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 Author: sevispac in collaboration with P.F.  Dill

   Getting Prepared, Getting Prepared, Chapter 4 - Debbie's Court Date
Summary: A sequel from the Horniest Place on Earth.  The conclusion of
Getting Prepared.  Deborah's parents go to court to try to restrain their
daughter's incredible sexuality.  Justice is done.
Keywords: NiS, exhib, orgy, f/d inc, oral, vag
Date: 5_13_2017

   Disclaimer: This is a sexual fantasy.  The author does not advocate or
participate in underage sexual activities.  If you are offended by
pornography, for God's sake stop reading internet porn, you idiot.  If you
are underage and interested in sex, welcome to the human race.  This is a
fantasy, without consequences.  Real sex has consequences like pregnancy
(duh!), disease, and emotional devastation.  Don't ever let anybody talk
you into doing something you aren't ready for.  When you are old enough to
be ready, relish every minute.  But right now, get outta here, kid!  You
trying to get me in trouble?

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   Getting Prepared, Chapter 4 - Debbie's Court Date by sevispac in
collaboration with P.F.  Dill

   The fourth and final chapter concludes my sequel to Lost One's
outstanding Getting Prepared.  You should definitely read all four chapters
in order.  "You may be seated.

   "Family Court of Bremer County is now in session, the Honorable Judge
Clifton Rogers presiding.

   "Docket number 17352, Fontaine vs Girl's Protective Services."

   "Mr and Mrs Fontaine, I've reviewed your complaint.  I understand you
are suing to lift the restraining order placed on you by GPS five months
ago, and reinstate your parental rights over the sexual conduct of your
daughter, Deborah, now age 15, age 14 when the restriction came in effect.
Is that correct?" asked Judge Rogers.

   The lawyer sitting with Deborah's parents rose to his feet.  "That is
correct, your honor.  My client's daughter has been residing with their
former friends, the Carsons, since shortly before this restraining order
was issued.  During that period their daughter has been engaging in
constant and varied sexual perversions against the Fontaine's express
instructions and in violation of every moral principle they raised their
daughter to follow.  They are here seeking relief from this illegal and
improper situation."

   "Objection, your Honor.  The application of the adolescent sexual
standards of conduct statute to this case is the issue under dispute. 
Council is begging the question."

   "Sustained.  Please stick to the facts, Mr.  Oxford."

   "Sorry, your Honor.  We will present evidence showing the outrageous
nature of Miss Fontaine's conduct at the behest of the Carson family..."

   "Just a moment, council.  Am I to understand that any of this conduct
was against Miss Fontaine's will?"

   "Miss Fontaine's desires are not relevant here, your Honor.  As a minor
child she is not competent to exercise sexual autonomy and is bound by her
parent's decisions."

   "Again, you Honor, I object to council's characterization of the issue
at hand."

   "All right.  The plaintiffs will stipulate that Deborah has been acting
on her own free will, with the caveat that she is a 15 year old girl
without the judgment to restrain her sexual desires caused by her raging
hormones."

   "A normal teenager, in other words?"

   "If you say so, your Honor."

   "Proceed."

   "Plaintiff's exhibit A," said Mr Oxford.  All eyes in the packed
courtroom turned to the nearest monitors as they lit up, displaying a
shocking scene.  A gasp went through the room.  A naked girl, instantly
recognizable as Deborah Fontaine, was laying on her back across a table. 
She was surrounded by six young students her age or a little older.  All
were dressed, but the four boys who were standing over her had their
penises in their hands and were clearly masturbating over her defenseless
body.  A pretty girl knelt at the end of the table, her mouth covering
Debbie's pussy, while Debbie provided a similar service to the last boy,
who had his raging hard-on in her mouth.  A few of the those in the
courtroom looked closely at the unidentified girl licking Debbie's pussy
and were delighted to see her sitting with her family in the front row
behind the Defense table.  A few of them even recognized her as Danielle
Carson.

   "These affidavits, exhibits B through F, confirm that this obscene
display took place in the cafeteria of Central Middle School during lunch
on September 16th of this year.  Miss Fontaine was on the second day of her
week naked in school," the lawyer pressed a button and the still picture
became full motion video.  The sound of a cock sliding in and out of
Debbie's slurping lips could be heard over the background buzz of excited
students.

   "The Program rules do not permit sexual contact between students,
certainly not in the cafeteria during meals.  Furthermore this is a direct
violation of city and state health standards." As if to emphasize Mr
Oxford's words, two of the standing boys began to pump strings of white
semen onto Debbie's quivering body and elsewhere on the table, bench, and
floor.  She reached down to grab her friend Danielle by the ears to keep
her tongue ministering to Debbie's bucking hips.  As she did, the lucky
fellow with his dick between her lovely lips pulled himself free and began
to spew his copious strands of white jizm all over her lovely young face.
Mr Oxford froze frame just as the final two young men erupted toward her
tits and hair.  A fascinated silence filled the astonished courtroom.

   "The plaintiffs will now call our first witness.  Mr Walter Fontaine."

   Deborah's father stood up and walked to the witness chair beside the
Judge's bench.  "Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and
nothing but the truth?"

   "I do."

   "Mr Fontaine, did you attend the Homecoming football game at Central
Middle School three weeks ago?"

   "I did."

   "And was your daughter, Deborah Fontaine, elected Homecoming Queen and
also present at that event?"

   "She was."

   "Please direct your attention to plaintiff's exhibit G on the monitor."
Another frozen video displayed on the screen.  This time it showed a
crowded football stadium brightly lit for a night game.  At one end of the
empty field was an ornate platform topped by two thrones.  Seated on a dais
just below and surrounding the thrones were four young couples wearing
formal evening clothes.  Each of the girls had tiaras and the boys held
scepters.  On the thrones sat two more young people, both wearing sparking
crowns and high boots, They were otherwise totally naked.

   "Mr Fontaine, can you please describe this scene?"

   Looking distressed, Debbie's father began to speak, "Unfortunately, yes
I can." The video began playing.  It zoomed in on the five couples on the
platform as the king turned to Debbie and kissed her fully on her lips.  He
put one arm around her shoulders and began caressing her left breast with
the other hand as she reached out to grasp his swollen cock.

   "This is the half-time show at homecoming.  Her mother and I were proud
when we found out our princess was going to be the homecoming queen.  What
we didn't know was what kind of ceremony the school had planned.  Remember,
this was taking place in the middle of a stadium full of people, including
families with young children.  Just look at what kind of things are going
on in our schools today!"

   Debbie was returning the kiss enthusiastically as the four couples on
the dais looked on in wonder.  The king slipped his hand from Debbie's
breast down her slender tummy and over her smooth, shaved mound until his
fingertip slipped between her plump outer lips.  One of the girls in the
homecoming court reached out and boldly grasped her partner's scepter - but
not the one in his hand.  He turned his attention to his lovely princess,
reached behind her back, and unzipped her gown in one fluid motion.  Her
pert white breasts, unencumbered by a bra, spilled into view to the delight
of the audience, now watching the Jumbotrons throughout the stadium.  The
marching band began to play a soft medley of romantic music that started
with Rachmaninoff's Symphony No.  2, 3rd movement.

   The crowd expressed it's enthusiastic approval as each of the remaining
princesses slipped out of their formal attire to reveal a complete lack of
undergarments.  The two thrones on top folded back to form a luxurious,
soft platform as the king pushed his eager young consort onto her back and
began covering her with endearing kisses from her neck down her shoulders,
as he caressed her soft, lovely young breasts.

   The band segued into classic rock music beginning with a cover of Sweet
Child O' Mine that had a mix of Brazilian rhythms and jazzy inflections as
each princess reached one hand to grasp the hard cock of her escort, now
free of his formal attire, and the other to the bare pussy of the princess
beside her.  Each prince busied himself with his princesse's soft, white
boobs, massaging them gently while his lips sucked eagerly on her lovely
pink tits.

   On the throne above the homecoming queen spread her long, lovely legs as
the king positioned his scepter at her gates.  The band broke into the CMS
fight song as the king pressed the head of his rock hard cock into the
delightful sheath of her wet, warm pussy.  On the dais below, her
homecoming court had arranged itself into a boy-girl circlet completely
surrounding the throne, composed of lovely feminine lips encircling cocks
while masculine tongues teased slick pussies and thrust amazingly far up
inside hungry cunts.  The crowd roared in approval.

   A regretful groan went up trough the court as lawyer Oxford paused the
video.  "And how did your daughter's public display make you feel, Mr
Fontaine?"

   "I was mortified.  So was my wife.  This was not the kind of behavior we
expected from the little girl we raised into a proper young lady.  We
walked out of that stadium and went home to bed."

   "No more questions.  Your witness."

   The GPS lawyer stood up and walked to the witness stand.

   "Sir, I'd like you to tell me more about the incident in the cafeteria."
The scene on the monitor changed, displaying once again the picture of
Debbie laid out in the center of six students, two steams of white semen
still hanging in mid air over her tits and hair.

   "Your lawyer stated that, 'the Program rules do not permit sexual
conduct between students.' Is that correct?"

   "Yes, I believe he did."

   "Would it surprise you to learn that sexual conduct of all kinds,
including multiple partner encounters like the one depicted in the exhibit,
take place on a daily basis throughout CMS without any objection from
students, staff, or parents?"

   "Well, I've heard some rumors about that kind of thing.'

   "Rumors?  I have here 15 sworn affidavits by school faculty, attesting
to a minimum of five other incidents in the cafeteria on the same day. 
Your honor, may I have these entered into evidence?  Only two of them
involved your daughter, by the way." A chuckle ran through the courtroom.

   "Your lawyer also stated that the conduct in question was a direct
violation of city and state health regulations.  Isn't that so?"

   "It certainly is."

   "These four affidavits from cafeteria personnel certify that they have
established cleaning procedures, agreed to by the appropriate heath
officials, to insure sanitary conditions are restored before the facilities
are used again for dining.  Were you aware of that fact?"

   "Well, I heard some rumors about that, too, but I don't work in the
school cafeteria."

   "No, Mr Fontaine, you do not.  But the people who do are very careful to
meet all the required health standards without interfering with student
sexual activities.  And you might be surprise to learn that they are
uniformly enthusiastic about the work they do."

   "Objection, your Honor."

   "Sustained.  Leave the testimony to the witness, council."

   "Now, let's talk about your daughter's performance at homecoming, Mr
Fontaine.  Can you identify this picture?" The monitors displayed the
outside of a football stadium.

   "Sure.  Those are the ticket booths at CMS stadium."

   "Please read the signs over any one of the ticked booths."

   "Warning.  The halftime show at homecoming involves pornographic sexual
activity of many kinds.  Parents of minor children are strongly cautioned.
Please do not attend the show if you object to such displays."

   "Thank you Mr Fontaine.  And did you see these signs when you entered
the stadium at homecoming?"

   "Well, I suppose we must have.  But you see stuff like that everywhere
these days, and a certainly didn't expect my little girl to be doing the
things she did up there." At the defense table, Deborah blushed.

   "Mr Fontaine, did you see any of the advertising on television or in the
local newspapers prior to the CMS homecoming game?

   "Sure.  What about it?"

   "Are you aware that all of the advertising specifically promised
explicit sexual displays by the homecoming court at halftime?

   "Mr Fontaine?

   "Your Honor, will you please direct the witness to answer the question?"

   "Oh all right.  Yes.  We saw those horrible commercials.  That doesn't
mean we thought it was all right for Deborah to do those things."

   "So what was the attendance like at CMS stadium on homecoming night?"

   "How should I know?"

   "Would you say the stadium was sold out?"

   "I guess it might have been."

   "Would it surprise you to learn that every seat was sold within 24 hours
of the first ticket going on sale, and that scalpers were receiving up to
$500 per ticket for a Middle School football game?"

   Mr Fontaine didn't reply.

   "No?  Well, let's see what your daughter has to say about that.  Your
Honor, my client would like to question her father."

   "Objection, your Honor.  Miss Fontaine is not a member of the bar and is
not qualified to conduct cross examination."

   "Very true, council.  But she is a party to this action and as such she
has the right to confront the plaintiff.  I'll allow it."

   Most of the spectators in the crowded courtroom were wearing suits and
dresses.  Deborah looked out of place in what appeared to be a black
graduation gown.  She stood up and walked across the room to where her
father was waiting.  All eyes followed this beautiful young girl whom they
had so recently seen performing the most amazing sex acts.  Deborah
stopped, gazed at her father for a moment, then unzipped the gown and let
it fall to the floor, standing completely nude before him.

   "Your Honor!  This is outrageous!  Are you going to allow a display like
this in your courtroom?"

   Bang, bang, bang!  "Order!  I will have order in this room or I will
clear the court.  The excited conversation died down.

   "Now, young lady, what exactly do you think you are doing?"

   "May it please the court, your Honor," Debbie's lawyer said, "My client
has a right under the adolescent sexual standards of conduct statute to
voluntary nudity in public facilities, including this courtroom.  She
simply wants to confront her father about the issue in question, his
insistence on restricting her God-given sexuality.  If this court is
looking for truth, there is no better way to find it."

   Debbie gazed solemnly up at the judge as a blush spread from her cheeks
down her chest.  Judge Rogers was struggling manfully to keep his eyes on
hers.  "Er...  well...  this is highly irregular.  Very well, I'll allow
it. Keep in mind, young lady, you can ask questions but you can't give
testimony.  You haven't been sworn and you have to stop talking if there's
an objection, until I can make a ruling.

   "And by the way," he added with a wink at Debbie, "it does please the
court."

   Debbie gave him a beaming smile and a bead of sweat broke out on the
judge's brow.  She turned her gaze back to her father.

   "Daddy?" They regarded each other silently for a moment.

   "Yes baby?" Her father replied at last.

   "Daddy, do you love me?" she asked in a tiny voice.  Like the judge, her
father was struggling to keep his eyes on hers.

   "Of course I do, pumpkin.  I love you the way a father is supposed to
love his little girl." He faltered, and his gaze dropped for a moment
substantially below her neck.

   "Daddy, do you think I'm pretty?" Mr Fontaine did not reply.  He shifted
uncomfortably in his chair.

   "I never thought I was pretty, daddy.  Nobody ever told me I was.  You
never told me, daddy.  But this year I found out something, daddy.  I found
out that when I take my clothes off and show off my body, lots of people
think I'm pretty.  Boys want me, daddy.  They want to look at me.  They
want to touch me.  They want to fuck me, daddy.  Do you know how that makes
me feel?" Walt Fontaine dropped his eyes and gave a little shake of his
head.

   "It makes me feel wonderful, daddy.  Look at me, daddy."

   "Daddy, do you like what you see?" Debbie was still gazing steadily at
him.

   "Remember, sir, you're under oath," intoned her lawyer from the
plaintiff's table.

   Every eye in the courtroom was riveted on the slender form of a
breathtakingly beautiful young girl as she approached the witness stand. 
Her dark hair fell over her soft, white shoulders.  Her slender arms
dangled beside the feminine curve of her waist and flared out in two round
globes of a developing bubble butt.  Her long, coltish legs joined them,
leaving a lovely gap between her thighs though which could be seen the
plump outer lips of her shaven young pussy.

   "Daddy?

   "Daddy, do you want to fuck your little girl?"

   Mr Fontaine looked like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming
18 wheeler with it's air horn sounding.  He made an unintelligible, choking
noise.

   "I think you do." Debbie reached out and wrapped her hand around a huge
rod inside her daddy's pants.  "This says you do, daddy.  Daddy, fuck your
little girl."

   "Objection!  Objection!  Your Honor!  This has gone far enough!"

   "Just hold on, Oxford," Walter Fontaine said as he recovered his self
control.  "I'll let you know when it's gone far enough." An outburst of
laughter rolled through the courtroom.  Deborah began to pump her fist up
and down on her daddy's rampant shaft.  He spread his legs apart as his
daughter sank to her knees in front of the witness chair.  The judge leaned
forward for a better view as the 15 year old beauty unzipped her father's
trousers and pulled out his stiff cock.  She move her face closer, plunging
her chin deep into the pubic hair at the base of his shaft.  The tip of her
tongue emerged from her lips and touched the skin below the bottom of his
testicle sack, then slowly and deliberately began to run it fully up the
outside of his shaft until her lips reached the head of his cock.  The
courtroom held its breath.

   Mr Fontaine placed one hand firmly on the back of his daughter's head.
She parted her lips and he pushed the tip of his cock slightly into her
waiting mouth.  Debbie sucked him inside with all her newfound talent,
desperate not to lose her one chance to get her family back.  When she felt
him thrust forward deep into her mouth she knew she had her victory.

   Debbie's bobbing head obscured part of what was going on from the view
of most of the spectators.  Then Mr Fontaine grabbed two fistfuls of his
daughter's dark curls and raised her from her knees.  He pulled her to him
and kissed her deeply, oblivious to the taste of pre-cum lingering on her
tongue.  "Sit on my lap," he demanded.

   Debbie reached down between their bodies and grasped the magnificent
daddy cock still slick with her saliva, raised it to her dripping slit, and
did as her daddy told her.  Even with all her practice in the last five
months, Debbie was still unable to take more than the head of her daddy's
huge cock on the first thrust.  She raised her legs and planted both feet
on the chair beside his hips, then she began a rhythmic bouncing motion
that drove her pussy down ever farther over her daddy's cock, much to the
satisfaction of the onlookers.

   "oh...  oh...  oh...  uh,uh,uh," came her delighted little squeaks. 
"Daddy...  daddy, daddy!  DADDY!  Oh!  Daddy!  Fuck me daddy!  Fuck me! 
Fuck me!  Fuck me Daddy!!!" Debbie was frantically slamming herself up and
down on the full length of her father's rigid cock now.

   Walter loved his little girl.  He had always loved his little girl.  But
he had never loved his little girl the way he loved her now.  He knew he
should hold back, wait for her orgasm, give her the kind of memory she
deserved of their first joyous coupling, but he was lost in the delight of
the wet velvet pocket between Deborah's pretty legs and he could no more
hold back the onrushing gusher of silvery cum than he could stop a freight
train with his big toe.  It burst out of his cock head and flooded into his
little girl's depths like a cannon shot of molten iron.  Then a miracle
happened.

   With a squeal of delight Debbie thrust herself down on her daddy's
spasming cock and rocketed to the heights of her own explosive orgasm. 
Together, father and daughter froze in the pinnacle of physical delight as
they gifted the entire courtroom with a lifelong erotic memory.  They hung
there in silence, their bodies rigid and trembling as the seconds ticked by
and their minds reached places unknown to those of mortal race.  The awed
spectators could only look on in wonder and wait to see if there could be
an end to such spectacular joy.

   Because we are less than gods, the end finally came.  Father and
daughter collapsed in each other's arms as they cuddled together on the
witness stand.  Neither had the strength to stir, nor did any spectator
presume to disturb their divine afterglow.

   At last, after what seemed many minutes, Debbie's mother rose from her
seat at the plaintiff's table and walked unsteadily to where her daughter
was now perched on her father's left leg, her arms tightly around his neck,
her breathing soft and steady.  She regarded them lovingly, then sank
slowly to her knees just as her daughter had a moment (or a lifetime) ago.
She gently kissed her husband's flaccid member, then turned her head and
began passionately licking her daughter's dripping pussy.

   At the defense table, the GPS lawyer stood up.  "May it please the
court. My client would like to withdraw all objection to the restoration of
sexual privileges to her parents, Mr and Mrs Fontaine.  Is that correct,
Deborah?"

   She opened her eyes, glanced at her mother's face buried between her cum
covered thighs, and said, "Totally, dude!"





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