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 Dad and my friends - part 1 (Mffffff)
   (Continuing story of a young girl's awakening and enjoyment of her
father and others)
   I'm 20 now, a real Aussie girl, but when I was 12 my mother passed away
in a car accident.  Luckily, my Dad and me escaped serious injury, but as
the other car hit Mum's side door, she really had no chance.  It took me a
long while to get over losing her.  Dad had to look after me but, at the
time, we were living in so many different places as Dad was an agent for a
teaching mission that was working throughout South-East Asia.  This meant
that he was away an awful lot of the time during the next two years.  I had
an Asian 'mother' who was an older lady who cooked and got my clothes ready
for school.  I went to four different all-girls schools and met a lot of
great girls.  I was slowly learning about girls, boys and myself.  I
discovered how good my fingers could make me feel and soon how good other
girls could make me feel.  By the time I was 14, I was a fully fledged
lesbian and loving it.
   After Dad had been away on one of his trips, I always expected him to
come back looking sad and missing me and Mum a lot.  However, he always
seemed very happy and I didn't ever notice him looking at me the way some
girls expected him to.  My friends and I talked about Dad a lot, mainly
because he was such a good-looking guy and we soon expected him to hitch up
with another woman.  But he didn't!  All of the girls I chatted and played
with wanted to do things with Dad.  It made me proud to have such a hot
father.
   Then one day, when I'd just turned 14, he returned from a two-week trip
away and announced that we were moving 'permanently' to Australia.  He'd
got a new job at a all-girls' college that would avoid the need for travel.
I was really happy about this, especially as the job would be in Adelaide,
a city where Stephanie, one of my best friends from a school in Vietnam,
had gone to live a year ago.  I hoped we'd be able to live close to Steph
so I could be at the same school again.  She'd become a real expert at
playing with my body and I began to lust for her again.
   When we arrived in Adelaide, two weeks later, we moved into a fabulous
house in a quiet suburb.  It had four bedrooms and a wonderful solar-heated
swimming pool.  It didn't take me long to feel very at home.  After 2 weeks
I started school again and there was Steph - in the same school, but two
years ahead of me, as she was already 16.  We were both amazed to see each
other again but our acquaintance was just as strong and we were soon
kissing at every opportunity.  In another couple of weeks, she came round
for a swim and we had some awesome fun together afterwards in my room.  She
wanted to stay the night, but her mother called her back home.
   Dad came home shortly after she'd left, so I didn't have time to feel
sad.  He cooked me a delicious dinner that night and was very chatty.
   The Friday of that week, I went to school as usual, cycling across the
park and arriving in time to chat with Steph before class.  But she wasn't
there.  She didn't miss class - ever!  But she wasn't there today.  I was
sad and distracted during the morning classes and began to feel quite ill
by lunchtime.  I decided that I'd better skip afternoon school and take a
rest at home.  I excused myself with my teachers, who expressed their
sympathy and told me to get better for Monday.
   I cycled across the park and arrived home, already feeling better as it
was a lovely warm day and I was looking forward to a long swim in the pool.
I'd started swimming regularly in Asia at local city pools when there was
one, or in the sea when there wasn't.  I'd become very proficient and I was
hoping to work up towards the Aussie team.  Steph was also a swimmer, on
the squad for the South Australian team already, so we had done some
swimming together too.
   I dumped my bike on the front lawn and went straight to my room.  I
stripped out of my school clothes and grabbed my swimsuit.  It wasn't sexy,
but purely for racing.  I struggled into it, being somewhat surprised that
my breasts seemed to have grown even bigger overnight.  I'm not big, even
now at 20, but then my pimples were a joke.  It was only on Steph's
insistence that she would lick my nipples.  She found that they were
extraordinarily sensitive and that she could make me orgasm quickly with
her fingers and mouth.  I grew to love that and, while dressing, every time
I would gently brush my nipples and feel the rush of pleasure through my
body.  Now my swimsuit touching my hard nipples caused an unusually strong
pulse of pleasure through me and I was tempted to lay on my bed and enjoy
some 'me playtime'.
   But then I heard noises outside.  I thought my Dad was at work, at
classes at the college.  Could there be someone working in the garden next
door?  Or a workman doing something to the house?
   I went to my bedroom window that overlooked the pool.  The noises were
louder there, but I still couldn't see anyone.  I quietly slipped out of my
bedroom and walked into the lounge.  The blinds were closed, which was
usual as we always wanted to keep the house cool But the airco was on,
which wasn't normal.  Dad was very conscious of energy costs and never left
any systems running when he was going to be out.  The noises were coming
from just outside the sliding doors to the pool area - and they were female
noises of distinct and erotic pleasure.
   I quickly moved to the window and lifted one slat of the horizontal
blinds.  I couldn't believe what I saw.  There was my father's naked butt,
moving slowly up and down between a pair of slim and shapely legs, clearly
female.  He was completely naked, as was she.  She was lying on her back on
a large two-seater couch that had been opened up as a bed.  The female's
legs were bent at the knee and she was holding them open as wide as she
could.  I could just see my Dad's quite enormous cock thrusting slowly in
and out of her slight body.  Awesome!  My body reacted strongly at this
incredible view and I pressed one hand between my legs.  I'd never seen my
Dad (or any other male) having sex before.  It was wonderful to watch his
rhythmic movements, which entranced me with their regularity.
   The noises were coming from the female, who was obviously enjoying his
thrusts, which I knew from chatting with girls were plain and simple sex.
An act that I'd not yet experienced, but which would from now on eternally
fascinate and excite me.  I slipped out of one shoulder strap from my
swimsuit and gently caressed my nipple, at the same time, pressing my hand
between my now throbbing thighs.
   As I watched my father clearly reach his climax and thrust one last time
deep inside the female, obviously unloading his cum far inside her willing
pussy, I orgasmed viciously, crying out with my own pleasure.  I'd talked
about this sort of thing so many times, but to have it happen in front of
me - WOW!
   The female's cries of her pleasure ceased as my Dad slowly pulled his
dwindling cock out of her pussy.  A flood of white cum poured out of her as
he sat back on his heels, smiling.  Then she too sat up, holding her arms
out towards him.
   (this story will be continued in part two)
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Dad and my friends - part 1