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 Dad and the schoolgirls - part 5
   (continuing the story of my Dad, me and my schoolgirl friends.)
   I just got back from my weekend at Carla's place - a most enjoyable time
was had by all.  I can't believe how good it was to experience girl-girl
love, but that's to be described later.
   Dad was looking quite worn out, but he appeared to be alone.  It was
around lunchtime and I guess Marcie, my school principal had left.  Dad was
sitting at the dining table, slowly eating a bowl of cereal.  He grinned at
me when he looked up.
   "Hello, sweetie!  How was your weekend?" he asked brightly.
   "Excellent," I enthused.  "We had some real fun."
   "I bet you did.  Carla's Mum is hot, isn't she?" he smiled.
   "Yes," I said dreamily.  "How was Marcie?"
   "Unbelievable.  She's worn me out!" he replied, looking a little
disappointed.
   "I need a shower" I cried.
   Without thinking, I just pulled off my little dress and was immediately
naked in front of my pop-eyed Dad.
   "Sara, I..." words failed him as he looked up and down my young body.
   "Sorry, Dad," I said quickly, picking up my dress and holding it in
front of me budding breasts.  I forgot!"
   I ran out to the bathroom quickly, sneaking a look back at him.  His
eyes had followed my naked butt, of course.  I pulled the bathroom door
closed, but left it slightly open.  I stepped into the shower.
   Just doing that in front of my Dad without thinking had excited me.  I
just couldn't get over the look on his face.  It was of pure lust - for me,
his young daughter!  My body began to tingle with arousal.  I'd had such an
erotic weekend, I was already on fire!
   The water jets played on my nipples little nipples.  The delicious
chewing they'd endured from Joanne and Carla had left them ultra-sensitive.
I moaned with pleasure and then took the shower head from the wall.  As I
often had done in the recent past, I directed the spray around my pussy,
feeling the thrill of further arousal.  I found the right angle and
squealed softly as the hard jets of water splashed against my clit.  I was
so horny, this would take but a few seconds.
   The feelings built up so quickly I was almost shocked when my orgasm hit
me - really hard.  I shrieked - it echoed around the bathroom - and then
collapsed in a heap on the shower floor, the shower head swishing around
and spraying me with lovely warm water.
   When I came to, my Dad was beside me.  He'd obviously heard my cries and
rushed to help me.
   "Are you OK, sweetie?: he asked softly, as his eyes roamed again over my
naked body.
   "I think so!" I replied, slowly.  "I must have had a big orgasm!"
   "Oh!  Is that what it was?" he giggled.  "I heard your scream and rushed
here to find you on the floor.  I thought you'd hurt yourself."
   I slowly stood up, again watching his eyes as they explored my body.
   "Look, Dad!  I'm naked, that's nothing special," I said, bluntly.  "And
I'm your daughter.  OK?"
   "Very OK," he admitted.  "You are very lovely, Sara.  And, yes, I know
your my daughter."
   He looked down to the front of his shorts where he was once again
sporting a huge boner.  He grinned.
   "You make me horny, just like any young girl would!" he admitted.
   "I'm not special then?" I retorted.
   "Very special," he assured me.  "But you are my daughter and Dad's
aren't supposed to feel the way I do right now."
   "How do you feel, Dad?" I asked him with a sweet innocent smile.
   "I feel like I want to lie you on my bed and make long passionate love
with you,"he said, simply.
   His boner was threatening to take over the front of his shorts.  I
laughed and looked straight into his eyes.
   "If Marcie hadn't drained you, and I hadn't had such an amazing weekend,
I might just let you," I agreed.
   We both laughed.  He watched as I finished my shower.  He handed me a
towel and helped wrap it round me.  I cuddled up to him and he kissed me on
the cheek.
   "You are very pretty, Sara, and extremely sexy.  I'm not going to be
able to control myself around you much longer."
   "It's OK, Dad.  I feel so much love for you that it's inevitable that
we're going to do it - one day soon.  Just not today, when your mind is
full of Marcie."
   "You are wise beyond your years," Dad said, squeezing me in his strong
arms.
   How I didn't just let him take me right there, I'll never know.  But
somehow I got to my room unmolested and managed to dress for school.  I
called goodbye to him as I took my cycle and went to my first lesson.
   I avoided seeing the principal all day and I didn't join my girls group
at lunchtime.  I was already thinking of what might happen with Dad
tonight.
   Carla came to see me at the end of the first lesson after lunch.
   "Are you OK?" she asked, looking very concerned.
   "I'm fine.  How did you recover after that?"
   "I'm sore, but it was fabulous," she admitted.  "Jon had Mum again -
twice - after you left.  Mum's taken the day off to recover.  She said
she'd never enjoyed so many orgasms in such a short time."
   This talk about sex was making me feel really hot.  I knew my next
lesson was with my favorite teacher.  Perhaps I was going to tease him
today?  I really felt up to it, having been too scared before.  I was
wearing regulation school clothes today - unusually.  I was often being
told to go and change 'into something more appropriate for s young
schoolgirl'.
   However, after Carla went off to her next class, I decided to pop into
the girls room and change into my sexy thong that I kept in my school bag.
I disturbed two girls kissing passionately as I went in.  They blushed and
excused themselves quickly.  Man, that was so hot!
   I slipped into a cubicle and pulled down my regulation school underwear
- not at all flattering.  I slipped on my red thong and immediately felt
sexy.  I rolled up the waistband of my skirt to make it even shorter.  I
then looked at the panties that I just taken off.  There was a distinct wet
patch at the crotch.  I though that I was such a horny little girl!  I
stuffed them into my bag and went out.
   I joined the next lesson about a minute late, which the teacher
immediately drew to my attention.  He made me sit right at the front, which
would have been my idea anyway.  I smiled the sexiest smile I could as I
sat down and looked directly at him.  With my skirt almost round my waist,
I watched his eyes focus on the tops of my legs.  I was sure, even with my
legs close together, he would know I was almost wearing nothing underneath.
A bulge began to appear rapidly in his mandatory smart trousers.  Was he
wearing underwear, I wondered?  There were a few giggles from the girls
when they all noticed his bulge.  He was blissfully unaware of them as his
gaze and probably most of his dirty mind were focussed directly up my
skirt.
   Tease time, I thought, slowly opening my legs.  He gulped and suddenly
turned away.  Round one to me!
   He tried to continue the lesson without stopping, but every so often he
had to turn to face me.  Each time he did, my legs were slightly further
apart.  He gasped a couple of times and went quite red, turning away as
soon as he dared.  His bulging trousers became more like a tent.  I had no
knowledge of what he was talking about.  I was concentrating on the intense
feelings building up in my horny little pussy as I continued to tease him.
   With about 15 minutes of the lesson to go, I was in such a state that I
knew I was going to orgasm.  It would be the first time in class.  All my
classmates looked very young and they were not even as developed as me. 
I'd never talked to any of them about sex.  I thought most of them would
have no idea!
   My legs were now wide apart and my thong was totally soaked through. 
Very slowly, without anyone else noticing, I slid my hand down between my
legs.  When the teacher turned round again, he looked immediately up my
skirt.  Seeing my hand there, he stopped and looked again, his eyes
practically popping out of his head.  I just left my hand at the crotch of
my thong without moving it until he'd turned round again.
   Then I pulled the crotch of the thong to one side, exposing my pussy. 
My fingers began to play with my oh-so-sensitive clit.  I was so close and
so very wet - it was awesome!
   He looked back again, and began to cough wildly.  It seemed like he was
quite ill.  But his eyes never left my bare pussy as I cried out with my
orgasm.  I doubled over against the desk and bit my arm in order to keep as
quiet as possible, but I could feel my body bucking and writhing with the
intense feelings.
   I heard some of my classmates giggling as the teacher tried to gain
control of himself again.  His cock looked like it had spurted inside his
clothes as a large wet patch soon began to spread across the front.
   "Class dismissed," he managed to shout between coughs.
   The rest of the class left quickly, giggling amongst themselves, but I
couldn't move.  That orgasm had left me weak and still horny.  The teacher
caem up to me.
   "Sara?" he asked softly.  "Did you intend to do that?"
   "Do what, sir," I asked, innocently.
   "I think you know what I mean.  You've just orgasmed in my class, with
your hands on your...um...pussy!" he stammered.
   "Oh, no, sir," I replied gently.  "I wouldn't do that in class, sir.  By
the way, what is an orgasm?"
   "I think you know very well!" he said, sternly.
   "Oh, sir?" I asked, now smiling, as I knew I had him under control, "why
do you have a wet patch in your trousers?
   "I think you know very well why, you naughty minx!" he replied, with an
unforgettable look on his face.
   This guy was horny and hooked on me teasing him.  I stood up close to
him and looked up at him.  He was quite tall - an imposing and very
attractive guy.  I grabbed his hand.  He tried to pull away, but I held it
tightly.  I slowly pushed it under my skirt until his fingers touched my
wet pussy.
   He groaned noisily but didn't move his hand away.
   "Sir, if you touch me like that, I will enjoy another orgasm for you"
   He grunted and moaned as my pussy dribbled juices onto his hand.  But
then he began to move his fingers, at first tentatively, but once he was
oriented as to how my pussy was constructed (!) he began to slide one
finger inside the very wet opening.
   Now it was my turn to groan.  My body was on fire, still reeling from
the first orgasm, I was ready to cum again in an instant.
   "You'll make me...cum...sir!" I muttered, as his fingers began to stroke
over my hot little clit.
   "My darling Sara!" he moaned as three of his fingers pushed deep onto my
pussy while his thumb continued its awesome stroking of my randy clit.
   "I'm cumming....SIR!"
   I almost screamed the last word as my orgasm exploded.  I writhed and
moaned as bolts of delicious lightning shot through me.  I closed my eyes
and obviously fainted.
   When I came to, I was in the arms of the deputy principal, and the
teacher was standing looking very worried just to one side.
   The deputy principal, an older lady with grey hair, looked concerned as
I focussed on her.
   "Are you alright, Sara?" she asked gently.  "Mr.  Prior here called me
when you fainted.  He said it must be due to the heat!"
   I was slowly recovering my senses and thinking back to what had
happened. When it all came back to me, I looked up at Mr.  prior, who
looked very sheepish.
   "Thank you, Mr.  Prior...and you, Mrs.  Johnson.  I feel better now.  I
guess it must have been the heat."
   I grinned sexily at the teacher, who looked away.  The deputy principal
stood up.
   "I have a lesson to give.  I'll leave you in Mr.  Prior's capable
hands," she said as she left the classroom.
   Mr.  Prior turned to me with a very worried look.
   "Sara - you naughty girl.  How could you let me do that to you - in
school?" he asked, sort of indignantly.
   I think he was more worried that he'd lost control of himself, that the
fact that I'd fainted from pleasure.  I just grinned.
   "When's our next lesson with you, Mr.  Prior?" I asked, sweetly.
   "Early tomorrow, I think!" he replied with a groan.
   "It won't happen again, sir.  I promise," I added, demurely.
   "It won't?" he asked in surprise.
   I knew I had him almost by the balls then (to use a much more adult
expression than I was used to!).
   "Sir may need to change his clothes before his next lesson," I suggested
with a grin.
   "Luckily, I don't have any more lessons today, dear girl.  Now go to
your next lesson and we'll forget this happened," he murmured.
   "Will you, Sir?" I giggled.
   "Uh hmmmmmmm," he sniffed, trying to look mature.
   I'm sure his balls were churning again to make some stuff to orgasm
later in his bed while he thought of me again.  I grabbed his hand just as
I was about to leave and licked his fingers, tasting my delicious juices
still on them.  I then dropped his hand - he looked down at it in
amazement.
   I looked back at him as I went out the classroom door.  He was staring
at his fingers, then at the wet patch on the front of his shorts.  Was
there a slight smile on his face?
   (continued in part 6)
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Dad and the schoolgirls - part 5