School Days: A Forever 12 Story
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After a few months, my daughters and I had settled into a delightfully sensual routine. Our days filled with work and school and our nights filled with play. Even though I knew it was part of their programming, I was amazed how adept my daughters were at satisfying all my appetites and my desires.
I was still working through some minor teething issues associated with opening a new Forever 12 outlet. Fortunately staffing was not an issue; it was truly amazing how far some women were willing to go to live through their daughters, believing that a few photo shoots and being featured in a smattering of local advertising campaigns was a sure path to a career as a high fashion model. They were quite willing to practically prostitute their darling daughters for a chance at this "golden" opportunity. I was just as willing to encourage these mild delusions. After all, the perfect shop girl, model, or backstage parent was but a small piece of jewelry away. These little darlings (as well as their mothers) soon provided my shop with a staple of beauties willing to be staff, models or even the occasional plaything, all for the cost of a few head shots, a photo shoot, a small paycheck, and the hope of a glamorous career.
My girls, on the other hand, were having to adapt to being the new kids in school. I had enrolled them in St. Agnes, a local, private K - 12 girls prep school for two reasons: its reputation for academic excellence and for the fact that its uniforms were supplied by a Forever 12 subsidiary, making it easy to dress my girls from the Forever 12 "Catholic Schoolgirl" gold line. It was a clothing line guaranteed to keep the wearer properly focused and well dressed during the school day. It also had a few wonderful side effects.
Celeste was developing a love-hate relationship with St. Agnes. She loved the fact that she was finally in a school where she could excel academically, without the distraction of the boys, clothes, and cliques that were ever-present at her old school. She had become a straight A student - much to her father's pleasure, a pleasure that he displayed so wonderfully and so frequently, a pleasure whose memory alone was sufficient to keep her aroused for the entire school day. She hated the fact that she was so focused on her classed that she remained chaste until her classes and her homework were complete. No matter how aroused she was, no matter how much her body cried out for release, she could not bring herself to do anything about it. Every hour in school had her arousal increasing until her walk home found her panties soaked through and her thighs wet with her juices.
On good days home meant relief. On good days she could throw herself on her bed, pull her panties aside and bring herself to that long desired release. On good days, she would begin by slowly teasing herself with gentle caresses, slowly, gently drawing her fingers across her tits, her cunt, and around her clit. Slowly building her arousal, building it up until her cunt became the entire center of her body and her mind. Building up to the point where she could feel her clit pulse in time with her heart beat, to the point where she could feel the heat of her cunt radiating out into the room. Building to the point where a single, swift, deep thrust of her hand into her cunt brought a shattering orgasm. Today was not a good day; today she had gotten an A- on a test. Today meant daddy's displeasure.
Bad days meant that she would be chaste until daddy said otherwise. Bad days would find her suffering an embarrassing walk home: the hem of her school uniform slowly rising up her legs until it rode just below her crotch, her panties slowly dissolving away until they were nothing more than a thong barely large enough to cover her cunt, and the buttons of her dress shirt falling off so that by the time she arrived home, the only way to keep it closed was to tie it shut using the shirt tails. She never could figure out where her bra went, but by the time she walked through her front door, it would be gone and she would be left looking like a 16 year old call girl playing at being a naughty school girl. As she walked through the door, she realized that today was going to be a really bad day. Today daddy worked late.
Ana and Julie fell in love with St. Agnes the moment they found that they shared all their classes. The fact that neither had to face new kids, new teachers, and new lessons alone gave them the confidence to face the inevitable teasing that came with being the "newbies." Here their personalities began to crystallize. Always the more outgoing of the two, Ana found herself protecting her sister from the worst of the teasing and the taunts. This newly discovered strength of personality began to slowly transform her relationship with her twin.
Ana and Julie lived for a good school day. A good school day meant that daddy would reward them. A good school day meant that they would end the day so aroused that the mere swish of their skirt across their panties as they walked home would send tingles up their clits. After school on a good day meant rushing upstairs to their room, throwing their clothes off, and bringing each other to a joyous release.
At the start of the school year, after school on a good day would find the twins locked in a 69, fingers and tongues gently, slowly bringing them to simultaneous orgasms that would leave both dripping sweat and panting. But as the school year progressed, these gentle sessions became something more. Ana began to dominate the relationship; she began to demand that Julie service her needs before granting her twin relief. Ana had always loved Julie's gentle administrations, Julie's skill in slowly bringing her to one joyous orgasm after another, but now Ana found herself wanting to dominate her twin. So, their lovemaking evolved into something more elemental, more physical, more primal. Where fingers and tongues used to suffice, dildos and strap-ons took their place. Julie would find herself being driven to orgasm not by the warm touch of her sister's fingers, but by latex, silicon, and the sheer beauty she found in submission. Where the casual observer would have once observed a simple, tentative exploration in sapphic love, they would now see a panoply of perversions, perversions in which Ana would lead and Julie would follow, perversions that would inevitably lead both girls to mind-shattering pleasure.
Unfortunately today was not a good day. Today, the twins had been called to the headmistress' office and had been sent home with a note for their parent to sign. Today meant no joyous tingling walk home and no wonderful after-school fuck. Today meant waiting to see if daddy would punish them.
As I walked through the door, I knew this evening was going to be a very good evening. From the overpowering scent of female arousal in the air, I knew that at least one of my daughters had had a bad day and based on the quiet, frustrated mewing that came from their bedrooms it was obvious that tonight was going to be a triple header.
There was a curious glitch in a Forever 12 Gold Line School Uniform. Ordinarily, the wearer would be a model student but on occasion, there would be a small hiccup and the wearer would, for a moment, be allowed to make a mistake. Oh these were never major mistakes, nothing that would get the wearer expelled or even seriously disciplined, but the mistakes always placed the wearer in a position where they could be considered "naughty." Until it was reset, the uniform would slowly increase the wearer's state of arousal but would prevent the wearer from reach orgasm or from removing the garments.
Corporate was aware of the problem and the word was that this was due to the fact that Gold Line School Uniforms and the Gold Line Naughty Schoolgirl lines shared some elements. Because it was simple to reset the garments back to normal operation, corporate did not view fixing the bug as a priority. The reality of the situation was that in the school staff's opinion, the wearer was a model student and a overall good kid (rather than an automaton that ground out perfect grades) and I was soon to be greeted by three highly aroused girls, wearing an erotic imitation of their normal school uniform, panting for release and trembling in anticipation of my wrath.
It was a given that I should deal with Ana and Julie first. After all, I had come home late and it was a school night and, in spite of their insistence that being almost 13 meant they didn't need it, a full night's sleep was still a necessary part of their schedule. Celeste could wait and past experience had taught me that letting her simmer produced a marvelous result. Besides, using the twins first would insure that I would be able to enjoy my eldest daughter all that much longer.
I called my daughters into my den, enjoying the sight of three nubile girls kneeling before me dressed in a parody of a Catholic schoolgirl's uniform. Their thighs gleamed with the juices flowing from their cunts and the scent of their arousal formed an almost visible cloud around them. I sent Celeste off to order pizza, set the table, and wait at the table for us. She rose and walked out of the den whimpering softly, "Please daddy, I'm so sorry daddy," over and over - it was almost enough to make me change my mind about seeing to the twins first - almost.
For some time, I'd been aware that Ana was on track to become a lovely switch - being a domme to her sister and a sub to me - while Julie was developing into a shy, pure sub. It occurred to me that a little role reversal might be suitable punishment for being involved in a 5 minute lunchroom spitball fight. So, I had Julie get her sister's strap-on from their bedroom. While we were waiting for Julie to return, I had Ana open my fly and take my hard cock in her mouth. I took her head in my hands and began to fuck her face, slowly driving my cock down her throat, enjoying the sensations as she choked before slowly withdrawing. I must have repeated the cycle a dozen times before Julie returned wearing Ana's strap-on.
I pulled my cock from Ana's mouth and pushed her down onto her hands and knees and told Julie to pull her sister's thong to one side and to start fucking her dripping cunt. The look of surprise on Ana's face as Julie began to tentatively thrust into her cunt was priceless - it was clear that Ana had expected to be the fucker not the fuckee. Regardless of initial expectations, it soon became apparent that the girls were beginning to enjoy themselves if their moans and cries were anything to go by. I spent some time watching my twin daughters fuck. Their struggle to achieve a release that would never come was amusing and Julie's fumbling added an erotic poignancy to the scene before I knelt down behind Julie and drove the full length of my cock into her ass in a single thrust.
I reached around Julie and grabbed Ana's slim hips, sandwiching Julie between us. I began to fuck Julie and by proxy Ana. With slow steady thrusts I brought the the three of us closer and closer to the edge of release, until I found myself at the limit of my self-control. One quick, deep, final thrust into Julie had me filling her ass with my cum. The twins' orgasms followed soon after - Julie's triggered by my cock spasming in her ass and Ana's as Julie's spasming body drove the strap-on deep into Ana's cunt. As I pulled out of Julie's ass, I watched as their uniforms reset and returned to their original conservative form.
I was sure that our encounter had lasted far longer that a half hour, but I heard the distinct sounds of pizza being delivered as the twins licked the signs of our fucking from our bodies. I told the girls to finish up and to meet Celeste and me in the dining room.
Ana had spent her entire walk home dreaming about stripping her clothes off and spending an hour or so wearing out the batteries in her vibrator out before fucking her sister silly. Thinking about having Julie's tongue dancing over her clit and Julie's fingers plunging into her cunt made her horny. Imaging putting on her strap on and driving it into Julie's dripping cunt made her horny. Envisioning running her vibrator across her clit made her horny. By the time Ana got home from school, she was a very horny 12 - almost 13 (she corrected herself) - year old and she rushed upstairs to her bedroom aching to take care of this problem.
Ana shook her head and found herself sitting at her desk fully dressed, her vibrator and strap on neatly laid out on the desktop. Ana began to think about how wonderful it would be to strip down and play with her vibrator and bring herself to orgasm before donning her strap on and mounting her sister doggy style. The thought of how it would feel when Julie came made her even hornier and she reached for the vibrator.
Ana startled awake to hear her father call the sisters down to his den. She struggled to her feet, her thighs slick with her juices, a single thought coursing through her brain: she needed release, she needed to fuck something, to create pleasure through control. She knew the only reason daddy would be calling them into his den was because someone was in trouble. Thinking about punishment made her horny, thinking made her horny. She started to move her hands down to her crotch.
Ana looked up and found herself kneeling before her daddy, his fly open and his large, hard cock entering her mouth. She began to caress it with her tongue and to stroke it with her hands. She knew she was good at this; daddy always said her blow jobs were the best so she was startled when daddy took her head in his hands and began to fuck her mouth. She began to choke and panic as his cock slide into her throat before she remembered how to time her breathing and suppress her gag reflex. She felt silly forgetting such elementary stuff, after all she'd been deep-throating her father for almost as long as they had been fucking. She soon became accustomed to his rhythm and could feel that longed-for pleasure building slowly.
When daddy pulled his cock out of her mouth and pushed her down on to her hands and knees, Ana almost wriggled with anticipation. Having daddy fuck her like a little bitch was her surefire ticket to multiple orgasms. Panting with arousal, she purred as she felt a pair of hands grab her hips and a hard cock thrust into her dripping cunt. It took a moment or two for her lust-clouded brain to fully process the sensations; the hands were small, the cock was cold, the thrusts were shallow, tentative, and weak. Daddy was still there in front of her. Surprise and panic coursed across her face as she realized she wasn't being daddy's bitch, she was being Julie's. Then she remembered, the spitball fight, the note - she was the one in trouble and this humiliation was her punishment. She was being fucked by her sister, her submissive sister, in front of her daddy - it was so embarrassing, she was sure she'd never be able to get off now. Why was daddy just watching - why wasn't he fucking her, taking her with that massive cock of his, punishing her with the force of his fucking, why was he getting up, why?
Ana jumped as the strap-on's cock suddenly buried itself in her cunt in a single stroke as Julie's hips collided with Ana's ass cheeks. A pair of large hands grabbed her hips and Ana found herself being tossed about like a rag doll - the rubber cock of the strap on driving into her body so hard that it almost knocked the breath from her lungs. This wasn't her sister's gentle tentative fucking, this was her daddy's powerful fucking - the fact that he was using Julie as his proxy, as a warm living condom, only made it that much more exciting. Ana found herself rapidly approaching her climax, her body becoming so sensitive that she could feel every inch of contact between her body and her sister's - every movement, every twitch sending white hot sparks of pleasure to her brain and just before her own orgasm exploded across her mind, she even felt her daddy's cum shoot into Julie's body.
The doorbell brought Ana to full awareness, jostling her out of her blissful post-orgasmic state. She had been lazily licking daddy's cum from the inside of Julie's thighs, enjoying a slow recovery back into real time and real space. Daddy's command and the smell of hot pizza soon had her on her feet and headed to the dining room.
As Julie walked home, a feeling of dread was slipping dark tendrils through her thoughts. She was sure that the headmistress' note detailed her role in numerous infractions of school rules and that a grounding was the least of the possible punishments awaiting her. She prayed that daddy would only ground her; a grounding was survivable, a grounding wouldn't keep daddy from fucking her. Yet her mind kept circling back to that awful thought: what if daddy banished her from his bed? She remembered when Celeste had been banished - Celeste had broken the rules by coming home after curfew and daddy had banished her from his bed for a week. Celeste had spent the last 3 days of her banishment in tears; Julie knew that she wouldn't last a day.
Julie shook her head and found herself sitting at her desk, her panties soaked with her cunt juices and thoughts of daddy's hard cock drifting through her mind. She ached for it, to have it in her cunt, in her ass, in her mouth.
Julie jerked her head from its cradle in her crossed arms as daddy called the sisters to his den. She rose to her feet in a panic and rushed downstairs hoping that prompt obedience would mitigate her punishment and that daddy would still let her share his bed, would still drive his hard throbbing cock into her, would still take her when and how he wished.
Daddy's voice brought Julie back to awareness barely in time to hear him commanding her to go and fetch Ana's strap on. Her mind was still trying to put together all the pieces of his command as her body stood up as if by its own accord and mechanically walked her back to the bedroom she shared with her twin. In a daze, she step into the harness, guiding one end of the thick rubber cock into her aching cunt, almost robotic. As she walked back to the den, her mind finally processed the entirety of daddy's command - she was going to have to fuck Ana, she was going to have to take the boy's part, have to be active and commanding, to be commanding, forceful, strong.
Panic began - she couldn't be the boy, she didn't know how, she couldn't be that forward, that strong. She looked down and saw the the rubber cock protruding from her hips, swaying with each step she took, feeling it gently moving within her cunt - each motion, each sensation arousing her further and reminding her that failure was waiting for her. Failure that would surely make her inevitable punishment worse. Fear, dread, panic, and pleasure ran rampant through her mind - each thought feeding on the others, each thought circling back again faster and faster, never stopping long enough to let her focus, circling until all logic, all deliberate processing was lost to all encompassing emotion.
She found herself back in the den, kneeling behind Ana - her body trembling, her mind consumed with a singular purpose. She grasped her sister's hips and, not daring to look down, she tried to maneuver the strap-on's cock into her sister's dripping pussy with her hips. Those first, tentative, unguided thrusts had little effect; the tip of that rubber cock wandered randomly between Ana's clit and ass, seeking but never finding its intended target. Fear of failure and desperation soon had Julie try a forceful thrust (forceful being a relative term). More by happenstance than anything else, this thrust managed to drive her fake cock into her sister's cunt. Some memory recognized the change in the sensations that were being transmitted to Julie's cunt and she began to rock her hips back and forth slowly, rhythmically - driving that fake cock, her cock, into her sister. Never very deep, never quite pulling out, never quite providing Ana with the sensations Ana began to beg for. Julie began to revel in the newness of the situation, in these new feelings, in those pulses of pleasure that seemed to jump from her cunt directly to her brain. She could feel her mind relaxing as thinking abated and she gave herself over to the ever building pleasure.
Then pain and shock coursed through her body as she felt her daddy's hard cock drive into her ass and drive her hips with bruising force into her sister's ass cheeks. A scream of pain tore from her throat only to become a moan of pleasure as the realization that her punishment was over, that daddy would still accept the gift of her body, of her mind, of her soul. As daddy's arms reached around her to grasp Ana's hips, Julie relaxed back into his chest and let herself become his tool, his means of fucking Ana, his. She hung there, physically suspended between her daddy and her sister, her ass absorbing his power, his rhythms, then transmitting them to her cunt then to her sister - her mind floating on these twin streams of pleasure. Julie had no idea how long she hung there, how long the pleasure built - there was no time in this space, only bliss. She hung there waiting, joyously waiting until she felt that first hot stream of her daddy's cum shoot into her body. Her orgasm crashed through her mind, magnifying every sensation until her entire body shook with pleasure.
The smell of fresh pizza chased the final wisps of bliss from her brain allowing rational thought back into Julie's mind. She took one last lick along Ana's thigh, savoring one last taste of her sister's juices before rising and heading to the table for dinner.
As I walked into the dining room, it was readily apparent that the intervening half hour had left Celeste a barely functioning bundle of sexual need. She was bent over laying out plates and silverware as I sat down at the table. I gave her arm a brief caress as she set a plate down in front of me and watched as that simple touch drove the last remaining sign of intelligence from her eyes. She seemed to flow onto my lap and began to dry hump my leg as her sisters sat down at the table. Having a moaning, panting teenager humping my thigh made eating a bit awkward, but pizza only needs one hand. Between bites, I gently caressed my eldest daughter, each line I drew across her skin drove her further into rut. She screamed in need as I pinched her diamond-hard nipples - first the right, then the left. She was reduced to whimpering as I drew my palm across her engorged, pulsing clit.
In spite of Celeste's bestial rutting, dinner was quite pleasant as the twins regaled me with the major events of the day. I am not sure that I expressed the proper amount of concern over the fortunes of their current favorite boy-band, but by the time the pizza was finished we had solve all the world's problems for the day. Celeste slid bonelessly from my lap as I stood. She lay motionless at my feet as I sent the twins to bed and she did not move as I cleared the table.
With the day's domestic chores done, I returned to the dining room and pulled Celeste to her feet and bent her face-down over the table. It took mere seconds for me step out of my pants and to stroke my cock into hardness. Pulling her thong aside, I gently placed my cock at the entrance of her pussy. That touch triggered a massive reaction in Celeste - her body seemed to leap onto my cock and I found myself fucking a very active tiger rather than a passive little kitten. Celeste met each of my thrusts with one of her own, driving our fucking faster and faster, her juices flowing copiously from her cunt as she strained to reach orgasm as quickly as possible. However, my need for release was somewhat less immediate and, at 50, my tolerance for acrobatic sex was somewhat diminished so, to screams of frustration, I pulled my cock from Celeste's hot, clutching cunt. Ignoring her cries of "why, why" and "please daddy, please fuck me," I lifted Celeste from the table and carried her into my bedroom.
I tossed her onto my bed and left her there - her hands trying but unable to reach her cunt, her hips thrusting up into the air, her entire being searching for release - as I finished undressing. When I returned to her, I began to slowly remove her clothes - her shoes and socks were simple, but removing her shirt and skirt were something of a battle as every touched inflamed her desire. As I gazed upon her, finally, naked body I knew that the sight was worth the effort - she glowed with need and a lovely blush had spread across her chest accentuating her pink nipples and adding color to her milk-white skin. I spread her legs and mounted her, burying my cock into her hot wet pussy using my weight to pin her motionless to the bed as I listened to her moan with desire. I began to thrust into her deliberately, methodically caring only for my pleasure. Over and over again I brought myself to the edge of release only to stop, rest, and begin again - Celeste's moans and screams becoming hoarse croaks as her vocal cords tired - until my need for release became all encompassing and my seed exploded into her womb. Celeste passed out as her orgasm took her and I pulled cock from her limp body, my cum and her juices flowed from her cunt soaking the sheets and puddling under her ass.
Sated, I flopped down next to her and drifted off to sleep.
Celeste envied the twins - they weren't facing the prospect of having to do homework on a bad day. From experience, she knew the agony she would be facing. Her own drive to succeed, to be the best student possible, would have her working on her homework the moment she got home in spite of her need to cum. It was a need that seemed to increase with each step she took toward home, a need that had her thinking about how wonderful it would be to wrap her lips around the warm, hard, pulsing shaft of her daddy's cock, to feel it sliding in and out of her aching, dripping cunt, to have it plunging into her hot ass.
Celeste snapped back to reality and took another look at the math problem in front of her. She was halfway through her homework and had no recollection of what she had been studying. She looked at the clock on her desktop and realized that it would be two more hours before daddy would be home. Two hours before she would have to face her punishment. Two hours before she would feel his dick thrusting into her throat. Two hours before she would feel it stretching her cunt. Two hours before his cum would splash across her body.
Celeste found herself putting her texts away as the sound of daddy's car pulling into the garage pulled her mind away from her aching desire for release, from her juices flowing down her legs, from her hot, wet cunt, from an increasing urge not to merely fuck, but to rut - to throw herself completely into the primal act of mating.
Celeste knelt before her father, hoping that she had misheard daddy's words, hoping that he'd that he was teasing, that he was going to take care of her need. Her need, that encompassing need had her asking, pleading, begging to be allowed to stay, to be fucked, to be taking any way he wished - even as she walked out of the room she begged.
Celeste stood before the front door waiting, waiting as her need grew, while all thought became focused on her most primal urges, while her arousal rose, unabated to new heights, while her body readied itself to be mated, to rut, to give itself over to the will of her mate. She barely registered the delivery boy's arrival or even noticed the astonished look on his face as she greeted him half-naked, her tits half exposed by her loosely tied shirt, her skirt soaked and stained with her fluids. She was barely conscious of closing the door or of handing him a $50 bill for a $12 pizza. Her heat, her need to rut flooded her brain as daddy's fingers gently traced a single soft line down her arm. Her need drove her, controlled her, guided her; she had no thought, no past, no future, just the now - the wonderful now, the now that saw her pressing, dragging, rubbing her throbbing clit against his leg searching for that glorious release.
Her every nerve was on fire, magnifying her daddy's every touch - blurring the boundaries between pleasure and pain. Her voice became an instrument of her need; each touch, each sensation finding expression in a chorus of moans, screams, mewing, whimpering, and sobs. Her rut went on and on. Each passing second an eternity, adding to her pleasure as she built toward her release until that moment when everything crashed as daddy stood and she slid from his lap, leaving her lying at his feet weak, un-sated and, once again, aching for release.
Celeste had no idea how long she lay there waiting, waiting for her punishment to end, waiting for daddy to release her. By the time daddy lifted her passive body off the floor and bent her over the table she had become resigned to the idea that her all-encompassing lust would not be satisfied that night. So it surprised her when the touch of daddy's cock reignited her need to rut and she drove her cunt back onto his cock, impaling herself on its length is a single motion. She began to fuck herself with his cock, to rut against him, to allow herself to revel in the primal nature of the act. She paid no heed to her body's fatigue as she found new reserves of energy as she forced her daddy's cock passed her cervix and into her womb.
Celeste never felt the pain as daddy's cock bottomed out and the force of their fucking bruised her cunt lips, as she drove herself faster and faster towards her climax. She screamed in frustration when her daddy pulled his cock from her cunt, once more denying her the release she so desired. She begged him to continue, begged as he picked her up, begged even as she landed on his bed, begged as he undressed, begged as he spread her legs. Then, as his cock drove into her cunt, her begging transformed into cries of delight. She lost count of how many times her daddy brought her to the edge of release only to stop and relax before starting again, she simply rode a roller coaster of pleasure, each peak higher than the one before. As her pleasure rose it drove her aching need from her mind until the feel of her daddy's cum flooding into her triggered a cataclysmic orgasm that coursed through mind carrying everything else before it, leaving only bliss in its wake.
Celeste awoke, as dawn's rose tinted light caressed her skin, to find herself lying in her daddy's bed, cold wet sheets below her side, her back warmed by her father's chest, and his cock slowly separating the cheeks of her ass as it became erect. She purred with pleasure as her daddy gently thrust into her ass - today was going to be a good day.
