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First Published: 05 November2015

Kelly, Ben and Ann
by Isabella

Story Code: M/f, MM/F, Oral, Incest, Under Age, Swinging, Gratuitous Violence

My parents managed to get tickets to see a band from their youth, the band were performing at a two day event in an old hotel that was struggling with low guest numbers and had hit on the idea of adult only weekends throughout the summer, it was a full package of entertainment that included music, film show and lectures that were all tailored for the over eighteen market, well, the over forties market actually. And what about you? I hear you ask, what are they planning to do with an innocent twelve year old girl while they are sinning themselves with nude plays, ribald pop groups, banned explicit film and lectures on how to improve their orgasm, just one option came to their mind, one little word, the most hated word a twelve year old girl could hear, GRANDPARENTS!

Well, okay, I wasn't sure exactly what would be happening at their weekend but kids weren't allowed and the only part of the program that my mum and dad talked about was that Dave Heaver, a singer from a group that never really made the big time but was famous in our area as the lead singer with Dave and the Dreadnoughts would be performing at the event in his new group Dave and the Holloway Five.

Now, if you promise not to tell anyone else I can tell you a secret, I'm not really supposed to know but my mum loves Dave Heaver not because of his singing but because he'd taken her virginity in his dressing room at a concert that her parents took her too for her sixteenth birthday treat. For God's sake don't tell my dad, he loves Dave Heaver because he met my mother at a Dave and the Dreadnoughts concert on her sixteenth birthday, my grandparents had given my father a lift home after that concert and my mother had given him a wank in the back seat as her dad drove back to their village. After that my mum and dad were inseparable until the day they had me, two years after they married.

Well, let's just say that I was not at all impressed with the prospect of spending a whole weekend at my grandparent's just so that my parents could recapture their youth. I was at the shops with my mum when we bumped into the new lady from Three Elms Cottage, I saw her 'Checking' my mother out, she probably wasn't really but I'd only ever seen men looking at my mother that way before. She looked at my mother's legs first, then slowly up to her breasts, long look at my mum's tits before a quick flick up to mum's face and then down to the middle of her body for a long look around the area of her fanny.

I saw the woman's eyes flick over to my face, she saw that I was watching her and she almost jerked forward, she cleared her throat, "Excuse me but are you the woman that's going to one of the event weekends at the Danube hotel in Brighton?"

My mother put the tin of baked beans she was inspecting back on the shelf; she smiled and said "Yes!"

"I can't remember who told me you were going..."

My mother interrupted her, "Probably Tony the postman, he knows everyone's business and he's the biggest gossip for miles around."

The woman nodded her head.

"How are you finding things at Three Elms?"

"We're setting in okay, I assume my daughter Kelly and your daughter are at the same school."

They both looked at me, I thought, why are they looking at me? My mother raised her eyebrows and leaned in towards me, 'mmm, usually means she's waiting for an answer!' "Oh! Kelly, Kelly the new girl, yes, my school my year but we're not in the same class very often."

"Hi, my name's Ann, my husband Ben and I are booked into the special event at the Danube Hotel on the twenty-second but we have no idea what we're going to do with Kelly, she's very difficult, I don't think she's handling being twelve very well, too young for us to leave overnight on her own but old enough to be left at home with a friend, if only she had any, hell, it would be nice if she had one friend. The problem is, we move around so much and kids in the city seem much less interested in making new friends."

I got the feeling that Ann was fishing to see if I was going to be left at home on my own at the same time, I guess my mum thought the same thing because she said, "We're there the week before you, Emma's going to her grandparent's house that weekend, she isn't at all happy about it though"

The conversation was brought to an abrupt end by the arrival of Mrs. De-Arth the self-proclaimed Lady of the Manor who took over every conversation wherever she went.

On Monday at school, the morning had been total shit, I was on my own for lunch, I'd collected my food, looked around for a friendly face but the person who stood out most was the new girl, Kelly, in a packed dining room, Kelly sat at a table for eight on her own. I saw a boy start to sit down at the other end of the table, he looked at Kelly, she looked at him, he looked horrified and went to squash in at the end of an already overcrowded table.

I worked my way to Kelly's table, I stood next to her, cleared my throat, "Hi Kelly, can I sit here please?"

Kelly had just shovelled a pile of food into her mouth as I spoke, she looked into my face and scowled at me, I went to pull the seat out but she pushed it back under the table, "I did say please!"

Kelly pointed across the table with her fork, "You can sit down there if you have to!"

Mmmmm, city kids can be difficult to make friends with, I think her mother was way off beam, it wasn't the city kids that were difficult, it was Kelly.

I sat opposite Kelly and started to eat, "Why are you sitting here?"

"Girl's got to sit somewhere!"

"Why not sit with your mates?"

I looked around the room, "My friends are spread out all over the place, anyway, I saw you first, my mum and yours were chatting on Saturday morning at the shop, I think that they have a lot in common, they are both going to the same event in Brighton but on different weekends..."

Kelly butted in, "Is your mother a lesbian like Ann?"

"No, my mother's married; she can't be one of them!"

Kelly shook her head, "Being married means nothing, if your mother isn't a lesbian now she soon will be if she hangs out with Ann and her friends!"

"I'm being shipped off to my grandparent's that weekend; I'm not looking forward to that at all! I've been asking around to see if any of my friends fancied inviting me round for a sleep-over but the fifteenth seems to be a busy weekend."

Kelly swallowed a mouthful of food, she seemed to be mulling something over, then she waved her fork in my general direction again, "Sleep-overs, not something that's big in the city, everyone wants to know your business in the city but they don't really want to get to know you. I could never have anyone over for a sleep-over; my mum and dad would be too much of a problem."

We finished our meal in silence, I got the feeling that I'd probably used up all of Kelly's friendliness quota for one day. When we finished I offered to take Kelly's tray away with mine, she was instantly on the defensive, wanting to know why I'd even want to make the offer.

"Well, we have to take our dirty things back to the servery and it's in the opposite direction to get to our classes, we could both walk all the way over and back if you like but I just thought I'd spare you the trouble, that's all!"

Kelly seemed to relax a little, she slid her dishes across the table so I could load them on top of mine, then her tray was flicked across to me to put under mine. Before I could look up she was gone, I whispered "Thanks for taking my things Emma... Oh, don't even think of it Kelly!"

The afternoon was little better than the morning and boy was I glad when the final bell sounded. I joined the crush to get on the bus to my village. I was tenth in the queue, there were sounds of protestations from behind me and when I looked around, Kelly was barging past people as if they weren't there. She stopped behind me in the queue and I heard a few bad comments coming from behind me that were directed at Kelly but she didn't seem to care about their name calling one little bit.

There was always a rush to get to the back row of seats on the school bus, I settled for a seat by the window, somewhere in the middle. I was shocked to death that before I had settled into my seat Kelly sat next to me. We sat in silence until the bus moved off and then Kelly said in a whisper, "Do you guys do the whole sleep-over thing very often?"

"Not really, when we were younger we did it a lot but so many of my friends have moved away recently that I don't get the chance very often these days."

Kelly leaned closer to me to whisper in my ear just as the bus gave a lurch and our heads collided. Before the stars floating around my head had a chance to settle down I heard Gary Mason say, "Look, the new girl and Emma making out, bloody lezzers!"

Kelly backed away from me slowly, her school bag slipped to the floor, her eyes were fixed on mine until she was in the isle, then she seemed to fix her gaze at the roof a few feet ahead of her, it looked like she was going to walk straight past Gary Mason but at the last minute she seemed to jump in the air, raise her elbow above her head and as gravity brought her back down, her arm did too and her fist met Gary's nose with a loud crack. Gary was a big lad, fifteen years old and a professional school bully of many years standing but after Kelly's first punch, Gary was out of the fight but that didn't stop Kelly raining six more blows down on his face before the driver stopped the bus.

Kelly got in another three punches before the bus driver lifted her off of her feet by the scruff of her neck and marched her down the bus, her arms wind-milling at the driver but failing to make contact; she was even kicking out at him but missing there too. I realised that Kelly was being put off the bus so I grabbed her bag off the floor and ran after her.

As the bus pulled away, leaving me and Kelly standing at the side of a country lane, Kelly looked at me through angry eyes and said, "Why did you do that?"

"Hell Kelly, I have no idea, I didn't know if your house keys were in your bag or even if you knew the safest, short route back to our village!"

Kelly snatched her bag out of my hands, she opened it and looked in, she sighed and said, "My house keys are in there as well as my purse but there could be someone home by the time I get there. I don't really know the best way home, I would have had to follow the route the bus take's, it's the only way I know!"

"God Kelly, the bus goes through five villages before ours, more than eight miles, and on these roads, that's around three hours of dangerous walking, I can get us home in about an hour and we won't have to go close to the main road and the maniacs doing a hundred miles an hour in a fifty limit."

Kelly started to walk in the direction that the bus went, "Erm, Kelly, the best way to go is this way."

We walked back down the lane a few hundred yards and took the Green Lane, a bridle path but it was wide enough for agricultural vehicles.

"So, what were you going to say before you head butted me Kelly?"

Kelly pouted for a moment and then said, "Sorry, but it was an accident."

"I guessed that."

"I was going to tell you that I think it would be great to have a friend sleep-over but I'm worried that my dad or my mum would spoil things, they can't really be trusted to behave properly around women, well, girls actually more than women!"

I saw Kelly blush and once again she slipped into silence as we walked along. I crossed in front of her and slipped through a crush-gate that stopped cyclists using the footpath so we could only pass through one at a time. Ten minutes of being forced to walk in single file on the narrow path and we were at the side of one of the smaller roads leading to our village. Most of the day that road took little or no traffic at all but when the main road was busy at rush hour, a few local cars used it as a shortcut, either to our village or villages beyond.

We'd walked about a mile along the side of the road when three cars went past heading for our village in a tight group; the middle car sounded its hooter. Kelly froze, then she blushed and then she grabbed my upper arm, God she was strong. I saw the car that had honked at us pull into a gateway ahead of us, "Shit, that's my dad!"

I thought that Kelly was worried that her father might be angry that she had been put off of the bus but she wasn't, "He'll say that there is plenty of room for both of us up front but you get in the back and sit behind him if you don't want him trying to look up your dress all the way home."

We walked up to the car, the front passenger window was wound down and as we neared the car Kelly's father called out, "Plenty of room up front girls!"

Kelly opened the rear nearside door and gestured for me to get in, I slid over behind her dad, expecting Kelly to follow me in but the door closed and I was alone in the back. Kelly slipped into the front passenger seat next to her father, I noticed that while Kelly was closing the door her dad adjusted his rear view mirror so that he could check me out.

I was expecting the third degree, Kelly's dad must have known that something was wrong, something out of the ordinary but he never mentioned it.

His eyes were fixed on mine through the mirror, "Where can I drop you love?"

"You'll reach your house first on this road, that will be fine, I can walk from there."

I spotted movement in between the front seats, Kelly's father's hand had slipped off of the gear stick and on to Kelly's knee, my jaw dropped open in disbelief as I watched his hand slip along her thigh, pushing her skirt up, Kelly seemed not to notice what her father was doing, she was just looking around at the view as we drove along, then she looked over her shoulder, saw me looking, open mouthed into her lap. Kelly looked down at her father's hand and her exposed thigh and she placed her hand in the way to halt his progress.

I was embarrassed, I looked out of the window on my right, Kelly spotted that I'd looked away and she lifted the hem of her dress, covering her father's hand and her thigh, allowing him to rub his hand even higher up her thigh. I had looked away but needn't have bothered as I could see everything that was going on in the front seats reflected in the darkened glass window I watched in disbelief as Kelly suddenly arched her back away from the seat, her bottom slid forward and she gasped for oxygen and her head lolled backwards over the back of her seat. I'd stopped looking out of the window now and was looking directly at Kelly, she was still holding the hem of her dress stretched out almost to her knees and her dad's hand was hidden deep underneath, moving up and down rapidly.

Kelly's head rolled in my direction, her eyes were closed to slits, her mouth was wide open, she arched her back again and took another lung full of air and then grinned at me before her head rolled to the left and her father had to pull his hand out from under her dress so he could control the car as we entered our village close to Three Elms Cottage and into their drive. Kelly was out of the car in a flash, she pulled the rear door open on the passenger side of the car and encouraged me to slide over and get out, her father was just a little bit slower than Kelly but he did catch us by the end of the drive and offered me his hand to shake.

Well, I wasn't used to shaking anyone's hand so I didn't realise that what Kelly's father was doing was unusual. I'd expected a firm grasp with our palms at roughly ninety degrees to each other but he didn't, he held my hand in a weird grip, his thumb and little finger were gripping my hand and the other three fingers pressing into my wrist, Kelly stepped in as her father started to rub the tip of his middle finger back and forth from my hand and back until it lay flat again on my pulse-point.

Kelly almost dragged me to the end of their drive, "See, I told you that my father couldn't be trusted!"

I looked confused, "What do you mean?"

"Don't tell me you don't know what that handshake means!"

Now I was even more confused, "What handshake?"

Kelly pulled me around onto the pavement, out of sight of her father and repeated the way her father had shaken my hand, "If a boy rubs your palm or wrist like that, he's telling you that he wants to have sex with you, and if you do the same thing back to him, that means that you want sex as well!"

"That's daft Kelly, I'm only twelve, your father couldn't possibly want to do something like that to me, besides, he doesn't even know me!"

I saw Kelly form her hands into fists and she got the same look in her eyes as she had just before she beat Paul Mason up on the bus, stretching the skin over her knuckles, causing the abrasions to start to bleed all over again. I took a step away from her, "I didn't say that you were daft Kelly, just that the situation was daft, there's no way that your dad wants to do something like that to me!"

I breathed a sigh of relief as Kelly relaxed her fists, "I'll see you tomorrow Kelly, probably on the school bus, okay?"

Kelly just turned and walked back down her drive, 'Oh, okay Emma, see you on the bus!' I said to myself as I watched her walking away from me.

I was way late getting home from school, my father was already home and had started cooking dinner, I didn't tell him the whole truth about why I was late, just that I'd been chatting to the new girl from Three Elms Cottage. We ate as soon as my mother got home, my dad wanted to know all about Kelly and her family, my mother was pleased that I had made friends with her but I had to stop mum mid-way through her 'We should really try to get to know the whole family! ' Speech, "I don't think that Kelly's the kind of girl that wants to make friends." And to emphasis why, I told her what had happened on the bus.

My mother was a little horrified that a twelve year old had beaten up a fifteen year old boy but I stuck up for Kelly, I'd started to explain things as I washed the dishes but was cut short by my father calling me out to the front door. I walked out drying my hands, my mother following me.

I saw Ben, Kelly's father standing on the doorstep, he offered my mother his hand, I saw him shake her hand the way he'd done to me earlier and from the way my mother blushed it was obvious that she had a good idea what the handshake meant.

"Do you have any idea where the boy that Kelly hit lives?"

"I know his name, I know where he gets off the bus and that his father delivers coal and wood, I think he parks his lorry outside his house."

My Dad was looking at the way that Ben was rubbing my mother's palm with his middle finger as he shook her hand, he was slightly distracted for a moment but eventually pulled himself together, "Erm, Emma, do you think that you could help Kelly's father to find the house where the boy lives?"

"Well, I'm sure I could but it's my turn to do the dishes!"

My dad told me it was okay, he'd wash the dishes even though he'd cooked the meal. I wanted to think up another reason I could use to get out of going with Kelly's dad in his car, for the first thing, Kelly's warnings that her father couldn't be trusted, her warning that he had given me a signal that he wanted to fuck me and third, but most importantly, I was dressed for comfort at home, not to go out. I was wearing a cotton gingham dress, it was very thin, with thin straps, even thinner than my bra straps, the front and back were very low cut, the lace surrounding my bra cups was clearly on display, peeping out above the front of my dress, it was also far too short, definitely something that I wanted to wear in home amongst my family rather than in a car, in the Evening with the kind of man that was happy to masturbate his daughter as they drove around with her friend in the back seat looking on.

Ben sensed my reluctance, "Please help me, I'm sure that if I can apologise tonight, explain my daughter's medical condition to this boy's father before things get too far I can smooth everything over and stop it escalating out of control."

My dad pushed me through the front door I wondered if he would have been so insistent if he'd known that Ben wanted to fuck me. Ben held the front passenger door of his car open for me, as I slid into the seat Ben's eyes were fixed at the bottom hem of my dress, I wasn't sure what he could have seen but he had a broad grin on his face as he closed the door. Ben had been right earlier, the front seat of his car was large enough for Kelly and me to sit on, the seatbelt would have been an issue though. I told Ben the name of the village that Paul lived in, "I think I know where Mr. Mason lives, he delivered a ton of wood to us when we first moved in!"

Ben slipped the car from manual transmission to fully automatic and left our village driving at least twice the legal speed limit, as soon as we left our village, Ben's hand slipped onto my knee, he was just rubbing his hand from my knee to the bottom hem of my dress, then he'd pat my thigh a few times and then, he rested his hand with his little finger touching my dress and his fingertips slipped down between my thighs. Ben applied an almost imperceptible pressure with his fingertips between my legs. And I found myself opening my thighs wider until my knee reached the transmission hump and couldn't open any wider.

I looked down at my legs, I couldn't believe how far apart my knees were, I couldn't work out how or why I'd opened them the way I had. I looked from my legs, Ben's hand, now stroking down between my inner thighs and back on top of my leg again, then I looked up into Ben's face, he was snatching looks at my, my face and my legs and each time his eyes met mine, he smiled. He was driving with one hand; we'd passed the turns to three villages, careering along at ninety miles per hour even though the maximum speed limit posted at the side of the road was just fifty.

Ben asked if it was the next turning and I nodded my head, Ben just touched the breaks to slow down enough to take the corner and we were in Paul Mason's village just five minutes after leaving ours, Ben seemed to be in an almighty rush for some reason. Mason's haulage was badly painted on the doors of an ancient Bedford lorry outside the last house in the village, Ben pulled up opposite the lorry, "Well, wish me luck!"

I wound down the window so I could hear Ben and Mr. Mason talking. Ben said that he had called about the earlier incident on the school bus. "Your son and his mates need locking up, attacking my boy like that for no reason!"

Mr Mason was a short, fat man, he had to look up to try and look Kelly's father in the eyes, he also looked grossly overweight and began sweating the moment he raised his voice. He looked much older than my father, a ring of black hair surrounding a mainly bald head. The fact that he had no neck meant that as he shouted at Ben, his face turned red and angry. I instantly thought of the Tasmanian Devil cartoon character. Ben just stood there calmly until Mr. Mason had vented his spleen and then Ben said, "Like I tried to say Mr. Mason, I've come to apologise unreservedly on behalf of my daughter. I would have brought her around to apologise to your son in person but she is only twelve and as I tried to tell you, she suffers from a medical condition called Tourette Syndrome and we haven't managed to calm her down enough to bring her out in public yet. I can show you a letter from the hospital if you like explaining everything..."

Ben was cut short at that point, Paul's father looked even angrier if that was at all possible, "Girl you say, twelve year old girl! You're telling me that your twelve year old daughter did all that to my Paul?"

"...yes and I'm very sorry that she did, we've been working hard to help her with her anger management issues but when your son called her and her friend lesbians on the bus earlier she just saw red and acted on instinct!"

Mr. Mason seemed to deflate, shrink even shorter than he already was. "Don't you give it a single thought, my boy had no business calling your daughter that. I won't be taking it any further..." Mr. Mason started to close the door; he turned his head to the side and bellowed, "... Paul, fetch my belt, I need to talk to you out in the woodshed!"

Ben walked back to the car with a broad grin on his face, as I'd been listening to the doorstep conversation I'd slipped up against the door so I could hear better. When Ben got back into the driving seat he looked down at my knees and frowned, big brown, sad, puppy dog eyes. I looked at his face and then at my knees where he had been looking, then I remembered that when we stopped, my right knee was almost touching his gearstick. Without really thinking that I had actually moved my bottom across to the left after Ben had left the car, I moved my right leg to the right but now I was too far away, my knee no longer reached the transmission tunnel but Ben smiled when he saw just how far apart my legs were and how far up my dress he could see he smiled and winked at me.

Ben started the engine and moved away slowly, his business with the Masons concluded, he didn't seem in so much of a hurry anymore. "How long could it have taken do you think, to find that house in this village if I hadn't recognised the name?"

I shrugged my shoulders.

"But, it could easily have taken over an hour don't you think Emma?"

I nodded my head.

"If I remember correctly, lover's lane is just around the corner isn't it?"

"Never heard of it, sorry"

"Well, we have about an hour that we can safely explain away to your parents; would you like to try parking with me in lover's lane?"

I must have looked shocked or terrified or possibly even both, Ben shook his head, "I've had sex already, just before I picked you up actually, so no need to worry I won't be able to actually fuck you in the next hour or two even if you wanted me to, you're perfectly safe tonight, well, up until ten o'clock at any rate and I couldn't get away with keeping you out that long! So, how about it, are you willing to try out a totally new experience for the next hour?"

'He's totally mad' ran through my head but, I guess I must be totally mad too because I just felt my head nodding in agreement to his question. Ben reached out with his left hand and pulled my knee, dragging my bottom closer to him and as he threaded the car through an unlit country lane he was rubbing my right thigh from my knee to the lower hem of my dress again but each time he reached my dress he pushed the hem a little higher until my knickers started to show!

Lover's lane was just like most of the other lanes in the area, lots of tall trees lining both sides of the road and long gaps between the trees with flat grass verges for cars to park on out of sight but unlike the other lanes, Lover's Lane didn't actually go anywhere, even the farm building that used to be at the end of the lane had been demolished, the council had blocked the roadway many times but the local lovers reopened the lane every time, within days of the closure.

Even though it was still quite light there were two cars already tucked into the trees, Ben drove slowly past the first car and I could clearly see the woman in the back seat with a man who was bare chested, she had rather large tits and the man with her was having a lot of fun playing with them. Ben slid into a space about equidistant away from the other two cars.

I was sitting across the seat facing Ben, I'd been looking at him and what his left hand was doing to my upper thigh for the four minutes it took to get from the Mason's house to Lover's Lane, he killed the car's engine and turned to look at me. He left his left hand massaging my upper thigh and reached over with his right hand to press two buttons on the centre console. Both front seats slid back in unison. Ben selected a second pair of buttons on the same console and the backs of both seats reclined.

"Have you ever felt a boy's cock Emma?"

I blushed and shook my head.

"You can't be serious, are the boys round here such wimps that they don't chase after you girls?"

I had to shrug my shoulders; I didn't have the life's tools to deal with questions like that.

"Would you like to see my cock Emma?"

I felt the heat in my face as I blushed, 'Shake your head, say no! Stop, what are you doing? Don't nod your head you fool! Say no...damned it, too late.' Even in my head I had started babbling but I had definitely nodded my head.

"Will you take your panties off for me if I pull my trousers down Emma?"

'At last an easy question, no fucking way you bloody pervert, wait, that wasn't a nod, why are you opening your trousers, I definitely didn't nod my head, I definitely didn't say yes! Emma, what the hell are you doing, why are you pulling your knickers down? This is madness, if you don't start listening to me I'm going to leave you to it; I've got better things to worry about!' And with that the little voice slipped out of my head just as I slipped out of my knickers.

I slipped my feet out of my shoes, lifted my feet up onto the space between the two front seats and pulled my knickers down to my knees, Ben took over and pulled my knickers all the way off, then he lifted his bottom and pushed his trousers and underpants down to his feet. I saw my first ever man's cock, it looked quite long; it seemed to be sleeping in his lap like a sleeping snake. Ben twisted in his seat and he gripped the hem of my dress, "Lift your bottom!"

I did as asked, the little voice that usually gave me advice whether I wanted it or not was suddenly, strangely quiet. Ben pushed my dress up until it was past my bra, then he seemed to fall down on top of me, his mouth hit my belly just below my bra and he began kissing down my body, over my naval, down over my abdomen and through the few hairs that were now growing over my pubic mound.

Ben's mouth was actually pressing against my mound when he said, "Have you ever put anything inside...what do you call it, your pussy or your cunt?"

In a very creaky little voice I said, "My mum and dad insist on calling it my pocket but that's crazy because how can it be a pocket if I can't put anything in it? Any word is okay, the biology teacher calls it a vagina, some boys call it cunny others call it fanny but it doesn't really matter."

Ben was now pulling my legs wide apart and his lips kissed down over my pussy lips. "Is this okay? Are you happy for me to do this to you?"

He was struggling to look up into my eyes as I nodded my head, he moved his hands, placed one thumb of each hand on my pussy lips and he pulled me apart as he leaned in, his tongue out in a point aiming straight for my magic button. Ben suddenly pulled his head back, "What the hell, you don't have a hood!"

"I'm wearing a dress; it isn't supposed to have a hood on it."

"Not on your head darling, on your little clitoris, most girls have a hood over it, Kelly's hood is so thick that I have to rub really hard to get her to climax..." he dipped his head back into my cunt gain, the tip of his tongue flicked across my clitoris once, very gently and it was like a bolt of electricity causing my body to jolt upwards off the seat and I had to gasp for air. Ben smiled up at me "...now that is a reaction, Kelly would love to feel that kind of jolt from just one slight touch."

Ben flicked his tongue back and forward over my clitoris again and I was already on the edge of my pleasure zone. We'd been there less than five minutes and I was already out of breath, how the hell would I be able to take this level of pleasure for another fifty minutes?

"Right, your turn Emma, you won't make me hard, Kelly's already used up all of my juice for tonight."

Ben took hold of my arm and pulled me around so that my face was very close to his cock, he placed my right hand on his sleeping cock and was holding my hand wrapped around his cock to slowly rub it up and down. It felt really weird, it had quite a weight to it but no stiffness at all, it just flopped around in my hand. "You might like to try licking it like a lolly-pop or even take my cockhead in your mouth so you can say you've sucked a cock!"

'Who the hell would I say that to? Who the hell would I tell? Why the hell would I tell anyone?' I know I was very young but I could never imagine anyone talking about anything like that, I couldn't imagine anyone even doing anything like that!

Ben was easing my head down and he held my fist just under the head of his cock as he rubbed it back and forth across my lips eventually managing to force it into my mouth, "Does it taste sweet like honey?"

After getting over the initial shock of a cock invading my mouth he was right, there was a hint of sweetness about his cock, it did taste a little like honey, I nodded my head with his cock still sticking out of my mouth. "That's Kelly that you can taste on my cock, she uses a vaginal wash before she has sex so she tastes better when she gets oral sex."

God, from no idea about sex to detailed information and a cock in my mouth in just a few hours. My head was in a real spin as I sucked on Ben's sausage before he got bored and pulled me up onto my knees, he dragged my body across his and forced my knees wide open and spread them either side of his hips, pushing my back onto his steering wheel. Now Ben was holding his cock just behind the frill of his glans and he was now rubbing it all around my pussy lips.

"How would you like to feel this inside there..." Ben pushed the tip of his cock in between my pussy lips, it was stretching me so wide that it was painful until he brushed it over my clitoris and illuminated all kinds of lights inside my head. "...Pity I used it all up earlier in Kelly's little pussy!"

He managed to get the whole of his cockhead into my cunt, the pleasure part stopped and all that was left was the pain of my body being stretched wide open. Ben then pulled me towards his chest and kissed me on the lips for the first time, he pulled my dress up and over my head so that I was wearing it like a small jacket and he pushed my bra cups up and over my chin as he began nibbling on my nipples I felt my body expel his cock and so he pushed my back against his steering wheel again, he was looking at my breasts with hunger in his eyes as he forced the head of his cock back into my pussy, there wasn't nearly as much pain as he pushed the head of his cock into my body for the second time and there was another hit of extreme pleasure as his cockhead rubbed against my clitoris again.

I looked from the disappearing cockhead to the road and noticed a face at the window, there was a man out on the road looking into the car. As I was almost totally naked and Ben was working hard to get just a little more of his flaccid cock into my body, a shiver ran through my body when I realised that we were being watched.

Ben felt my body shiver and looked to my face, he saw that I was looking out of the front passenger window so he looked that way too, he flicked the central locking button to lock all of the doors, "Don't worry, he can't get in!"

Ben pulled my body back to him and as he kissed me he began to rock my body back and forth, his cockhead didn't move inside my cunt but as I was pulled back and forward my clitoris rubbed over his cock and I began to climax, I broke our kiss and looked at the window again, there was no face looking in this time, I looked all around and then I saw the man again, his nose touching the driver's door window just inches away from us. My climax rocketed to a much higher level, Ben laughed, "You like him watching us, don't you?"

No!"

At that moment the man outside the car stepped back and started wanking, his trousers around his knees and a rather large cock in his hand, "Would you like to feel him in your cunt Emma?"

I shook my head and suddenly there was a jet leaving the guy's cock that reached the door of Ben's car, I couldn't believe that the man would dare to be standing out in the open playing with his cock in broad daylight or rather twilight and then it dawned on me that I was to all intents and purposes naked and being fucked in that same twilight but because I was in Ben's car it seemed less public somehow.

The man shook strings of spunk off of his cock, pulled his trousers up and gave me a smile as he walked off towards the next parked car and as he reached that car he stood looking in their window too. My climax reduced slightly but I was still running from one climax into the next without a discernible gap between them.

"It's a pity that we will have to go Emma, I don't want to raise your father's suspicions that we're up to no good out here."

Ben stopped rocking my body and let me rest against his chest, I had got my breath back by the time my body expelled his cock for the second time. We dressed in silence and then Ben kissed me again, "I'd really love to fuck you properly sometime, why don't you arrange with Kelly to pop round after school one day, you can come round for dinner anytime, let your parent's know so that you don't have to rush off too early."

My head was in a whirl as we drove home, I was really worried that my mum or dad would know exactly what I had just done with Ben, I was sure that something about me would give me away. I had expected Ben to drop me off at the end of my drive and run for home but he didn't, he walked down with me to the front door and knocked, when my dad opened the front door Ben thanked him for allowing me to help him find Paul Mason's house. My father invited Ben in for a drink and because it was so late I had my shower, put my nighty on with nothing under it because it was so warm and then I went down to kiss my parents good night, Ben was still there, drinking beer with my father, Ben gave me a broad grin when he saw the shocked look on my face that he was still there and saw me in my nighty.

'Why are you shocked at Ben seeing you in your nighty with nothing under it, he's just fucked you on his steering wheel and you were as good as naked then!' I caught my breath in a gasp, my little internal voice had returned with a vengeance and she had arrived just as I was kissing my father on his cheek. My mother was sitting next to Ben and after I kissed my father my mother made a comment that I really should wear panties under my nighty even on hot days. I leaned in to kiss my mother and Ben patted his cheek and said, "Where's mine?"

I felt my face turned bright red, I looked into my mother's eyes and she nodded at me so I kissed Ben on his cheek before running to the stairs. As soon as I closed the living room door I had stern words with my inner voice, 'Ben did not fuck me in his car, we just made out a little.'

I reached my bedroom and as my door closed behind me my little inner voice chirped up, 'You can lie to yourself all you like but I was there, I saw what you let him do to you and I'd call having a man's cock in your cunt is fucking, just remember, if there was any of his sperms left in his cock after he fucked Kelly earlier then they could be in you right now and you could be having Ben's baby right now!

My little inner voice left me too worried to sleep; I could hear the mumble of voices from the living room, my mother was laughing overly loud and after an hour I heard music playing, dance music coming up from the living room. Thirty minutes later I heard footsteps on the stairs, my father knocked on my bedroom door to ask me if I was awake, I decided not to answer him, I just pretended to be asleep.

My father retreated down the stairs again, the music ended within seconds and then I heard whispered voices coming up the stairs, you'll have to be quiet, Emma's sleeping and I don't want her waking up. That comment confused me until I heard my mother giggle and realised that there were three sets of footsteps on the stairs. There was more talking in my parent's bedroom and then I heard my mother gasp and then the sounds of squeaking bedsprings. Curiosity got the better of me and I slipped out of bed and opened my door as silently as I could, my parent's bedroom door wasn't fully closed and I was able to push it open a little further, my dad was sitting on the bed at the side of Ben and my mother fucking for all they were worth while my dad sat there rubbing his own cock in his hand.

Ben got my mother to change her position; he had her doggy style while my mum sucked my dad's cock. Ben made a lot of noise as he filled my mum's belly with his seed and that worried my father, he looked over at the door and I was sure that he could see me standing there watching them all fucking but he didn't say anything, he was very close to his own orgasm in my mum's mouth.

I was fixated on the sight of my father climaxing into my mother's mouth so much that I totally missed the fact that Ben was walking over to the bedroom door, he pulled it open and I had to step back so my father didn't see me standing there, "Just going to use the toilet, be back in a minute."

Ben closed the bedroom door behind him; he held my face and pushed his cock into my mouth, "Does your mum taste as sweet as my daughter Emma?"

I shook my head, "Pity your mother insisted on using my erection, I'd love to have been able to slip it into you in your little bed."

I heard the handle rattle on the bedroom door and jumped away from Ben's cock, I had just managed to close my bedroom door as my mother walked out and followed Ben into the bathroom, they were talking as my mother took a piss, she was trying to arrange another visit from Ben, perhaps when my father was out of the house, I couldn't believe that my mum would be so casual about peeing in front of a stranger and then to ask him to call when my dad was out even though my dad was just a few feet away. I realised that I could only hear them because I was standing at my bedroom door holding it closed and my father probably couldn't hear them from the other side of his bedroom.

My mum went down the stairs with Ben to kiss him goodbye at the front door, I checked my clock, it was two in the morning as I slipped into bed. In the morning I was surprised at just how 'normal' everything was between my parents, no, not normal, way beyond normal. Life for my parents was always a little strained; I didn't often see any signs of affection between them, more usually a form of strained acceptance of the other's right to be there. My mother was singing, my dad was all smiles and for the first time in as long as I could remember my dad kissed my mum on the lips for no reason at all. They kissed again as my father left for work and my mother was almost dancing as she moved around the kitchen humming a waltz to herself.

"I saw you with Ben last night!"

I could almost hear the whistle of the bombshell as it fell in the middle of the kitchen floor. My mother stopped dancing, stopped humming and she sat heavily at my side at the kitchen table, she sighed and then took my hand, "Emma, I think you're old enough to understand these things. I need more than your father is able to give me, we still love each other and there's no danger of us splitting up if you're worried about that but, well, we've been doing things like that for years, usually we arrange it for when you are at a friend's house on a sleep-over or at your grandparent's house for the night but it has been ages since you've spent a night away from home."

I helped myself to cereals and milk before looking into my mother's eyes, "Anyway, it's partly your fault, your nighty was far too short and not wearing any knickers under it, when you kissed your father goodnight Ben saw your pussy from behind and when you kissed me your father saw it too, you turned both men on and I had the job of looking after two horny men..." She patted my hand, "...and thanks for that, I had a lot of fun. You'd better watch out though, I think Ben wants to have sex with you as well."

'No mum, I'm not really old enough to find these things out, especially not from my mother's own lips!' ran through my mind but I just looked up at her and smiled.

When I reached the bus stop to catch the school bus I spotted Kelly across the other side of the road skulking around outside the shop, the bus wasn't due to pick us up for fifteen minutes so I walked across the road to say hi to Kelly. She was instantly defensive, "It's okay, you don't have to talk to me, I understand."

Kelly turned away from me and pretended to be interested in the shop window, I touched her arm and she clenched her fists so I let go of her elbow, "I thought we could be friends, we're the only two girls left in the village from our year at school!"

"You don't have to be nice to me Emma, I know my father came to pick you up last night and he didn't get home until after two o'clock this morning and it's all my fault, if I hadn't punched that fat prick on the bus my dad wouldn't have seen you and he wouldn't have come after you like that. You should have just let them throw me off the bus on my own!"

"Well, friends just don't do things like that Kelly, they just don't"

Kelly turned to face me, her face was bright red, "What the hell do you want to be my friend for, you're just taking pity on me!"

I had no idea how I could counter that comment, it was true that we were the only girls from our year at school living in the village but that alone wasn't enough to guarantee friendship. "I was actually hoping to ask you if I could have a sleep-over at your house on the fifteenth of next month and then you could sleep over at mine the following week, we'd really have to be friends to do that."

I could see turmoil on Kelly's face, "You just want another crack at my dad!"

"Your father had sex with my mother last night!"

"That's impossible, he always needs two or three hours to get his erection back after sex and...well, he came straight from me to you so he couldn't have fucked both of you between nine o'clock and two o'clock and sort out Paul Mason's dad as well."

The rest of the kids from our village were gathering at the bus stop, "You tried to protect me from your dad by having sex with him before he picked me up, thanks, I guess that's another of the things that friends do for each other. We'd better get in the queue."

"I was sure my dad had fucked you last night and that you'd want nothing to do with me today!"

I took a deep breath, "Kelly, if your dad had done that to me last night it wouldn't have affected our friendship, the two things are totally separate but I think that my mum knows that your dad is after me and she really wants to have sex with him again, she asked him to come back when my dad is out, if he tells her that he'll only do it if she makes me available as well I'm sure she will."

When the bus arrived the driver stopped me as I got on, Kelly was directly behind me, "Any more trouble from either of you today and you'll both be off the bus again and you'll have a month's ban from using the bus."

I heard Kelly take a deep breath behind me, I turned quickly just in time to grab her fists in my hands, I looked into her eyes, raised my eyebrows as I pushed her hands down to her sides, then I let go with my left hand and dragged Kelly past the driver by her left hand, I pushed her into the seat by the window, "You prefer to sit by the window don't you?"

"I do but I need you to calm down more than I need to sit by the window."

"You should have let me hit him, it was so unfair of him talking to you like that, yesterday was nothing to do with you, it was all just me and that driver is taking a liberty."

"And at the end of the day, if you had clonked him we'd both be heading home again to ask our parents to take us to school for the rest of the month! It's better to count to ten and just let it go."

Paul Mason wasn't at the stop in his village but his friends were and they almost ran past the seat that Kelly and I were sitting in. When we got to school I was called to the headmaster's office, Kelly was already there, sitting on what we all called the 'naughty seat'. She looked up at me, "I'm sorry Emma, looks like this isn't going to go away just because we ignore it and walk away."

I had to go through the whole thing with the headmaster, the reason that Kelly hit Paul, her being put off the bus without her bag, her phone or her house keys and that I had joined her at the side of the road because I had guessed that she wouldn't know her way home as she was new. Paul's teacher was in the room with us, he actually stood up for Kelly, he said that he had nothing but trouble from Paul; he was a consummate bully and more often the aggressor in any conflict than the victim.

I swapped places with Kelly out on the naughty seats and Kelly went through to the office. Ten minutes later she was out again with a faint trace of a smile on her face, "Looks like we've got to be friends for at least the next six months, Mr. Jones has put me on probation for six months, I've got to move all of my classes to fall into line with your schedule, that's my punishment, your punishment is that you have to keep me on the straight and narrow for six whole months."

I was called back into the headmaster's office again and the same deal was explained to me, it was going to be a little tougher for Kelly than she thought, our classes were all so different because I was in the honours set, the brightest of the bright students, Kelly was much lower down the pecking order than me because she tended to be excluded from school so often that she never caught up.

It was actually very cool to have Kelly around so much, she was always quick to her feet at the slightest provocation, I had to be on my toes all the time to catch Kelly's fists and stare into her eyes in as pleading a way as possible until she calmed down. People always say count to ten and the anger would dissipate, with Kelly I often got way past fifty before she calmed down enough for me to let go of her fists.

We definitely turned out to be friends in adversity and my helping Kelly to catch up in the classroom was also helping me to improve my classroom skills too, I was climbing up the classroom standings all the time and as Kelly began to improve and actually get into the lessons she started to be less angry and as the teachers began to praise her she seemed to calm down a lot more.

We had a rough patch during our sleepover at Kelly's house; Ben had sex with me while Kelly was brushing my sweaty tangles of hair out of my eyes, when Ben rolled off of me Kelly was shocked to see her father's cock was covered in my blood, "Hey, you were still a virgin, I was sure that my dad had already got at you!" Kelly was so happy that she kissed me and that made her jolt back, "Sorry, I'm not a lesbian or anything."

"Kelly relax, I kiss most of my best friends, it isn't a sexual thing, it's just an act of closeness, like after your dad goes to his own bed, we'll probably share the same bed because the inflatable mattresses are so naff to sleep on, we'll probably cuddle, probably spoon but again, nothing sexual, just two friends getting close to each other."

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