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 Dad and the schoolgirls - part 2
   (continuing the story of my Dad, me and my school friends)
   I was with my Dad at home.  He was looking at me and had a huge bulge in
his shorts.  I was so hot I was ready to explode but...He must have sensed
my feelings.
   "Sara, if you need to do something..."
   He was pressing his hand against the bulge in his shorts.
   "I do!" I cried, so desperate to cum.
   "I'd love to watch you, if you want to do it here," he said, smiling
sweetly.
   OMG!  My Dad wanted to watch me play with my pussy?  How was I supposed
to react?  Rip off my clothes and spread my legs wide for him?  I was
supposed to be a completely innocent girl.  I didn't do that sort of thing.
He was looking at me and rhythmically pressing that big bulge.
   Slowly, without saying anything, I slipped one hand inside the waistband
of my school skirt, then inside my panties.  I was amazed how wet I was,
but the chat with my Dad had really turned me on.  As soon as I touched my
sensitive clit, it felt so good I just moaned.  Dad moaned too, now
urgently playing with his bulge.
   It took me less than a minute to push myself over the edge.  I exploded
into a big orgasm, the feelings rushing through me like wildfire.
   When I came to, I was lying in my Dad's arms, my hand pressed against
his throbbing bulge.  He was moaning softly and whispering sweet things to
me.
   I pressed against his bulge and it seemed to get bigger.
   "You know what that is, sweetie?" he asked me gently.
   "What Carla calls a boner?" I replied, grinning.
   "Yesssssssss.  It's called an erection or hard-on," Dad explained. 
"When a guy gets excited, his penis or cock gets hard just like that."
   "It feels alive!" I murmured, squeezing it.
   "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm," Dad moaned, p[ushing my hand against his cock even
harder.  "That does feel good!"
   "We shouldn't be doing this, Dad," I cried, suddenly jerking my hand
away.  "I'm your daughter!"
   "I know, darling, but it just seemed right after you'd orgasmed so
hard."
   "I did cum hard, didn't I?" I responded.  "Our chat made me so hot."
   "You know what I'd like to do now?" Dad asked, with a broad grin.
   "No, but it must have something to do with this," I giggled, now
recovering from my big orgasm.
   "I need to cum, just like you did," he said, quietly.
   "But doesn't it shoot out white stuff?" I asked, still keeping up my
pretense of being a complete innocent.
   "It will..and very quickly," he continued.  "But Marcie will be here
soon."
   "You mean Marcie, our principal?" I asked, incredulously.
   "Yes.  She's gonna spend the weekend here, if you don't mind," Dad
replied.
   OMG.  How can I face my school principal after I've just let my Dad
watch me enjoy a big orgasm" I'd be so embarrassed.
   The doorbell rang.  Dad got up.
   "That'll be Marcie.  Are you gonna...?" he asked.
   "I'll stay in my room, until you've gone to bed," I said.  "I don't want
to see her after that experience!"
   I guess Dad understood.  He nodded as he walked to the door, his boner
sticking out in front like a tent.  I went to my room and got ready for
bed. Before long, there were noises in Dad's bedroom and I guessed they
were at it already.  I was so sleepy after my orgasm that I was soon
asleep.
   The next morning I woke early and could hear no sound from his bedroom.
I got dressed and thought I'd make them both breakfast.  I was just
starting to get the cereal ready when my cell phone rang.  It was my friend
Carla.
   "I've got to see you.  Now!" she spluttered, excitedly.
   "OK!  OK!  Calm down.  Where?" I asked quickly.
   "The Mall.  Our cafe - and quick!"
   Carla rang off.
   Luckily, it took me less than five minutes to take off my usual house
clothes and slip into my normal Mall dress - a tiny black number with a
very short skirt.  I never wore panties under it and I thought I looked
really sexy.  There's something very sexy about walking about our Mall in
such a little dress, knowing that the boys and men were trying to look
under it as I went up and down the escalators.  It always made me very hot.
   But today, Carla was waiting for me as I arrived on my bike.  I quickly
locked it to the stand, making sure I bent over to give anyone looking a
quick thrill.  Am I a bit slutty?  I guess so!
   "Sara, Sara.  I did it!" Carla enthused, grinning wildly.
   "Calm down, Carla.  What did you do?" I tried to settle her down.
   "With him, you know, the janitor." she tried to explain, her words
coming out in a rush.
   "I'm not with you, Carla.  Try to talk slower."
   "I did it!" she cried proudly, immediately shutting up when heads turned
towards her.
   We got to the cafe and sat on the bar stools in our usual position. 
There were already a couple of groups of guys who always leered at us.  I
didn't try to hide the fact that I was naked under my dress and I bet Carla
was too.  We soon had about 10 guys watching our every move.  It was
exciting!
   "OK.  So you did it.  I presume you mean you had some cock?" I asked her
quietly.
   "Yes.  Yes.  Yes!" she tried to whisper.  "I stayed at school for a
while after training and I guess I was the last to leave.  I met him, you
know, Jon the janitor..."
   "The nice black guy?"
   "Yea.  Him!" she continued.  "He saw me coming out of the changing room
and called me over.  I was a little scared, but he was smiling and didn't
look dangerous.  When I got close to him, he suddenly pulled me against
him. I could feel his boner hard against my belly.  He kissed me roughly at
first, but when he felt me responding, he became more gentle."
   She stopped to take a sip of the sodas that had arrived now, skipping
round on her stool and giving the guys a good view.
   "Go on!" I urged.
   I felt his hand going under my skirt.  I looked round, but we were
alone. I let him carry on as he was being lovely and gentle.  He stroked my
legs and moved his hand higher.  I could feel I was already wet!"
   "You wicked girl.  Go on!" I said excitedly.
   "He knew what he was doing.  He slipped his fingers under the edge of my
panties and began to play with me.  It was heavenly.  Somehow it felt so
different from doing it myself!"
   "Did he, you know, do anything else?" I whispered, trying to find out
everything as quickly as possible.
   "Hey, yea - he did!  After he'd make me soaking wet, he spun me round
and made me bend over.  I was too horny to stop him and everything seemed
so nice."
   "It was!" I grinned.
   "He flipped up my skirt and pulled down my panties, with me bent over
like that.  I heard his zip and then there was something warm and big
pushing at me.  I just let him do it, Sara.  I just let him!"
   Carla was so aroused by telling me this.  Her eyes were wild with
excitement.  I begged her to continue.
   "He just pushed his big thing inside my pussy.  I was so wet after he'd
fingered me so well, he just went straight in.  But then he grunted and I
felt a warmth all through me.  He said he'd cum!  In about 15 seconds!"
   "Then what?" I asked, intrigued.
   "He just pulled it out and said thanks and goodbye.  Before I'd had time
to stand up and say anything, he'd gone.  And I was left with a load of
white stuff dripping between my legs.  It did feel good to!"
   "So you did it!  Wow, Carla, I never expected that from you - not yet,
anyway."
   Carla giggled and looked around at the guys watching us.  They almost
all had their eyes focussed up our skirts.
   "Are you...?" she asked.
   "Of course not.  You?" I asked in reply.
   "No point.  I'm so hot, if one of those guys tried to jump me now, I'd
just let them."
   "Carla!" I scolded her.  "Be normal!"
   "I think that's gonna be me normal from now on.  I got back home,
showered and then went to bed and did it several times.  I just wish I'd
seen his...thing!"
   "You didn't?  Wow!," i replied.  "Well, I've got something to tell you
too."
   "Oh, do tell.  I'm so hot now.  Thanks for listening," said Carla,
calming down quite a lot.
   "My Dad is doing it with our principal!" I said, quickly.
   "What?  With old Marcie!  Wow!" exclaimed Carla, again swinging round on
her chair and giving all the guys a good look.
   "Yea.  She spent the night with him last night.  I didn't hear anything
coz I fell asleep.  But I've heard them before.  She's very noisy," I
explained.
   "Is she staying again tonight?" asked Carla, now very curious.
   "He said she was staying the weekend, but what he expects me to do, I
don't know."
   "You can stay at my place, if you like," giggled Carla.
   "OK," I replied straight away.  "I'll call Dad and tell him."
   "Mum loves having you around," Carla smiled.
   I got out my cell phone and turned on my chair so the guys could all get
a great view up my skirt.  I wondered whether they could see my wet pussy
lips...
   "Hey, Dad!" I said as soon as he answered the home phone.  "How was
she?"
   "Awesome," he replied, and there was the sound of kissing lips.
   "Is she there with you now?"
   "Yes, she's right here!"
   "OK.  Well, I'm with Carla and she's invited me to stay at her place. 
So you two can enjoy yourselves."
   "Oh, OK.  We've done that already...several times!" Dad replied.
   There was a hurried "Shhhh!" in the background of his phone.  I giggled.
   "Well, have fun.  I'll see you on Monday after school."
   "OK, sweetie.  Enjoy yourselves."
   I switched off my phone and grinned at Carla.
   "We have all weekend now.  Got any good ideas?" I asked her.
   "What about the janitor?  I'd love to try him again!" grinned Carla.
   "We can't invite him round to your place...can we?"
   "Mum certainly wouldn't mind.  She's always hot for a piece of black
meat!" Carla laughed.  "The last one she had was huge.  I saw him doing her
in the lounge late one night.  She was screaming with pleasure and his
thing was going into her like crazy.
   "OMG, Carla.  That's awesome.  Do you know how to contact him?" I asked.
   "Funnily enough, after that last night he did manage to leave a phone
number.  I guess it's his own.  Shall we call him now?"
   "You want him already?" I asked her, quite in shock.
   "I'm desperate!" she cried, looking at all the guys staring at us.  "If
I don't get him, I'll have to have one of those guys!"
   "You're a slut!" I giggled, feeling my juices pooling on the seat
underneath my bare butt.
   "Give me your phone," she ordered.
   She took a little piece of paper from her bag, looked at it and dialled
the number.
   "Hey, Jon.  Yea.  It's me!" she began.  "Of course I enjoyed it.  You
shouldn't have left so soon!  OK.  Now what about another time?  Really. 
That's so cool.  What about tonight or this afternoon?  You can't?  Awwwwww
that's a shame.  You'll miss two hot teen pussies?  Yea.  Two!  Sara's here
as well.  She's ripe and ready!  Does that make a difference?  I'm not
enough for you?  Oh, you were going to a party.  Well, it's your choice."
   Carla looked at me with a lustful smile.
   "You will," she continued into the phone.  "Where'll we meet you.  In
the park?  OK!  What time?  In an hour.  OK.  We'll be there - waiting for
you!"
   She looked at me with a broad grin.
   "I hooked him with the two of us," she laughed.  "Do you want him too?"
   "Uh, I don't know about that.  I'm still...you know..."
   "Yea.  So was I - until yesterday!" she burst out laughing.
   "I'll be there with you anyway.  I'll watch!" I decided.
   "Oooo, that will be fun," giggled Carla, sliding off her chair and
gazing at all the guys.  "Enjoy the show, boys?"
   We both paid the tab and walked out of the cafe, swinging our hips like
real sluts.  Outside, Carla burst into giggles.
   "I can't believe I invited him to do me again.  What am I doing?"
   "Obeying your instincts!" I laughed too.  "Let's go.  Where did he say
in the park?"
   "You know that fountain, where all the couples go at night?" she said.
   "OK.  I've not been there at night tho!" I replied.
   "It's not night time, silly.  It's midday!" chuckled Carla.
   "Oh, yes!" I said, embarrassed.
   As we rode down the escalators, I watched the boys as they looked up our
skirts and realised we didn't have panties on.  Luckily, they were all
going up the other way, or we might have had problems.  But this
exhibitionist thing was making me indescribably hot.
   We got to ground level and I grabbed my bike.
   "Where's yours?" I asked Carla.
   "On the other side.  Can I ride with you and get it?"
   "Yea.  Hop on."
   Carla sat on the saddle while I peddled round the Mall block.  It was
about half a mile and everywhere the guys looked and then stared and their
mouths fell open in surprise.  I knew my skirt was blowing in the wind and
I guess Carla was sitting showing all she had.  We were having great fun!
   We found her bike and then cycled off to the park.  It had been almost
50 minutes by the time we got there.  We sat on the edge of the fountain,
enjoying the water spray cooling us down.
   After 15 minutes, I saw Jon the janitor walking slowly towards us.  He
had a big grin on his face and an even bigger boner in his shorts.  Carla
saw him and ran over, hugging him and kissing him hungrily.  When they
finally broke apart, she pulled him over to me.
   "This is Sara!" she announced.
   "Yea, Sara, Hi!" he said, extending his big hand.
   I couldn't keep my eyes off the huge bulge in his shorts.  It almost
took my breath away.
   I smiled at him as Carla took over again, sitting on the fountain edge
and kissing him.  We'd chosen a place where people weren't walking by, but
they could see the three of us.  I tried to peek over Carla's shoulder to
see what was going on, but I couldn't see anything.  I got up and moved
away from them, so I could watch.
   During their kiss, Jon's hand had moved Carla's skirt right up her legs
to her waist and he was slowly pushing her legs apart.
   "We can't do that here!" she half-protested, but then immediately
returned to their hard kissing.
   Her legs had fallen wide apart now and I had a lovely view of her
exquisite pussy.  She looked over his shoulder at me and grinned, just as
his fingers touched between her legs.
   "Not here!" she said again, but doing nothing to stop him.
   As his fingers began to play around her pussy, she began to moan.
   "So good, Jon.  Aaaah!  So good," she moaned, encouraging him to do
more.
   The tall black janitor was enjoying himself immensely.  He had a
16-year-old teen in his hands, absolutely desperate for him.  He was in no
hurry.  His boner was threatening to explode out of his shirts though!
   I moved closer to the two of them, feeling my pussy leaking juices like
a tap - a warm dribble ran down my thighs.  As I got closer, Jon pushed one
of his big fingers right inside Carla's wet pussy.  She groaned loudly and
several people looked at her.  They couldn't see what was going on, but I
could.  It was awesome!  Carla was almost sitting on the large finger of
the janitor, her face a picture of ecstasy.  They were kissing frantically
and he was trying to get her to put her hand onto the bulge in his shorts.
Carla kept pulling her hand away, but as he began to move his finger in and
out of her pussy, she relented and let him push his hand onto his huge
boner.
   He moaned now, even in the middle of their kiss.  I was enjoying
watching them so much and I wanted to play with my pussy, but it was too
public.  Although they were quite hidden, as I was standing, everyone could
see me.  I just stood there with my juices running down my legs and with a
big ache in my pussy.
   Jon finally broke their kiss.  Carla looked at him in surprise as he
pulled his finger out of her pussy and pushed it straight into her mouth.
She sucked on it eagerly, grinning at me.
   "Take it out!" he pleaded.
   "I can't!" Carla cried, quite loudly.
   "Take it out, or I'll do you right here!" he demanded.
   Carla giggled.
   "Would you?" she asked, naughtily.
   "Too right, I would.  You're a real hot piece!" the janitor leered at
her.
   "If I take it out, what shall I do wit6h it?" asked Carla, innocently.
   "That's up to you.  Sit on it or suck it, I don't care as long as you
make me cum!" Jon growled, sexily.
   Slowly, looking round all the time to make sure no-one could see what
she was doing, Carla began to pull down the zip of the big black guy's
shorts.  It was quite a struggle as he had such a huge bulge there. 
However, she finally pulled it right down.
   "You'll have to undo my belt too!" he cried.  "It's too big to come out
through that small hole!"
   He laughed loudly and everyone in the area looked at the two of them
again.  You can imagine my thoughts as I watched Darla slowly getting at
this guy's boner.  I was lusting more than I've ever done before.
   Carla unclipped his belt and he breathed a sigh of relief.
   "Wow!  That's better," he breathed.  "Now take it out.  Gently now!"
   Carla put her hands through the opening in his clothes that she'd just
created.  She groaned with pleasure as she slowly began to pull out the
long fat tube of his cock.  It was absolutely enormous, bigger than I'd
ever imagined anything attached to a guy could be.  Fat, long and soaking
wet on the top, the purple-black head looked like it was on fire.
   "Now suck it!" he commanded.
   "What?" protested Carla.  "I can't do that here!  In any case, it's far
too big!"
   "If you won't do it, maybe your friend will?" he leered at me now.
   I shrank away, although my pussy was aching with desire.
   "I'm too young for that," I objected.
   "Yea.  Maybe you are.  You look like jail-bait!" the janitor complained.
"So what am I going to do?  You've got me in this state.  You've got to get
me out of it - and soon!"
   "If I rub it for you?" asked Carla.
   "OK.  Do it nice and slow," he agreed.  "I'll let you know if you're not
doing it properly."
   Carla put both of her hands on the huge shaft.  It seemed to jump and
get even bigger.  The janitor moaned loudly.
   (continued in part 3)
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Dad and the schoolgirls - part 2