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 Dad and the schoolgirls - part 1
   (My Dad finds schoolgirls very interesting - even me!)
   I'm 12, going on 15, and I'm in my first year of study at an all-girls
school.  As with most girls' schools, we have close ties with the nearby
boys' school.  Some teachers call them too close ties, as in too much sex,
but I've not got into that yet.  Many of the older girls have already, of
course.
   I'm lucky in that my Dad is sports teacher at my school - yea, a guy as
teacher at a girls' school!  I don't have lessons with him yet - I've only
just got into the sports talent squad.  He's always coming home and telling
me about the naughty girls he's had playing up to him all day.  He's
planning on taking a trip away with a basketball team to the nearest city
in a couple of weeks.  I think the girls are fighting over who should go
with him.  Ultimately, he gets to pick the team, so they are trying to be
as nice as possible to him.
   Nice, according to Dad, means turning up at training having forgotten
their panties...  And our school is unusual in that the girls' team wears
skirts, although almost all of their opponents wear those long baggy
shorts. Dad hates those sexless shorts and told the principal that, if she
didn't agree to let the girls wear skirts, he'd resign. 
Consequently...well, anyway, he's turned the principal into a good lay,
despite her age!
   I haven't told you yet, but Mum left us for a younger guy about a year
back.  He was only just out of school, so Mum couldn't get custody of me or
my younger sister after the divorce.  In fact, the judge warned her that it
wouldn't last - it has so far though.  Dad was disappointed, but not that
bad.  He's already been having affairs (which means sex!) with the school
principal and a couple of the other teachers.  It's weird getting up and
finding one of my class teachers at the breakfast table, but I'm getting
used to it.  They are the ones who look embarrassed, while Dad just looks
horny.
   Dad is noisy and likes his women to be noisy too during sex.  So I've
often been woken up by noises of passion from his bedroom next door.  I've
even peeked in a couple of times when he's left the door slightly open and
seen him at it.  He's gentle and slow, his cock is average, but spurts out
a lot of cum.  The best time was when I saw him shoot his cum all over the
principal's breasts.  I just wish I'd had a camera and been able to show
the girls at school.  She seemed to be in absolute ecstasy, so Dad's
probably quite good at it.
   Oh, yea, I forgot to say that, although I've never even been with a boy,
I've learned a lot from my school friends and watching Dad and his women. I
know what to do, but I've only just managed to find what the girls call my
love button.  I've watched girls doing it to themselves at school, in the
playground at lunchtime.  They sit under a tree in the shade, hoping that
the teachers can't see them.  It's such fun to watch a group of 4 or 5
girls all trying to beat each other to be the first to cum.  Now they've
asked me to join them.  Yesterday was the first time we all had an orgasm
almost together.  My panties were wet all the rest of the day - hee hee.
   Dad and I have not talked about sex yet, but I often wonder whether he's
heard my groans when I cum now in my bedroom before I go to sleep.  Now I
know how to get that pleasure, I'm totally addicted.  I have to cum every
day, usually morning and night, and probably from now on every lunchtime
too.  Except maybe at weekends, when it can be even more often.  I love the
taste of my own juices when I lick my fingers and I get really wet.  There
are so many juicy towels and panties in the wash every couple of days.  I
had to go out and buy several more pairs of panties to always have enough
pairs with me.  There is just so long that a girl can go with wet panties
before her juices start to dribble down her legs.
   Anyway, at the end of the week, Dad came home from school and said
proudly that he'd managed to select the girls for the trip away.  I wanted
to ask him how he'd made his selection, but I thought I'd ask the girls
later.  He didn't just look proud, he also had a huge bulge in the shorts.
I giggled then looked away, unconcerned.  Later, after dinner, I asked him
if I could travel with them, as his assistant.  I knew he wouldn't want to
leave me on my own and I didn't fancy going to Aunt Lorna's - again!  It's
not that she was boring, it's just that she can't cook.  Her dinners are
always out of a packet, whereas, Dad cooks real food.
   "I guess it's not a bad idea, Sara," he replied.  "I'll check with the
principal."
   "Is she coming round over the weekend?" I asked innocently.
   "Um...maybe," he replied, hesitating.
   "Look, Dad," I said, "I know you and Marcie are doing it...you know!"
   "I guessed you might," he said, looking very downcast.
   "It's OK with me.  And the others.  You deserve a woman...or two!" I
giggled.
   Dad smiled.
   "OK.  Now you started this," he began.
   I wondered what he was going to ask.
   "When you're enjoying yourself, can I come in and watch you, one night?"
   OMG, what was he asking?
   "You've heard me?" I asked, not really surprised.
   "I listen out for you.  It always makes me...you know...hard!" he
admitted.
   "You get hard?  What does that mean?  I asked him, innocent as I could
be.
   I'd quickly got over the fact that he had been listening to me enjoying
my orgasms.  It made me very happy and now I wanted him to go further.
   "How much do you know about guys?" he asked in surprise.
   "Only what my girlfriends tell me...that's not much.  Remember we're at
an all-girls school," I replied.
   "Yes, but I know what goes on with the boys after school," he said,
grinning.
   "You do?  What then?" I asked, as I'd not heard anything about this.
   I was expecting him to say he knew about our masturbation group.  That
would have been a shock to the other girls too.
   "Several of the girls do naughty things to the boys when they meet them
at the back of the school," he said, dramatically.
   The boys school was located about a mile from our school, with a small
wooded area between.  I wanted to hear more.
   "There's a part of the wood where the girls meet some boys and...do
things," he continued.
   "What sort of things?" I asked, more than just a little curious.
   "Sex things!" he cried.  "You do know about sex?"
   OMG, this was something they'd not told me about yet.  I guess they
thought I was too young.  I began to feel my pussy tingling.  I could see
Dad's bulge getting even bigger.
   "Not really.  I'm only 12, Dad!" I replied.
   "Old enough to enjoy orgasms tho..." he giggled, "Every night!"
   I was embarrassed that he made such a point of it.  But I couldn't stop
my pussy responding to my wicked thoughts.
   I smiled at him.
   "Boys and girls do things to each other to make each other feel good,"
he tried to explain.
   "You mean like touch each other...and things..." I was trying to get him
to tell me what he'd seen.
   "Yes, well...more than that!" he added.
   "You've seen them?" I wondered.
   Was my Dad a Peeping Tom, slightly perverted?  I sort of hoped he was!
   "Yea, well..." he stopped.  "You shouldn't know this!"
   "Dad..." I pleaded, giving him the sexiest grin that I could.
   "OK...you asked for it," he cried.
   He took my hand and led me into the lounge, sitting beside me on the
couch, still holding my hand on his upper leg.  It felt really warm.
   "I went into the wood once, following a couple of girls who I suspected
were being naughty.  I won't tell you who they were!  Anyway, they went to
a special clearing in the wood and just stood around chatting.  They were
obviously waiting.  Then two boys came into the clearing.  Pretty soon, the
girls had paired up with one of the boys and both pairs began kissing."
   "Ooooh," I exclaimed.  "I've never done that!"
   "Anyway, the kissing didn't last long as both girls quickly knelt on the
ground in front of the boys.  The boys unzipped their shorts and pulled out
their...do you know what they call it?"
   "I don't know what you mean, Dad!" I blurted out, wondering whether Dad
was going to show me his bulge.
   "It's called a penis, or cock!  Have you never seen one?  he asked,
disbelieving.
   "Dad!" I cried.  "I'm only 12!  I know what a penis is, from biology
lessons, but I've never seen on in real life."
   I was going to add "Not even yours!" but that might have made things
happen too fast.  I wanted to maintain my innocence as long as he'd believe
me.  He looked longingly at me, and not for the first time.  I got a gush
of juices in my panties.
   "OK!  OK!" he went on.  "Then the boys got their cocks out and the girls
sucked them."
   "They sucked them?  How gross!" I cried.
   "Actually, it's not gross at all, if the boys had cleaned them first. 
It's actually very enjoyable," he continued.
   "Enjoyable, how can sucking something that a guy pees with be
enjoyable?"
   "It is!  Believe me," Dad grinned, his bulge even bigger than ever. 
"It's not just used to pee with."
   "It's not?" I asked, in mock amazement.
   "Nope.  It's what we men make babies with," he explained.
   "Oh, that's the rod the girls tell me goes inside them and spurts out
stuff?" I suggested.
   "I guess that's what they mean.  They must have done it too!  And
sucking it gives the same result," he continued.
   "You mean the cock spurts stuff into their mouths?" I asked, almost
giggling.
   "Yes," he admitted.  "And it makes a guy feel good too!"
   "Is that why some guys like to do it so often?" I asked, again
innocently.  "One of the girls told us that her brother does it several
times, every night...to himself!"
   "Yea.  Doing it to yourself is OK, but not as nice as if a girl does
it," Dad explained.
   "How does a guy do it to himself?" I asked, with a smile.  "It's not
like he's got a pussy or anything like that."
   "Nah!" Dad grinned.  "But he's got a hand and he does it like this."
   He curled his fingers up and then made a stroking movement up and down.
   "If he's horny, he does that a few times and his white stuff spurts
out," he added.
   "Are you horny, Dad?" I asked quietly, looking down at his now huge
bulge.
   "Um...yes...I guess I am!" he admitted.  "Talking with you like this has
made me hard."
   He put his hand down onto his bulge and pressed it.
   "Ummmmmmmmmmmmmm," he moaned softly.
   I didn't know how much further I could take this.  My pussy was almost
dripping juices.  I knew my panties were literally soaked through.  I was
so hot I wanted to go to my room and play with myself.
   (continued in part 2)
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Dad and the schoolgirls - part 1