down next to them; I was kneeling on the floor as Mary forced me to kiss her, pushing her tongue into my mouth while the man fucked her hard. I got the feeling that her orgasm was genuine this time...so much so that she ignored her wristwatch telling her that the man's time was up. Mary gave him an hour and ten minutes of pleasure rather than the hour that he'd paid for.

We dressed quickly, the sports lesson was only eighty minutes long, we'd spent more than five minutes getting ready and another seven minutes getting to the train and with the seventy minutes that Mary had given her friend; we were already late for the end of the lesson.

We ran all the way back to school, Miss Peberdy was waiting for us and fortunately Mary spotted her, she grabbed me and looped her arm over my shoulder and faked a limp as we struggled through the gate into school. The anger in our sports teacher's face drained away and was replaced with a look of concern.

"What happened to you Mary?"

"Turned my ankle over Miss Peberdy...I was trying to avoid running through the river splash."

Miss Peberdy took Mary's other arm and we helped Mary into school together. Mary was checked over for breaks to her ankle and a heavy elasticated bandage was bound around her ankle and foot.

We didn't take a shower, just dressed and went straight into the dining room. Today was just like any other day, boys all sat on the right of the dining room close to the windows overlooking their football pitches and the girls all sat on the left. Anyone observing the school would swear that it was segregated, segregated on gender grounds as well as racially segregated. Mary collected her tray of food first, I just had a sausage and portion of chips rather than a full dinner. I saw an empty seat at a table with girls that I would usually sit with but Mary was walking to the right, towards a table for eight with our only four Somali students, well, boys at least, we also had fifteen Somali female students as well but they were on the other side of the room.

Mary sat next to the older looking of the four boys, she struck up a conversation with him, I sat opposite Mary, I couldn't hear most of the conversation but I noticed something strange...Mary was only using her left hand to eat her dinner, I leaned back a little in my seat and looked under the table, Mary's right hand was on the black boys lap, she was actually rubbing his cock through his trousers right there in the dining room.

"I said, you can call me Jim, most English people can't pronounce my first name."

I was dragged upright, I'd been concentrating on Mary getting to know the boy to her right that I'd missed the fact that the boy on my left was talking to me too.

"Call me Jim...what's your name baby?"

"Sarah, Sarah Clarke...I'm in year seven, class two Alpha."

"You're a smart girl then if you're in the Alpha stream."

I smiled at him and caught a little of the whispered conversation across the table, "Two cigarettes...well, if that's all you have then okay, I'll show you for two cigarettes."

There was a whispered conversation between Jim and the boy next to Mary in Somali and Jim picked my empty plate up and my tray and added them to his, "I'll take your dishes away for you then!"

I was a little bewildered that the boy had offered to take my dishes away while the boy next to Mary was taking her pots away too but Mary had grabbed my arm once again and my time for bewilderment was over. "We need to collect our bags from the changing room before they lock the door.

I stopped in my tracks when I saw my satchel, "Someone's been in my bag, I always close both straps properly...every time!"

I snatched at my satchel and opened the flap; there were six boxes of the same 'Marvelon' tablets in my satchel that Mary had shown me in her bag earlier, I had a six month supply of birth control pills in my bag from out of nowhere.

"Take one now, remember to take one every lunchtime from now on, your tits will grow and your boyish hips will round out and you'll get a very juicy fanny...like me."

Moment of madness number...hell, I'd lost count at just how reckless I'd been so far so I just opened one of the boxes and took a pill.

"Why did those boys take our dished away for us?"

"Because I offered to show Sammy my tits for two cigarettes...but only if he took my dishes away so I could get in here to collect my bags before they locked the room."

"So why did Jim take my dishes?"

"Jim and Sam are brothers...they do everything together..."

And apparently...that was all the explanation I was going to get.

I followed Mary to the science block, we had another blended lesson together after lunch, human biology, another lesson that they separated the boys and girls for. There were four sets of bags on the floor in front of the biology lab's door, "Leave your bags here...no one will touch them!"

I fastened the flap of my satchel down...just in case anyone picked my bag up and my supply of pills fell out.

We headed out of the side door of the school, the sports field was empty now and the outer doors into the changing rooms locked. Mary was leading the way to the sports equipment sheds, four sheds in a square and the spaces between the sheds had been fenced off when the school was built but over the years one set of rails had become rotten and detached from the shed they were nailed to, Mary pulled at the fence and it opened like a very stiff door.

Mary ducked into the space between the four sheds and I followed her. We weren't alone though, Sammy and Jim were already there in the cross void between the sheds.

"Show me then!"

"Fags first!"

Sammy dug his hand into his pocket and he pulled out two hand rolled fags and offered them to Mary.

"Are they good quality?"

"African Skunk...best you can get in England outside of London!"

Mary took the two cigarettes and popped them into her breast pocket before unbuttoning her blouse.

Jim nudged me; he had two fags in his hand too. Mary looked over at me, "He's offering you two fags if you show him your tits Sarah!"

Moment of madness be damned, this was the decade of madness.

I snatched at the two cigarettes and, just like Mary, I popped them both into my breast pocket. Mary was out of her blouse and was slipping the catch at the back of her bra. Sammy was on her tits like a starving man on a bacon sandwich.

I copied Mary, I too was soon totally topless, my blouse and bra hanging on a rusty nail next to Mary's.

Sammy was trying to pull the front of Mary's skirt up to get at her knickers, "Not for two fags Sammy, just my tits!"

"You give me a wank then, two joints of this quality deserve more than just a look at your tits."

I watched as Mary unzipped Sammy's trousers and pulled his cock out of his pants, he looked really strange, he didn't have any foreskin. Jim was fondling my tits gently and he pulled my right hand down to his trousers, his dick was already out of his underpants and school trousers.

I knew all the mechanics of wanking a boy but if I'd forgotten anything all I needed to do was look over at Mary, she was doing a stalwart job of rubbing Sammy's cock. I let Jim kiss me on my lips as he rubbed my breasts and I rubbed his cock. There was a 'Beep' as Mary's 'iWatch' told her that we had just five minutes left before our human biology lesson.

The boys were gone in sixty seconds...it took me and Mary a little longer to get dressed.

I sat next to Mary in human biology, she was a laugh but was slow at picking up new concepts...but then, I was slow at picking up sexual concepts so we made a good pair.

Our classes split up for history and geography and those lessons seemed to last a year each rather than just the forty minutes they actually took.

I was waiting for my bus when I saw Mary walking off towards the railway sidings again. I knew that most of the kids at our school took busses back to our villages, very few kids actually lived in the area around the school so I assumed that Mary had another appointment in her railway carriage.

I was willing the bus home to go faster, I ran all the way home from the drop off point so that I could have the longest time possible on my PC before my mother got home. As I'd expected, another string of messages from Colin sent to my linked-in account and all copies of emails that had been sent to and from Colin, mainly to my father or from him.

'Colin...I did as you suggested this morning. My daughter was wearing just her summer nighty and I pulled her down onto my knee, I kissed her on the lips and she didn't seem the least bit worried, even when I rubbed her bum over my cock before I let her go, she still seemed happy.'

'Strike while the iron's hot...you should try to catch her as she's getting ready for school...do it today...do it right now.'

'Colin...Oh My God...I went to her bedroom after she'd had her shower, I didn't ask her if she was decent as I usually would before I went into her bedroom...like you said...already putting an expectation that it was something that was wrong. I just said, "Is it okay to come in" and she told me that it was always okay. She was totally naked sitting at her PC sending her homework into the school server. She didn't even try to cover up or anything...in fact, she walked right up to me and she started to get dressed. She showed me her favourite bra, fake satin in bright red that my brother bought her for Christmas last year but she's already grown out of it.'

'Johnny, is your brother after Sarah's arse as well?'

'I'm sure he is...rather...was. Vicky almost bit his head off when she saw what Paul had bought her for Christmas and he's been keeping a low profile ever since!'

'What did you say about her favourite bra?'

'I think I said that it was a shame that she'd grown out of it because it always looked so sexy on here...I think I may have mumbled something about replacing it for her sometime.'

'Not sometime...Johnny...you'll be a fool if you don't get her a copy of her favourite bra TODAY! You have to give it to her as soon as you can. Contact Paul and ask him where he got the bra from.'

'He got it from a little shop in the old market building.'

'That's not my point...let Paul know that Sarah loved her bra and is very upset that she can't wear it any more...put Sarah back into the forefront of your brother's mind.'

'You think it's a good idea to encourage my brother to start thinking about Sarah again?'

'Think about it...do you want to take her virginity??? Do you want to be the one to hurt her in that way?'

'Well, I hadn't thought of it that way...all I want to do is look at her.'

'Johnny are you lying to me or to yourself?'

From the times of the emails my father took a long time before he replied to Colin's challenge.

'Colin, sorry for the delay...of course I want her in that way...it's just that I thought that the whole idea of me trying to take her photograph for you was that you'd talk her into letting you or one of your friends break her in...get her ready for sex for me...I think that Paul would be a little too close for comfort!'

I had another explosion in my knickers again without even touching myself...I hadn't even bothered to change out of my school clothes because I was so desperate to get a look at what had been going on between Colin and my dad.

"Sarah, are you on your bloody PC again?"

"Homework mummy dear but I can log off while you use the internet. Let me know when I can have it back again though!"

I used the lull in my exciting linked-in messages to get changed. I really needed a shower. And I needed to get my skirt washed without my mother spotting what was spotted down the front of it!

I'd been copying Mary...doing to Jim what Mary was doing with Sammy...what I hadn't noticed was that about five minutes into her wank, she had moved slightly so that her abdomen was pressing into Sammy's hip. I had remained standing in front of Jim, I'd stopped looking at Mary and Sammy and was looking down at Jim's cock as he erupted all over the front of my skirt. I gasped in shock and looked over at Sammy to see his jizz shooting harmlessly into free space.

So now I had a messy skirt I'd spent the whole afternoon with my skirt turned backwards and I'd pulled my blouse out of my waistband so that it hung down and hid the mess from my fellow students and teachers but it would be much more difficult to hide it from my mother.

I heard voices from the kitchen, my father and mother exchanging frank insults as usual. I caught snippets of conversation, "...he's only fifty once..." "...if it was your brother you'd expect me and Sarah to go with you..."

And then my mother's voice came through, "You know that Thursdays are my busiest days, I'm going to be doing my office work for four hours tonight..." silence...well, a door slamming here and a cup banging down there and then a, "...take her with you but if she's up too late and can't go to school tomorrow...you get the job of ringing in for her!"

My eyebrows lifted of their own volition, I'd heard 'take her with you' and some kind of birthday party, a fiftieth if I'd heard right...Uncle Paul was turning fifty but no one ever had a birthday party on a school night...

My bedroom door opened and then my father stopped dead in his tracks and he knocked on my now open door, "Is it okay for me to come in?"

"It's always okay for you to come in dad...you know that...my door is ever open to you!"

I thought about trying to keep my skirt hidden from him but I moved my hands and pulled the front of my blouse up, "No idea how this happened but mum will kill me...I guess I'd better go and show her!"

"Erm not right now darling, just drop it in the bottom of the laundry basket and I'll take care of it in the morning after she's gone to work!"

"I need it for school tomorrow."

My dad winked at me..."You might not be going to school tomorrow!"

"No school...how?"

"Just leave that to me!"

I started to unbutton the front of my blouse and my dad looked nervously behind him. No radio playing in the kitchen because mum was on her computer working so there was no 'Tell' when she might climb the stairs.

"Just wear a simple summer dress and knickers...I'm taking you out this evening to your Uncle Paul's birthday party!"

"On a Thursday...doesn't he usually have his parties on Fridays or Saturdays?"

"Won't be a big party...not many people will be there because of work tomorrow!"

I dressed the way my father had asked me to and we left my mother working furiously on her computer...well, she was furious at any rate. Dad drove me all the way back to school; we drove past the front door and just past the old British Steel factory. When the smelting works was mothballed around twenty-five percent of the local businesses went bust and most of them didn't recover and just lay idle.

I saw Uncle Paul's car outside an old paint suppliers unit and my dad pulled in next to his brother's car. He turned in his seat and smiled at me, "Okay, you know that it's Paul's birthday today..." I nodded my head, "...well, even though it's Paul's birthday...you get the present but you mustn't let your mother see what you've got...okay?"

I nodded my head. "It's on the back seat!"

I lifted the carrier bag through from the back of the car and peeked in it. It was exactly the same underwear set as Paul had given me at Christmas..."Is this from Uncle Paul?"

"No...it's from me but it's kind of like a bit of a competition...Paul thought that you'd prefer a basque so...well...we'd like you to model both sets so that we can see which looks better on you! Paul was going to get you the basque for Christmas but he chickened out at the last minute and swapped it for the bra and knicker set."

I looked at the back seat again, my father's digital camera was sitting there looking all innocent but there was an undercurrent of evil as well!

I looked at my dad and then back to his camera.

"The thing is...and you can say no if you don't want me too...but...I'd love to take a few photographs of you in both sets of underwear."

I shrugged my shoulders, "No skin off of my nose...just so long as you don't let mum see the pictures!"

"You don't mind me photographing you in sexy underwear then?"

I was trying not to sound too eager, dialling my excitement down as much as I could, I shrugged my shoulders, "You can photograph me with no underwear on at all if you like!"

I saw the bulge in my father's trousers jump at my suggestion and he reached into the back seat and picked his camera up.

We walked together to the side entrance of the warehouse. The building had been padlocked shut but someone had cut the lock off of the door and it was lying on the floor in front of the door.

Paul looked surprised when I walked through the door, "Hi baby, I thought your dad was joking when he said that you might come along and put on a little show for us all!"

"All?"

"It's just a small party, a select group of men."

COLD FEET...FREEZING FEET!

"How many men?"

"Not sure baby, I told about twenty men that tonight might happen, an extra party for my fiftieth birthday but I couldn't guarantee that you'd actually turn up here!"

Paul started phoning around the men to tell them that I had actually turned up and see how many of them were still free. I was given a very large glass of fizz, it was actually brandy and champagne, a bargain basement brandy rather than the full VSOP and the fizz part was Prosecco and not Moet but the hit it gave me was harder than anything I'd ever tasted before.

I heard another car pull up outside and I looked through the window to see Colin Black and Mary Walker walking from the new car holding hands, Colin had a large wheeled suitcase that he was towing behind him as he walked towards the open door. Well that was a surprise for me, I'd obviously known that my dad and Colin had been emailing each other about sex with young girls, Colin had been giving my dad a master class in seduction...mainly aimed at me but it was still a surprise to see him heading for the old paint wearhouse.

My dad was tapping my arm, "Which underwear set would you like to try on first?"

"Why is Uncle Paul ringing his friends and trying to talk them into coming here?"

"It's for our little competition, I'd probably choose the set I brought you and Paul would probably pick the set he'd chosen so we'd be at deadlock, we need a few more men here to vote to get the true picture of what set is best."

Colin and Mary walked into the room at that point, my dad introduced me to Colin as one of his friends and he told me that Mary was Colin's niece.

I let Colin shake my hand and he kissed the back of it. I smiled at my dad and said, "Colin is Mr Black my sports teacher and Mary is a student at my school, she's in the same year as me but in class two beta. We had a blended sports lesson together today and a blended biology class."

Colin smiled at me and then he shook the suitcase by its handle, "You want to come with me Sarah...I'll get you ready for your little show?"

I looked at my dad and he nodded his head at me. Well, I'd seen a lot of the message exchanges between my dad and Colin but obviously not all of them.

Colin took my hand and pulled me into a small kitchen area, "I hope that you're going to be worth it, it's cost me a small fortune to get this place unlocked and get the electricity turned back on. My customer gave you a good report earlier though, I thought that Mary was mad picking such a plane-Jane as you to go out on her run with her this morning but her John has asked me to let him know as soon as you come onto the 'Dating' market so he can spend an hour with you...and with your father being so turned on by it all, you won't have to hide it from him...just so long as you give him a little every now and again."

"It was me!"

"What, you that gave me your father's email address?"

I nodded my head.

"It's not unusual, Mary gave me her father's email address as well but I just got a mountain of abuse from him, so a new email address and a new Drop Box account and Mary has to keep her sex life a secret from him...such a pity really!"

Colin closed the door and he turned a kettle on to boil some water. "Take your dress off."

I just did as I was told, Colin encouraged me to drink a little more of my champagne cocktail, "I've had enough!"

"Are you still a virgin?"

I nodded my head, "Well then, drink a little more, you'll need it. Your uncle is going to open your flower for your father...lift your arms!"

I lifted my arms and Colin felt the downy hairs under my arm pits, he had a tube of depilatory cream in his bag and he plastered under my arms with the stuff. "It's not ideal in here, we really need a shower to wash this stuff off."

"Why doesn't my father want to take my virginity?"

"He loves you too much, he'd make a terrible job of it because he wouldn't want to see you hurt."

I gave Colin my best 'Confused' look.

"You know that there are two ways to break a horse don't you?"

I nodded my head.

"Well, because your father loves you so much, he would try to 'Gentle you in' and that would take a very long time...Paul is going to batter your door down, break you in hard and in just one go. Your father will be in another room with Mary while you are broken in, he'll have fun; Mary is an expert at giving men what they want so he won't worry too much about you. Once I'm sure that you are ready, I'll give you back to your father."

Well, that piece of news made me take a swallow from my glass of champagne and brandy.

"Take your knickers off."

I thought, doesn't he ever say please...I thought it but I responded instantly and pulled my knickers down.

"It's a pity really...your cunny hair would have been a glorious ginger colour but in a few years time it would be so course that it would be like fucking a pan scourer."

Colin started to plaster the depilatory cream between my legs, "This stuff isn't really recommended for girls of your age and they advise that you only keep it on for three minutes rather than the full five but if you use it every day this week and leave it on for five minutes each time it will kill off the roots and mean that you'll probably never have to do it again until you're about thirty years old."

Colin checked his watch, "Right, I'll leave it for five minutes to cook and then I'll wash it off for you. You know what a stripper does don't you?"

I nodded my head.

"I'm going to dress you up, do a little makeup and brush your hair through and once you're ready, I'll turn the lights out in the main room and you'll dance on the old counter top, I'll follow you around with a spot light and do your sexiest dance, take your clothes off slowly down to your underwear and then the main lights will be turned back on and you step down off of the counter and walk around the men so that they can all get a good close up look at you in your underwear and when the lights go out again, climb back up onto the counter and take the rest of your clothes off and once your totally naked come back into here and Mary will dance for the men while I dress you in your second costume."

Colin left me sitting on the table with the cream plastered under my arms, all over my pussy and covering both legs, he'd even turned me over and buttered the cream around my bum hole and up onto the small of my back.

Five minutes turned into closer to ten before Colin returned, "Sorry about that but I had to build up the steps to get you on and off the counter."

Colin filled a bowl with the hot water from the kettle and then topped it up with cold from the tap; he had a bar of soap and a washcloth that he used to wash me off totally, washing all of the cream off of my body as well as every trace of hair with it.

Once I was dressed and had my makeup done Colin led me out into the main shop area. It wasn't totally dark in the main shop area and I could see that Colin had used wooden boxes to form steps up to the counter that used to be used to serve customers with tins of paint. I stood on the three foot high counter top and looked around the room, I could see my dad, his camera to his eye, I could see my Uncle Paul, he was standing by a ghetto blaster, ready to turn the music on and I could see six other men as well.

I was very nervous...I was always that way while waiting for the music to start for a dance recital. I wasn't really worried about taking my clothes off, I was starting out wearing three times more clothes than I would usually wear for a dance recital and I'd be stopping half way through the dance, at that point, I'd be dressed in the same way that I would be dressed at the start of a normal dance recital.

As usual...as soon as the music started, all nerves evaporated and I started to dance, I skipped the full length of the counter and turned, I was wearing a thin linen jacket over a nylon blouse and knee length cotton skirt, a full length slip under that and then the bra and knicker set that my dad had bought for me.

At my first turn I popped one of the buttons of the jacket and the men cheered and clapped. I started a pony prance back along the counter to my starting point and flipped the second button open to even more cheers and clapping. There may have been only nine men at my little dance recital but they were really loud when showing their appreciation.

I started a chain of pirouettes back along the counter to the far end again and flipped the last button open on the jacket and I strutted back to my starting point with my hands on my hips, holding the jacket open. This trip along the counter wasn't done in silence though like the previous three, the cheering and clapping at my opening the final button of the jacket continued until I was back at my starting point.

I caught myself smiling at something my mother regularly said when she thought I was out of earshot, "Sarah doesn't so much like dancing...it's more that she likes to show off...especially in front of boys!"

I was about to find out if she was right!

I got really into the whole stripper thing, I didn't have difficulty taking my clothes off in front of the men...rather...holding myself back, stopping me just stripping down totally in the space of one song. When I let the full length slip fall to the floor...fall rather than off over my head, that was far too dangerous on such a narrow stage with its three foot drop to the front and rear.

I was standing, centre stage, the men were going mad, clapping and wolf whistling at me. I stood with my legs wide open and my arms in the air in the spotlight. It was two minutes of silence before the main lights were turned on and Paul stood at the bottom of the home made stairs and offered me his hand to help me down from the counter. I was guided all around the main room so that all the men including my father could feel the material that my underwear was made of, squeeze my breasts through my bra, pinch my bum through my knickers, that kind of thing.

I spent fifteen minutes amongst the men and my dad filmed every moment of my interacting with the men. The lights were turned down and the music turned up. I almost ran back to my impromptu stage, I took up the same stance as I'd ended my first section of the dance with, I stood like that frozen in time until the next track started and I set off dancing again, two stockings, one suspender belt, bra and finally knickers, five items of clothing and five tunes, fifteen minutes of dancing and I was totally naked standing with my legs wide open and my arms up in the air again. I remained frozen again until the music stopped and the lights were turned back on.

I passed Mary on my way to the kitchen with Colin, the lights were turned off and Mary started dancing on the counter with Paul following her with the spotlight.

"Did you cum while you were dancing Sarah?"

I grinned at Colin and nodded my head.

"I thought you did...well, if you do as well in your second act, you won't need any lubrication when Paul batters your hymen out of the way."

"Where are we going to go to do it?"

Colin laughed, "On the floor in the middle of the room."

"What!!! After the rest have gone...or what?"

"The thing is Sarah, it's cost quite a bit to set this up...Mary will earn me a few quid naturally but she'll need help, the men are going to be offered the chance to watch as you get deflowered by Paul for a small fee, and while he fucks you, I'll be offering one of them the chance to be your second lover for two hundred quid, the third man will pay around one-fifty to fuck you and the others will be charged a ton each for sex...they'll all want a fuck after watching that fantastic striptease that you did."

I'd orgasmed as I danced but hearing that had sent me over the edge again. And as I gasped for breath, Colin smiled at me. "Mary was dead right about you...you're a natural whore Sarah!"

I was dressed up again, basque, thong and stockings, and over that ensemble I had seven other items of clothing. Mary was still performing as I stepped back into the room, I watched as she finished off her strip and she took her bow as the lights came back on. I almost ran up the steps onto the counter I was so turned on.

The dance was repeated, slow strip, seven items of clothing in twenty one minutes, a fifteen minute walk around and then a final fifteen minutes until I was fully naked. I had yet another orgasm as I finished my dance and stood naked in front of nine men.

This time I didn't bother picking my clothes up, I just let Paul help me down from the stage. I watched Colin moving through the six strangers, I saw each one handing over ten pounds to watch my uncle deflower me. Mary was still naked and I watched as she took my father's hand to lead him into the kitchen, dad handed his camera to Colin as he passed him.

Colin was going to make sixty quid out of my deflowering so I guess I'd better make a good show of it.

The floor was dirty and dusty, the building had been closed for many years but that didn't stop me going down on my back in the middle of the room. Paul stripped totally naked and he knelt between my legs, he hooked his arms under my knees and lifted my legs almost folding me in half, and then he pinned my shoulders down as he rubbed his cock up and down over my gash.

Paul threw all of his weight down through his hips, his massive cock was driven deep into my body in one go. I screamed out in pain and the men watching cheered, Paul went crazy, he was fucking me like a steam hammer, just as hard and twice as fast. I had five minutes of pain followed by ten minutes of discomfort and then fifteen minutes of pure pleasure before Paul shuddered through a massive orgasm.

Paul pulled out, his lower abdomen was covered in my blood, the bowl of warm water, the bar of soap and the washcloth were put into action to clean him up and then Paul washed me clean as well.

Colin was in a huddle with the six men, the fucking order had been paid for, four of the men were lining up to fuck me and two were going to wait for Mary.

The two hundred and fifty pound fuck started at ten o'clock and ended at ten thirty, the one hundred and fifty pound fuck took over as soon as my second partner had finished with me and he took thirty minutes as well. The third and fourth men took just thirty minutes in total so by eleven thirty I'd finished fucking with five men. I hadn't spotted him but my dad had watched the last two men fucking me while Mary took care of the two men who wanted her instead of me.

My dad was holding my dress and knickers, the clothes that I'd arrived in, he helped me to clean myself up and then he dressed me, I whispered, "Don't you want to do me too?"

"I really want to but we're really late, your mother will kill me as it is...anyway, your friend Mary has milked me dry, it'll take me an hour to get my strength back!"

We drove home, it was five minutes to midnight when we arrived home and the house was in total darkness, the doors were all locked which was unusual as my mother never went to bed before midnight as a rule.

There was a note on the kitchen table, 'Gone to my mother's for a few days!'

My dad smiled and I cuddled into him, "You upset that she's gone dad?"

"Not a bit of it, I'll miss the before bed argument, the middle of the night fight, the before breakfast argument and the after breakfast argument but at least we can spend the whole night in bed together!"

We were in bed at midnight, my dad didn't fuck me...he made love to me, he was concerned that I might be sore after being deflowered and then fucked by four other men...I could see what Colin meant, my dad would have been rubbish at deflowering me, it had to be done by someone who didn't love me so much.

We woke again at four o'clock and this time we did fuck, just twenty minutes and back to sleep. I woke at seven o'clock and started to do breakfast for me and my father. He walked in the kitchen, "What are you doing up sp early, I told you that you didn't need to go to school today."

"I know but we have good citizenship class this afternoon, they'll give me a fail if I miss one volunteering session so I have to go in to school."

"But you don't have a school skirt; it's stained and needs washing."

"Okay, I'll wear a dress to school. You can drive me over to school and ring the headmistress from your car, tell her about my skirt being stained and ask her if I should come to school in a non uniform dress just this once or if I should stay away for the day."

I wore one of my mother's summer dresses; it was peasant cut, elasticated at the waist and flared at the bottom. On my mother the dress was a mini length but on me it reached just short of my knee. I wore a bra and knickers under the dress that could be seen through the thin material.

We sat at the end of the school drive while my dad phoned the school. He had a conversation with the school secretary and then the same conversation with the school's head mistress. The school knew that we didn't have much disposable income; they knew that we lived hand to mouth and that it was difficult to keep me in school uniforms as I was growing. My father played up the fact that I should be volunteering for the last two lessons for my good citizenship certificate and that I didn't want to let people down.

He closed his phone, "Well, she didn't want to let you go to school without your uniform on but she's agreed, I'll see you at home tonight.

I had to go and see the headmistress, get a letter from her excusing school uniform for the day and then on to my first class. Maths!

I saw Colin Black in the playground at midmorning break, should I avoid him or talk to him, he was talking to Miss West, she ran the school's volunteering program, I'd be seeing her at ten minutes to three to be registered and sent out to my volunteering assignment, I usually volunteered to work at the 'Red Cross' depot, they sent a minibus to our school to take up to six students to help pack ration boxes or water boxes, clothing or cook wear that would be sent to needy areas of the world. I loved that assignment because I didn't have to deal with people like the girls that worked in the Red Cross shop or the Help the Aged shop. I didn't like helping at the library either, we were usually asked to read to the preschool kids in the 'Wriggly Readers' program.

Colin looked over at me and smiled, Miss West looked over at me as well and she raised her eyebrows in surprise before walking off.

Colin came over to me, "Good morning Miss Clarke, how are you today?"

"I'm good thank you sir."

"I'd like you to have an early lunch today, I need a little help with cleaning out the sports equipment shed, it needs repainting over lunch time..." Colin was writing out a request chitty to get me into the dining room early, "Have a quick lunch and run over to the paint shop over on the trading estate to pick up a can of paint I have on order please!"

Colin winked at me, I knew the paint shop he meant, I was there just twelve hours ago. We were being jostled by kids coming and going from the playground so things had to be done in code.

After morning break it was double English, I went into the class and handed over my letter from the headmistress and the chitty from Colin that would get me out of English at five minutes to twelve.

The lesson ran through in double quick time...very unusual for Friday's double English lesson that usually dragged along slowly. I was soon being handed Colin's chitty and my letter about my lack of uniform and was sent on my way to the dining room.

I had finished and cleaned my pots away by ten past twelve. I walked past Sammy and Jim in the queue to get into the dining room, I was asked if I'd meet them at the sports equipment shed again, Sammy whispered, "I have four joints today, will you let me fuck you for all four?"

"Sorry Sammy, I'm busy today and I think that the games teachers are cleaning the equipment sheds out today anyway!"

I didn't say no outright, I quite liked the feeling of being fucked...another smart move by Colin, most girls have such a bad time losing their virginity that they don't have sex again for years after their first time. Colin had 'Roughed me in', he'd made sure that I'd gone past the fear and pain steps and well into the pleasure of sex before he let me go home. I gave Sammy and Jim a sweet smile and left them in the dinner queue. I went to my first classroom after dinner and dropped my satchel on the pile of my classmate's bags.

I skipped past the equipment sheds, Miss Peberdy was outside the field sports shed and things were being passed out to her from inside.

I almost skipped all the way to the paint shop, the side door was open and Colin was waiting for me inside.

"Strip, totally naked!"

I did, Colin hadn't fucked me last night but he made up for it today but it wasn't so much a fuck-fest, more a training session, Colin was actually teaching me how to please a man, how to delay a man who might be a little quick to fire, how to speed up a dawdler and how to make a man feel special while he's fucking me...no matter how boring the man was.

I had just five minutes to get back into school for afternoon registration after Colin finally filled my cunt with his seed.

"You don't have very long so don't bother with your bra and knickers, just put your dress on...You're on volunteering duties this afternoon aren't you?"

I nodded my head as I stepped into my dress.

"Volunteer to befriend a pensioner today!"

I stopped in my tracks, that was offered every week and so far no student from my class had ever volunteered for that assignment.

"Don't stop, you don't want to get a demerit for being late back from lunch do you?"

I pulled my arms into my dress, I had to run all the way back to school and as I did I was holding the bottom hem of my dress down with my left hand to stop it flying up and my right arm was over my tits to try and stop them bouncing around too much and showing everyone that I had no bra on.

I had forty minutes of 'Respect and Responsibility', it was a human relationship class and after that my class had to meet in the school reception. Miss West called for volunteers for the library, she got four hands and she listed their names on her clipboard before sending the four off. "Red Cross warehouse!"

That was always popular, they took six kids every Friday from our school in a mini bus provided by community transport and the driver was from another volunteering service, I'd usually rush to the front to get my name down for that because there were always two or three kids disappointed by lack of space. The first time that year that I hadn't been at the front of the queue for the minibus.

"Right, befriending a pensioner, they'd like six volunteers please!"

I put my hand up and walked forward, "Sarah Clarke, thank you!"

Miss West wrote my name on her list and then she wrote something on a slip of paper and folded it in half before handing it to me, "You know where the retirement home is don't you?"

I pointed across the road, "The footpath between the shops to Church Street and the retirement home is just across the road from the footpath."

"That's right."

I took the slip of paper and walked out of the main entrance but before the door closed I heard, "Right now, come on, I need five more volunteers to befriend a pensioner!"

As soon as I reached the street I opened the slip of paper, just a name, 'Ray West', coincidence? I wondered to myself and I heard 'Leroy Jethro Gibbs' voice in my head saying, "I don't believe in coincidences!"

I handed over my student ID and the slip of paper to the woman on reception. She entered my details on the visitors log and then opened the folded slip of paper; she did a double take, her eyes widened as she looked at my twelve year old face.

"Would you say that you were the type of girl that would be easily shocked?"

I thought for a moment, a week ago, the virgin Sarah would have said yes but the new...experienced women that I'd become, the sexually experienced woman with seven lovers under my belt so far, how could I say that I was shockable?

I shook my head.

"Okay, out of the main door, turn right and at the end of this building, cross the road, Ray West is in chalet 'Two-B'."

I knocked at the door of Ray's chalet, a dog went mad on the other side of the door and a, "Just a minute!" rose through the air above the barking dog.

I heard a voice fussing around the dog and then an apology to the dog for having to put its leash on, "Come in!"

I opened the door and entered the chalet; it looked like one large room, by the door that I'd just walked through was a kitchenette, at the far end of the room by the large window was a bed and in between there was a sitting area with a two seat sofa and a recliner arm chair and coffee table. Opposite the seating area was a door that led to the bathroom. The sofa was typical of institutional furniture, low to the ground and covered in PVC and the arm chair had a wing back.

"Hi, I'm Sarah from the comprehensive school on Commercial Road, I've come to have a chat with you...can I make you a drink of something before we start?"

Ray was holding the leash of his dog tightly, the room was full of pictures of dogs, all looking like the ball of fur that was bouncing about in front of Ray trying to get away from him.

Ray pointed with his walking stick to a cupboard by the side of the bathroom door. "Whisky in that cupboard with the glasses..." he wafted his stick towards the kitchenette, "...ice in the top of the fridge!"

Well, I was expecting tea or coffee but it was his house, so his rules!

I made a very stiff drink for him, two inches of alcohol with two ice cubes in it. I walked close to him and offered him the glass, his dog jumped at me; head butted me between my legs, if I'd been a boy that would have hurt a lot.

"Down Ben...bad dog."

Ray took the glass from my hand and thanked me, I looked down at Ben, he was still jumping up at me his fur was all white with just one black patch on his head...and now a pink flash under Ben's belly...what my friends would call the dog's lipstick because of the shape and the way it popped into view.

Ray saw where I was looking and he grinned at me, "Why don't you sit over there!"

This could be embarrassing, Colin had left a deposit in me at lunchtime, in my first lesson I'd managed to flick the back of my dress over the back of my seat so that I wasn't wetting the back of my dress...I couldn't do that on Ray's sofa. I would definitely be making a mess on the back of my dress as well as on Ray's sofa cushion.

I sat forward on the seat, the small sofa was lower than the length of my lower legs so if I sat back, Ray would see right up the backs of my thighs probably all the way up to where my knickers should have been. Ray was fussing Ben between his ears as the dog swung his head from side to side, just three inches, centred on me as I sat opposite and as his head moved from side to side it was sniffing at the scent coming from my direction.

Ray leaned a little further forward and he rubbed Ben's chest before lifting the dog's front legs, "My boy here thinks he can smell something he loves...can't you boy?"

I looked down, the lipstick had turned into something more like a pink candlestick, Ben's cock was four inches long, perhaps a little longer and as the dog sniffed his cock seemed to wave up and down in front of my eyes.

"I used to breed Jack Russell dogs before I moved here, the picture on the wall is Ben here with his five wives. Ben was my stud dog and he got to cover his wives twice a year...well, when I say that...he made them pregnant twice a year but he did cover them more often than that...randy little bugger would mount them whenever he got the chance and not just his wives...actually, not just dogs!"

Ray laughed, "So Sarah, how old are you?"

"I'm twelve sir."

"You don't have to call me sir Sarah, I'm just Ray...so twelve years old exactly or..."

"Erm, my birthday was three months ago."

Ray let a little of the leash slip through his fingers so that Ben could sniff at my ankles and lower legs, just close enough for Ben to lick me down there.

"I'm assuming that you have a boyfriend!"

I was about to say no...technically, I didn't have a boyfriend, I'd had sex with seven men in the last twenty hours but I wouldn't call any of them boys or friends. I'd masturbated Jim yesterday as well but wouldn't call him my boyfriend either, I cleared my throat, "Erm, no one special yet."

"No one special but someone special enough for you to have had sex with in the last few hours."

I blushed like a beetroot. How the hell did he know that?

"Don't be surprised Sarah, Ben wouldn't be acting the way he is if you didn't have a pussy full of semen. Relax and sit back more, open your legs a little, let Ben get a good sniff at you!"

I relaxed a little and let my back touch the rear cushion of the sofa but didn't open my legs. Ray reached out with his walking stick and he tapped the inside of my left ankle, "Lift your foot!"

I lifted my left foot and he pressed his cane into my ankle, moving my foot to the left by six inches. The end of the walking stick lifted over Ben's head and he tapped the inside of my right foot, "Lift please."

I lifted my right foot and he pushed it six inches to the right. I saw a little more of the dog's leash slip through Ray's fingers and Ben's head slipped under the bottom hem of my dress.

"Just relax Sarah, Ben will make you feel very special, his tongue goes on and on forever!"

Ray let the leash go free and Ben started licking all over my pussy mound as well as deep inside my cunt. I reached warp factor nine in twenty seconds and started rolling around on the sofa as I rolled through orgasm after orgasm, not just from the dog's tongue but because Ray sat there watching me with a wide grin on his face and just the thought of what a dog was doing to me...I should have been disgusted with myself but I was rapidly discovering that everything to do with sex was wonderful, no matter how disgusting perceived wisdom would say it was!

Ray slipped out of his seat, he moved the low coffee table to a spot between our two seats and then he pulled Ben away from me, bringing me crashing down from my orgasm to a gasping mess in just a few seconds.

Ray stood over me grinning at me as I got my breath back, "I take it that you've had training in how to suck a man's cock?"

I didn't want to answer but I'd watched Mary sucking a man's cock the day before and just two hours earlier, Colin had given me comprehensive instructions on how to revive a man's flaccid cock, using his own cock for me to practice on so I nodded my head.

Ray was unfastening his belt, "Take your dress off!"

I was a little reluctant, didn't respond as instantly as perhaps I should, "I know that you're naked under your dress, I could see that as soon as you walked in so no point in being shy."

I pushed myself up slightly and took my dress off, Ray pulled me out of my seat and he dragged me past the low table that was now very much in the way between the seats. Ray's trousers and underpants were around his ankles as he sat back in his seat, "Kneel down here in front of me!"

I looked at the table and was about to push it back out of the way, "No, leave the table where it is, just ease your feet either side of the table's legs as you get down. My knees were either side of the table's legs; spreading me wide open as I lowered my breasts down onto Ray's lap so that I could suck his cock.

It was a bit like having a mouth full of wet lettuce at first but Ray slowly stiffened up, there was a scratching sound as Ben scrambled up onto the table top behind me and then I felt his front paws on my lower back as he walked along my body until his hot pink cock started stabbing at my buttocks...that's when Ray suddenly got hard and filled my mouth with five inches of extremely veiny cock.

Ray had his hand pressing down on the back of my head so I couldn't ask him what Ben was trying to do behind my back...but then...I'd got a bloody good idea from female friends of mine who had dogs of their own who often said, with a twinkle in their eyes, "Dogs are definitely a girl's best friend, not a man's!"

Nothing was ever spelled out but the inference was always that the dog was fulfilling some function that a girl's parents wouldn't trust her to do with a boy in her bedroom!

Ben hit home, his cock was thinner than a man's, I'd already seen that it could reach at least four inches long but there could be more, even on such a small dog. There was a sound from the front door; I stopped sucking to listen, if Ray hadn't been pushing my head down so hard I would have looked back.

Footsteps worried me; they were coming closer, clicking of heels on the hard floor covering, either a woman in high heels or a man with mettle seggs in his keels.

"Hi Uncle Ray, looks like Colin was spot on...he said that Sarah here would be willing to try anything once!"

I didn't need to look now; I recognised Miss West's voice.

"How long has Ben been trying to get in her?"

'Erm...trying to get in me...are you blind woman, he's well in me and has been for ages!'

Ray spoke, "He's been humping away for ten minutes so far."

"Well, we should help him in now or he'll make himself sore!"

She was closer now, I could see her out of the corner of my eye, she reached down to Ben and she put her hand on his bum, then she put all of her weight down in one sharp push. And I suddenly felt fuller than any of the men had made me. Ben's frenetic humping slowed to a lazy thrust every few seconds and then there was a feeling of fullness and little spurts of thin semen jetting out of my pussy under high pressure.

"Are you close Ray?"

"Sarah's a great little sucker, I could have cum ages ago, I was just waiting for you!"

In my head I was shouting out, 'Cum...cum already, my bloody jaw is aching!'

"Ben will take about ten minutes for his knot to shrink enough for me to dismount him; can you hang on that long?"

Ray nodded his head.

She made a drink for herself and another whisky on the rocks for her uncle and she just sat on the sofa where I'd been sitting and was holding an everyday conversation with Ray as I sucked his cock. After ten minutes I felt fingers pressing around my pussy lips, "I think Ben is about soft enough for me to break the seal now, you keep a tight hold on your end and I'll pull from mine."

I felt a sudden pain again and cried out into Ray's cock as his niece yanked Ben backwards, Ben yelped in pain as well at being yanked out of the comfort of my cunt. I felt a cascade of thin dog cum and Colin's much thicker cum start to cascade towards the cave's entrance but it didn't see the light of day because Miss West's mouth was covering my cunt and she was eating every drop of both viscosities of spunk from my body and as she licked, Ray started to lift his hips and push my head down even harder until he exploded in my mouth.

Miss West drove me home because I'd been sucking her uncle for so long that the school bus to my village had left a long time before.

Dad was home before me, sitting in the kitchen with a business man, furled umbrella, briefcase, pinstripe suit with waistcoat. I walked in to, "Well, we can definitely cite unreasonable behaviour, get the whole thing over within six weeks rather than six years!"

'That sounds like divorce talk to me!' splashed into my befuddled head. "Can I make anyone a cup of tea or coffee?"

Two coffees both the way my dad took his, white with one sugar. I was in the kitchen filling the kettle when my dad came up behind me; he gripped my shoulders and kissed me on my cheek.

"Who's the suit?"

"Mr Grenville, he's a divorce lawyer...no...he's the best divorce lawyer in the county."

"Can we suddenly afford divorce lawyers that make house calls? I thought that we were dead broke!"

"I can't afford to pay him but he's willing to barter."

"You planning on growing potatoes in the back garden? Because if you are, let me tell you, a house calling lawyer is going to cost about a million tons of potatoes!"

"If I tell you that Colin put him in touch with me...what would you think?"

My dad had only known Colin for about thirty hours, I'd known him for around forty-eight hours but he was suddenly taking over our lives. "I'd think that I'm probably the other side of the barter, about a million tons of potatoes worth of barter."

Dad kissed my mouth and groped my breasts through my dress, "He wants one date with you for every thirty minutes he spends on my divorce!"

"Well, no skin off my nose, one man screwing me or another...makes no difference to me, when will I have to start paying?"

"He'll need something on account today...if you're okay with that."

"Can I have a shower first, I've been screwed by a dog today and I can smell him on me!"

I took the two cups of coffee through to the living room, "Is it okay if I take a shower first Mr Grenville?"

"Sure, but call me Mark please."

I looked at my dad, "Your room or mine?"

"Mine, it has the only double bed!"

"Okay then, send Mark up in ten minutes."

As I walked up the stairs to the bathroom I heard "So, I'll print out the papers and file them in the family court first thing on Monday morning, you can come into my office at nine o'clock and pick up a set of papers for yourself and a set to hand to your wife, do it as soon as possible."

I was showered and waiting in my father's bed for Mark Grenville to join me. He wasn't the handsomest man in the world...he wasn't in his first flush of youth...he wasn't even a remarkable lover. As I accepted his cock into my cunt I was disappointed by his size and his skill level, I could see instantly why Mary had looked so bored with that man in the train carriage but I remembered how she pretended that he was the best lover in the world. I smiled up into Marks eyes and I pulled his face down to mine, his lips down onto my lips and I kissed him passionately.

I re-centred my mindset and got into the whole fucking act, I was taking the pleasure from Mark that he wasn't giving to me voluntarily and in the process, without faking an orgasm and stroking his vanity, I increased his pleasure from my body. I gave him two hours of fun and sent him away a drained and happy man. I got him through three separate orgasms and using skills Colin had taught me earlier I'd brought him back to life each time and took him by surprise.

I had fallen asleep by the time my dad joined me in bed, my last two days had been exhausting and I'd missed a lot of sleep on Thursday night. I woke at two o'clock in the morning, my dad was at my side, totally naked, I was starving hungry and I was hungry for my dad's cock. I used my mouth on his cock to wake him up, we fucked like rabbits for an hour and then I made us a snack before we went back to sleep wrapped in each other's arms.

My dad wasn't a bad lover; I could train him up...the way that Colin was training me to perform sex like a professional! So far no one had paid me directly for using my body, I'd seen some men paying Colin and some men not paying him to use me and I knew that I'd give free sex to people I liked in the future, just for the pleasure of sharing our bodies.

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