Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. PRETEEN CRICKET MATCH It were years ago, me and me mate were up an old tree, real big bushy tree it was and we were up there watching a local cricket match. We licked it up there, it was like our den. No-one could see you up there because of all the leaves, as long as you were high enough. We weren't really interested in the cricket but it was something to watch while we were up there and we knew all the men playing. One of them was my mate's older brother but he was only about 19 and I think he was the youngest on the team then. "Someone said he's seeing Janet Brown," I said to me mate. "I know," me mate said, "me mam doesn't like it. She's only our age and mam says it's not right." "Yeah but she's got bosoms," I said. "Well yeah," my mate said and that was about it really because we knew then that when a girl got bosoms it meant she did sex. "She showed me her knickers one day." "And me," I said lying. "She shows them to everyone," my mate said. "Even the Headmaster," I asked. "Dunno," he said, "maybe. She's over there look, watching the match." "Well that's it then," I said, "she'll be there for your John." "Yeah maybe," he said, "its dead boring cricket isn't it?" "Yeah," I said, "let's go and get some sweets and then come back." We took our time but eventually got back and climbed back up the tree. The match was still going on. "There's your John look," I said. "Yeah and look he's sitting next to Janet," my mate said pointing. "Is your Mam there an'all," I asked. "No," he said, "don't think she likes it. Hang on look, that Janet, she's leaving." "Oh aye," I said opening some sweets. I shared them of course and we had a good chat about things I can't remember what but then suddenly I saw some thing." "Here look," I whispered, "that's Janet isn't it, she coming this way." We squatted up there in silence, we didn't want a girl to know our secret place. It was all woodland area where we were and we watched as she settled herself right below us. She's pushed the grass down and settled herself on her back, the skirt of her dress was pulled right back. We could see her knickers and we punched each other and grinned. Suddenly my mate poked me on the shoulder and then pointed out from the tree. It was his John walking towards the tree and we could see that the match had wrapped up. We were spell bound as we watched. Janet seemed to smile at him as he approached and we watched as she pulled her knickers right down and turned onto her front, she looked like a dog on all fours. They were talking to each other but we couldn't make out what they were saying. We were giggling our heads off but it was those silent giggles of course. We just watched as his John took his willy out and then started to pump Janet up what we might have thought was her bum hole. It didn't last long and after John rolled onto the ground on his back, it looked like Janet didn't seem very happy. But what was even more fascinating was what happened after and it wasn't that much later. Four other men from that cricket match turned up and we watched in silence, our mouths open, probably all the time, as we saw all of them have sex with Janet Brown. We were up there ages, maybe two hours and it was nearly dark when we were able to climb down after they'd all gone and then get off home. "Did you see who it was," my mate said, his mouth hanging open. "Yeah," I said and that old bloke, the baldy one, that's Michael Crossthwaite's Dad. "Yeah," said my mate, "he's in our class with Janet, shall we tell him?" "No," I said smiling, "but we'll tell someone else eh?" We grinned at each other, making a pact we didn't need to speak out load." "Yeah," said my mate. After that we fucked Janet Brown whenever we wanted. Although it might be more correct to say she fucked us, well she taught us what to do and being decent lads we let her join our gang and after that she was always up in the tree with us and its not easy fucking in a tree either. alleypussy@yahoo.comPRETEEN CRICKET MATCH