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 Dad and the schoolgirls - part 6
   (continuing the story - now Dad finally gets me - in more ways than
one.)
   I just finished school for the day, after a weekend with Carla and her
Mum, and a little bit of the school janitor.  Now even my teachers were
getting interested in me and I'd just played with one of them.
   I cycled home from school, my pussy feeling surprisingly sensitive on
the bicycle saddle.  I arrived home to find the house empty.  Dad was still
at work/ I quickly took of my school clothes and went to take a shower. 
The water excited me as usual and I was enjoying playing with my pussy.
   Suddenly, I heard a gasp in the bathroom.  I peeked out the side of the
shower curtain.  There was Dad, looking into the mirror, his eyes roaming
over my body.
   "Sorry, darling," he apologised.  "I heard the water running..."
   Then I knew he'd almost planned coming in on me like this.  I didn't try
to cover my naked body.  He stood there quietly, admiring me.  My hand was
still playing at my pussy and with the added excitement of Dad watching, I
approached orgasm very rapidly.
   "Dad, I'm..." I began, erupting into a shaking, squealing orgasm.
   I felt Dad's arms go round me as my knees gave way and I almost fell to
the floor.  Now Dad was in the shower too, his clothes quickly soaking
under the water spray.  I giggled as I calmed down a little.
   "Daddy!  You're all wet!" I chuckled.
   "I guess I'd better take off these wet clothes," he suggested.
   I held myself against the wall as I watched my lovely Dad slowly peel
off his wet clothes.  I could see the bulge inside his briefs and I was in
fact now longing to see it in the open.  When he'd finally taken all the
rest of his wet clothes off, he looked deeply into my eyes.  His hands went
to the waistband of his briefs and he pulled them out and down slowly.
   There it was!  n full erect glory.  My Dad's big cock.  Wow!  It looked
enormous.  Probably even more so because I was so close to him.  The shower
cubicle wasn't large and, if I put my hand out, I could have touched it. 
And I really wanted to.
   "I'm sorry!" he apologised, looking down at his wonderfully hard cock.
"I can't control it!"
   I grinned at him, slowly putting my hand out towards it.
   "I don't mind, Dad," I assured him, as my fingers touched and then
grasped the hot alive shaft.
   He grunted with pleasure and leaned closer to me so that his shaft slid
between my fingers.  Then he rocked back again and his cock moved with him.
   "That's delicious, sweet Sara," he murmured, now rocking himself
backward and forwards, his cock sliding in and out of my tightly closed
fingers.
   "Daddy!  I shouldn't be doing this!" I cried, grinning and beginning to
massage his hard cock with my fingers.
   "No, you shouldn't, angel!" he replied.  "But don't stop!"
   His groans became louder as I further tightened my hand around his
shaft.
   "I'm ready!" he shouted.
   I didn't have a chance to move as his cock sprang to life in my hand,
throbbing and wriggling.  His hot cum began to shoot violently out of the
tip, shooting straight at me and cascading all over my belly and lower
body. His groans and grunts of pleasure matched his spurts of cum.  It was
awesome.
   "Wow!  Dad!" I exclaimed, feeling an enormous lust in my body.  "Did I
make you do that?"
   "Sure!" he managed to reply, obviously in some sort of ecstasy from his
big orgasm.
   I gently cradled his slowly dwindling cock in my fingers and then knelt
down in front of him, tentatively licking the white cum that was still
oozing from the hole in the top.  It tasted real good so I slid my fingers
along the length of his cock shaft from bottom to top, hoping to draw out
some more.  My massaging brought another large drop of his cum to the tip
and I hungrily licked it off.  I grinned up at him.
   "That tastes real good, Dad!" I told him.
   He had an inane grin on his face, as if he'd just won the crown jewels.
I laughed.
   "Sara to Dad!  Come in please!" I called loudly.
   He looked down at me and laughed too.
   "Sorry, sweet angel," he began.  "That was the best ever!"
   I grinned.
   "Thanks, Dad!  Can we do it again sometime?"
   "Maybe!  But we shouldn't!" he murmured, looking into my eyes with
undisguised lust.
   His eyes roamed over my naked body as I stood up before him.  I held
myself tightly against him, feeling his cock stirring between us.
   "I can't!" cried Dad, tearing himself away.  "You're my daughter!"
   I looked at him for a moment in disappointment, then realised that he
was ashamed.
   "It's OK, Dad!  I wanted it too!" I assured him.
   "I know, darling.  But I want more!" he explained.  "And I'm worried
that I might take advantage of you."
   "Surely that's only if I don't want you to?" I asked, gently.
   "Yes, but..." his words dried up.
   He took one look up and down my body and moved out of the shower
cubicle. He grabbed a towel and left, presumably to go to his room.  I was
still standing in the shower, soaking wet, and still very horny.  I turned
off the shower, grabbed a towel and wrapped it round me, slowly walking to
my room.
   As I passed Dad's bedroom door, which was slightly open, I heard him
sobbing.  I din't think it was an appropriate time for me to interfere.  He
was obviously struggling with his conscience and ethics.  I'd already
decided that if he wanted me in a more intimate way, then I was ready for
him.
   (continued in part 7)
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Dad and the schoolgirls - part 6