Preface

Peter and Jane are the brother and sister who feature in the Ladybird Key Readers books. The latest books feature awful cartoon style stick figures, but the original books are now highly regarded as examples of high quality illustrations, and early editions are collectors' items. The old fashioned and somewhat twee nature of the characters has become a common joke, especially regarding Jane's passive role as a perfect little girl. There are two sets of illustrations for each book, older and newer, and there is a drastic difference between the two. In the older editions, Jane wears a white dress and does little, and in the later editions she wears jeans and is far more active. You can probably work out which illustrations go with which stories, and I am not including examples of the illustrations with the text in order to avoid copyright issues. The earlier stories tend to be inspired by the first edition illustrations, and later stories which I hope will follow soon, the seco nd series of illustrations as Jane becomes more adventurous.

1. At the River

It was Saturday morning, and the sun was shining in through Jane's bedroom window. She jumped out of bed and went over to her dressing table. She had arranged to go down to the river with Peter to swim. Jane pulled off her white nightie and stared at herself in the mirror. It was then that she saw something for the first time. Had she not noticed yesterday? Or the day before? And why not - it could not have happened overnight, or perhaps it had. There in front of in the mirror, her nipples formed two little points. Jane realised that her breasts were beginning to develop. She was starting to grow up. Jane realised that from now on, every day, her breasts would be swelling, growing plumper and fuller.

"Who else will notice?" wondered Jane. "When I change for P.E. in school, will other boys see? Will my teacher see?" Jane wondered if she should start to wear a top... One day she would need to wear a bra! Jane felt as though, on this day, she had changed, and her life had changed. Jane pulled on her dress. No, her breasts could not be seen under her dress. After all, they were still no bigger than plums, no, more like cherries! But what about when she was searing a swimsuit? Jane remembered that today she would be getting into the river with Peter, and would be putting on her swimsuit! Would Peter notice that she was developing? Would he be interested? Jane already felt that she wanted Peter to notice, and she wanted him to show interest in her body, but she also felt afraid at what he would think of her.

Jane liked Peter. They had been best friends for a long time, since they had been in infant's school. Peter called fro Jane after breakfast, and they walked down through the fields to the river. They walked down the hill to the stile which allowed them to get down to the river. Peter always let Jane climb up onto the stile first while he stood behind her. As Jane lifted her leg over the top, Peter would look under her dress so that he could see her knickers. It had become a joke between them. Today, Jane felt different about it. It was as if for the first time, she understood that he enjoyed looking at the private parts of her body. If there was something special about letting a boy look at her breasts, then there was something special about letting a boy look between her legs, too. What exactly? Her body was different to a boy's in those places, Jane knew. Jane stopped in front of the stile.

"Go on, climb up!" said Peter.

"You are going to look at my knickers, aren't you?" asked Jane.

"You are going to show me your knickers!" said Peter. "I can't help looking if you show them off to me."

"But you like looking at my knickers, don't you? Said Jane.

"Only because I can see where your sex is" said Peter.

He was right, of course. It was where boys and girls were different. But as long as Jane had her knickers on, it didn't matter so much. After all, when Jane had her swimsuit on, Peter would be able to look at her body down there as much as he liked, and her swimsuit was tighter on her than her knickers.

The children reached the river bank. Peter was already wearing his swimming trunks underneath his shorts, and he pulled off his clothes quickly and got ready to step into the water. Jane was used to slipping her knickers off and then pulling her swimsuit up under her dress, and then pull the swimsuit right up and slip her arms through it before taking her dress off, her swimsuit already in place. Suddenly, Jane realised what would happen when they got out of the water to get dressed. Both of them would have to take off their swimming things and then dry themselves before getting their clothes back on. Jane had done this so many times before, and it had never seemed to matter before. Usually, they kept their towels over their bodies and did not even look at each other. Perhaps Peter knew that looking at Jane when she was naked was just too naughty... but perhaps he would like to?

Jane and Peter stepped into he water. Jane looked down at her chest. No, her breasts were not showing. Peter started to throw his ball across the water to make it splash on the surface.

"You can throw the ball a long way!" said Jane.

"Yes, boys are good with balls, aren't they?" grinned Peter. Then he turned to look at Jane and said "Do you like looking at my balls?"

"You've only got one, though - haven't you?" replied Jane.

"I've got two!" said Peter.

"Where is the other one?" asked Jane. "Don't you know? All boys have got two balls, all the time," said Peter. Jane realised what he meant! How naughty! And how silly for her not to realise what he meant straight away! The children splashed in the water, and poured water out of a bucket over each other until they were soaking wet all over.

Jane felt the shock of the cold water as it soaked through her swimsuit, and the wet material clung to her skin... Jane felt her nipples react to the cold water and feel harder than usual. They were pressing against the front of her swimsuit - now Peter would be able to see them easily. Peter didn't seem to take any notice, though.

A little later, Jane watched Peter show her how he could dive off a tree branch straight into the river. He flexed and tightened his body as he prepared to dive. Jane looked at the firmness and smoothness of his skin. Peter had nipples, as did every boy, but unlike Jane's they would not develop. Like Jane, Peter had a bottom that he kept covered up under his swimming trunks. But in between his legs, he was different to Jane because he was a boy. As he had already reminded her, Peter had two balls hanging between his legs. Jane knew that, of course. In fact, she had seen Peter's balls before, and the thing in front of them that she knew was called a penis. Jane had seen his penis, when she had watched him wee. But now that Jane tried to recollect that time, it seemed a long time ago, and Jane could not even picture in her mind what his penis actually looked like. Was it long or short? Did it move by itself or did it have to held? All of a sudden, questions like these were important! Jane was annoyed at herself for not having realised that things like this about a boy were important and that she should have paid attention!

As she looked at Peter's swimming trunks, she tried to imagine what shape his penis was making inside them. There seemed to be a very big bulge in the front of his swimming trunks in exactly the right place. If that was made by Peter's penis, it must be very big!

take a good look, and find out for herself how it was made. Jane wanted to look at Peter's penis. Not just see it, but She might get to see it when they dried themselves on the river bank, but maybe not... Would Peter show her his penis if she asked him? He might, but he might not. But Peter liked looking at her body - after all, he wanted to look up her skirt earlier at her knickers. If he liked to look at her, shy shouldn't she like looking at him?

It was time to carry on playing, and Jane started to look for fish in the river. There were not very many fish in the river, and Jane knelt down on a rock and stared down at the water, looking out for one. She did not notice Peter walking rather carefully around behind her. Jane did not realise that as she knelt down and leaned forwards, her swimsuit was stretching tightly over her bottom and catching inside the fold between her cheeks. Being wet, it seemed to slide over her like a second skin. Peter was standing behind her, admiring her bottom! And not only that, he was looking down at the opening between her legs. Her swimsuit was clinging to Jane's skin so closely that he could see the fold between the mound between her legs.

"You have got a very nice bottom," said Peter. "I like looking at it!"

"You are naughty!" said Jane.

"No I'm not, you should be pleased that I think your body is nice to look at. It would be nice to touch it, too... Can I feel your bottom?" he asked.

Jane didn't know what to say. She was about to say No! and then stopped herself. She was quite pleased that Peter wanted to touch her, and after all, she wanted to look inside his swimming trunks! This would be fun, Jane decided.

"Go on then, if you want to" she said.

Jane put his hand onto Jane's left cheek and stroked it. Then he put his other hand onto the other cheek and stroked that one too. Jane found that she liked having herself stroked like that, and she didn't mind that Peter carried on doing it. Then she felt Peter's hand slide down into the fold in the middle of her bottom, and press his fingers deep into it. Peter's fingers slid further and further down until they were right between her legs.

"This feels nice!" said Peter. "Now hold still, I'm going to do one more thing."

Peter held onto either side of Jane's bottom as if to keep it in position, and then Jane felt Peter push himself against her, so that the front of his swimming trunks was pressing against her bottom.

"What are you doing?" giggled Jane.

"Don't you know?" asked Peter.

"What do you mean? Asked Jane.

"I thought you didn't know," said Peter.

"Know what?"

"I'll tell you another time. I'll stop now."

Jane was confused. She didn't know what Peter had been doing or what he had been talking about. She stoop up, and saw that Peter was giving her a very strange look, although he was smiling. Then Jane realised that it must have been Peter's penis that she had felt pressing against her bottom. She wanted to ask Peter why he had pressed himself onto her like that, but it annoyed her that Peter knew and she didn't, and she didn't want to have to keep asking him about it.

Soon it was time to dry off and head for home. Peter climbed out of the water first, and Jane watched him.

She did not want to let Peter know that she was watching him, so she tried to pretend that she was looking at the river, but all the time she kept her eyes on Peter.

Peter dried off his wet body and then pulled off his swimming trunks. Jane could see his tight little bottom, and then for a moment, his white soft penis, that seemed to wriggle and jump about as Peter rubbed it with his towel. Peter turned to look at Jane, caught her eye and grinned at her, to show that he knew that she was enjoying looking at him naked.

Jane did not even try to look away, but smiled back at him. Peter put on his clothes, and looked at Jane, still standing in the water.

"Come on out and get changed!" Peter called.

Jane knew that she had to - she couldn't stand there in the cold water all day long! But she would have to go and stand right in front of Peter while she got changed and let him stare straight at her. And she didn't have just one part of her body to keep covered, but two - bottom and breasts as well! Oh well, Peter had let her look at her, and Jane had to admit that it would be fun to stand in front of Peter and take off her swimsuit if he was going to like it so much.

So Jane stepped out of the water, walked up to Peter and dried her arms and legs. Then she pulled down the front of her swimming costume and exposed her bare chest to Peter.

Jane looked directly at Peter. "Can you see that I'm developing?" she asked.

"Oh yes, but only just!" said Peter.

Jane was rather disappointed. She had expected Peter to show more interest in her body. She dried off her back and chest, and then stopped.

"Go on, take your swimsuit right off! You looked at me naked, so now it's your turn!" said Peter.

Jane took hold of her swimsuit, heavy with water, and slid it down her legs. When she stood up, She was showing her girl's tight little fold. Jane dried her hips, rubbing the towel into her crease and then over her bottom, before pulling on first her knickers and then her dress, followed by her socks and shoes.

"Am I coming home for tea at your house?" asked Peter.

"Yes, of course! You always do, don't you?" asked Jane, a little surprised.

"Yes, but today we have got some things to take about. We can go into your bedroom and not be disturbed, can't we?"

"What... oh!" said Jane.

"That's right," said Peter. "I'm going to tell you all about it!"

2. In Jane's Bedroom

Jane and Peter walked home together. Jane did not say anything. What was it that Peter was going to tell her? Jane wasn't even sure that she knew what questions she wanted to ask him, but hoped that Peter would tell her anyway. It had something to do with boys and girls, with boys having a penis and girls not having one, of her breasts and knickers and showing them. When they got home, Jane's mummy was out as usual. Most Saturdays, she want into town, and daddy was always out at his gold club, which meant that Jane and Peter were left to play alone in the house for several hours. Jane and Peter sat at the bottom of the steps, taking off their shoes before going upstairs. They grinned at each other excitedly, although they did not say a word. Then they went upstairs and into Jane's bedroom. Peter closed the door.

"Well... what do you want to do now?" asked Peter.

"I don't know," said Jane. "What could we do?"

"We can do whatever you want, I don't mind. I'll do whatever you want me to. Just ask," said Peter.

"I don't know what to ask for," said Jane.

"I think you do," said Peter. "I think you want to ask me to take my pants down and show you my penis."

"Oh... Yes, if you like" said Jane.

"Ask me then!"

"I am!"

"No, you have to ask me properly. Say it out loud," said Peter.

Jane paused, afraid to say it out loud herself, but she said it. "Please take off your pants and show me your penis.

Peter took off his shorts and then his pants, and stood in front of Jane, his little loose penis hanging down, pushed forward just a little where it rested over his testicles.

"Now it's your turn. Take off your knickers and show me your crease," said Peter. Jane did what Peter asked, and kept her dress lifted up to her waist.

"That looks nice," said Peter. "Now we get a close look." Peter sat on Jane's bed, and spread his legs apart with one foot lifted onto the bed. "Come and sit down here with me and keep your legs open so that I can see everything."

Jane could now see all the way under Peter's legs, under his testicles and where they fitted in front of his bottom. She opened her legs in the same way, and as she did so the sides of her fold opened out so that Peter could look right into it. "That's better, now we can see everything properly" said Peter. "Now what do you want to do?"

"I don't know," said Jane.

"Yes you do."

"No I don't, really."

"Now we touch each other. Go on, I'll let you do it first." Jane hesitated. "Go on, don't be a baby. You'll like it. I promise you will."

Jane reached out her hand and ran her fingers along the top of Peter's penis.

"Feel it all over, underneath as well," said Peter. Jane picked the penis up and touched the underside as well. She thought that she felt it twitch as she touched it. Then Peter put his finger between her legs and Jane felt his fingertip stroke the middle of her fold. Peter was very gentle as he touched her. He ran his finger down between her open legs slowly and carefully, and he looked straight into Jane's face as he did it. Then he put his finger at the top of Jane's fold, and pressed it into her as he moved it down between her legs once more. Jane felt as though his finger was burying itself into her flesh.

"Does that feel nice?" Peter asked.

"It feels alright. It doesn't hurt at all," replied Jane.

"Of course it doesn't. It's meant to make you feel good, but I think you aren't old enough to let it do that. Now I'll show you want else you can do with my penis."

Peter took hold of his penis and pulled on it, and Jane watched the skin roll back and reveal the end, which was red and smooth and shiny. Peter squeezed it, and the penis started to grow straight.

"Can you see what it's doing? It's growing big," said Peter.

Peter was right. His penis was becoming straight, and was no longer flopping about.

"Why is doing that?" asked Jane.

"Because it likes you," said Peter. "It wants to make a baby grow inside you."

"What are you talking about?" asked Jane.

"You really don't know. You are a baby yourself! Don't you know how babies get to be made?"

"Of course I do! A man puts his seed inside a woman's tummy and it makes a baby start to grow."

"Exactly. And how does the seed get inside you?" asked Peter.

"I don't know exactly. Mummy told me once, but I didn't really understand it."

"So why didn't you ask her again? Well, I'll tell you everything," said Peter.

He lifted up his penis and pointed to his two balls. "A man makes sperm in these balls. That's the proper name for seeds that make babies. The seeds shoot out of the end of his penis. When you make a baby, a man pushes his penis up into your vagina, that the opening right there -" Peter put his finger into the fold between Jane's legs, where there was an opening, so that the sperm goes into you. A penis grows stiff when it wants to do that so that it can be pushed inside you easily."

Jane stared at the penis in front of her. Now she understood what was so special and exciting about it, and what was so special about her body too.

"Feel my penis now. Feel how hard it is" said Peter.

Jane did not hesitate now, she wanted to do and find out as much as she could. She stroked the penis along the top of it. Then she tried doing what she had seen Peter do, and pulled the skin back and revealed the head.

"Clever girl, you learn quickly," said Peter. "Boys like it when you do that. They like it a lot. If you know how to do that, boys will like you very much."

Peter put his fingers back into Jane's opening. She felt one of his fingers begin to slide into her.

"Do you like that?" asked Peter. "Girls like it when a boy does this. They like a lot. You'll get to like it too. It's the feeling you get when a penis goes into you, but when that happens it feels a million million times better!"

Jane and Peter heard the front door close. Jane's mummy was home! In an instant, pants, knickers, trousers, dress, were pulled back on, as if nothing had happened....

3. Susan and Jane

Jane was in Susan's back garden. She and Susan were playing with their dolls. They had a big tub of water and had the dolls sitting in the water, and were giving them baths.

As usual, they got on to the subject of boys...

"I don't think that any boys would want to be here with us - they don't like playing with dolls," said Susan.

"That's true," replied Jane. "But I think that they would like to be here if there were real girls sitting in the bathtub instead of dolls!"

"Oh yes, they'd like that, seeing them naked!" giggled Susan.

"They would want to help to wash them all over!" said Jane.

"Oh yes, and put their hands on them you-know-where! In fact, I think they would want to be in the bath with them!" said Susan.

"Oh yes, and then the girls could give them a good rub all over" said Jane. "Boys like being rubbed if you know how!"

"What do you mean?" asked Susan.

"Well... it's a bit naughty... boys like being rubbed in a certain way. They like it very much" said Jane.

"Where do you mean? How do you know?" asked Susan.

"I shouldn't tell you, it's private," said Jane.

"I know it's private. Nobody is going to overhear us. What do you know about it? Tell me, and I'll tell you what I know," said Susan.

"I'm talking about a boy's penis," said Jane. "They like it if you run it nicely. It makes them feel nice."

"Have you done that?" asked Susan. "I think you have. Have you done that with Peter?" Jane nodded.

"I thought so. I've done it with my cousin. He taught me how to do it. The penis goes all stiff when you play with it, doesn't it?" said Susan.

Jane nodded. "Yes. Peter gets ever so excited when I stroke his penis. He likes it a lot. I like doing it for him too, it's fun!"

"Yes it is!" said Susan. "Have you just done it with Peter?"

"Yes, he's the only boy I've done it with," said Jane.

"The only boy? What about a man?" asked Susan.

"A man? A grown up? Oh no!" said Jane. Jane looked at Susan, who was staring at her with a sly grin on her face. "Why... have you? You have, haven't you?"

Susan nodded. "It's much more fun with a man. His penis is much bigger, and you know what happens when you rub a man's penis for him, don't you?"

"Does his sperm come out of it?" asked Jane.

"It certainly does!" said Susan. "And a man is much more fun to play with than a boy. They are nicer to you and want to be kind. Boys are just silly and want to play around."

"You've made sperm come out of a man's penis? Susan!" gasped Jane. "I'd never have guessed!"

"Well, I wouldn't have guessed that you had done anything with Peter until you told me" said Susan.

"But sperm can make a baby!" said Jane. Suppose that happens to you?"

"It can't, silly! The sperm can only make a baby if it shoots inside your vagina. It can't happen if it just comes out in the air, and anyway, we are not old enough to have a baby, so there's nothing to worry about!"

"Is a man's penis really big?" asked Jane. "And is it hairy?"

"It's hairy around the man's legs, just like it is around a woman's legs. Haven't you ever seen one?" asked Susan.

"Yes, I think so," said Jane. "I've seen my daddy naked a few times, but I can't really remember what he looked like."

"That's because you weren't really interested then, you were too young" said Susan. "Would you like to see some pictures of some?"

"How?" asked Jane. "Do you have some?"

Susan nodded. "It's a secret, I keep them hidden under my bed."

"How did you get them? Did you take them yourself?" asked Jane.

"No, silly!" giggled Susan. "I cut them out of magazines. My cousin showed me the pictures and I asked if I could keep some, and he gave them to me."

"Please show them to me!" said Jane.

"Now? My mum and dad are watching television - we can go up to my room and they won't bother us" said Susan.

"All right, now!" said Jane, and the two girls rushed up to Susan's bedroom, giggling all the way up the stairs. When they got inside, Susan shut the door and then took out a board game and put all the pieces on the floor.

"What are you doing?" asked Jane. "We didn't come up here to play Mousetrap!"

"No, silly" said Susan. "You have to have something ready in case we get disturbed. If my mum comes in, then we can pretend we have been playing this game all the time!"

"Oh..." said Jane, as she watched Susan pull out a box of comics from under her bed, and then rummage about at the bottom of it, and then take out a big thick envelope.

"Here they are!" she whispered. Jane and Susan huddled over the envelope at the foot of the bed, their backs to the door. Susan pulled out a pile of magazine cuttings, some big, some small, some in colour and some in black and white.

Susan laid the pile of cuttings on the carpet and let Jane look down on the picture on top. It was of a man's penis and testicles, the penis was pale and floppy, hanging down over the testicles. Jane didn't say anything... Susan turned the cutting over and let Jane look at the picture below. In this picture, the skin around the end of the penis was not there, showing the smooth, red head and the little slit where wee came out - and sperm too, thought Jane.

Looking at these pictures started to make Jane feel strangely excited. It wasn't just being able to look at pictures of something so private, but the naughtiness of doing it in her friend's bedroom while her parents sat downstairs watching television!

The next picture was of a black man's penis. Jane was amazed to see the dark flesh covering the main part of the penis, and the head seemed darker too. And the penis looked bigger than the ones in the first two pictures!

"They say that black men have got bigger penises than white men" said Susan. "I don't know it that's true, but that ones certainly looks big!"

"And does it really go inside a girl's vagina?" asked Jane. "It looks so big, how could it fit in?"

"That's nothing... you want to see how big it can get?" asked Susan.

She ruffled through some of the cuttings, and then displayed one to Jane. It was a picture of a long, straight penis, standing up by itself and pointing up into the air, thick and firm. It looked huge and so long too! Jane gasped.

"That's how big it gets!" said Susan. "And it all goes inside you. Remember that you get bigger when you grow up, too. The bigger it is, the more of a thrill it's supposed to give you when you have it inside!"

"That must give you a huge thrill, then!" said Jane.

"It looks like it" said Susan. "Here, look at some others."

The girls ruffled through some more pictures. Every penis looked different, some were bigger than others, some thicker. Some were straight and some were curved. Some had a fat, swollen head and some a narrow one. Jane found that she couldn't take her eyes off the pictures. There was something about all of them that fixed her mind completely. She was aware of looking at something so powerful and special, aware the whole time that the stiffness and size of the penis was for the single reason that it was ready to slide inside her and then... and then soon after, Jane hardly dared to finish her thought, and then... Susan seemed to read Jane's mind! - "Would you like to see some pictures of sperm coming out?"

"Oh, yes!" whispered Jane.

Susan put another cutting on top of the pile. It showed a long stream of white liquid spurting out of the end of a penis, caught in mid air. In a second picture, the same kind of white stuff was dribbling down off the head of a penis. It looked thick and gluey, thought Jane. In a third picture, more of the same fluid was dribbling down the side of the penis and landing all over the hairs around it.

"Wow, these pictures are amazing" said Jane.

"I've got something else to show you" said Susan. She ruffled the through the pages once again, and pulled out one picture. It showed the testicles of a man hanging between his legs, and above them, the base of his penis. That was all that you could see of the penis, as it disappeared into the space between a pair of thighs.

"Is that going into a girl?" asked Jane.

"That's right!" said Susan. "You can see how big you get to be right there when you grow up. It can go in really easily, and all the way in, too!"

The girls heard a door closing downstairs, and quick as a flash, Susan picked up the sheaf of cuttings and put them back into their box, underneath the comics, and slide the box back under her bead. The two girls turned towards the board game and started to play.

"Those pictures are amazing! Thank you so much for showing them to me" said Jane.

"That's alright, I know I can trust you to keep it a secret" answered Susan.

"Of course" said Jane. "There is something so exciting about them, they make me feel kind of funny looking at them.

Susan looked at Jane for a moment in a very serious way. "Would you like to see a real penis, I mean a man's and up close?"

"Oh - yes, I think so" said Jane. "Who would let us look at it? Your daddy?"

Susan shook her head. "No, he might let me look, but not you as well. And I don't mean just a quick look, I mean a proper long look, and a feel of it too, like you would if you were playing with a boy."

"I don't know anybody who would do that" said Jane.

"I do!" said Susan. "I know a man who is friends with me and I go to play with him quite often."

"What do you play?" asked Jane.

"I just told you!" said Susan. "He really likes little girls, and I think he will like you too. Would you like to come with me and play with him one afternoon?"

"You mean play with his penis?" asked Jane.

"That's right! And let him touch you too. He knows how to touch girls in really nice ways. You'll like it, I promise.

"Oh... no grown up has touched me there, only my mummy, and that was a long time ago now."

"I know, I'm not asking you to let just anyone touch you there, this is really special, and you must promise to never ever tell anyone about it, because this is a very very private thing if you do it and it doesn't involve anyone but you and him - and me of course!"

"I see... do I know who this man is?"

"You might do, but I'm not even going to tell you anything about him until he agrees to let you come with me and join in with our games... and then you will find out!" said Susan.

"Well, alright, you can ask him" said Jane.

"I will then. I'm sure he will like you and I'm sure you will like him a lot too" said Susan. "But if you decide you don't want to do it, you can always say no, or you can wait till later when you are a bit older."

4. Susan's Friend

For over a week Susan said nothing about the man she knew, or about Jane meeting him. When the girls met in school or outside, Susan never said anything about it. Then one day, when Susan was playing with Jane in her bedroom, Susan told her that her friend would very much like to meet Jane and get to know her, and Susan could take Jane to his house the next Saturday afternoon.

"It will be fun, I promise!" said Susan. "He is very kind and only wants to be nice to you. And I will be there all the time to help you and show you what to do!"

"All right then!" said Jane.

So the next Saturday afternoon, Jane met Susan at the bottom of her road, and they walked off towards the park together, as if they were only going as far as the swings, but they walked through the park, out of the back gate and up the hill to the edge of the town. When they got to the top of the hill, Susan stopped and the girls looked out over the open countryside. Susan pointed to a little house at the bottom of the hill, tucked in between some trees and a river.

"Look, that's where he lives" said Susan. "Come on, let's go, he'll be waiting for us."

"Are you going to tell me who it is yet?" asked Jane.

"No, I want it to be a surprise!" said Susan.

"So it is someone I know?" asked Jane.

"Yes, and he knows you!" giggled Susan. "He's really looking forward to meeting you, because he thinks you are incredibly pretty! He'd better not like you more than me, or I might start to get jealous!"

Jane was bursting to find out who it might be... the girls ran down the hill together, and then up to the red wooden door of the little cottage. The door opened, and Jane nearly fell over with surprise when she saw the smiling face of Mr Norman, one of her old teachers! "Hello Jane! Hello Susan!" he said. "Come on in, both of you."

"Oh, Mister Norman!" said Jane. "I would never have guessed it was you!"

"I'm really pleased that Susan has brought you over to play" he said. "I remember you very well, you were one of the prettiest girls in your class, and I was always very fond of you. Of course, I've always been fond of Susan too!"

Mister Norman didn't teach at Susan and Jane's school anymore, he had left at the end of the previous year, but both girls had been in his class the year before that. He invited them both in to his living room.

"What would you like? Cake? Ice-cream?" he asked.

"Both please, as usual!" said Susan. "What about you, Jane? You can have whatever you like - just ask!"

"Have you got any strawberry ice cream, Mister Norman - that's my favourite!" said Jane.

"Of course, said Mr Norman. "And my name is Peter. Now that we are friends, you can call me by my proper name." Peter went out of the room into his kitchen.

"Peter is really nice, especially to girls he likes. You can ask for whatever you want. If he hasn't got it, he'll make sure he gets some for the next time you come."

"Next time?" asked Jane.

"I'm sure you can visit again if you want to" grinned Susan.

Peter came back into the room with two bowls full of ice-cream, one with cake.

"Here you are, girls!" he said. Peter went out to get a plate of cake and a coffee for himself, and sat on the sofa opposite the girls.

"I remember you very well, Jane. I really liked having you in my class" he said. "There were several very pretty girls in that class, but you were one of the nicest. And you have lovely blonde hair, and I've always liked blondes... They are more fun to play with!"

Jane grinned and felt her cheeks grow hot. "Thank you, I always liked you too" she said.

"Did you just like me... or really like me?" he asked.

"What do you mean?" asked Jane.

"Susan got to really like me when I was her teacher. She used to let me kiss her, and put my hand inside her skirt and stroke her bottom. Not many girls that young like that sort of thing, but now you are older, I think you will now."

"Oh, I didn't know Susan did those things" said Jane. "I didn't even think of them then."

"I didn't really then, either" said Susan. "It was just a naughty game. It was only when we got to the Summer holidays and my cousin taught me how to play making babies that I understood what me and Peter has been doing, or starting to do."

"But you enjoyed it too, and so did I!" said Peter.

"She never told anyone" said Jane.

"Of course not, it's private, you never tell anyone about that sort of thing" said Susan.

"Susan was just being kind" said Peter. "You used to be kind to me too, quite often."

"How?" asked Jane.

"Don't you remember how you used to sit on my lap when you read to me? I enjoyed that so much, I always let you read to me for much longer than most of the others. You let me put my arm around you, and sometimes let me touch your legs too. I enjoyed that so much!"

"I didn't realise you liked it!" said Jane.

"Are you sure? You liked showing off to me, didn't you?" said Peter.

"How?" asked Jane.

"When you and Susan sat on the carpet during reading time, you always sat in front of me in your skirts, keeping your legs crossed, and letting me look right inside your open skirts at your knickers" said Peter.

"I wasn't doing it deliberately" said Jane.

"Yes we did, don't you remember?" said Susan. "We used to giggle about it afterwards because we used to catch Peter staring at our knickers."

"Oh, yes - but I never thought he really was" said Jane.

"I loved to look at you, in fact I still do" said Peter. I loved watching you when you were having your swimming lesson, in your blue swimsuit. And when you changed for gym lessons, and took off your vest, and let everyone see your chest. Of course, your chest was flat then, but Susan's told me that you have started to develop, and it isn't flat anymore..."

Jane went red again. "My breasts are still only tiny! They only started growing a few weeks ago" said Jane.

"Ahhh... how sweet!" said Peter. "That is when a girl's breasts look so sweet! I'm sure you like showing your breasts off already!"

"I have to one boy.. but no one else has noticed!" said Jane.

"Don't be so sure, lots of boys will have noticed, and men too" said Peter. "Have you let the boy touch your breasts?"

"Yes, sometimes" said Jane.

"Did it feel nice? Did you enjoy having them touched?" Jane went red again and nodded.

"Have you had your breasts kissed?" Jane shook her head.

"That is nice too. Susan likes having her breasts kissed, don't you Susan?"

"Yes, it is very nice" said Susan.

"Susan's breasts were very small when she first came her to play with me, but they have grown since then."

"They are still small" said Susan.

"Yours are bigger than mine" said Jane. "They are round and mine aren't!"

"Susan's breasts are very nice, and I'm sure yours are too, Jane. Now, Susan - why don't you come over here and show me what a nice girl you are!"

Susan went over to where Peter was sitting and lowered herself onto his lap. She put her arms over his shoulders and gave him a big smile.

"Oh, Susan! You have such a pretty face!" said Peter, and he kissed her on her nose. "And you have such lovely soft hair..." and he ran a hand through Susan's brown hair. "And you have such lovely breasts..." and he put a hand onto the front of Susan's jumper and ran it across her chest. He found one of her breasts and pressed his hand into her jumper to show its shape, and then gently squeezed it. "Come on Susan, be a good girl and show me how much you have grown!" Peter pulled up the girl's jumper from the waist, and her shirt as well, pulling both right up to her arms. Susan's round breasts stood out proudly from her chest, the size of small oranges, with soft brown nipples.

"Oh, yes... how lovely!" said Peter, and he put a hand over one breasts and gently squeezed it, and then he did the same to the other breast. Then he lowered his head and pressed his lips to one of her nipples. Jane could see him open his lips and take the whole nipple into his mouth and suckle it for a while. He lifted his head "Mmm... delicious!" he said.

"Come on now, Jane, don't miss out on all the fun! Come and sit down next to me" he called.

Jane stood up and sent over to the sofa and sat close to Peter. He put his arm around her and ran three fingers through her hair.

"Do you really think I am pretty?" she asked.

"Of course, and I wasn't the only man teacher in the school to think so! Don't you remember sitting on my lap when you read to me?" he asked. "You used to snuggle up to me so close!"

Jane grinned. "I didn't think of things like that then!" she said.

"But you do now? I think that you would notice what you used to do to me!"

"What?" asked Jane.

"I used to get a huge erection when you sat on my lap. You know what that means, don't you? When my penis gets hard?"

Jane nodded. "I never guessed!" she said.

"Well I did! And I used to let you rub your bottom against it when you sat on my lap."

"Oh! No, I didn't realise ever!" said Jane.

"I did!" said Susan. "That's how I guessed Peter liked me."

"Yes, but you only guessed because you had already found out what a penis is for from someone else, I would never have told you" said Peter.

"Yes, and now Jane knows about it, too!"

"Oh yes? Who taught you?"

"He's called Peter too, but he's only a year older than me" said Jane.

"So he's not developed at all. So Jane's never seen a grown-up's penis" said Susan.

"So you would like to?" asked Peter.

"Jane smiled. Susan's showed me some pictures."

"And she liked those!" said Susan.

"So now you need to see the real thing, hmm?" smiled Peter. "Let's go upstairs where we can be more comfortable."

"Susan pulled down her jumper and jumped up. "Come on Jane! I'll show you the way!" she said, and grabbed Jane's hand and pulled her off the sofa. She led Jane upstairs and Peter followed. Inside Peter's bedroom, Susan jumped onto the bed and pulled Jane onto it after her. Peter sat on the edge of the bed, and reached over and pulled Susan's jumper up to her chin. She lay back on the bed and let Peter caress her breasts. "That's nice..." she moaned.

"It certainly is!" said Peter. "I can never get enough of your breasts!"

"But you've got two girls to please today! You can't ignore Jane!" Susan sat up and grabbed Jane's jumper. "Come on Jane, don't be shy! Let Peter see how lovely you are!" Susan pulled up Jane's jumper and shirt, and then pulled them right over Jane's head and through her arms. Jane sat on the bed, her blonde hair falling over her shoulders, partially hiding her little buds. She looked down at her lap in embarrassment, and then lifted her head to see Peter staring at her and smiling.

"Oh Jane... I'm lost for words..." he whispered. "You are just beginning to blossom, aren't you?"

Peter leaned forwards and gently brushed the loose strands of Jane's hair away from her face and to the back of her shoulders. He ran his fingers down her cheeks and her neck, and then down to her buds, one hand over each breast.

"Has a man ever felt your breasts before?" he asked. Jane shook her head.

"So I have the honour of being the first..." Peter whispered. "I hope you never forget this - I am sure that I won't!"

Jane felt a finger on each nipple, making little circles and sending tingles through her body.

"Your nipples are hardening... that means your body is responding to being touched."

Peter held Jane's buds in his hands... so gently. The feeling was so different to the little boy called Peter who had touched her breasts only a few weeks before. He had touched her for his pleasure, but now Jane was being touched to please her... no one had been so sweet to her before, not even her mummy or daddy.

"Well, we've both shown ourselves off for you - I think it's your turn now!" said Susan. "Come on, I'm sure Jane is getting impatient!"

"Are you, Jane? Is your curiosity getting the better of you? Would you like me to show you my penis?" asked Peter. Jane paused for a moment, and then nodded.

"Well then... why don't you ask me?"

"Will you do it?" asked Jane.

"Do what? Ask me properly, like a good girl!"

"Will you show me your penis?" whispered Jane, looking down at her lap.

"All right then... now why don't you undo my trousers and pull them down for me so that you can see it?" Jane sat still, and then Susan moved over to Peter. "Don't be naughty - you can see you are embarrassing Jane!" she said. "She's never done anything like this, and she's a polite girl - not like me!" she giggled. "Here, let me do it!"

Susan put her hands onto Peter's trousers and undid his belt, and then unzipped the fly. "Well, move your bum and let me pull them down!" she said. Susan roughly pulled at the sides of Peter's trouser waist, and they came down past his underpants. Jane looked at the pair of white Y-fronts. She remembered how she had stared at little Peter's swimming trunks, seeing the shape made by the organ pressing against them. She could see a shape inside the man's pants. It looked much bigger than what that little boy had got. Susan tugged at the waist of the pair of pants, and Jane saw the mass of black curly hair around the top of the thighs get bigger and bigger...

"Get ready Jane, here it is, just for you - and me too of course!" giggled Susan.

Jane saw the shape made by the base of the penis, and a moment later the head of the penis jumped up and popped out of the pants! It did not stand up by itself, but drooped to one side. Even so, Jane could tell that it was partly erect and quite stiff. It looked completely different to any of the ones that Susan had shown her in pictures, and yet, the same.

"It's partly hard because touching us has made him excited - hasn't it Peter?" said Susan. "But you know that it can get harder than that. Now watch carefully, Jane. This is where your lesson starts!"

Susan put her hand around the middle of the penis and lifted it up. Then she put her other hand underneath the testicles and moved her fingers through the soft wrinkly skin around them. "You've got to be very, very gentle when you touch this part, Jane" she explained. "It is very sensitive and can be hurt very easily. You can hold this part quite tightly..." Susan ran her hand along the shaft of the penis... "but this part..." Susan said as she slowly pulled back Peter's foreskin and exposed the smooth, shiny head... "this is the part where most of the pleasure is felt, and it is easy to hurt it so you must never touch it roughly, but it's OK to rub it with the skin over the top of it."

Susan sat up. "Come on then Jane, it's your turn! You know what to do, you did it with your boyfriend Peter, it's just that there is much more of it to play with here. Just put your hand on it and find out what it feels like."

Jane felt her heart beating in her ears. She was frightened by what she was going to do, but she knew that she wanted to do it so badly, and would regret it for the rest of her life is she didn't make use of this opportunity, an opportunity that very few girls of her age were lucky enough to have so young. She put her hand out and ran her fingers along the side of the penis from top to bottom. She knew that she was expected to do more, so she started feeling the testicles and then pressing her fingers into the foreskin. She felt the flesh harden under her fingers, and the head of the penis visibly lifted itself up a little.

"Hey, you are getting more of a reaction than I did!" said Susan. "It really does like you. Go on, keep on playing with it and you'll get it to go completely hard."

Jane put her fingers around it and squeezed, and sure enough, it became even firmer. Then she ran her hand down the length.

"Wow, you are really good at this!" said Peter.

"You certainly are! Are you sure you didn't ask your daddy for some lessons before you came here?" asked Susan.

"No, of course not!" said Jane.

"Well, you learn fast! And I think that Mister Penis here is definitely ready to play! Don't you, Peter?" asked Susan.

"Oh yes, and you know what his favourite game is, don't you?" grinned Peter.

"Oh yes! Mister Penis wants to play Making Babies! He wants to snuggle up inside a girl between her thighs where it's snug and warm and cosy, and then he wants to make all his baby-making seeds go squirty-squirty-squirt all the way out of his hole, and let them swim into the girl's tummy and make her feel lovely and warm and tingly inside!" said Susan in a sing-song voice.

"Well then, let's get ready to play!" said Peter. "You first, Susan. Let's see what sort of knickers you are wearing today!" Susan jumped off the bed and took off her shoes and socks, and then her trousers. She stood in front of Peter, grinning all over her face, her chest and legs bare, wearing nothing but a pair of pale blue knickers with a dark blue seam around the waist.

"Oh, Susan! Your knickers are beautiful!" admired Peter.

"Come on Jane, it's your turn!" smiled Susan. Jane hesitated. "Come on, Peter has seen you in your knickers loads of times at school, when we changed for P.E., not to mention all the times he looked up your skirt!" Jane couldn't argue with that, so she unzipped her trousers and pulled them off. Her knickers were plain white. After all, Susan hadn't told her that she should wear anything special!

"Oh yes, Jane, that is lovely! come and stand here in front of me and let me look at you!" Jane did as she was told, and stood in front of Peter, her narrow body covered only by her simple white knickers, and her blonde hair falling down her back.

"Oh Jane, you are perfect!" sighed Peter, and he took hold of her hands in his. "White is always the best colour for an innocent girl, and especially one with blonde hair!" Jane lowered her eyes, and saw Peter's penis pointing up at her from between his thighs, as if already aiming it's load of sperm straight at her. The size and stiffness of that organ was because of her, and was directed at her, Jane knew.

"Come here too, Susan, let me compare you." Susan came and stood next to Jane. Her brown hair reaching down to her neck, her skin a little more brown and her breasts more plump.

"You two complement each other perfectly!" said Peter. "Now come and lie down here!" Susan pulled off her knickers and let them lie on the carpet, and jumped onto the bed next to Peter. She lay back on the bed and looked up at Jane, grinning cheekily. "Come on Jane, knickers off and get on the bed!"

Jane stood still and looked down at Susan and Peter on the bed. Susan's breasts looked larger and softer now that she was lying back, and she had her thighs just far enough apart to reveal the fold passing between them, with her mound opened up looking plump and soft. Close, so close to that was the man's penis, looking even more rigid. Jane suddenly felt overwhelmed by the intensity and specialness of what she was now a part of. She didn't know how to offer herself to the penis as Susan was doing, letting her knickers fall to the carpet and opening her thighs to reveal her most private flesh...

"You don't have to take your knickers off if you don't want to, Jane" said Peter, kindly. "Just come and sit with us, and you can just watch if that is all you want to do. I'm not going to ask you to do anything you are not happy about. Besides, your knickers look so sweet, you look more attractive keeping them on!"

Peter took Jane's hand and gently pulled her onto the bed. She sat down on the opposite side to Susan.

Susan grinned at her slyly, as if to say "I'm not that shy!" and then said "Come on now, Mister Penis, play with me nicely!" Then she took hold of the shaft once again and slide her hand up to the top, letting the foreskin ride over the head completely, and then pulling it all way down until her hand was nestling in the black curly hair. "Are you watching, Jane?" Susan asked. "Pay attention, now! This is how you make a penis want to love you - how you do it using your hand, anyway!" Susan started to move her hand up and down the length of the penis, from the top to the base, more vigorously, up and down, up and down, building up a definite rhythm.

"That's really nice, Susan. You are a really good girl!" said Peter. "Now you try, Jane. Go on, this is the most important part of the whole game" said Susan, taking her hand off the penis and sitting back, and turning to Jane. "Go, there's nothing to be scared of!"

Jane leaned over and took hold of the shaft of the penis, and tried sliding her fingers along it. She found that the skin moved with her fingers. "That's the idea, but you can do it a lot harder than that" said Susan. "Now, that's better... that makes it feel good, and you know what will happen when you make it feel really good?"

"It will make sperm come out?" asked Jane.

"That's right! But it will need a lot more loving before it does that. Here, I'll take over and get it really excited for you!" said Susan.

Jane sat back again, and Susan snuggled up at Peter's side, and started to pleasure him again.

"That's it Susan, you are so sweet...." Peter leaned back and let Susan do the work, as she maintained a rapid firm motion over his organ. It was Susan who was doing all the work, Jane thought, but she seemed to enjoy it. Peter put a hand out and stroked Susan's hair, and then ran a hand down her cheek, her neck, and then down to her right breast.

"Are you close to shooting?" Susan whispered.

"Yes... yes..."

"Would you like to make it happen? Just carry on stroking it, and in a minute you'll make him shoot sperm - go on!"

Jane was bursting to see sperm come out of the penis for real, there in front of her. Now she realised that she would be able to cause it to happen, to control another's body, just with her hand. She took hold of the penis herself and began to please it, the same way that Susan had done, but a little slower.

"Am I doing it right?" she asked Peter, smiling at him.

"Oh yes, you are going nice and slowly, that's really good, now that I'm so close to letting my seed out, you can make it last longer, oh yes... it's going to shoot out any second now, get ready Jane.... oh -"

Jane felt the penis suddenly jump in her hand, and then a spurt of thick, creamy semen shot out of the end taking her by surprise. It dropped down onto Peter's stomach, and another throb of the penis brought out a second spurt of sperm. More spurts followed, each one a little less powerful than the last, until sperm only dribbled out of the opening of the penis and flowed sluggishly down the side of it. Jane had some of the fluid on her hand, and she looked at it strangely.

"Don't worry about getting on yourself, it doesn't matter" said Susan. "It's just a bit gooey, that's all."

Peter sat up and handed Jane a couple of tissues. "Here, you can wipe it off with these" he said. "You are fantastic Jane" that's one of the best times I've ever had done to me! Thank you so much!"

"That's alright" smiled Jane." Peter stroked her hair and then ran a finger down her nose, and then around her lips. "You are really beautiful, Jane" he said.

"I think Jane liked that!" grinned Susan. "I told you she would!"

"It's always most excitement while you are learning to do it for the first time" said Peter.

"Does that mean you think that I'm not exciting anymore?" Susan asked him.

"Of course not!" he replied. "There are still lots of new things for you to learn!"

"I can't wait, teacher" giggled Susan, and lay herself down on top of Peter. He then pulled Jane down next to him, and hugged the two girls tightly. They giggled and squirmed as he squeezed and tickled them. Then he lay a hand on each of the little girls' breasts and caressed them. Jane could see that his penis, which had softened and drooped down when the last of his sperm had been released, was now stiffening once more, and she could tell that he was becoming excited by her and Susan's bodies all over again.. Then she saw the hand that had been playing with Susan's breasts move down her stomach and then press into her between her legs. Immediately, Susan opened her thighs and let his fingers reach into her, exploring her mound and pressing into her fold.

"Ahhhh - " gasped Susan.

"You like that, don't you, little girl?" whispered Peter. "Don't try to pretend, I know you like it... I know how much you like it, you can't help it..."

"Nnnnno..." moaned Susan, her mouth open but her eyes half shut. Seeing Susan in such a state of excitement made Jane feel more excited too, even though Peter was still only playing with her breasts. He rolled Susan on to her side and reached his hand under her bottom, sliding his fingers up and down her fold, and Jane thought that she could see one of his fingers disappearing inside her body. "Mmm.... mamma... oh, oh daddy! oh daddy...." moaned Susan, as Peter's fingers carried on pleasing her. When he finally stopped, he patted her head and whispered "you are a very good little girl, Susan... it's a real pleasure to teach you! Now, why don't you show Jane the latest thing you have learned?"

"All right!" said Susan, and wiggled down the bed until her head was close to the now stiff penis. "Now don't be scared Jane, this might look a bit strange, but it's fun!" she said, and then bent her head over the top of the penis and licked the smooth, shiny head.

"Jane was surprised - Susan's tongue was touching the very same part that released the sperm - and Peter's urine, but it didn't look so bad! Susan ran the tip of her tongue around and around the head of the penis, and Jane could tell that Peter was enjoying it. and then Susan lowered her head right down over the penis, letting her hair fall around it, and closed her lips around it! Susan moved her lips up and down over the head slowly, drawing it into her mouth like a lollipop, and then letting it out again, as Peter sighed in time to the rhythm of her mouth. After a few minutes, Susan stopped and sat up.

"Am I a good girl?" she asked.

"Oh yes... you are a very good girl, little Susan!" said Peter. "But I think we've been ignoring Jane a bit..." and he rolled towards Jane and put his head against her chest and began to lick her little baby breasts. "Now - make me shoot again, Susan, use your hand - I'm nearly there!"

Susan grasped the penis tightly once more, and pleasured it as Peter nuzzled and moaned into Jane's buds, until Jane saw his penis release its fluid once more, not nearly as much as last time, but, it seemed, with just as much pleasure.