It was hard to believe that, back in June, she had been totally innocent. The arrival of a new bus driver at the school had been the catalyst that had changed all that. Phil Davis, her first true love, had showed her what joys there were to be had between two lovers.

But Phil had been just the first. Soon, Sarah had been sharing her love with her teacher, Miss Johnson. Sarah learned that there were different kinds of love, and that it was possible to love more than one person at the same time.

With the start of the school holidays, the floodgates had opened. While on camp with the Brownies, Sarah had learned that her best friend, Carly Marsh, was even more experienced than her. Together they had explored new ways of satisfying the growing itch between their legs.

To her surprise, Sarah had discovered that her little sister, Julie, was as hot for sex as she was. It wasn't long before, not only Julie, but her mother and father, had been drawn into Sarah's circle of lovers.

The high point of the holiday had been Carly's eighth birthday party. Both Sarah's and Carly's families had joined together in an orgy of unrestrained passion. Carly, the birthday girl, had been fucked by both fathers and Phil at the same time. Sarah had given in to her urges and been fucked by Carly's dog, Ben. The three men had also taken the virginity of Sarah's Brownie friends, Sylvie, Liz and Emma.

The remainder of the holidays had been one sexual encounter followed by another. Sarah had blossomed, from a beautiful but restrained young schoolgirl, into a demanding young nymphette. To look at her, nothing had changed, butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. But, beneath her little girl's clothes, her hot body demanded more and more sensation.

As Sarah relived the past few months, she got hotter and hotter. She slipped a finger between the puffy lips of her cunny and slowly began to thrust in and out, rolling her hips as she imagined one of her lovers at work between her thighs. She pounded harder and harder into her hot little pussy with her fingers. Higher and higher her passion rose. She trailed her left hand across her chest, tickling the hard little points of her nipples. She pinched one of her immature little buds, rolling the nipple between her fingers, the slight pain building on her excitement......(cont)