Chapter 12 – School Daze
On Monday afternoon, when the girls got home from school, Sally came to my house and Jenn went to Greg’s. The first thing Sally did when she came in was strip down at the door and come into my office and gave me a sloppy kiss. I tasted the unmistakable flavor of cum in her kiss, and when she pulled back and I was able to get a look at her, she had cum splattered on her cheek and in her hair. I asked her whose cum it was, and she said that she had swallowed multiple boys’ and men’s loads of cum over the course of the day. I told her that she needed to be careful because if anyone found out we could all get into trouble. She said that she had been, and would continue to be.
When Greg and Jenn came over a bit later for dinner and movie time, Greg and I compared notes, and I found out that Jenn had arrived home from school in a similar state. We again warned them to be very careful about giving blowjobs at school, but it difficult to be too stern with them since we were balls-deep in each others daughters at the time we were talking to them about it.
Tuesday afternoon, Greg and I received calls from the principal’s office, letting us know that he was requesting a meeting with us the following morning. That night, we asked the girls if they knew why the principal was wanting to have a meeting, but they both said that they had no idea why. And again, we weren’t really in a position to push the matter because at the time we had the girls in doggy positions next to each other, fucking them from behind.
On Wednesday morning, we asked the girls if they wanted us to take them to school, since we were going there anyway to have our meeting with their principal. They both said that they’d rather take the bus. So, as soon as the girls got on the bus, Greg carpooled to the school. When we were waiting in the principal’s outer office, we were watching the students arriving at school. We were both making comments to each other about how much shorter skirts seemed to be and how much more cleavage was allowed to be shown from what we remembered of being in school. Many of the boys were wearing too-tight t-shirts and short-short gym pants. Some looked like they had full-on erections, and I pointed one boy out to Greg that had almost the entire head of his cock visible dangling out of his shorts leg.
Greg, nodding toward one of the girls with the short skirts, said “Isn’t that pin she’s wearing the logo for the Good Patient program?” It was a very small button pin, so I hadn’t noticed it before, but sure enough, it was. And when I started looking at other girls with short skirts and boys in tight clothes and gym shorts, it looked like they were all wearing the pin somewhere on their clothing. I told Greg, and he replied, “Yeah, I see them now that I know what to look for.”
After all of the kids had entered their classrooms and we could no longer see any children in the hallway through the outer office door, the principal’s secretary said it’d be a while before the principal would be able to see us. She said something had come up with one of the students that the principal had to take care of. We had been sitting there for almost 45 minutes when a girl that looked a bit younger than our daughters came out of the principal’s office. She was smoothing her short skirt out as the principal’s assistant handed her a hall pass and said, “Stop by Mrs. Blake’s room on the way back to your class, Darcy. She said that she wanted to help you practice for your upcoming oral presentation in her class.” The assistant then told us that the principal was ready to meet with us. We got up and started walking toward his office as she opened his door for us. Once we were in his office, she closed the door behind us and went back to her desk. “Gentleman,” the young man sitting behind the large, rather empty desk said, as he waved us to sit in the chairs across the desk from him. We sat down, and he said, “I’m principal Phile. Padriac Phile. You must be Jenn and Sally’s fathers.” I said, “Yes, I’m Mike. Jenn’s dad.” And Greg pipped up, “And I’m Greg. Sally is my daughter.” “Well”, Mr. Phile said, “Glad to meet you.”
I said, “Aren’t you a bit young to be a principal?” “Yes,” Mr. Phile replied, “Most people think I’m a lot younger than what I am. I’m almost 26, but I get mistaken as being one of the high school seniors that come here to the middle school to assist the teachers as part of their work-study. You two look pretty young yourselves to be having 13-year-old daughters.” “Oh,” I interjected, “They’re only 12-years-old. I can’t speak for Greg, but yes, I guess I am pretty young to have a daughter that age. I my wife and I started dating in high school, and we ended up having Jenn when we were only 16-years-old.” Greg added, “Really? I hadn’t known. It was pretty close to the same for me. Got married right out of high school, and we had Sally our Freshman year in college.”
“Now that we’ve got the introductions out of the way, the reason I wanted to meet with you gentlemen this morning,” Mr. Phile continued, “is because of some incidents here at school that your daughters have been involved in that have come to my attention. Now, I know it’s an awkward subject to discuss these matters with a student’s father, especially a female student, but it’s really something that I need to address before it gets out of hand.” “Ok,” Greg and I say in unison. “Good, then let’s get into it. It’s been brought to my attention, and I’ve witnessed it firsthand, so there really isn’t a dispute that it’s happening, but your daughters have been acting somewhat inappropriately. It’s a difficult subject to broach, but were you gentlemen aware that your daughters were, well, sexually active?” Greg and I looked at each other and we could see in each other’s eyes that we were both thinking “How do we answer that without getting into trouble?”
I turned back to principal Phile and muttered, “Yes, somewhat.” “It’s good that you’re aware of that, but sexual intercourse on school grounds just can’t be tolerated,” Mr. Phile said. Greg and I sat up a little bit. “What do you mean, intercourse?” Greg asked. The girls were only supposed to be fucking each other’s fathers this month in order to try and get pregnant. “Oral intercourse,” Mr. Phile replied, “um, how can I put this, um, blowjobs. They’ve been giving some of the boys blowjobs. I’m not passing moral judgement, but it’s against policy and has become a distraction a time or two.” I said, “What . . . what do you, um, think we need to do?” And that was when Greg poked me in the rib with his elbow, causing the last part of my question to spike in pitch. When I glared over at him, he motioned with his eyes to the principal’s bookshelf, and there in a framed picture of the principal shaking hands with Dr. Dick and the background was the Good Patient logo.
“Hey,” Greg said, “I noticed your picture on the bookshelf. Are you familiar with the Good Patient program?” Mr. Phile’s eyes narrowed, “What do you know about that? Have you heard something about it?” Greg said, “Yes, our families both just recently joined.” “Oh! Oh, that makes more sense,” Mr. Phile exclaimed, “Why aren’t they wearing their pins? It’s strictly forbidden for children without pins to be sexually promiscuous at the school, and anyone with a pin having sexual contact with anyone that doesn’t have a pin is punishable by detention and possibly suspension. I have meetings with more than a dozen boys’ families, and some girls’ families, later today about their kids engaging in sex with other students without pins – your daughters. I was even looking into having to possibly suspend a couple teachers because they were caught either giving or receiving oral sex with your daughters. We were even investigating their first period teacher on suspicion he was fucking them both because their second period teacher has told me that they’ve seen cum running down their legs in his class both Monday and Tuesday this week.” “Yeah,” I smirked, “Sorry about that. That’s our cum. They’ve been having us fuck them every morning before they head to school. It’s their fertile time and they’re wanting to have our babies. My daughter his, and his daughter mine.”
Mr. Phile smiled broadly and said, “I’m so glad all of that was cleared up so easily. I thought this was going to be a miserable day for everyone involved, but it’s turned into quite wonderful news. When their baby bumps start showing, there’ll be a line of teachers wanting to either fuck them silly or eat the cum out of them – many both. It’s a practical orgy around here when one of our little ones is expecting a little one of their own. And now there might be two little girls with baby bumps.” Mr. Phile wiped his mouth. “Sorry,” he said, “I’m already drooling a bit. I’ll make sure that they’re issued their pins, and I’ll put word out that their daddies are trying to impregnate them so nobody else is allowed to have vaginal sex with them. Is oral and anal ok? Some fathers don’t want their daughters touched at all when they’re breeding them.” Greg answered that we’re fine with them doing anything other than vaginal sex, as long as it was consensual. “Of course,” Mr. Phile said, “Anyone caught trying to force someone else to do something they don’t want to is an automatic expulsion from the school. That’s something we absolutely do not tolerate at all.”
“Well, gentlemen,” Mr. Phile said as he rose up from his chair and reached across his table to shake our hands, “It’s been a great pleasure to meet you this morning.” He then reached into his desk drawer as we were standing, and pulled out a small handful of pins with the Good Patient logo on them and handed them to us. “Here,” he said, “You’ll need some extras for the girls to wear to school, and some for yourselves for when you’re visiting. Always remember to wear your pins when you visit if you’ll be partaking in activities either with your daughters or other children while at the school. Feel free to go ahead and put them on now, if you’d like to hang around for a while in the break room. Every student has a study hall period, and the ones with pins are allowed to spent their study hall in the break room right next to my office. The teachers with pins also tend to hang out there during their break periods. There are beds, and swings, and even gloryholes for those that are in to anonymity.” As we were walking toward the office door, I said, “Thank you, Mr. Phile.” “Please, members of the Good Patient group are on a first-name basis,” principal Phile said. “Sure thing,” I replied, “Thank you Padriac.” “Oh, my family is Irish,” Mr. Phile said, “I’ve went by Paddy my whole life.” As his assistant was shutting his door after we had exited his office, he somewhat shouted to us, “And, if you ever need help with anything here at the school, just come ask Paddy Phile.”