Scat Schoolgirl Ch 02 1

Scat Schoolgirl Chap 2

This is a purely fictional story. Any names used are not related to actual people. It is intended that all people in this story are over the age of 18.

Paul sat at his kitchen table, sipping coffee and half paying attention to his breakfast.

What was drawing most of his attention was the essay that he was trying to write describing his encounter with his young daughter yesterday. Just as her English teacher had requested.

He was no poet, having just passed the subject himself, but despite this he was umming and ahhing over the choice of words in certain sections as he wanted to make it as stimulating for Mr Cunningham as possible.

At that moment he looked up as Kym came almost bounding into the kitchen.

"Morning Daddy! Whatcha doing?"

"Morning pumpkin. I was just finishing this letter to your English teacher."

"Ohhhhhh" she cooed. "Is it very naughty?"

"Kym, I'm describing how you licked my shit covered ass clean. Of course its very naughty," he sighed in reply.

"Does daddy like my uniform today?"

She twirled around showing off her shortest and skimpiest school uniform. Paul was sure that she had cut 2-3 inches off the length of the skirt as it rode right up to the tops of her thighs.

All he could do was nod in reply, tongue half hanging out of his mouth.

"I'm running late for school Daddy but before I go here's a little treat for you."

Standing near her father but a bit away from him so that he could see everything, she grabbed his now empty glass from the table and lifted up her school skirt. Paul saw her bald shaved pussy come into view as she did this.

"The little sluts not wearing panties to school", he thought. "Oh my god!"

Kym brought the glass to her pussy and squatting a little started to piss into the glass, all the while staring at her father.

"Oh pumpkin that's soooo sexy."

As the flow stopped and the glass filled Kym added, 'Watch closely Daddy."

She brought the glass that was brimming with her hot golden piss to her lips and started to steadily drink the contents down. She didn't stop or pause until the glass was empty. Having finished she wiped her mouth and put the glass back on the table.

"Is Daddy about to come?"

"Oh like you wouldn't believe."

Kym knelt down and parted the bath robe her father was dressed in, exposing his large throbbing cock. Paul had been rock hard since he started writing the letter to her teacher but watching his daughter piss into a glass then drink the contents had him on the brink of coming.

"Such a beautiful cock Daddy", she added as she wrapped her hand around its base and brought it to her mouth.

Sliding her lips over it she gave a few short sharp sucks. Just as Paul was about to explode his daughter pulled out a pair of her white cotton school panties and held them over his cock. Still pulling on him she directed his spurting cock at them and milked him dry. After he was spent Kym stood back and brought her father back to reality with;

"Daddy! Watch me."

Paul stared as his little girl stepped into the cum drenched white panties and pulled them up her legs. As she soothed them over her pussy and ass her father could see his cum seeping into the material and some start to dribble down the inside of her thigh. Kym scooped this small trickle up with her finger and then stuck it in her mouth, sucking off the white goo.

"Thank you for breakfast Daddy. See you at school tonight. I have a meeting with Mr Cunningham before 1st period this morning. I might just get him to clean me with his tongue. Oh and don't forget the principal wants to see you as well."

Thoughts of the old teacher on his knees sucking his cum out of his daughters panties and possibly licking it from her pussy and ass flooded his mind.

"Did she say principal?" Paul thought as he watched his daughter dance out the door. He thought last night she said it was her English teacher he was meeting, to hand in this letter. Maybe it was both? Maybe she was really in genuine trouble. Only time would tell. He knew his daughter was going to be the death of him.

All that day Paul walked around with a hardon. It was difficult, almost impossible keeping his mind on the job when it kept wandering off. Thinking of the meeting that he had with Mr Cunningham, and the principal. The more he thought about it the more Paul decided that it must be both of them, and that prospect really aroused him. He knew that something was going to happen. It must.

Just thinking about watching his little girl licking her elderly teachers dirty ass clean drove him insane with lust. What else would he make her do just for his viewing pleasure?