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 Dad and the schoolgirls - part 4
   (continuing the story of my Dad, me and my schoolgirl friends)
   (This story has wandered a bit into some delicious lesbian sex - I hope
you'll bear with me as I write about this fantasy.  I promise to get back
to the Dad and schoolgirls theme soon.)
   I'm lying in the arms of a gorgeous mature Mum who has just invited her
lovely daughter, my best friend Carla, to lick me.  The situation is just
right and my legs have been gently opened.  I'm horny and very wet.  This
is my moment.
   Carla looked up at me, her eyes shining.  I think she's wanted to do
this to me for some time now.  She slowly moved so she was kneeling between
my legs.  I move them apart even more, sure she can see my aching pussy
opening for her.  Her Mum murmured nice things in my ear as she caressed me
gently.  I had a little dress on, but the material was so fine that I could
feel everything through it.  Her hands were gently, soft and knowing.  She
tripped my sensitive places into overdrive.
   And then Carla slid her warm tongue up the inside of my thigh.  I
groaned deeply and turned to kiss her mother.  Our tongues fought as Carla
reaches right up to my pussy.  I'm wet - I know that, but I'm surprised
when Carla cried out with pleasure.
   "Wow!  Delicious!" she looked up and grinned.
   Then she began to play with my pussy with her tongue, just like I
believed it should be done.  I groaned loudly, encouraging her to be
gentle. Her Mum continued to kiss and caress me.  I was, quite simply, in
ecstasy - somewhere I wanted to remain forever - if it was this good!
   Carla's tongue was taking me to places I'd not even dreamed of.  She
seemed to know exactly how to bring me up to a peak and then drop down, not
far before she built me up again.  Then she slipped a finger inside my
pussy, just a little way at first, but I was so wet, she soon had three of
her small fingers inside me.  I broke my kiss with her Mum, Joanne, to put
my hands on Carla's head so that she knew I was enjoying her attentions.
   Enjoying them?  I was going crazy with desire.  My orgasm was so close.
I wanted to scream.
   And then it happened!  The dam burst through me.  I orgasmed stronger
than anything I'd ever experienced.  I believe I did scream - with
pleasure. I know I writhed out of Joanne's arms and ended up in a heap on
the floor, sobbing gently with the pleasure of that tremendous cum.
   The two women looked concerned when I calmed down enough to be able to
open my eyes.  Both were caressing me, and playing with each other too. 
Clearly they were more than mother and daughter.  There was a hot vibration
going between them.
   At that moment, the door bell rang.  We all sat up in surprise.  Then
Joanne smiled.
   "I know who that is!" she giggled.
   "It's Jon!" squealed Carla, immediately getting up.  "I don't want to
see him, Mum!"
   "That's OK, sweetie.  You and Sara can go to your room, if you want. 
He's mine tonight then!" she laughed, grabbed her dress and slipped it over
her beautiful body.
   Carla took my hand, picked up our two little dresses from the floor
where somehow they'd got discarded during our romp, and pulled me along the
corridor to her bedroom.  She breathed a sigh of relief as she sat on her
bed.
   "I certainly couldn't have faced him in front of Mum!" she exclaimed.
   "I don't think I could, not after this afternoon!" I said, grinning.
   (Dear reader, I'll leave it for you to imagine the enjoyable time Carla
and Sara had together and whether they took part in the long sex session
that occurred between Joanne and Jon.  I'm going back now to the original
theme of this story about Dad and the schoolgirls.  For those interested, I
might get back to complete this section one day!)
   (continued in part 5)
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Dad and the schoolgirls - part 4