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Author's Note: This story contains fiction of an adult nature. It may contain themes involving Incest, under age sex, rape, bestiality, drugs or alcohol abuse. If these subjects make you uncomfortable please exit now. The story is meant for the entertainment of adults as defined by your local government or society, if you are below this age please exit now. The author does not condone or encourage anyone to act in real life the way the characters depicted in this story act. This story has been written in parts, jump to part 2 here. jump to part 3 here.
The Crash (pt 1)
Most kids in the country get excited or terrified when they get to the end of year five at school, the first five years at school are usually in small schools that are within walking distance of their homes, year six is when most kids have to start travelling to school, some by school bus, others by public transport, we all called it 'Big School'. Most kids got the feeling that they were becoming adults when they made the move to 'Big School', it was the start of choosing lesson options, I say most kids, my father worked for Leeming Brothers, we lived in an exclusive village within the commuter belt for London, but more importantly, on the outskirts of the village was a private school, not one of the best in the world but one hundred times getter than state schools. I had started at Ashford School when I was just three months old and had the prospect that I was going to be going to the same school until I was eighteen years old, we did move when we reached year six, from the fourteenth century Lower School block, across the Quad to the sixteenth century Middle School block and in year eleven there was another planned move to the High School block, that was on the other side of the Gymnasium wing, a twentieth century addition when the concept of a structured sixth form came into the public educational system. The school motto was 'Esse Quam Videri', which everyone knows means, 'To Be, Rather Than To Seem To Be'. Well the last to be is actually inferred, the literal translation ends at Seem but in modern Latin classes we don't lose any marks if we add it in to make sense of the quote. Well, in two-thousand and nine we found out that Leeming Brothers wasn't all it seemed to be. My fees were paid annually so I did finish year five in familiar surroundings, I also had the advantage of taking my SAT's in a room with fifteen others instead of a room with over a hundred kids. Fully air conditioned exam room, total silence, sugary drinks on each desk and an invigilator who was there to see that you got the very best mark possible, certainly not the cattle market that the state school kids were sitting in at the same moment. My predicted SAT score was ninety-five percent, we trained for the SAT's all year long, as it turned out I got ninety, the news had hit hard about my father's job disappearing along with most of his holdings, investments in companies that evaporated early in the crash. We had lost the house a week before the end of term exams and been forced to move into rented accommodation. The school were great, they helped me every step of the way out of my comfortable cocoon and out into the state school system. My year head pulled strings to get my grades updated to the predicted score for the purpose of getting a place in a better state school, I had an interview at Westminster Grammar School, which I flew through, the problem was, we lived in a small village in Kent and I would need to commute every day to school. I was given a travel pass for the train into Westminster, it was very restrictive though, I had an allocated seat on the six fifty-five train, from Ashford to Waterloo Station, I would have to walk from the station to school but it was only across the Waterloo Bridge over the Thames, turn left onto Embankment and then it was less than a half a mile to the school gates. Our three week summer holiday on a chartered yacht had been cancelled even though my father had actually paid for the yacht the year before, he had waited too book the flights until closer to the time of the holiday, "The airlines use a bell-curve booking system, the most expensive tickets are sold over six months ahead of time, the cheapest seats are sold three months before the flight and then they go up again until the most expensive tickets are two weeks before takeoff!" My father had worked for a flight booking company when the low cost airlines first started out, he had written the algorithm that worked out the price loading over time model for that company and every other was using the same model, so he knew exactly what he was talking about. We didn't have the money for flights, so we didn't have the holiday. I had seven weeks of total boredom, if I had been at Ashford School still, I would have been able to use the gym, the pool, the sports fields, my friends all met at the pool or to play la-cross, netball or just hang out and do prep in the school library, Ashford School always set summer holiday homework, I doubted that the state schools would do the same thing and if they did, the school wouldn't be open for the students to use. First day at 'Big School', Ashford had prepared me for most things in life but not this, waking up at five-thirty, even the school uniform felt cheap and nasty, short polli-cotton blend gymslip, the Grammar School had a special gymslip and none of the suppliers had one that reached anywhere close to my knees, there was a gold piping that ran around the bottom of the dress an inch above the hem, so no one made anything different, one length for all students, well, for all the girls at least. Autumn term uniform mandated ankle socks, no stockings, no tights, no 'shalwa chemise', the girl's legs had to be bare. Winter uniform included navy tights to keep the legs warm. Spring uniform was the same as autumn and summer was a lightweight summer dress in pink gingham. There was no negotiation at all over school uniform, my mother said to my father when she thought that I wasn't listening, "The uniform is to keep the Muslims out of the school, and the Sikhs, Muslim girls fathers won't allow them to go to school with bare legs and their heads uncovered, they won't allow their boys to go for fear of them being corrupted by the sight of the girls and the Sikhs won't let their kids go without their turbans on!" My mother liked the fact that the school never bowed to pressure or political correctness. The train was late, apparently the train was late every day, I had my satchel full of books and pens, I had a lunch bag too, sandwiches and drinks. I found my seat, the pre-booked seats seemed to be spread out well throughout the compartment, my seat was about half way along carriage 'D', the aisle seat, I had quite a stretch to put my books on the rack above the seat, the train was old, dirty and poorly maintained, the man sitting in the seat across the aisle from me muttered, "Straight from the stone age this train!" His muttering had caused me to look at him a little longer than I had meant too, he had a glossy 'men's' magazine, the type that was often found on the top shelf in the newsagents, usually sealed in obscured cellophane wrappers. I had never been this close to one of those types of magazines in my life before, I had never seen my father with one, in fact, I was quite naive when it came to sex, we had the internet at home and kids at school claimed that the internet was the world's largest pornography resource but my father had installed the kind of net-nanny that used a list of 'safe' sites that my father had loaded into the pc in advance, if I needed information that wasn't in a site on the list I had to ask him to add the new site so that he could check it out first. I had been brought up correctly, I knew that it was wrong to try and read over someone else's shoulder but I couldn't believe that the man was just sitting there reading pornography while just eighteen inches away from me. There was no way that he could have mistaken me for an adult, or even an older student, I looked all of my eleven years or even a little less if I'm honest, I was very sporty at school, keen on dance and running, la-cross, netball, hockey, even football, so, while the less athletic girls were building up fat reserves around their hips and chest, I was like a rake. I have to say that I was a little disappointed, I had expected to see pictures, the front of that particular magazine advertised that it had a readers wives or girl friends section but the guy opposite me was reading a double page of text, some kind of story, too far away from me to actually read what it actually said. I started to drift, I should have turned my attention away from the man, I knew that I should, he was slightly overweight, a business man, not well paid from the look of his clothes, his shirt was nylon, almost as cheap as my gymslip, he wore a vest under the shirt, even though it wasn't cold, there were sweat stains under his arm-pits and under his man-boobs. His trousers weren't part of a suit, just slacks from M&S, and it had been a long time since they had seen a press, he had no jacket, just an umbrella and a dark tie, rolled around his hand and stuffed messily into the shirt's breast pocket. He caught me looking him over, when he looked over at me I could see from his face that he had at least ten years on my father, perhaps even older than that, it was so hard to tell as he was so much fatter than my father, I'd have to guess that he was over fifty. He smiled at me, if he had been brought up as well as I had, he wouldn't have shown that he had caught me, he should have just looked away, maybe look back after a few seconds if he really wanted to smile at me but he didn't, he just let me know that he had caught me looking and he smiled at me to let me know. Catching me looking at him had an effect on him, more so than reading the dirty story, he had to make an adjustment in a 'certain area' and even though I had blushed a deep crimson seeing him touch himself I still couldn't look away, in fact it was much worse, now, instead of looking at his magazine I was focusing much lower down as the front of his trousers twitched into life and the front of his trousers started to form a tent. I don't know what it is about the way I was reacting, I knew that it was wrong for me to be staring so much at the old man as he was reading and then when he took hold of his cock through his trousers to make himself more comfortable as he started to get an erection, it wasn't that I didn't know about a man's erection but everything I knew came from biology classes or girl talk in the common room or playground but I had never actually seen one this close as it was going through its mechanical process. The train we were on was very old, the company that ran it only had the one train and it only had 'off-peak' slots, hence the six fifty-five train, it only kept its franchise because it serviced four villages on old branch lines that the larger operators didn't want to service, the fact that the train went down the branch lines meant that the journey took much longer than it should, there was only around ten miles added to the distance but those ten miles, five in each direction, were all on slow lines and as the train had to reverse along the branch, the, already slow speed was halved, the train wasn't a 'push me, pull you' kind of double ended unit like all of the modern trains, the drive engine was only at one end. I spent the whole of that first journey into Waterloo staring at the old man, I just couldn't help myself, fortunately as we were travelling out of the main rush hour no one came into our carriage to catch me staring at him and because the only person to pass us was the ticket collector, the man felt safe reading his dirty magazine and he also felt free to continually touch himself between his legs to keep himself comfortable as his cock grew under my view. As we passed through Vauxhall I heard him say, seemingly to himself, "Are pink knickers part of the school uniform?" It was the first time I had looked away from him for over an hour, I looked all around to see if he could be talking to anyone else, but, we were alone for five rows of seats in both directions. When my gaze returned to the old man he was looking directly at me, "Well?" he asked, I must have looked very puzzled, I was trying to work out if I could have misheard him, "Do they allow you girls to wear pink knickers to school?" There was no mistaking it this time, he was asking me a direct question, I just shrugged my shoulders, my mother had read the rules on the school uniform, I hadn't, nothing had been mentioned to me about knickers. It wasn't like anyone would see what was under my gymslip so why should it bother the school what colour I was wearing. "It's just that I couldn't help seeing when you put your bags in the rack that you were wearing very pretty pink knickers, a little lace too, I'm sure that you will find that both pink and lace are banned at Westminster Grammar school. You'll have plenty of time when we get to Waterloo to pop over to Marks and Spenser's and buy some white ones, I'd think you could wear navy knickers to school too but white would be easier to find at short notice!" I was dumbstruck, this was not the kind of conversation that I was used to having with strangers, especially a stranger that was as old, if not older, than my grandfather. I had to think back, I hadn't really thought about my panties when I dressed for school in, what seemed like, the middle of the night, I had just put my hand into the top draw of my dressing table and pulled out the first pare I found, I wriggled in my seat slightly, he was right though, I could feel the lace against my thigh as I moved in my seat. He was also right, the train was so early that I would have almost an hour to wait for class to start. It took an age but I finally managed to answer him, "It won't matter, no one will see!" I had time to buy new knickers but I didn't have the funds, since my father had lost his job and most of our savings overnight, there was little spare money for him to give to me. "I know your school very well, You'll have been told that you had to bring shorts, t-shirt and towel with you on your first day in case you have gym class, if you do have gym, you'll find that Rebecca Riley is a bit of a dyke, she watches you girls change like a hawk, she insists that you change your knickers when you get changed for gym, it isn't for hygiene, it's because she likes to see you young girls naked!" he had a broad grin on his face as he told me about the gym mistress. He obviously saw from my face that I had a problem with what he had told me, "What is it, don't you have enough money to buy new knickers?" I shook my head. "We'll have to come to an agreement, I'll come with you and buy you a pair of M&S white cotton bikini brief panties and swap you for your pink ones!" I must have looked a little disgusted with the idea of swapping my knickers for some new ones, "Well, please yourself, the first day at a new school can make or break your year, you'll be the only girl to earn a demerit on their first day at their new school for uniform infringements!" The man was starting to walk down the train towards the door, we were just pulling along the edge of the platform, actually, we didn't stop where I thought we were going to stop, we ran to the very end of the platform, as Waterloo was an 'end of the line' station, our train was sent right along to the buffers, as I stepped off of the train an Arriva train pulled in behind us, they stopped much closer to the exit from the platform than we had, I almost lost sight of the man as he melted into the three million people who flooded off of the Arriva train. I ran up to him and caught his arm just as he was about to descend into the underground system, "Please, I can't get into trouble on my first day!" The man smiled at me, he nodded understandingly. Now, M&S didn't usually allow people to try on their knickers, so I had to let the man buy them for me, then I picked up a dress from the closest rack to the changing rooms and took a tag from the assistant with a huge '1' on it to show that I was trying on just one dress. I had made a mistake with the dress, it was too small, far too tight and far too revealing for me to wear at my age, I changed my knickers and dress, took my dirty pink panties out to the man under the pretence of letting him see me in my selection, I had my pink panties balled up in my hand, I didn't want to see them, I didn't want him to see them or the store assistant either, I pressed my hand against his and he took the exchange without further embarrassment. I just kept telling myself, 'It's all OK, I'll never see the man again in my life!' And that's how I got over the embarrassment of handing over my worn panties to the stranger in exchange for a pair of cheap knickers while standing in a dress that made me look like a whore. I rushed back into the changing room and changed into my school uniform, when I returned to the main floor, very apprehensively, as I handed the dress back to the woman looking after the changing rooms she gave me the kind of look that spoke volumes, her look made me feel that she thought that I was ten times worse than I thought I felt. Fortunately the seat that the man from the train was sitting on was empty; I breathed a huge sigh of relief and made a mental note that I would have to pay more attention to the letters we received from school and particular attention to the rules on school uniform. I took a slow walk to school, I was sure that I would never see the man, that now held my used panties, ever again. Even without the allowance that had been made by my school to increase my SAT's by five percentage points, my score was still head and shoulders above the next highest in my year. The next thirty weeks would be a cake walk for me, the biggest problem for me would be boredom, the first day at my new school was all work that I had done two years earlier at my previous school. I had an hour between the train arriving in Waterloo and the start of school, at the end of the day I only had fifteen minutes to get back to the railway station after the last lesson, fortunately my form had PE early in the morning where I encountered Ms Riley, the guy on the train was absolutely right about her, she was like a Lioness prowling around her pray as we undressed, girls who had non-regulation underwear were given demerits and a tirade of verbal abuse, I was criticised for not wearing a bra, I was much too big to 'flop around' like that, but fortunately, no demerit. Ms Riley was definitely a lesbian, she looked like a Russian shot-putter, it was uncanny how the man on the train knew her so well. I had to run to catch my train, there was no margin for error, if I didn't make my train, I would have to pay for another train ticket and my family just didn't have that kind of money. As I slumped into my allotted seat, the same seat as I had in the morning, it dawned on me that in the morning I was likely to be in exactly the same seat again, and if I were in that seat, then the old man was likely to be in the seat opposite me! 3,607 Words I was torn all evening, to tell my parents about the man on the train or not to tell. I did tell my mother how bored I had been all day, the rest of my class had been given homework to do before the next day; I had managed to do most of the extra work during class and had finished it off on the way home on the train. "Well, the problem is, all State schools have to stick to the same curriculum, so, it wouldn't matter which school you went too, the work would still be two years behind where you are now, there is no way out of it!" I couldn't help thinking to myself that if I went to the local comprehensive school, I'd still be as bored but at least I'd get three hours more sleep every day. "I'll have a word with the school bursar to see if we can get your rail ticket changed for one that will allow you to do some after school clubs or sports, you always loved your sports, didn't you?" Mother was right, I did love school sports, not that Westminster Grammar School had anywhere close to the sports facilities that Ashford School had, I knew that it was just my mother's way of placating me and that moving me off of the cheap train onto the Arriva service would at least double the cost to the school and that was just for the same time slots that I already had, if I had access to a peak seat on the Arriva train, the sky would be the limit on the price. I had to go to bed at eight thirty and make sure that I was asleep by nine o'clock so that I would be able to get up in time for my train journey to school. I was late on the platform, the train was, once again late leaving but I still almost missed it. I was still walking to my seat as the train pulled away from the platform; the train was so old and rickety that I was being thrown from one side of the aisle to the other as I made my way to my seat. When I reached my seat and was trying to put my satchel on the overhead rack I was thrown against the old man, he put his arm around my waist, anyone looking in our direction would think that he was just trying to steady me but I felt his hand searching for my breast, eight weeks earlier, when I played sport every day, he would have felt nothing but now, there was a slight swell of fat beneath my nipple. I looked over my shoulder; the guy's face had a massive grin almost joining his ears together. There was a pinch I think, he kind of tweaked my nipple and I gasped for air as I pulled myself to my feet, "I'm glad to see that you have put on white knickers today!" I shivered at the thought that the man had, once again, seen my panties as I reached up to place my satchel on the rack above my seat. The glossy magazine was out before we passed the signal box that stood at the points that joined our branch to the main trunk line. The inspector passed us a short time later causing the old man to cover his book with his coat as his ticket was checked, there were so few people on the train that the man had hardly reopened his magazine before he hid it again for the ticket inspector's return journey along our compartment. OK! OK! I know that after the previous day I should have asked for my seat to be moved away from the old man, I also knew the kind of magazine that he was looking at and that I should have looked out of the window, at the passing fields and cottages, but I was like a moth drawn to a flame. This time I didn't get the chance to watch as the old man's cock inflated, my falling and his lap and his subsequent pinch and feel had already inflated him. He was careful to keep his lap exposed as he read his story in the magazine so that I could see the tent in his trousers, once again I was transfixed by the sight, and every two minutes or so he used his free hand to touch, stroke or move his cock, through his trousers. Even though I could feel my face heat up as I blushed every time he touched himself I just couldn't stop looking, from the page of his book and down to his trouser tent. I was feeling uncomfortable, strange feelings were running from my brain to a point about an inch below the pit of my stomach, feelings that I had never had in my life before. There was a change, the man looked all around, I looked too, just to see if he had been alerted to someone moving through the train, there was no one, the only other person in our compartment seemed to be sleeping, our row was dead centre of the carriage and the other man was by the door eleven rows in front of us. When I looked back at the magazine there were four pictures of young women with rather large busts on display as well as perfectly trimmed or even bare pussy mounds, I blushed hard, but not as hard as I blushed when I saw that the guy had opened his zipper and his left hand was inside his trousers. I was transfixed again, I had told myself that, after staring at the man for the whole journey the day before, that I wouldn't look at him at all today. His left hand was inside his trousers and he was rubbing himself, I was going to say back and forth or up and down, but it was kind of side to side instead. I had my eyes fixed on his open fly for the whole of the rest of the journey into London, I wanted to see his cock, it would have been the first time I had ever seen a boy or man's cock in my life, it didn't matter to me that the cock may have been shrivelled up and wrinkled as he was so old, I just wanted to see it once. I was totally disappointed and totally frustrated that I hadn't seen his cock at all, just the fact that his hand had been in his trousers for almost an hour. In Waterloo station the man almost jumped to his feet, I was in no hurry, I had loads of time before school started, then I noticed that he had dropped his magazine on the seat to his right in his hurry to leave the train. I sat for an age in the empty train before standing up to retrieve my satchel, in the partial darkness at the end of the platform I noticed my reflection in the train's window, as I stretched up to take down my school bag I could clearly see my knickers reflected in the window. Then I noticed the magazine again, if I left it, the cleaners or the next passenger may find it, they may steal it, or if it was a little old lady, she may well be grossly offended by finding it, I would take it with me, it was obvious that we would be on the same train in the mornings again tomorrow, probably every day for the whole term, I'd take the magazine and give it back to the man the next day. I'd pass it over to him without a word, just a disdainful glance to show my disgust at him reading such a thing in public. Who was I kidding, I walked slowly to school, time to kill and all that, every step I took I could hear the squeak of the glossy cover of the magazine as it rubbed against my Eng. Lit. book. I couldn't of course but I did find myself speeding up, I was the only girl in the playground so early, there were four boys kicking a ball around on the far side of the quadrangle of tarmac, I found a quiet corner, steps from an emergency exit that had a low wall on two sides, I sat on the top step, checked around to make sure that I was still alone, then I took the book from my satchel. One of the pages had its corner turned over; I hated to see that, had the man never heard of a bookmark? I opened the book at the dog-eared page, there was a biro circle around one short story title and a line off to the margin, "Read this first!" Was scribbled at the edge of the page.
I had to slam the book shut as a dirty football bounced over the low wall and hit my head, the boy running after it caught me as I was trying to push the magazine into my over full satchel. "Hey guys, come over here and see what this girl has, she's got a 'wank mag' in her bag!" The sound reverberated around the schools windows all around us, I was glad that there was only the four boys in the playground at the time, all four of which were now standing around the bottom of the steps looking excitedly at me. I jumped to my feet and tried to push past the boys, "Hey look, she must have pissed her pants!" I looked back in horror to see a little wet patch on the step where I had been sitting. "You're such an Ass William, that's not pee; she was obviously finger fucking herself while she was reading her 'wank mag'!" I wanted to say that it wasn't my magazine, explain that I had found it on the train` but nothing would come from my lips, not even breath, I had stopped breathing, I knew that I should be breathing but having just been caught reading a dirty book in the school playground and getting accused of masturbating, I really just wanted to die. "We'll have to report you to the duty teacher when he comes down to the playground unless you pay us to keep quiet, it is after all a suspendable offence, bringing offensive material into school!" I managed to shrug my shoulders, I had no money, I was on free school meals, so I didn't even have lunch money to offer the boys, I didn't smoke either, like prison, tobacco products or alcohol were legal tender in the state school system. The boys gathered into a huddle, I heard "Poor as a church mouse!" And, "Father was bankrupted!" And, "We'll, have to think up another form of payment!" Coming from the tight huddle, then they parted, Victor Palmer cleared his throat, then, "We won't tell anyone if you come with us to the boiler room!" I had only been at the school for one day but I had already heard that the disused boiler room was the place to go with your boyfriend if you wanted a little privacy, I gasped for air, I hadn't taken a breath for what seemed like twenty minutes, in reality, it had been more like twenty seconds. "I can't go there with all of you!" Slipped out in a kind of dry-mouthed squeak, it sounded so unlike me that I looked behind me again to see who had said it and shuddered when I saw the damp patch still on the floor, I must have been so turned on from watching the old man on the train or from what I was reading on in the book but wasn't going to admit that to myself. The boys gathered in a huddle again, they were doing 'Rock, 'Paper', 'scissors'. Victor Palmer seemed to win, I only say seemed to win because from where I was standing I could see that as his hand moved it had one choice, then he would change it when he saw what the other's had chosen, so basically, he was cheating his way to his win. Victor said nothing, he just smiled at me, took my hand and pulled me along behind him towards the boiler room. The school had been heated originally, by a coal fired boiler, when one of the local office blocks set up a Combined Heat and Power (CHP) scheme, they connected the school into the heat dissipation system as the office was producing far more heat than it needed for its own use, so the boiler and the coal store were no longer needed. When the law changed and smoking in public buildings became illegal, the head of school, feeling that a huddle of teacher at the school gates each break time puffing away would lower the tone of the school, had decided to turn a blind eye to smoking in the old boiler room. The room had been cleaned out and comfortable seating had been provided, everyone knew that the teachers all smoked on their way to school and so the room was unused first thing in the morning. Victor opened the door and almost fell down the stairs which started at the door, no margin of safety, but then the room had been designed to be locked until the stoker arrived and locked again, once he was inside. At the bottom of the stairs Victor stopped, he pulled me around him, so that I was standing facing him and the stairs. Victor sucked his stomach in and nodded his head down, he was indicating something downwards, I just looked blankly at him, I had no idea what he wanted, I was the new girl, in more ways than one. "Come on, put your hand down!" "WHAT?" "Put your hand down my pants!" "No!" "OK! I'm sorry but the duty teacher will be in the playground by now, I'm just going to have to tell him what you have in your bag, I wonder if the wet spot on the steps is still there from where you were masturbating yourself!" I was weighing up in my mind, if I broke for it and reached the road to dump the book in a bin, the boys would probably just follow me and retrieve the book, I could still face the ignominy of exposure but it may be worse for me that I had tried to dispose of the thing in a public place, anyway, I had wanted to see the man's cock earlier, sooooooo much, why not actually feel one up, here in the boiler room. My hand slipped down Victor's trousers easily, his cock felt a little like a cigarette in size, apt that we were in the smoking room. I touched it, hard, stiff and warm, sticky too at the end. I had my hand back out again in a flash, I didn't mind the hard, nor the warm, but the sticky bothered me a lot, in my mind it was just uncleaned pee from earlier, I had no idea about a boy's anticipation and what it produced. "No! That's not enough, do it properly!" "Do what properly?" "Play with my dick, like you were playing with your fanny earlier!" My face must have told a story, "Come on, open my zipper, take it out and rub me off!" I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, the sound as I unzipped his fly was deafening, I was sure that everyone in the City of London could hear that bellowing ripping sound and that they would all know that it was me opening a boys trousers. I thought to myself, 'At least I only have to do it to Victor!' "Come on, hurry up, we only have ten minutes!" Ten minutes, it was almost an hour before school started, why did we only have ten minutes? I looked up the stairs, the four panes of glass in the top half of the door were obscured but even so, I could see three heads shadowed through it, Oh!, That's why we only have ten minutes! When I finally opened my eyes and looked down at Victor's cock it was quite unremarkable, I still had no idea what he wanted me to do but at least now I knew what a man's cock looked like. Under Victor's instruction, I pulled back his foreskin; I had to stifle a chuckle as his cock looked so funny. Playground scuttlebutt at my old school, and the line drawings I had seen in books said the penis had a mushroom head, Victor's cock didn't, the skin on the outside of his cock shaft was still attached to his cock head or seemed to be so I saw no mushroom. I pulled and pushed his skin back and forth for five minutes, suddenly his hand shot between my legs and as he grabbed a hand full of my panty covered vagina he gasped for air and fired off a thin string of semen, covering my palm, wrist and even onto the hem of my gymslip, I let go as fast as I could and stepped back as a second jet of cum splashed to the floor. Victor took over his cock and pumped himself hard and fast, then he seemed to almost pass out before three or four further jets of spunk fired out of his cock's eye, thicker and more viscous than the jets that hit my hem and hand a second earlier. I had my introduction to pre-cum and the full thing for the first time in my life. 3,150 Words Victor checked his watch, "Three minutes of my time left!" Then his spunk covered hand shot out for the hem of my gymslip again, he was quite rough with me as I tried to clamp my thighs together, he eventually forced his hand between my legs, yanked the gusset of my knickers to one side and forced his middle finger up into my vagina, as his finger disappeared up into me he leaned in to try and kiss me on the lips. I don't know why I didn't want Victor to kiss me, I had after all just masturbated him and he was at that moment finger fucking me but a kiss seemed more personal than a mechanical sex act. I think that Victor was actually trying to get me off as I had clumsily tried to get him off, well I guess that I did get him off in a way, he just had to finish it for himself. I was getting close, I don't know what I was getting close too but my breathing was getting shallow and rapid just as Victor's had just before he wet my hand. There was a knock at the door above us, then it opened, the boy who had come second in the 'rock, paper, scissors' game said, "You've been eleven minutes, time to change over!" Victor had to wait at the bottom of the steps until his replacement had reached the boiler house floor. I watched red faced as Victor sniffed at the finger that had been up inside of me as he waited. I followed Victor up the steps with my eyes, he was very careful not to allow his wet finger to touch the handrail as he climbed the steep steps. I was vaguely aware of the boy pulling his zipper down but I was still watching Victor, the door closed and I watched his silhouette through the obscure glass panel in the door and he offered his wet finger to each of the other boys to smell. I felt my hand being pulled away from my side, I stopped watching Victor bragging to his football buddies and looked at the boy standing in front of me, his trousers and under pants were pooled around his ankles and one of his hands was holding the front of his shirt up. His cock was larger than Victor's, not much, but a little longer as well as fatter, there was also a halo of black hair around the base of his cock. My hand was pulled until it made contact with his shaft, then I took over for myself, as I began to masturbate him he pulled the front of my gymslip up, not just high enough to see my knickers, he pushed it up until he could tuck the hem into the neck hole. My cheep nylon blouse didn't reach as far as the top of my knickers, there was a few inches of flat midriff exposed above the elastic of my knickers. The boy was in a hurry, not to cum this time, he was in a hurry to expose my lower body, he was tugging at the top of my knickers, I knew full well that I should have stopped him but I didn't. This time I didn't try to clamp my thighs together either, I just allowed him to push the front of my knickers down. As soon as he saw my ginger covered pussy he started to thrust his cock into my hand, speeding things up a whole lot more, I heard the creaking of the door above but ignored it, the other three boys were peeking down at us, then I suddenly realised that, as the boy began to fire off into my hand we weren't alone in the boiler house. I was once again breathing heavily on the fingers exploring inside on cunt. The other boys began to pull at my gymslip. Up and over my head, then my blouse was being unfastened and pulled open. I was virtually naked now with four boys staring at my body. The boy who had just climaxed into my hand pulled his trousers up and he left to keep watch at the door. Victor stood behind me and rubbed his hands all over my body as I took one cock in each hand and brought two boys off simultaneously. As I massaged two boys off I felt Victors warm cock pressing against my bottom, he was rubbing himself back and forth over my soft buttocks, then he lingered in the valley between my bum-cheeks, he made the movements as if he was fucking me in the rear but he was just using the friction of my buttocks to bring himself off. I had my own lubrication juices running freely from my cunt as well as semen that had been rubbed into my pussy by the boys after they climaxed and then a full load of Victor's spunk lining my bum, Victor took great delight in pulling my knickers up so that they soaked up all that liquid. There was a banging at the door, our lookout was warning us that someone was coming, the three boys ran up the steps taking them two at a time and leaving me standing there in just my panties. I dressed as quickly as I could, I only fastened the two top buttons of my blouse before pulling my gymslip over my head, I slipped the magazine under the cushion on an old seat, I'd have to return at the end of the day to retrieve it. I was at the top of the stairs when the door opened and a teacher walked in with his cigarette already between his lips and his lighter poised to strike as soon as he was safe from view, "What the hell are you doing in here, it's off limits and you know it!" "Is it, I'm sorry I didn't know, I only started here yesterday, some boys were larking about and I had to duck in here to hide from them!" "Was that Mister Palmer and his friends?" "I don't know, like I said, I only started here yesterday!" "Well, cut along then, back to the playground, Mr Simons is on duty there now so there should be no more high jinks!" As I walked back to the playground every step I took reminded me of what Victor had just done to me, I was so naive that I thought that I had just been fucked, I thought that Victor had taken my virginity but strangely, it hadn't hurt at all, rumour had it that the first time was really painful but the kind of pain that no girl would want to miss. There were twenty boys and eight girls in the playground when I turned the corner, the four boys that I had just spent time with in the boiler house weren't playing football now though, I could see them spread out amongst the other boys, they were bragging about what they had just done to me, I couldn't hear what was being said but I could see Victor putting his finger under other boys noses to share my 'inner perfume' with the other boys before miming for them what he had done behind me. As I walked along, the feeling of thick sticky spunk squelching in my knickers with every step I took, every face in the playground turned in my direction, every eye was on me, I had turned from a 'posh swat' from the private school into the school whore in just one day. I felt uncomfortable, physically as well as emotionally, I headed off to the toilet, I needed to clean myself up down in the panty area before any of the 'boy-jelly' escaped and fell to the floor. When I pulled my knickers down I was surprised that there was no blood, everyone knew that the first time there was blood, there had to be blood, it was the only way a husband would know his wife had been a virgin when they married, I could never marry now, I didn't have any virginity left to give a husband. I was also surprised that there was no thick jelly in my knickers; they were just soaking wet like I had pissed myself. It had definitely felt like I had a gusset full of jelly as I walked along, so where had it all gone, I took some toilet tissue and wiped my bottom, I found the jelly after all, still sticking to my bum-crack. I took my knickers off and then left the cubicle, I rinsed the gusset through in the sink before holding my knickers under the hand drier to try and dry them off. My panties were still wet when the bell went to call us all into class, I had to choose quickly, to put damp panties back on or risk getting caught out in the school with no knickers on. My first class was geography, my first ever Geography lesson in my new school, Mr. Gildert operated assigned seating, there was a seating plan pinned on the notice board, the disappointment on some boys faces was palpable, they had been almost fighting over who was going to sit next to me, I noticed that the seating plan had the word provisional on top of it. I was provisionally sat under the large window, right next to one of the large cast iron heating radiators. I took my seat carefully so as not to expose my ginger pussy hair to the rest of the room. I folded my knickers into a small square and placed them on top of the radiator to dry during the lesson. The first lesson was a pop-quiz, Mr Gildert had devised a test that was based on what we should have all learned the previous year, or in my case, two years earlier, while the other twenty kids in the room groaned at the prospect of a surprise test, I thrived on it, my previous school tested us all every month or so. By the time the test was over so was the lesson and my knickers were dry too but I had to go back to the toilet to put them on. Because of the trip to the toilet, I was the last one into the next lesson, forty minutes of religion, it seemed strange to me that a school that had abolished morning assembly every day for every child still bothered to do religious education lessons. As I was last into the class I could spot the empty desks, there were two empty seats by other kids and one desk that was totally empty, I chose that one so that I was alone. The teacher moved the other two students that were sitting alone as she wanted everyone, where possible, to have a partner. At morning break I hid myself away in the girls toilets for the fifteen minutes of barbarism that was laughingly called 'playtime', at my old school, we would have been playing chess in the common room, or reading non-school books for pleasure, we did an hour's sport every day so we didn't need to run around like wild animals for fifteen minutes in the middle of the morning. Double maths seemed totally pointless to me after break, I managed to get a seat by myself again by being the last one into the classroom. I rushed into Lunch after Maths and tried to ignore the whispers behind my back as my mornings experience in the boiler room was passed from one to another student, I just picked up a main meal, no starter or sweet, I bolted my food as quickly as possible so that I could escape the whisperers. I ran to the boiler house, I stopped at the door and knocked, I had just seen a teacher going into the dining room, if challenged I'd say I was looking for her. No answer from beyond the door so I rushed down and snatched the magazine from its hiding place and headed for the playground. Not many kids at Westminster grammar school went home for lunch so the playground was reasonably full, I could hear the whispers, and every face was turned towards me so I decided to risk a pile of demerits by leaving the school grounds without permission at lunch time. My outfit was a dead giveaway on the streets of central London so I would have to return to face the music again after lunch but I could have just over an hour of peace and quiet, I walked over Westminster Bridge and into the railway station, I knew there was a cafe on the platform, not the cheapest place in London to go but also not the most expensive. I stood looking at the menu board and checked through my purse, I couldn't afford anything on the list and so I turned to leave, crashing into the old man who sat opposite me on the morning train. "I thought I saw you running out of school, what did you want in here?" I shrugged my shoulders, "They do a milkshake with real ice cream in it in here, would you like one?" I shrugged my shoulders again. There was a long silence, I wanted to run back to school but that wasn't such a friendly place at that moment, I also wanted to return the man's magazine to him but I couldn't do it in a crowded cafe, "Chocolate or Strawberry?" "What?" "Which flavour, Chocolate or Strawberry milk shake?" I let him buy me a Chocolate shake and I let him guide me over to a table in the corner, at the back of the room, I passed him his magazine over the table, "I left that for you to read, I sent in one of my favourite fantasies and they published it in that issue, you can call me Harry by the way!" I remembered the story that had been singled out for me to read, "Harry Riley?" Harry nodded his head, "And Miss Riley, our gym mistress?" "My daughter!" When I was half way down my drink Harry smiled at me warmly, "So, are you going back to school or are you playing hooky for the rest of the day?" I gestured down the front of my gymslip, "No chance of getting away with playing hooky in this outfit!" "Well, not in the street, no! But you could go to an afternoon show at the Odeon, you know, someplace dark!" "No money for the cinema, no money for the bus or train home either!" "Well, if you go back to school, you're bound to get detention for leaving the grounds without a pass-out. That means you'll miss the train back home and you'll need money for the train or bus anyway!" I was shocked, it hadn't dawned on me that there could be a detention for nipping out during the lunch break; I had only considered demerits as a punishment. "I can ring in to work and get the afternoon off, I'll pay for you to get in the cinema and we can get back here for the three forty-five train!" I smiled at that suggestion, "OK! What's on?" "It's a multiplex; there'll be something we can watch together!" We walked to the West End, we passed a charity shop on the walk, Harry bought me a cheap, man's XXL, t-shirt and a belt, the t-shirt looked like a dress on me, slightly longer than the gymslip, the belt pinched the t-shirt in at the waist and because it was so baggy, it made it look like I had breasts under the thing. We slipped easily past the cashier and usher, the lights were up in the cinema, the room was totally empty and as we walked up to the very back row of the cinema Harry told me to go to the bathroom, "Take everything off from under the t-shirt and put it back on again!" I walked back along the row of seats, we were diagonally opposite the entrance, as far away as it was possible to get. I sat at Harry's side, "Can I have your knickers?" I passed them to him; he felt around the gusset, "These feel different to the ones you gave me yesterday!" Harry put the gusset to his nose and sniffed, "Mmmm, I smell spunk, did my little story cause you some fun this morning?" I blushed; fortunately the lights chose that moment to dim out. The adverts were still rolling past on the screen when Harry leaned over and unfastened the belt around my waist, I had been looking towards the entrance since I sat down, it was so dark inside the cinema that you couldn't see if anyone walked around but if the door opened, the light from the passageway would clearly show up. I heard the sound of a zipper opening, Harry took my hand and placed it over his lap, well, to be more specific, he placed it on his red hot cock, I had thought the four boys I had masturbated earlier were large but Harry's cock was a different order of magnitude all together, far longer, far, far fatter and a whole lot hotter to the touch. "Are you a virgin still?" Shit, was I or wasn't I? How stupid would I seem if I said I didn't really know? I decided to say nothing; I just kept looking towards the entrance. I was encouraged to massage Harry's cock for him, he started to breath heavily then his hand suddenly clamped on top of mine to stop me, "God that was too close, if you make me cum too fast I'll be useless for the rest of the afternoon!" Harry pushed and pulled me until he got the t-shirt out from under my bottom, then he began to rub his hands all over my body, he pulled my face around towards him and kissed me, I really wanted to keep watching the doorway but I allowed him to kiss me for a few minutes. As Harry was kissing me he started to pull the front of the t-shirt up, he pulled his mouth from mine and pulled the front of the t-shirt over my head. My arms were still in the armholes so now the t-shirt looked more like a bolero jacket in the reflected light from the screen. Harry slipped out of his seat and knelt on the floor between my knees, I looked towards the entrance, there was a flash of light but I could have been mistaken, I forgot all about it when Harry lifted my right leg and put it over the arm of my seat, my foot flat on the seat to my right, that he had just slipped out of, he did the same with my left leg, resting my left foot on the seat to the other side. Harry bent his head forward and began to kiss around my belly and lower down, as he licked the wet gash between my legs I closed my eyes and my hands went to the back of his head, pulling his face against my pussy as hard as I could. I had never felt anything like it in my life, when the boys had fingered me earlier had been close but nothing like Harry's tongue and I was trying to increase my pleasure even more by the added pressure and now I was humping myself against Harry's five o'clock shadow. I was gasping now, I couldn't believe how good I was feeling deep down inside, I was beginning the climb to my first ever orgasm of my life, well, the first true orgasm, I had made myself feel nice before but I had never done anything quite like this. There was a sound to my left. I stiffened and froze, my body became a coiled spring and I was about to explode out of my seat and not in the way that I had thought I would, a hand came from my left and covered my mouth, "Shhhh! I'm a friend of Harry's!" Harry pulled his face away from my cunt, "Hi John, you were quick!" "I only had half a mile to get here and if this is the girl you told me about yesterday, you are the fast worker around here!" Harry stood up, he lifted me out of the seat so that I was standing, straddling three seats, John lifted my left leg and slipped into my seat before putting my left foot back on the seat to my left. Harry held me up while his friend slithered out of his trousers, I was looking down between my body and Harry's, every so often there was enough light to see John, much younger than Harry, younger and fitter looking, and his cock looked long, thin and very smooth. Just like a slightly larger version of Victor's cock that I had seen earlier. "OK! Let's have her!" John whispered, Harry began to lower me down, John's hands were between my legs, his fingers pulling my labia open, I was guided down, expertly, with my back to John, in one fluid movement I sat on the tip of his cock and it slipped into me easily on a film of my own excitement and Harry's spittle. I gasped out loud in pain as something deep inside of me broke and the pain was excruciating. Harry looked around worried about the noise I had just made. "She was a virgin Harry, good call!" John wrapped his arms around me and held me down on his cock as I fought to get away. "You'll be ok in a minute baby, the pain will go in a minute, come on Harry, help me out here, your little wildcat will slip the leash any minute!" Harry got on his knees again and started to lick at my cunt, my cunt and John's cock, as soon as I felt the pleasure bleed over the pain I stopped struggling and fighting with John. John released me, he put his hands under my armpits and lifted me up a few inches before dropping me down on his lap again, that caused the pain to increase again but Harry was quick to ease it off again with his tongue. I was left to rest again before John wrapped his arms around my waist and began humping up into me. I began to vocalise the pleasure and the pain a lot and Harry had to move quickly to cover my mouth with his, as his tongue slipped into my mouth, there was a bitter salty taste to it. There was a memory in the back of my mind, I had tasted that bitter salt before and to my memory I had never had a tongue in my mouth before, other than my own that is, I had definitely had that taste in my mouth before though. Harry kept his tongue in my mouth until I finished my first earth shattering orgasm, he had been in serious danger of losing his tongue in the final throws of my orgasm. I hadn't actually bit Harry's tongue so why was it that when he pulled his face away from mine, his face was covered in blood, then it struck me, the blood was the taste, I had cut my finger once and sucked it to clean it, that was definitely the taste I remembered, my own blood. As that thought struck me John gasped through his own orgasm, he didn't vocalise at all, just gasped a few deep breaths as the heat of his spunk flowed up into my body. "You ready Harry?" John asked, "Yes now!" I was again lifted as if I weighed nothing at all, only a few inches but Harry was waiting, as soon as John's cock slipped out of my body Harry's took its place, I screamed in pain and agony as Harry's huge cock split my insides. Harry was kind of squatting with his knees on the seat between John's legs as he began to fuck me with as much force as he could muster, he went at me fast and furious, I couldn't reach to kiss Harry so l looked behind myself and started to kiss John passionately, the kiss was only broken by John when he said, "You're a fucking natural!" When Harry climaxed into me it seemed like there was a gallon of spunk flowing out of him and into me, his cock jerked hard for several minutes in me after he finished his climax, he eventually fell against my bare chest and his cock slipped out of me spewing semen all over my abdomen and ginger pussy mound. John turned me around and as soon as Harry slipped back into his own seat I was pushed onto the floor on my knees and John pushed my face into his own lap and I was forced to lick Harry's semen, John's semen and my own blood from John's cock and balls. As I licked John clean he and Harry were just chatting, quite matter-of-factly about me and what they had just done to me. The bit that worried me was, "Did you ask her when her last period was?" Harry said "No!" "Well, she's at Westminster Grammar School, that means she's probably started her periods already, so, if it's her fertile period we could have made her pregnant already, you know that!" 4,280 Words
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