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 Dad and the schoolgirls - part 7
   (continuing the story of my Dad, me and my friends.)
   I'd just had the most awesome experience when my Dad came into the
bathroom while I was having a shower.  At the end of the week, I was going
with him on a week's sports tour with the girls' team that he'd selected.
I'd guessed that his selection criteria had been quite intimate, if you
know what I mean.  He already had quite a reputation for liking my
girlfriends, most of whom were around 15.  I'd asked to go with him out of
curiosity, but after my recent experiences, I was now beginning to feel
quite a lot more for my Dad.
   I waited all week for him to approach me to go further than just letting
me masturbate him, but he didn't.  I teased him by wearing sexy clothes all
the time he was around.  I let him see me coming and going from my bedroom,
often completely naked, but he didn't do anything but look.  I noticed that
two of my teachers visited him during the week on different nights and left
just before I got up.  He seemed in a great mood and was very cuddly, but
nothing more.  Nothing like the way he behaved when he came into the shower
last week.  I began to suspect that he was preparing for something special
with the girls in the team.
   I decided to let things go and just make sure I was on the bus when it
left on Friday night.  We had a six-hour drive to the first town in which
the team was playing.  The girls were all happy to see me join them.  In
fact, most of them were in my 'masturbation group' that met every lunchtime
for a chat and a cum together at school.  It had become a well-known event
and lots of the girls wanted to join in.  My friends had to be very
selective and I was considered very lucky, at my young age, to have been
able to join them.  I guess the main reason was that I was a good friend of
Carla, who seemed to be the ring-leader.
   As she was also on the team, it was natural for me to sit with her in
the bus.  We were sitting just behind Dad, who'd taken the front seat on
his own 'to help the driver with directions'.  As the driver was a very
attractive women who knew Dad from school, I guessed there might be
something more in it.  However, Carla and I chatted happily and made fun of
everything we'd heard about Dad and his exploits with the school staff.  So
far, as far as Carla knew, he'd not had any really improper dealings with
any of the girls, although there were rumours that he'd been particularly
interested in taking some of the girls with the team, who were not
necessarily the best players.
   After an hour or so, I was beginning to feel quite sleepy, so I curled
up beside Carla and fell asleep.  When I awoke, the bus was completely
dark. However, I was surprised to see a bright light shining in front of my
eyes.  I struggled awake and looked about.  From where I was sitting all I
could see was Carla sitting with her legs slightly apart, well, actually
quite wide apart.  She had her cell phone held between her knees and it was
illuminating right up under her skirt.  What was going on?  I wondered.
   Then I noticed that my Dad was looking back between the seats.  From the
lustful look in his eyes, I guessed that he could see under Carla's skirt -
and he must have liked what he could see.  I looked up at Carla - and her
face was a picture of ecstasy too.  I then noticed that her hand was inside
the waistband of her skirt and I guessed that she must have been playing
with her pussy, and that Dad could see her doing it.  She was purposely
shining her phone light for my Dad's perving eyes!  OMG!  Luckily Dad
couldn't see me.
   I made it clear to Carla that I was awake and grinned at her.  She
looked at me a little ashamed.  But soon afterwards, her face screwed up in
the delightful pleasure of a short but very intense orgasm.  I heard Dad
groan from the front seat too.  I wondered whether the driver was also
giving him something to look at or play with.
   Carla's phone light went off and she slumped across me, whispering in my
ear.
   "That was lovely.  Your Dad was watching!"
   "I know, you wicked girl.  What made you think of the phone?" I asked in
amazement.
   "I just had to tease him.  He kept looking back at me and grinning
naughtily," she explained, soon falling asleep on my lap.
   I guess I must have slept too, because next thing I remember is being
woken by Dad when the bus had stopped.
   "We're at the venue, girls," he called, getting his case from the
overhead rack and getting out of the bus.
   He grinned back at the lady driver.
   "I'll get us all booked in," he called as he walked into the small
hotel.
   It was 10 pm so we were all just about ready for bed, with the team
event starting at 8 am.  Carla and I were sharing a room, but by the time
we got there, I was so tired that I flopped onto the bed and was asleep in
moments.
   I woke up again, after a night filled with erotic dreams, at about 6 am.
That was early for me, but I'd heard noises.  I got up and slipped on a
robe.  As I usually sleep naked, I wasn't going into the corridor without
something on - it was cool with the airco at full blast.
   As I opened the room door, the sounds definitely got louder.  I crept
outside, but couldn't see anyone.  Then I realised that the noises were
coming from the stairwell.  And the sounded distinctly like cries of
pleasure.  Now intrigued and beginning to get horny, I walked slowly to the
door for the emergency stairs.  I peered in and gasped!
   There was my Dad, completely naked, pounding his hard cock between the
thighs of a woman, who was bent forward and hanging onto the bannister.  I
knew it wasn't one of us girls, so I guessed it was the lady bus driver,
although I couldn't see her face.  What I could see was a pair of sexy
buttocks being split apart by Dad's cock as he thrust as hard as he could
into her.  Her cries were rhythmic with his pounding.  I was so horny, I
almost burst through the door.
   Suddenly, the woman's cries rose in pitch and then she squealed.  Dad
thrust forward extra hard and groaned too, probably emptying his balls deep
into her pussy.  I suppressed a giggle as I had enjoyed watching that brief
sexual interlude.  Why was Dad not doing it in the bedroom?  I wondered,
but I didn't confront him, simply slipping back into our room before he
came out.
   My Dad was one hot guy, that was very clear.  How was I ever going to
get him to be interested in giving me some of that hard cock when it seemed
that all the other girls, and the lady driver, wanted a piece of his meat?
   I slipped back into bed, realising that Carla was still sleeping quietly
on the other side of the bed.  She looked so beautiful and peaceful.  I was
not going to wake her.  I lie there, trying to go back to sleep, but
eventually I couldn't stand it any longer.  I got up and went to take a
shower.
   While I was still shampooing my hair, Carla came into the bathroom,
grinning and completely naked.
   "Hi, Sara," she murmured, still sleepy.  "I had a good sleep.  You?"
   "Yea.  Until Dad woke me up.  He was screwing the bus driver in the
stairwell!" I explained.
   "I wondered whether they'd do it.  I'd watched him trying to tease her
while she was driving.  He even got his cock out and stroked it while she
watched."
   "OMG.  The horny guy!  Is that why you had to cum last night?" I asked
her gently, while she joined me in the shower.
   "Yes.  I got horny watching him and then he turned at grinned at me. 
He's so hot, your Dad!" Carla continued.
   Her hands went to touch my breasts.  They tingled to her touch.  I
moaned with pleasure and she held my small breasts tenderly.  My nipples
hardened under her palms and she giggled.
   "You are getting horny!" she exclaimed.
   "I love you touching me," I murmured, moving closer to her so that the
water spray cascaded between our bodies.
   She put her arms around me and our breasts touched, nipple to nipple. 
It was such an arousing feeling, I just collapsed into her arms.  She
kissed me eagerly on the face, lips, eyes.  I murmured, my feelings of
excitement increasing logarithmically.  I held her now, my arms caressing
her back and our mouths met, hungrily.  As we explored each others mouths
with our tongues, our hands dropped between our legs and we began to
stimulate each other.
   Her fingers stroked my clit gently and I dipped two of my fingers slowly
inside her pussy.  We were both moaning and murmuring, enjoying the thrill
of each other's body.  I could feel the intensity of her feelings and it
seemed we were about to explode together.
   "Make me cum!" I moaned as he fingers stroked me and put me over the
edge.
   As I orgasmed, I felt her pussy spasming on my fingers and she cried out
with pleasure.  Still holding onto each other's most intimate parts, we
rode out our orgasms together, laughing and giggling.
   "Wow!" I managed to say, after what seemed ages.  "That was awesome!"
   "Mmmmmmmmm," responded Carla.  "Too good.  I want to do that again!"
   Her fingers began to play again at my clit, but I had to stop her.  My
body was in overdrive, but my clit was too sensitive for her touch.
   "Later, Carla!" I murmured, disentangling myself from her.
   I finished rinsing my hair and stepped out of the shower.
   She stood under the water spray, looking at me with longing.  We'd moved
into another phase of our relationship now.
   (continued in part 8)
   [this story has taken more turns than I expected.  I hope my readers
have not become bored.  in the next couple of parts, Dad will get his
schoolgirls and his daughter, I promise.  Comments and suggestions are
welcome to me at rockyhard4uc@gmail.com.  I chat on gmail and yahoo,
preferably with girls or couples.  Please join me to discuss your
fantasies.]
   
  
Dad and the schoolgirls - part 7