(Peter Pan) Harper Valley Chapter 1

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Author : Peter Pan


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1. Forget Harper Valley

I’m still in shock. Major league, brain-cell frying
disorientation type shock! Fact is, I have now a whole
new slant on the education system or at least, the home
education system. Problem is, I now have to make one
crucial decision.

It would doubtless come as no surprise to all but the
voluntarily cloistered few, that at some stage or
other, the average father looks at his daughter or
daughters and thinks... "yummy!" Many, I am sure (and
you can count me in here!) reflect beyond the "yummy"
stage to the "what if?" stage or if, like mine they are
just too cute for their own good – the "gotta do
something about this" stage!

Given the facts as laid out in an earlier tale
(published elsewhere) "It Came Upon a Midnight Clear,"
one can see that any such contemplation was
circumstantially grounded by "opportunity" which
ultimately opened up a new family-career path.

A while back now, the co-ed High School my daughters
attend, held one of their regular parent/teacher
nights. One fronts-up to a regular procession of Math,
History, English and Science lecturers who not that
long ago would never have made it past the first
interview for a teaching position. They drone on about
the importance of assessments, percentile bands, re-
vamped syllabuses and vocational guidance, while you
sit there thinking "What a fucking idiot!"

Once in a while I have broken up the drudgery by asking
them if they know what a pteranadon or an archaeopterix
is - never yet found one who did - science professors
included!

However I digress. Between appointments for specific
teachers I found myself chatting to other parents while
Jenna was talking to her girlfriends. One such
conversation began after a father, a little younger
than myself, had been watching Jenna for a while before
speaking to me,

"You have a very pretty daughter you know."

Deciding not to punch him out then and there, I was on
the verge of saying "Yeah, and I wouldn’t mind fucking
yours either," when I realised he may not have had one.
So I just said "Uh-huh, thanks. Yep, she is a little
sweetheart."

At that moment a rather cute little blonde sidled up to
him and muttered,

"Be another ten minutes dad."

We got to talking and comparing notes. Michelle I
discovered is in a grade above Jenna – they know each
other recognizably but have never spoken. I noticed
that her father levelled many a secondary glance at
Jenna before asking what struck me as a weird question.

"Does she get out much?"

Not entirely sure what he meant, I simply replied that
she goes out quite a bit with girlfriends. She has,
like most fifteen-year old girls at college, her own
little clique.

Well this guy – he introduced himself as Jerry Clarke -
was sure taken with the subject of young girls, he must
have singled out at least half a dozen in the room for
some personal comment or other.

Suddenly from way left field, "Ever thought of "doing
it" with a girl that age?" he whispered.

"Yeah," I replied, "And the twenty years hard labor
afterwards." I added.

"Not necessarily," was the cryptic response.

Right then, his number was called and his daughter
collected him. Before he left, he asked if I’d like to
have a cappuccino with him at the local mall the
following Saturday morning. Having no particular reason
not to... I agreed.

I don’t think I’ll ever see a cappuccino in quite the
same way again.

It didn’t take him long to get back on his topic of
choice... young girls. I wondered if he was compiling a
University thesis. Somehow we got on to the subject of
what a tease they can be (as if I hadn’t noticed)...
the need to spank them sometimes (now that was a
subject close to my heart!)

But it was at the point he asked me once again, if I
had ever thought of doing anything with any of my
daughters (or their friends) that my ears pricked up
(not just my ears either!) Thinking it best not to
mention my one slight straying from the path of
righteousness, I merely said that I had "thought" of
doing lots of things... what father hadn’t if they are
honest?

He persisted. "If you had the opportunity though...
would you?"

"Depends on the opportunity," I answered honestly.

He looked around the coffee bar almost furtively.

"What would you say if I told you there were quite a
few fathers locally who held these "parties" where
young girls – their daughters included, had a whole lot
of "fun!"

"I’d want the address," I replied, wondering where the
hell this was heading.

Jerry then went on to explain that he was part of a
circle of parents, almost all of them at my daughter’s
school, who held these bi-weekly parties on a rotation
system and at which a condition of entry was that
"after a preliminary induction" every father wishing to
go, must bring his own daughter. I asked the obvious
question... "What about the mothers?" His reply of "Oh,
several girls are taken by both parents," just blew me
away! It also sent my imagination into hyperdrive.

"So you’re telling me girls from what? thirteen or
fourteen upwards, are stripped and made to have sex
with other men while their moms and dads watch???"

"Not made to," he said. "They are more than willing and
its not just with the other fathers – they have sex
with their own dads as well, sometimes their moms too.
That PTA night we met, at least five of those girls
there attend these parties regularly."

Convinced he was joshing, I just mentioned that I had
to go as I had a fair few things to attend to.

"Well?" he said, "You want to at least come and have a
look?"

Curious beyond belief, I said "Sure... when... where?
But I’m not bringing any daughter."

"No, that’s fine," he replied, "No-one does the first
time they go. The next party is today week. Don’t have
the venue yet, ’ll call you."

With that, he left. I had two more cappuccinos!

Jerry rang me the following weekend and made
arrangements to pick me up just after lunch. My kids
were all out doing other things which worked in well.
There was always the cell phone if anyone needed me.

Some fifteen minutes north of my home is "Millionaire’s
Row" as it is colloquially known. An exclusive suburb
best described as semi rural. Multiple adjoining
five/ten acre blocks each with room for a decent
airstrip. Three million might just buy you the cheapest
homestead up there. A few of the girls from the college
lived up thataway I knew, having taken both Jenna and
Kylie there for the odd birthday party. Privacy
certainly wasn’t an issue in Windsor Hills.

Michelle was seated in the front with her Father and I
found the conversation somewhat heavy going, realising
that she must obviously be an active participant. What
do you say to a pretty sixteen-year old girl on her way
to a sex party? "Do you fuck here often?"

For her part, Michelle seemed as relaxed and normal as
any teenager on her way to the shopping mall. She
smiled at me when I got in and was chatting away to her
dad the whole trip. Dressed in a hot little skirt and
top, I wondered if that was some kinda "uniform" they
were all expected to wear?

As Jerry pulled into a drive-way, I had my first
coronary. I knew the place – it was one of the houses
I’d brought Kylie to a few months earlier. Several
hundred yards long, the drive gave way to a tree’d
courtyard where ten or eleven vehicles, mainly 4-wheel
drive monstrosities, were arrogantly clustered about
the main entrance. Jerry backed-up between two huge
pine-trees and the three of us exited. Michelle was
holding her father’s hand I noticed.

We were welcomed by a man who I recalled as hosting the
birthday party I had brought my daughter to. He
obviously recognised me too. When introduced by Jerry
he said "We’ve met before haven’t we?" I nodded.

Inside, we were ushered-in to an enormous room they
could have staged the seventy-sixth Oscars presentation
in. Tables were scattered about with nibblies, drinks
and what have you, while a dozen or so groups of chairs
were clustered around the wall. It's what was on the
chairs caught my eye. Girls! – handpicked pretty ones
by the look of it.

Some looked to me to be pushing teen-age, most I would
guess were of Jenna or Kylie’s vintage... fifteen to
sixteen. The greater majority were in short skirts, but
a few had on nice dresses and others were wearing tight
jeans with mid-riff tops. Of greatest concern, I
recognised a couple of girls from Jenna’s grade – God,
does she actually know about all this I wondered?

As Jerry had mentioned, there were indeed a few mothers
seated with their daughters and I counted at least
three sets of what were obviously husbands and wives.
Perhaps most staggering was the fact that all these
people were basically middle to upper class families,
absolutely none of whom would you be expecting to see
at such a venue.

Mind you at this juncture, I had still no idea what
exactly the program for the afternoon’s festivities was
likely to be. But for the young girls, It looked for
all the world like an up-market Tupperware party about
to kick-off.

I noticed one or two men who like myself appeared to be
unaccompanied and who were standing uneasily along the
far wall, either with a friend or smiling at whoever
glanced at them.

Wondering how this was going to "begin" as such, and at
that stage, people were still coming in – ostensibly
men, accompanied by one or two girls who presumably
were their daughters... I noticed a couple of girls
leave their seats and cross to other small groups. One
cute little brunette, she couldn’t have been much more
than fourteen, went and sat herself down on another
man’s lap while he was talking to a young woman in her
thirties. He put his arm around her, said something I
couldn’t hear, then kissed her on the lips. The woman
took hold of the girl’s hand and smiled at her.

"Pretty isn’t she?"

I was jolted out of my reverie. "Her name is
Chantelle," Jerry continued, "That man is her best-
friend’s father. If you look over there," he inclined
his head to the far side of the room, where the girl
had been sitting, "That’s her best friend Nadia,
sitting on Chantelle’s dad’s knee."

Other girls now appeared to be moving around the room,
several fathers too, leaving their own daughters and
heading off to their chosen quarry. Not all though, one
man I noticed across from us and who had just walked
in, began kissing the girl he had brought. She was
responding with quite some passion.

I caught Jerry’s attention and pointed out the
couple... "Are they..." He anticipated my question.

"Yes, that’s his daughter Brittany. Isn’t she hot?"

"Hot" didn’t cover it by a long shot. In one of the
tightest and shortest skirts on offer there, as she
stood on tip-toe to kiss her father, his hand dropped
to her bottom and began just rubbing it affectionately.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing... .but I wanted
to see more!

Michelle I noticed, had left her dad too and was over
with a small group to our left. A man in his late
thirties had his arm around her as they chatted. My
mouth was drying up, no doubt about it.

I turned my head. Occasionally you see something you
have difficulty in accepting, however much you might
want it to be happening. I was having one such
epiphany! As little Chantelle sat on her friend’s
father’s lap, the woman who had been holding her hand
began surreptitiously pushing the girl’s skirt up. She
then slipped her hand right up between her legs and it
looked to me like she was rubbing her panties. The man
said something to her as the girl wriggled noticeably.

There was something clearly wriggling in my own
trousers at this stage.

Both of them were now intently involved with the little
brunette. The woman eased Chantelle around until she
was straddling the man... obviously her husband. For
his part he was now not only kissing her but had one
hand up under her top and by the look of it, was
fondling her tiny breasts. His wife pulled the girl’s
skirt higher and was openly now rubbing her hard
between her legs through her fully exposed dark blue
knickers, her arms encircling the girl’s waist and
hips. The girl appeared to be murmuring something I
couldn’t hear what.

Brittany’s father had been joined by a second man. As
the girl French-kissed her father, the other man stood
behind her, kissing her neck and bringing his hands up
under her arms to commence fondling her breasts. The
father said something to him, after which he stopped
fondling her but reached down and taking hold of her
hips, began easing her skirt upwards.

I noticed Brittany clearly pushing back with her bottom
into the man’s crotch which although I could not see
from the front, must obviously have had something there
she liked. By the time her panties were exposed, I was
needing a paramedic.

Variations on these themes were being played out all
over the room. Girls were being kissed, fondled... even
tickled, wall to wall. One girl I noticed in a hot
little blue dress, was lying on a guy she had pushed
back on one of the lounges and he had his hands all
over her as she openly rubbed herself on him while he
kissed her.

Jerry I noticed had headed off to his daughter’s group
where Michelle was now seated between two men, one of
which had another girl who looked to be very young
indeed, sitting prettily on his knee. I couldn’t see
what, if anything was being done to either of them.

Such was not the case with Chantelle’s friend Nadia
however. I stared open-mouthed as Michelle’s father
undid her top, removed it and then pulled the girl’s
bra straps down her arms, fully revealing the sexiest
pair of little nipples which he began to suck in
earnest – first one side, then the other.

The girl looked across to her own father who smiled
back at her obviously fully approving. He was busy
enough himself, helping a young red-head divest herself
of her light green panties. For the girl’s part, she
appeared to have her hand inside his zipper and she
definitely wasn’t looking for a Malteser!

At one of the small groups further along the far wall,
two men and a woman were intent on watching the
progress of two young blonde girls who were being
encouraged to kiss one another while one was having her
jeans pulled down and the other, her skirt pushed up.
Obviously the mother of one of them, the woman was
helping out with the jeans while another man was
whispering something to her as he fondled her breasts.

Just away to my right, another cute little blonde who I
recognised as Brianna – one of Jenna’s class friends
and who comes over to our place once in a while, was
being stripped by a tall man who I knew was definitely
not her father. He had her down to her bra and panties
and was in the process of unhooking her front clasp. I
figured I may as well start somewhere. Brianna knew I
was there, so I may as well do something! Besides, I
thought she was the hottest little thing the first time
Jenna invited her over.

As I approached, the man looked up – I don’t think he
had planned on any assistance. Brianna though smiled at
me.

"Hello Mr. Baker... you haven’t been to any of these
parties before have you?" I shook my head.

"No... and nor should you have missy." I teased her.
She gave the sexiest little smile.

As the man unhooked her and exposed her breasts, he
simply said "Name’s Chris," and offered his hand. I
took it, gave my name and turning back to Brianna asked
the dumbest of questions. "Would you let me pull those
panties down sweetie?" Even Chris looked at me like not
all of my dogs were barking.

I think she was the first one to get nude... and boy
was it worth it! Beautiful little figure, curvy hips,
firm breasts with "suck-me-before-you-do-anything-else
nipples. Chris beat me to it on that score. But the
real prize lay there fully exposed now. Cutest little
pussy surrounded by wispy blonde hair that formed a
delicate protective triangle just a little higher up.

I had such a hard-on... mainly because I was
unavoidably imagining seeing my own daughters being
stripped the same way. God what would I have given at
that moment to see that?

I dropped to my knees and nuzzled little Brianna’s
pussy with my face. She was making all sorts of funny
little noises – when I licked her, she made a whole lot
more.
"Let’s fuck her," said Chris, somewhat indelicately I
thought, pulling her over to a spare lounge. Still, you
couldn’t fault the man’s logic.

I looked around... and felt more chest pains! Several
girls were down to their last stages of clothing...
..most notably their panties. Funny how men like to
leave that till last isn’t it? The two blonde girls
that had been kissing were now separated and seated on
two guy’s knees besides one another. One girl had a
hand in her panties, the other was being held by the
arms while another man was attempting to pull her
knickers off.

Her mother was otherwise engaged with some girl’s
father who, having gotten her down to just her
knickers, was sucking her breasts one at a time and
generating some serious moans. I would have kept
watching but there was too much going on. Nadia was
naked and being pushed backwards on the carpet as
Chantelle’s father continued to kiss her.

Chantelle herself was in a far more interesting
position. The man had his cock out while Chantelle lay
full length on his wife, clad now only in her undies.
It looked to me like the woman was rubbing the girl's
breasts with her own while her husband had two vaginal
options immediately open to him (as it were) Doubtless
he took both.

Chris meanwhile had had all the fun so far with Brianna
– I figured it was my turn. Getting him to sit in a
spare chair, I got him to hold her front-on to me with
her legs spread. He was happily occupied fondling her
breasts while I licked her several more times. Brianna
was moaning by then and if I had been a girl, I
probably would have been too – in anticipation! She had
her legs spread to the limit and was fully prepped I
have to say.

I didn’t so much get my cock out as "unchain it." I’m
not that big, but there again, I never had a solitary
complaint. Placing the head at her very wet vaginal
entry, I reckon I showed remarkable restraint in not
simply raping her stupid. Fact is, I wanted her to
enjoy it as much as me.

As I pushed in, I felt the tightness of her young pussy
despite the fact it had obviously borne considerable
in-bound traffic in recent times. So tight in fact was
she, it felt like I was entering a ten-year old – no
wonder I came so quickly! She was wriggling about on
Chris’s lap, pushing forward with her little hips and
completely given over to it. The old maxim "They don’t
make ‘em like they used to," never carried less
relevance.

It was then Chris’ turn. It was at this juncture –
holding her on my knee, feeling her hot little curvy
ass, fondling her breasts and kissing her neck, sweet-
smelling blonde hair full in my face and seeing Chris’
cock enter her, that I realised I was seeing all this
happen to Jenna and Kylie. Try as I might, I could not
shake the image.

After Chris filled her again (he wasn’t much slower
than me) Brianna lay against me breathing heavily and
looking every inch a happily fucked teenager. Another
father was walking over to us so I gave her a kiss and
told her I’d see her before I went. Time to move on.

Approaching Jerry’s little group I was staggered to see
Michelle down on her knees, still in her skirt and
panties however and French kissing an obviously younger
girl with rather cute pigtails. A man was positioning
himself behind Michelle and as I watched, pulled her
skirt up over her hips and then pushed her panties
aside and began to finger her deeply while extricating
a rather large erection with his now free hand. Jerry,
watching proceedings closely, leant over and whispered
something to his daughter that sounded like "Let him
fuck you hard baby," but I could be wrong.

As I neared, he stood up and said to me,

"Well, I see you weren’t being too shy with some of the
guests?" I told him I knew the girl.

"Well then, all the better," he added.. "It’s more fun
when you know them isn’t it?... just that little bit
naughtier. Her father’s over there you know," saying
which he indicated towards the huge bay window where a
rather well built youngish-looking man had a very nice-
looking dark-haired girl down on her knees, sucking him
like there was no tomorrow. Something about her
submissive pose was just soo hot, I wanted to feel her
lips affording me the same pleasure. Oddly, she was
still dressed, although he had one hand down her top
fondling what was quite obviously as hot a pair of tits
as you could have found in the room.

I glanced back at Brianna. The "replacement" was
kissing her greedily while she was kneeling there,
wanking him hard. I watched as he came in a sudden hot
and unbroken stream, all over her breasts, nipples and
face. I knew I could never see Brianna again... at our
place especially, without full recall of this
incredible moment.

Michelle now was being comprehensively fucked. Jerry
had his cock out and was wanking furiously as he
watched his daughter’s hot little pussy being abused
stupid by the man. She was handing him maximum
penetration by pushing back at each thrust... if you
can believe it, the guy was making more noise than she
was! I left them to it.

Whilst most every girl in the room was pretty much nude
at this stage and if not moaning from the attention
being received, sitting on the floor breathless or
leaning against a parent’s legs recovering, there was
at the far end of the room I noticed, a decidedly odd
couple.

Father and daughter quite obviously by virtue of common
features, she was sitting rather demurely in a chair,
hands folded in her lap while her father perched on the
arm of the chair, one arm protectively around his
daughter’s waist. A totally incongruous scene given the
nature of the entertainment. I walked over to them.

The girl looked up as I approached. Very attractive
(her father was a good looking man also) with fine
features – some Italian or Spanish blood in there I
would guess. Dark hair beautifully groomed and set off
with two small pieces of red ribbon that really made
her look pretty. She had on a very tasteful knee length
skirt and what might have been a cashmere top. With the
very light but subtle make-up she was wearing, the girl
looked older than she obviously was.

I was wondering why they had set themselves apart. Was
he unwilling to allow her to take an active part (I
could well understand that). Was she shy? Was he? As if
reading my thoughts, the man proffered a hand. "George
Coombs, this is my daughter Larissa." I wasted no time
retrieving her hand and kissing it.
"Just watching all this" he continued, "We have never
attended any of these "parties" (he hesitated before
selecting the word) before. Are you here with your
daughter?"

Having introduced myself, I explained that it was my
first time also and that I was here by invitation.

"What brought you here?" I asked.

"Well actually, Larissa is a good friend of one of the
girls over there... he pointed in Michelle’s direction.
She knew about these parties and wanted to come and see
for herself." Larissa blushed and dug her father in the
ribs.

"Dad!!!," she muttered. I felt like kissing her.
Actually I felt like doing a lot more than that.

"Do you have any daughters?" she asked me.

"Yep... three actually," I told her. Fifteen, sixteen
and nineteen.

"Larissa is almost seventeen," George interjected. "Are
you going to bring any of yours to the next party?"

I wondered if he was planning on making a booking, but
said,

"Haven’t decided and anyway, I’m not sure any of them
would want to come?" I replied.

Larissa looked up... "Have you um, you know... with any
of the girls here?"

Obviously my performance with Brianna had been obscured
or they had been watching other frenetic activities at
the time. Nevertheless, I thought I’d be truthful.

"Just one... that little blonde girl over there by the
table." I pointed across the room. "She is a friend of
my daughter and I know her quite well."

"Oh, that’s Brianna," said Larissa blushing again... "I
know her too, we play in the same District Netball
team."

I had immediate visions of Larissa in one of those
hotter than hot short little Netball skirts and top,
her hot breasts. (such that I could see of them, and I
really was trying) jiggling as she shot for goal.

Just close to us, a half-undressed girl was seated on a
man and was starting to let him feel her up. He had one
hand up now between her legs. It was so damned
arousing, I turned to Larissa (I had been crouching the
far side of her chair) and just kissed her. She made no
attempt to withdraw or even deflect my lips. I kissed
her harder and then realising what I was doing, I
stopped.

"Sorry George, don’t know what got into me. Its just
the heat of the moment... and lets face it, there’s a
lot of heat round here."

"No, it's OK," he said, "So long as Larissa doesn’t
mind... I’m OK with it!"

I looked at her... .."You really don’t mind me doing
that?"

"I should," she teased, "But you’re nice, so it's OK!"

My erection was instant. "Nice?" Oh God, How I wanted
to be nicer!

I stood up and put out my hand to her. I must have
looked like I was asking her to dance but she seemed to
read me and knew what I wanted. She got up and let me
sit in the chair. I pulled her back down into a sitting
position on my lap. George was quite obviously a keen
observer now.

Looking at a beautiful girl sitting in a chair and
having her sitting on you, are way different
experiences let me assure you. She was young, warm,
cuddly, sweet-smelling... something about her reminded
me of my daughter Kylie... Goddamn I’m a sick man!

There will be readers out there who understand exactly
what I mean when I say that one of the sexiest things
about a girl is her hair. Its scent, its texture, its
very femininity. As I nuzzled Larissa, really quite
lovingly, her hair fell against my face and captivated
my rising emotions.

I ran my hand through the lower curls and kissed her
neck. Ingest all the alcohol you want, no amount can
affect the senses like having a young girl sitting on
you with your arms around her waist, feeling her
natural heat and knowing that whether you elect to move
your hands north or south its all good news.

Larissa was beginning to respond simply to my nuzzling
her, holding her tight and having her neck kissed. Her
father leant down and muttered something to her but I
couldn’t hear what it was... I think my heartbeat was
drowning out the conversation. Whatever else was going
on in the room, I really wasn’t interested.

She must have been able to feel my erection beneath her
bottom but gave no sign that she had. The good news
was... that it didn’t bother her obviously. I kissed
her harder... further round under her ears now and she
was responding dramatically. Making all sorts of
pleasurable noises, I risked moving one hand upwards
and just allowed the merest contact with the lower side
of her left breast.

She just made a sound like "Ohhhh" and inclined her
pretty face towards me. I kissed her full on the lips
and she just melted. I must be honest, I felt like a
young kid with his first girlfriend and her presence
was radically affecting me. I think I was having a
majorly strong effect on her too. I raised both hands
and cupped her breasts.

This time, a clear "Ohhhhhh." As I began to very gently
fondle her through her top I could see her father
watching and quite obviously not minding. That made it
all the hotter. I whispered to her, "Larissa, you are
just so beautiful, I hope you don’t mind me doing
this." She shook her head slightly and turned towards
me with those wonderfully soft and very lightly glossed
lips.

Having the most perfectly sited aspect down her
shoulders, the curves of her breasts stood out clearly.
I began to undo her two top buttons which immediately
ceded the view of her cleavage. She had on a pretty and
somewhat frilly blue bra that suggested I was dealing
here with some perfectly formed 32 inch, B-cupped
breasts that made me want to get her pregnant
immediately. I slipped a hand down inside her right cup
and gently rubbed her nipple.

She closed her eyes, moaned and held my hand against
her soft skin with her own hand. Her nipples were very
erect and the more I manipulated them the more she
responded with soft moans and wriggles. Her father I
imagine must have been suffering an erection of the
crippling kind, I could only imagine what I would have
been feeling watching him doing this to Jenna.

Gradually lowering my left hand to her lap, I
deliberately applied pressure where I knew her hot
little mound must be residing below that skirt. After a
couple of such probings I felt her legs spread just the
slightest. She was looking at me with not a little
urgency just as girls do when you have them so
expectantly hot and bothered. I laid my hand flat in
her lap and pushing downwards with my palm, could
clearly feel the lower abdomen as it curves towards
that most private of areas. My fingers reached the
precipice and arrowed downwards, pressing inwards –
right dead center.

The girl clung to me and arched her back as one hand
maintained its light hold of her right breast, just
caressing and fondling, the other probing her deeply as
I negotiated, albeit through her skirt, that hottest of
places where is generated such heat. As I kissed her, I
whispered how much I wanted and desired her. Her groans
evidenced her own needful complicity.

George was being a naughty boy and undoing more of his
daughter’s buttons. We slipped the cashmere top off
leaving her lying against me, with just that little bra
affording some modesty. She gasped as her father pulled
her right bra strap down... the least I could do was
help with the left one. As both her breasts were slowly
uncovered and her dark but fairly small nipples
exposed, he leant across and kissed his own daughter
hard on the lips.

Having some concern for my now irregular heartbeat, I
hoped I would see this through to its conclusion,
whatever that might possibly, be without the need for a
defibrillator.

I slipped my right hand up under her skirt and pulled
the hem up past her knees. Another "Ohhhhhh," but no
resistance! Placing my hand on her beautiful thigh, I
slowly encircled the soft skin and moved upwards. As I
approached her panties, Larissa was really wriggling
her hips and becoming just so aroused. Whether she
could possibly be any further advanced than her father
or myself is open to speculation.

The heat factor as I allowed my fingers a first brush
of her panties was incredible. She moaned audibly and
quite subconsciously pushed forward with her hips.
Taking hold of her left leg, her father gently held her
right and we pulled her legs apart as far as the chair
would allow. With George’s help we tugged her skirt up
under her bottom and up past her hips, leaving her
matching blue knickers completely exposed. I could see
how wet she was and at the point I began rubbing her
slit through the soft material, she was one transported
young girl.

Speaking for myself, my erection was in danger of
snapping, such was its delicate and needful condition.
I slipped my hand inside her waistband. As my fingers
caressed for the first time, her beautiful pussy, her
moans increased in intensity. She began kissing her
father passionately and was quite unopposed to us
taking her bra off.

To say she was wet, would be a classic understatement –
she was awash! Nevertheless I began to caress her pussy
rhythmically, keeping to a circularised motion that
made sure the clitoris was being well stimulated. We
lifted her legs across the arms of the chair to give
maximum access. It was only then I noticed two other
men watching from not three paces away and wanking
furiously. It would have been an awesome sight from
their viewpoint.

Inserting two fingers suddenly into her pussy, she just
gasped and shook. The slightest probing further and I
made an interesting discovery. Larissa was still a
virgin. I could only fall back on logic and make the
assumption that this was now a condition she wished no
longer to maintain. If it was, she sure was going about
it the wrong way.

Her father was like-minded one assumes.

"Fuck her, go on, I want you to... Larissa wants it
too." I heard him half stammering, scarce able to
believe himself I think, what he was saying.

While fingering her softly, I leant down to her and
whispered, "Larissa, would you let me make love to you?
I will be really gentle if you can trust me."

She looked up at me, her beautiful dark brown eyes
almost pleading and just nodded.

With her legs spread as they were, there was no need to
remove her panties. They were such skimpy little
things, so slim down the center, her pussy was fully
visible from both sides anyway. I release my caged
erection and knelt between her legs. Her point of entry
pretty much right on the edge of the chair by now and
it couldn’t have been easier.

Although unshaven, the hair surrounding her slit was
neither rampant or thick... merely an exquisite natural
frame which was never likely to need a razor. It was to
me the prettiest little pussy I had laid eyes on and in
its refined naturalness - just the biggest turn-on.

"Be careful with her please," said George. He needn’t
have spoken.

Being as wet as she was, was an enormous plus, for both
of us. She absolutely gasped as I entered her, just
looking at me and transferring her own arousal to me...
as if I needed it.

At the point of reaching the hymen, I took hold of her
left hand with my right and continued to just push in
and out with only marginally increased pressure.
Although she would obviously have been able to feel the
obstacle, I don’t believe it was hurting her. She was
wriggling with pleasure which suggested her
"apprehension factor" was low.

I pushed in now with some little force and I felt her
wince. Knowing she was almost seventeen, and assuming
that like most normal girls she must masturbate
regularly, I assumed the hymen would be somewhat less
rigid these days and that one thrust might effect its
demise. Such was the case and as I crossed that new
frontier she let out a whimper but one that soon gave
way to extreme pleasure as I penetrated her deeply.

George, unable to restrain himself further
understandably, had his own cock out now and was
wanking in full view of his daughter who was now half
crying with pleasure.

"Ohhhhh, don’t stop," she begged.

Yeah right, like I was ever going to?

I suppose you would have to term it "an ejaculation,"
but what I managed undoubtedly was an eruption. As I
came in her, I felt her own orgasm which had been
building to a wondrous crescendo... We simply held each
other’s hand tightly and just let it happen.

[Landy]

Thanks for adding this, please make sure you credit the author where ever possible and ensure that all parts of the story complies with the forums rules.

[Stryfn1]

The 'Harper Valley' series is even available in book form.

[davesmistress]

Sounds like its going to be a verrrrry long story

Thanks for the addition

[Stryfn1]

I think it's 36 chapters long. I think it might have even been posted on this site once upon a time, long, long ago.

[bullitt]

CAn't wait for next parts please hurry

[starfight]

Alright, sorry for not being thorough enough in my search for the author.
i'll try harder next time.
If it's already on the board, i'll not continue this thread. but as i said before - i didn't find it via search-function.
Anyhow, here is Chapter 2

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2. Return to Harper Valley
All I can say is, if Larissa did have any plans on remaining a virgin for the return trip home, she was in for a major disappointment. Certainly it had never been her father’s intention, judging by the stream of hot cum he sprayed in his daughter’s face and which had her gasping, just seconds after I filled her beautiful pussy. Let’s face it, neither of them could have been that naïve, willingly attending a function where her school-friends were expected to be routinely fucked in parallel.

The two gentleman behind us who I mentioned had been wanking themselves into a frenzy earlier, had doubtless had their view of Larissa’s progress towards orgasm, obscured by my not inconsiderable contribution to the events at hand. Retracting from her now overly sensitive but de-virginized pussy, I retreated from the immediate vicinity, thus affording them an unobstructed view of her legs still at an angle of some one-sixty degrees up on the arms of the chair.

Larissa herself was simply lying back, emotionally drained and breathing hard Her father appeared to be in no hurry to invoke some degree of modesty for his daughter and was in fact now lightly caressing her breasts once more. The two men moved closer and obviously inspired by her naked and spread vulnerability, came together, shooting a significant quantity of cum all over her tummy, inner thighs and somewhat attractive vertical ingress. Larissa appeared stunned and just put her hand down between her legs, casually retrieving a sample as it ran down the face of her slit. George took her hand and coerced her to her rub it over her breasts. I heard her moan softly as she looked up at him quizzically.

“Why don’t you fuck her man?” said one of the observers. “I would, if she were my daughter!”

“C’mon dad,” Larissa was gazing up at him. “You can fuck me you know.”

I have commented on this phenomenon before. It is quite incredible how what you would term respectable and “good” girls can behave, when gripped by sexual passion. Things they would never think, let alone say, spill from their mouths at such times. I seriously doubt Larissa had ever uttered the word “fuck” in her life. Right now, that and the phrase “don’t stop” probably constituted her entire working vocabulary.

Whether at the men’s urgings or simply playing out his own (understandable) desires, George knelt between Larissa’s legs and wasted no time penetrating her. She gasped audibly and if possible spread a fraction wider. The two other fathers moved to either side of her and taking hold of a leg each just beneath her knees, held her so wide apart she could might been the subject of a gynaecological lecture for med students. They also took the opportunity of fondling and rubbing her breasts and nipples as George really undertook his main assault.

Larissa was just far and away out of it by now, murmuring “Ohh fuck me dad” intermittently. It was making me crazy to watch but I couldn’t have turned away if you had paid me. Even given that this followed on so closely to his earlier performance, I think George filled his daughter pretty much up to her chest cavity. Which of them was the more spent is open to conjecture. I was ready to fuck one of the pot-plants. I hadn’t even noticed, but I must have been stroking myself throughout the entire performance. Thank God for that earlier PTA evening!

Looking across the room momentarily, I saw Jerry’s daughter Michelle, sitting abstractedly on a woman’s lap of all things, watching her father fuck the life out of a really cute little blonde who was face-down on the carpet with a cushion up under her hips. Some guy was holding her arms steady and saying stuff to her. I had the impression it was her father. From the angle and distance I was, she appeared to have quite small breasts which Jerry was indulging himself with as he fucked her stupid.

As for Michelle herself, she had on now nothing but a pair of panties that the fully-dressed woman had one of her hands well down inside, as she whispered God only knows what into the girl’s ear. With her spare hand she was holding Michelle’s legs apart and quite obviously fondling her like a pro. Michelle’s breasts were also targeted for the occasional squeeze and fondle. Hard to say which of them was enjoying it more.

I was going to leave Larissa but she came marginally to life as I got up and said “Please don’t go yet.” So appealing was her request, I walked across to her, bent down and kissed her on the lips. She put her arms around my neck and said, “Let me sit on you.”

“Now that could be dangerous,” I said to her. She smiled the prettiest of smiles.

I sat in the chair and she more or less fell into my lap. I don’t suppose her legs were working all that well right about then. Retrieving her knickers she pulled them back up – she didn’t seem to worry about being topless.

“Well miss, are you going to let us have a turn?” said one of the fathers expectantly. I was going to tell him to “Fuck off” but Larissa turned her head to me, “Would you hold me while he does it?

Seeing as her father had temporarily wandered off – probably for medical supplies, I said “Alright, if you really want to let him have a turn?” I have to admit, the idea of seeing her fucked again wasn’t too big a burden for me to shoulder.

“Can we do it on the floor love?” he was asking, “On your knees sweetie?” (Has a virgin ever had to come so far so quickly I was thinking?)

Well I didn’t think much else could shock me. How wrong could I be?

Easing herself to the floor, she turned round and facing me, climbed back on my knees where she knelt on all fours, her bottom to the man. I know how hot she looked from my perspective, her extended cleavage now right in front of my eyes, God knows how it must have appeared from the rear-end view. The man wasted no time given the incentive before him. He pulled her panties down to her ankles and she kicked them off. Never losing eye-contact with me for one moment, she wriggled slightly as he put his hand up between her legs and pushed his fingers into her, exploring her pussy every which way. I hoped he liked it messy, with at least three men's cum in her already.

She opened her mouth in surprise as he eased his substantial erection into her, and none too softly judging by her expression. “Kiss me,” she pleaded as he began to work at his task. Without having to move in the slightest, I just met her lips and kissed her deeply. I don’t know if any reader has had the extreme pleasure of kissing a girl passionately while she is being fucked from behind – I certainly never had - but there is something unimaginably arousing about it. Her whole body being pushed forward with each thrust and her breasts in vibratory motion. The harder he fucked her, the more demanding she became of being kissed. The other man, who up until then had been smoothing his hands over her bottom while his friend penetrated her at will, was now beside her and began to fondle her breasts.

Inexplicably, I shoved his hands away and just said, “Don’t.” I surprised even myself.

It was obvious from her partner’s increasing urgency that he was nearing orgasm quickly. Larissa herself was moaning now between kisses, one hand around my neck holding me to her. I whispered softly, “Cum Larissa, cum while you’re kissing me.” She was pushing back on his hardness now and the man came in a vocally impressive display of sexual release. Right then Larissa shuddered the full length of her body. It was a doozy! Between her breasts I could see fresh cum trickling down her inner thighs. How hot she must have felt?

Before she had time to even get her breath, the other man waved his friend aside and took his place. Larissa’s eyes opened wide as he just pushed right up into her, causing her breasts to shake right in front of me.

“Can you take this sweetie?” I asked her. Incredibly, she nodded. She then put her left hand up between her legs and guided his appendage to where it was evidently a little more comfortable. I doubted lubrication was a problem. I think she was still feeling the effects of the last orgasm since she began shuddering and making such hot little noises almost immediately he penetrated her. Again she wanted to be kissed the whole time.

Considerably rougher than his friend, this guy just fucked her like a rabbit. No points for culture but he brought her (and himself) off in grand fashion. I have a sneaking suspicion that he also had his finger in her naughtiest enclave whilst mid-intercourse.

This time she had definitely had enough. I retrieved her bra and panties and she put them on. Only problem was, that just made her look sexier. I had other areas to go and monitor and (hopefully) other girls to “assist.” So like Brianna, I just gave her a kiss and promised to see her later. I noticed a couple of other men walking in her direction as I left. I wondered if she was up for it?

On my way across the room, I came across Larissa’s father seated behind another group, with a girl sitting on his lap with her back to him. She was quite nude and as happy as he was apparently, about the fact he had something interesting way up inside her. One hand encircled her, playing with both her breasts while she was rubbing her own pussy as he arched up into her. No wonder he had been in no rush to get back to his own daughter!

Heading towards the eastern side of the room, I nodded to Jerry in passing who evidently was recuperating between assaults. I then did a double-take….no, make that a triple-take! There before me, and not surprisingly with a small audience of former participants one presumes, judging by their scanty attire, was a couch containing an all-girl affair in motion. Central to the tableau, was the mother I saw earlier attending rather indecently to her own daughter’s panties, now attending even more indecently to a rather cute little redhead. The girl was on her knees on the couch actually sucking a slightly older girl’s nipples while the latter was playing with the redhead’s. For her part, the young mother, clad only in her undies, was occupied in licking Miss carrot-top’s pussy feverishly.

The girl was evidently enjoying the attention, wriggling her waist in pleasure. As I watched she must have cum because she stopped sucking the older girl, clutched at her own pussy and lay still just curled up in a semi-foetal position. The mother was then targeted by a couple of men who I imagine had plans aplenty for her, especially dressed as she wasn’t. They got no further than pulling her to her feet.

The ringing of a bell broke up the activities as everyone was asked to get dressed. There must have been some incredibly wet knickers under those skirts, dresses and jeans.

Coming evidently to a highly anticipated part of the afternoon’s get-together, everyone was herded into the center of the room where the host was speaking. Males and females were separated into two groups and it was only then that I could see the lopsided count. Some seventeen girls and women – at least twenty-five men. Quite obviously a stack of “inductees” like myself there, especially as a few fathers had brought either two daughters or a wife and a daughter.

Numbered cards were handed to everyone. I figured they were about to hold an auction and I wasn’t too far wrong. The host was continuing to explain procedure. After the women and girls were lined up along the far wall, all the men were asked to vote for one female. Those attracting the top three votes were to be taken to a bedroom each where, for a thirty minute period they had to submit to, and obey the demands unquestioningly of the men accompanying them. In the event of a tied third place, the host would pick the winner. Awesome concept I couldn’t help thinking!

I voted for Larissa, who I noticed was looking remarkably flushed and unsteady on her feet. I don’t think she’d had any respite since I left her. The votes were counted and the three girls called forward. The hottest looking little brunette you could imagine (I hadn’t even seen her yet) won, followed by Brianna, which was no surprise to me. Third-place was though….one of the girl’s mothers no less! A young looking and admittedly gorgeous blonde who obviously would have appealed to men preferring a more mature woman. It had never occurred to me that anyone would choose a woman in her thirties – however pretty, to a hot young teenie. I certainly wouldn’t have, but tastes differ, don’t they?

Each of the selected three then had to choose five men to accompany her upstairs, the little brunette taking out top place, having first choice. Of the five she chose by number, I wondered if one had been her dad?

Brianna was up next. I was willing her to see me! Either she liked slightly older men or I had performed her just how she liked it – but she chose me first. It was all I could do to restrain myself from punching the air and shouting “Yes!” Former partner Chris, missed out. Four other extremely lucky men didn’t!

The host detailed the remaining rules. Nothing permitted that might hurt or injure. No wandering from room to room (damn that one!) and everything which transpires during that thirty minute period to remain private and undisclosed. I wondered if that included getting her pregnant. That reminds me, these guys must all have an extremely clean bill of health as I didn’t see a solitary rubber used anywhere. As for pregnancy, maybe they only allow in girls during their “safe” period.

Danielle, the cute brunette, was packed off first, our group followed and “Ms maternal hotpants” (coz that’s what she had on) took up the rear. What everyone else did downstairs during this time, I have no idea – wishing they could come upstairs and watch I imagine?

The bedrooms were colossal, the beds too – I learned one thing though, you can do a hell of a lot to a girl in thirty minutes!

Brianna had on jeans and a midriff top, but not for long. Ordered on to the bed the instant the door was closed, the men demanded she show them her tits. Kneeling there, she pulled her top off and coyly pulled down her straps. A couple of men started wanking hard as her hot little nipples were exposed.

“Show us your bum Brianna,” was the next call. Can’t say as I minded that one either!

Turning round she stood up, undid her jeans and just eased them down teasingly. I think she had done this before. Just seeing those hot light pink panties was enough to get every voyeur in the room interested. Slipping her fingers beneath the waistband, she tugged them down just below her bottom and leaning forward wiggled her rear-end rather enticingly. Too enticingly for one dad. Dropping his duds he climbed on the bed, made her kneel there and wanked a hot stream of cum all over her bottom. That was undoubtedly a signal for the others.

Five men (and yes I must confess, I helped) can get a teen girl’s clothes off PDQ. To be accurate we left her knickers on for a while…it seemed naughtier! Pushed on her back, they basically ran the gamut. One holding her arms, one each keeping her legs wide apart, the fourth fucking her senseless. She certainly seemed to know what was expected of her. Provoked by such a hot scene, I would defy any normal man to remain uninvolved. When it befell my turn I was just giddy with optical overload. Someone had torn her panties and her pussy was not even covered. She wriggled as I pushed in to her and whispered “I love you fucking me Mr Baker.”

Well if she had been planning on getting herself inducted into the rape-victim’s hall of fame, those were definitely the right words to use. I have never cum so quickly. Maybe it was the surroundings, her complete and utter vulnerability, the fact I’d just watched her get fucked four times running, twice in the mouth…whatever, I just pistoned into her with such vocal encouragement from my peers I should add, that the release was almost agonizing in its pleasure. Her little mouth opened wide as I gave it all to her.

The bed covers were tossed aside, three of the men crawled under the covers and dragged Brianna in with them. Although beneath the sheets, it was plain to see, she was being fondled, kissed and God knows what else. The remains of her torn knickers were tossed out as they set her on her side between them. One man was obviously fucking her front on, what the guy behind was doing other than pulling her hair back, does not make for sane contemplation. He had two really interesting options though! The third eventually swapped places so as to see out his sixty seconds of fame. Barely ten minutes had elapsed.

The fourth dad – Craig, so he informed me, and I were up next. We had it way better with just the two of us and Brianna in the middle. I had her facing me to start with and I kissed her hard while Craig took her from the rear, Her little body was just shaking with his thrusts and her breasts trembling beneath my hands. As he lifted her leg and started his home run, Brianna just passed-out.

I’m ashamed to say we perpetrated every possible combination of lustful activity on that hot little body while she was unconscious. Fucking her, sucking her nipples and dreaming of the milk we wished was there. This was right over the line, way into dark territory. Worse, I could not rid myself of the image of my own daughters, their hot bodies at the mercy of these same four men, being suckled and fucked senseless while I watched…...and waited.

How I wanted to visit the other two bedrooms and see what would forever remain a secret. Did Danielle end up with two men in her? Three? Was Ms Hotpants sent panting down the river?

With around ten minutes left and Brianna coming round, the ideas were still not in short supply. Someone produced a piece of rope with which her arms were tied behind her. What was left of her torn panties was shoved into her mouth as a gag. Presenting then the quintessential image of a helpless teenage captive, what little cum must have been left between everyone, found its way either into her overflowing pussy or across her face, tummy or bottom. She was just covered from head to foot, even in her hair.

Finally, someone ran a hot bath for her, maybe this was par for the course…I didn’t ask. Showing eventually some gentility, she was placed in it and quite tenderly soaped up. Fuck, was that hot? Five men giving a basic schoolgirl a bath? You should try it sometime! We got her out, dried her in a circle while she stood between us and we dressed her, having to use her ripped undies. Just as we tugged her jeans up, the bell sounded downstairs.

Whatever happened to the other two, we’ll never know, but judging by the way both were walking it had to be awesome. Danielle’s hair was worse than Brianna’s and way stickier. Ms Hotpants was severely under the weather and I suspect, carrying within her way more than when she went upstairs.

It would appear little if any sexual activity had transacted in our absence. All eyes were on the three girls though and you can only imagine what everyone was thinking. Needing obviously a significant break, everyone then relaxed as we all participated in a most pleasant mid-afternoon snack of sandwiches, drinks and whatever else was on offer. These guys sure knew how to entertain – in more ways than one. Naturally, the multi-million dollar bank account helped out there.

Most of the girls seemed to have drifted back to their own fathers. There appeared to be a lot of stroking and hugging going on – perhaps their dads complimenting them on their performances. Wonder what Brianna’s dad, now stroking his daughter’s neck tenderly, would have thought, had he seen us all fucking her stupid while she was out on the bed? Maybe he has seen that before, maybe even done it himself? He should be so lucky.

Totally re-charged and the refreshments cleared away, we entered the last phase of the afternoon’s inter-active entertainment. The piece-de-resistance you might say. Fathers and daughters to center stage. The rest of us unaccompanied males and the moms all had to sit this one out. Simplest of games, the first one to cum in his daughter was to be the winner! For the few dads who brought two…he had to choose one to sit out on the sidelines – whoa! That caused some in-fighting. “Why her dad? don’t you want to do it with me?’…“She did it last time!”…“Not fair!...You think she’s sexier, don’t you dad?” I loved it!

Eventually fourteen dads and fourteen daughters pretty much lined up. Rules were simple, a dad could fuck his daughter any way he chose, so long as he came either on or in her. This was so damned hot, you best believe it!

On a count of three they began. Interesting to see the various tactics. Most did not waste time getting their daughter’s clothes off…..those with girls in jeans however didn’t have much choice. Bad luck for Brianna’s dad! Still he didn’t have to worry much about her panties, well, what was left of them.

At least half the fathers simply pushed the girls on their backs on the carpet and having gotten to erection stage (some hadn’t) simply began fucking them outright just with their skirts up, the girls having slipped their panties off for them. Three fathers obviously favored the hotter approach, getting their daughters on to all fours and penetrating them from behind. Two left the girls’ knickers on and hell, was that a turn-on for voyeuristic misfits like myself. Just one man surprisingly elected to fuck his daughter, face down on the carpet with just a cushion under her.

Jerry was pushing so hard and fast into Michelle, she must have been getting carpet burns. Warwick -Brianna’s dad. was making her cry-out as he slewed his way down that highway to Hell. Beautiful Larissa looked just so serene and sexy as George was working himself into a frenzy, his hands clutching her slim hips as he sank it in her both rapidly and deeply, She drew her knees up for him and was whispering a few hot words of obvious encouragement.

In the end, it wasn’t even a contest. Some cute little red-head down the far end was gasping as her dad having half filled her, emptied the rest over her face and pussy. No-one else was even close! That isn’t to say the rest didn’t bother finishing. Half of them came pretty much together, the rest within seconds of each other. It would otherwise have been a photo-finish maybe.

Just the sight however of all those pretty girls lying there all submissively with their legs apart or their bottoms raised, having their father either fill them or spray them with cum, is a sight I can never forget.

As everyone broke up to go home, Jerry came over to me. I had to pause to kiss both Brianna and Larissa goodbye although hopefully not for long.

“Well, what do you think?” he asked.

“Not sure I can think right now,” I answered honestly.

Michelle walked over to us and God help me but I would love to have taken her back up to that bedroom and continue where we left off with Brianna…preferably still unconscious! She smiled at me and I gave her a cuddle.

“Well what I mean is,” said Jerry, “Are you going to bring any of your daughters next time…your youngest is eighteen isn’t she?”

I thought of Larissa sitting there just watching it all early on and the reality of what happened to her after that first time.

“I honestly don’t know Jerry,” I said, “I have to think about it.”

I turned to his daughter.

“Michelle, do you think Jenna or Kylie know anything about all this?”

“Well Jenna must,” she replied, “Or at least know something goes on, I mean, Brianna is one of her best friends.”

Again the image of my cute little Jenna, down to her panties, being dragged into that bed with three men, came to my mind. I could see them sucking her young nipples, fingers in her everywhere…tying her up, fucking her.

A man could go crazy thinking about such things.

[bullitt]

okay so where do we go to read the whole story all at one time. PM if you care to

[starfight]

. Hello Harper Valley, Goodbye Innonence

I can't say that in the next couple of weeks I didn't
give a great deal of serious thought as to whether I
would ever take Jenna - ask her even, to come to one of
Jerry's "unique" little get-togethers. I think there
was still enough of the "protective father syndrome" on
active stand-by, to preclude that possibility, sinful
and sleaze-ridden as my inner doppelganger might be.

Sure, I pondered several hellishly wicked little
scenarios that both Brianna and Larissa had bequeathed
me, while in my mind's eye substituting Jenna's hot
little body in the video-replays. But this was my
fifteen-year old baby after all, I did have some pride
left thank you very much.

What I didn't have was anticipation!

Certainly Jerry hadn't given up hope of my caving in to
carnality, having rung every second or third night to
enquire as to the status quo.

"But she'll just love it," he'd repeat, with parrot-
like simplicity. "And if only Kylie would go with her?
pondering no doubt the wide-range repercussions of
having young sisters performing at the one venue. By
Thursday he had given up hope I think, although he had
me note down the latest host's address "just in case!"

That night we had been watching some z-grade horror
flick on cable and the heroine, I presume she was the
heroine - everyone else was dead, raped or missing, was
being tied up to a bed by some demented scumbag who
looked like Danny DeVito on a bad day. I made some
comment like "This is really off girls!" and Jenna
looked at me real cheeky.

"Oh and I suppose you haven't ever tied a girl up on a
bed dad?"

I asked her what the hell she was talking about?

She said "Oh, nothing!"

"C'mon Jenna," I insisted. "What in God's name made you
say that?"

That set Kylie off.

"We're not completely dumb dad. Things do get about you
know."

I realised then she KNEW! They both knew!

"Well maybe I'm dumb," I replied. "Tell me what you're
both talking about."

Kylie looked at Jenna, who giggled. "Dad, we go to the
same school as Brianna? Ring any bells?"

I was dead meat.

"So she's told you all about that day has she?" I asked
warily, images of Brianna tied-up on that bed, burning
the hell out of my retinas.

"Yeppo... all about it dad!" I started looking round
desperately for a sword to fall on.

"All about it? You mean like..." Jenna this time, cut
me off.

"Well maybe not every single detail dad, but we both
know what goes on at those parties. Just can't believe
you went, that's all!"

"Oh I can," said Kylie giggling. I felt like spanking
her. God, I always feel like spanking her!

No one spoke for a moment. Total Mexican freeze-off!

"OK girls," I said eventually. "Guilty as charged. I
throw myself on the mercy of the Court. You want me to
leave home? Go to Church twice a week?"

"Don't be silly dad," said Kylie. "You don't have to
explain to us... just tell us what really happened
there, right??" She nudged Jenna, who giggled madly.

"No way," I said, "C'mon..."

"Well we know you did stuff with Brianna dad – she told
us." They both broke up. "She said you were really
cool!" Jenna added. "Honestly dad... doing it with a
schoolgirl!"

Kylie was almost blushing. I wondered if Jenna caught
her quick glance. If she did, she'd know everything.
Maybe she already did.

"Well to be honest, everyone was doing it with
schoolgirls, if you really want to know," I said. I
thought it prudent not to mention the accompanying
mother factor.

They both wanted to know how many girls were there,
their ages (I lied on that one) and what kinda stuff
happened. I sanitised it as well as I could – making it
sound like an over-friendly sewing circle! Then I said
the dumbest thing of the night. I told them none of the
girls were forced into anything, and thinking of
Larissa essentially, told them that "some just went to
observe."

"Would you take us to one then dad?" Jenna asked
straight off the bat, Kylie backing her up to the hilt.

Game, set and match!

"Certainly not," I said. "You're only fifteen and
sixteen... you don't need to see stuff like that!"

"And you do?" muttered Kylie. I had that one coming.

"Please dad," Jenna begged. "Just this once. We only
want to see what its like? Go on! Pretty please?"

Oh God, they were that at that moment... pretty I mean.

"We won't "do" anything dad," said Kylie.

"Yeah?" I replied. "What if you both get so hot looking
at what's happening, you can't help it? Watching
Brianna for instance?"

"Well actually, she's been saying to me all week 'Get
your dad to take you,' and stuff like that." Jenna
added, cleverly avoiding the question.

I didn't mention it to Jenna but I had no doubt Brianna
wanted to get her there just to see her get fucked, and
God help me, my own thought processes were heading
along similar channels... with both of them.

I couldn't fail to realise either that as it happened,
the party being that Saturday, was during a "safe"
zone, their periods, as so often happens with sisters,
having aligned themselves to the middle of the month.
But what was I thinking? They would just be going to
"observe" right?

"I'll do you a deal," I said. "You can both go for just
half an hour, then we come home OK?" They jacked up.
"Forty five minutes?" demanded Kylie, ever the
negotiator.

I was happy with that. Not too much could threaten
their safety in that time I assured myself. Talk about
false prophets!

Come Saturday and without any input from me, both girls
donned very similar skirts, tops and shoes. Anyone
would have picked them as twins. Jenna had already told
Brianna they were going, so God knows who else knew by
now. Looking at them sitting together in my rear view
mirror and knowing what they were going to see, just
about edged-out my sanity. We didn't speak a word.

The house this time was way less salubrious than
Windsor Hills but still large and sited on a well-
tree'd double block not ten minutes away. As we swung
in the driveway, Kylie said, "Hey, this is Louise
Archer's place," like I should know who Louise Archer
was.

Parking behind several other cars, I looked around to
see if I recognised anyone from a fortnight earlier. I
hadn't even freed-up my seat belt when a hand thrust
itself through my driver's side window. I shook it.

"Well, you brought both of them huh? That's great." It
was Jerry. Michelle was with him and smiling at Jenna
as she got out of the car.

"They're just here to observe Jerry," I put in,
"Nothing else, so don't get any ideas." He wasn't even
paying attention.

"Wow, you're twins," he exclaimed. "Let me guess,
you're Jenna?" he asked.

Kylie giggled. "Nope, I'm Kylie, this is Jenna!...and
we're not twins, I'm sixteen, Jenna's fifteen." She
flashed him the hottest smile.

Jerry shook her hand. "Well, it's very nice to meet you
Kylie, you too Jenna, I hope you both have a great
time."

Like hell he did. I figured he was flush with ideas for
them both already!

Michelle gave me a hug as I got out of the car, I could
see the girls thinking, "Oh, dad must have done it with
her too." I just looked at them and mouthed the words
"No, I didn't." I was looking around for Larissa but
could not see her.

Brianna came running across the front yard and hugged
Jenna, I held Kylie's hand as we walked inside. Several
other cars were arriving now.

The host was indeed Brad Archer and daughter Louise was
flitting about behind him welcoming all her friends
between chatting to Kylie. A pretty girl dressed in
fetching hot-pants and a somewhat skimpy top that
scrunched-up would probably have fitted in the average
shirt pocket. Many of the same people were there – we
exchanged nods, although most eyes were on Kylie and
Jenna and it was obvious several people were
acknowledging to one another, "they must be twins."

The young mother who had won pre-selection to the
bedroom-games last time was there with her cute little
daughter. I wondered what the hell my girls would be
thinking if and when they saw her with her hands up her
daughter's skirt again. Brittany and her father were
there, I think she even had on that same tight outfit –
must be her dad's favorite.

The house itself, being way smaller than the previous
"Bill Gates" styled edifice, was able to house the many
guests (though fewer I would say than before) by virtue
of the fact that three rooms in parallel, a lounge,
dining-room and study by all accounts, had had their
common walls knocked down, yielding an enormous L-
shaped entertaining area. In many ways it was far more
intimate than the Windsor Hills "ballroom." The heavy
drapes certainly precluded any concerns over 'privacy.'

A convenient three-seater lounge sat empty along one
wall nearby, so calling out to Jenna, the three of us
monopolised it. The hosts had catered for around thirty
guests it seemed, and thus chairs, sofas and lounges
ruled supreme.

As before, it wasn't exactly the case of someone using
a starter's pistol to kick-start proceedings. Mostly a
lot of talking and chatting, girls, and fathers moving
around the room to speak with acquaintances, several
like myself just staying with their own daughter or
daughters.

The girls sat either side of me looking very chaste and
cute. Their skirts I noticed looking remarkably shorter
in a seated position. Damn, I was having those thoughts
again! Now and again one would incline her head to talk
either with me or her sister. I also noticed several
men looking our way.

"Gosh... isn't that her mother?" said Jenna suddenly.

Towards the far end of the room Ms "Incredibly-well-
preserved-for-thirty-odd" sat talking to a male friend
whilst her hand was clearly way up inside the hem of
her daughter's skirt, caressing something of major
interest as the girl was squirming around noticeably.

"Is she doing what I think she's doing?" said Jenna
breathlessly.

"Look, you both wanted to come," I said, "I'm not
responsible for either what goes on or what you see."
Both Kylie and Jenna's eyes were as big as saucers.

At that moment, little Brianna sidled up to me. "Can I
sit on your lap?" she asked.

"Sure" I said, patting a spot for her. I saw Kylie and
Jenna exchange glances as she sat down. God, that felt
awesomely pleasant I have to say. It also brought back
feelings, images and desires from a fortnight earlier.
Brianna pulled one of my arms around her waist
affectionately. I almost blushed.

"Don't look at me like that," I muttered to Kylie.
"She's only sitting on me."

"Oh, sure dad," she laughed. "What would you say though
if I went and sat on some other guy's lap?"

"I'd say... right, lets go home kids!" I replied
truthfully. "Anyway, you're just here to watch...
remember?"
She looked at me cheekily and wrinkled her little nose
up. "Of course dad, that's all!"

Brianna's bottom was doing wonders for my pro-
creational equipment, such that she turned to me mid
conversation with Jenna and said, "Oh did I do that?"
and giggled. I would lay twenty to one both Jenna and
Kylie knew what she meant as they looked at each other
knowingly. My arms now encircling her and holding her
tightly, I was wanting to hold other things tightly,
but was somewhat constrained by circumstance.

Many girls had moved around the room now and were
either seated on men's laps or between a husband and
wife as it would appear. Of these, there were fewer
than previously and for that, I was grateful.

Brittany's father was clearly smitten with his
daughter's charms still as he had her sitting on his
knee, arms round his neck while his hands smoothed
their way over the full spectrum of the illegal
territory on offer.

From this distance she appeared to be bra-less as her
nipples were seemingly trying their best to push
through the confines of the tight material. Kissing her
with extreme fervour, I watched as his hand lowered her
left strap and all but exposed her breasts in totality.
Brittany was giggling and encouraging him, Kylie and
Jenna gasping!

I wondered if anyone had ever suffered cardiac arrest
at one of these little turn-outs. I didn't want to be
the first.

"Well, are you going to kiss her dad?" Jenna asked
suddenly.

"Jenna," I replied, "I said you two can come and
watch... not watch me. How embarrassing do you think
that would be?"

"But dad," Kylie said, "We don't care... do whatever
you want, don't mind us."

As I turned to answer her, Brianna just raised her head
and kissed me on the lips. I saw Jenna's eyes widen.
The effect of that kiss was to lower my inhibitions yet
catalyse my intentions. I pulled her around so that she
was facing me semi-kneeling, her legs straddling my
lap. Given also the brevity of the skirt she had on, I
had a full frontal view of her cute polka-dot panties.
I heard a sharp intake of breath... it was Jenna,
obviously with as good a view.

"Do you want us to leave you alone for a while dad?"
asked Kylie, clearly concerned for my predicament. This
left me in a quandary. Whilst the privacy would have
been welcome, leaving them unguarded was anything but.
I shook my head.

"It's OK sweetie, just don't be disappointed with me."
I replied, somewhat mystified as to why I had said
that.

They looked equally puzzled.

Brianna meanwhile was hot... and getting hotter. I
raised my hand and stroked her inner thighs which must
have been just this side of Fahrenheit 451. Only a few
inches higher up and beneath those cheery little polka
dots, I knew "ground zero" must be awash with
expectation.

Brianna's light blue eyes were glazing slightly and I
knew she needed to feel those most intimate of
caresses. I lightly took hold of her breasts and very
gently squeezed her nipples. Not sure whose gasps were
the loudest, hers or my daughter's. Brianna wriggled
under my touch and with my left hand I began to rub the
front of her panties. This brought her to such urgency
she made some very soft little moaning sounds.

What made me even hotter then was the fact that Jenna
and Kylie suddenly had the need to hold hands as they
watched Brianna's reactions. I'm sure both must have
been highly aroused themselves by the immediacy of it
all. That supposition was proven correct seconds later
as Kylie whispered into my ear. "You can fuck her dad,
it's OK."

No-one but me heard those words but they were enough to
tip it all over into hyperdrive. Pulling Brianna to me
and using her lower body as cover I was able to
extricate my erection which Brianna guided unerringly
between her panties. Just a matter of encircling her
bottom then and pulling her hard to me.

She cried out briefly as I entered her and clung to me
as I reached maximum penetration. As if lending
support, the two girls closed ranks around her, their
own breasts now up close and personal.

"This is sooo hot dad," said Jenna quietly.

Kylie of course knew what it felt like, she was re-
living that moment we had shared eighteen months
earlier and it was as if every gentle thrust I was
making in Brianna was being played out back in my
bedroom. I glanced at her and just whispered to her so
softly "I love you Kylie."

God knows what this must have looked like from the
other guest's viewpoint or indeed how many if any, were
watching this little tableau. As I began to thrust
upwards into Brianna, my arms went around both Kylie
and Jenna and I held them to me as their locked hands
in turn held Brianna tight against my chest. Her
breasts were making direct contact with my shirt now
and her beautiful head on my shoulder as I fucked her
lovingly and really so slowly.

Best of all, I came while kissing her. No attention-
grabbing dialog, not even a cry of unhinged sexual
passion. Simply the most exhilarating orgasm and a need
to hold on to her and watch the effect in her eyes of
hot cum spurting deep within her. That is where the
real pleasure lies, seeing... not doing.

Brianna's own orgasm took her obviously to the heights
and much of this was understood and felt I think by
both Jenna and Kylie. Having them there was an
incredibly sharing and arousing experience, albeit one
I could never have contemplated.

Trouble loomed... big trouble. Brianna's father,
presumably a witness to the recent transfer of bodily
fluids to his daughter, lobbed up from God knows where.

"Say, you're looking really pretty today Jenna," he
said to her, then on seeing Kylie who had been
partially hidden by Brianna herself sitting on my lap,
added. "Whoa! Twins huh? How'm I gonna choose here?"

"No problem," I suggested as Brianna dismounted
smiling, smoothing her skirt down, "You won't have to
choose, neither are on the menu. Just observers today."

He looked pissed. "Er, did I or did I not just see you
performing some majorly sexual act with my daughter?"

"Your "willing" daughter," I corrected. "House rules
remember? No girl forced to do anything right?" Jenna
and Kylie were enjoying this little exchange, I could
tell.

"Fair enough," he continued, "But who's forcing them?"
he turned to Jenna.

"C'mon sweetie, you know me... you've been over to our
place for years, pretty much since pre-school when you
first met Brianna. Just want to have some fun with you.
Don't have to go all the way if you don't want to."
"I said, she's off-limits," I reiterated, getting
somewhat theatrical with my body language.

"Hang on dad," said Jenna. "Don't I have any say here?"
I almost dropped my bundle.

"What?" I answered semi-conscious from shock. "Er,
you're a virgin Jenna, or had you forgotten that bit?
Besides, there's only twenty five minutes left before
we go."

"Mr. Gardner is OK dad," she said, " I trust him. He
can't force me to do anything. I'll be fine!"

I was figuring she must want to have a bit of a touch-
up up seeing what happened to Brianna. I supposed she
had that coming at some stage anyway and besides might
be better to happen here in semi-controlled
circumstances than in the back seat of some scumbag's
car.

"Well maybe if Kylie goes with you then. That OK with
you Warwick? Just twenty minutes mind, then we have to
leave,"

"Sure," said Gardner, "She can hold the rifle!"

The four of them ambled off towards the alcove at the
far end of the "L" shaped lounge-room. My eyes were
glued to their pert little receding bottoms.

My seeming "change of heart" was not purely selfless. I
had just seen Larissa and her father walk in. Waving in
her direction, I caught her eye, though at the risk of
sounding terminally conceited, I had a sneaking
suspicion she was looking around for me. She literally
ran over, leaving her dad way behind.

"I missed you so much," she said throwing her arms
around my neck and giving me the most intimate of hugs.
The lip action wasn't that bad either! Goddamn! I
completely forgot about my two daughter's on the spot.

I sat back down on the lounge with Larissa perched now
beside me, holding my hand and telling me all about her
week at school and various other intimate little
details. George finally made it over, shook my hand and
sat down beside his daughter.

"Few new girls here by the look of it," he muttered, "
Really hot little pair of twins I saw over the other
side." He indicated a group near the television.

Following his gaze I said, "Er yeah, well actually,
those are my daughters... and they're not twins."

"Oh," said Larissa, "You did bring them? Where are
they?"

I pointed them out. Jenna was sitting beside Warwick
Gardner, Brianna alongside and Kylie in a chair
opposite them. Nothing untoward appeared to be
happening.

"They're very pretty," she said, as I took-in her own
beautifully presented femininity. In a one-piece dress
this time, the top was quite low cut with just a hint
of dark blue bra, beneath which curves hot enough to
warm Hell itself, were patently visible. What I felt as
I looked at her was anything but lust, more a growing
sadness that I could never shed the thirty odd years
between us, because she was I knew, that which I had
been looking for all my life. I had thought about her
for two weeks.

"Thank you Larissa," I answered mechanically, holding
her hand and conveying feelings to her I could never
say... could never explain even. She looked at me
momentarily and I had the feeling I was looking deep
into a consciousness that was way older than my own.
For the second time that afternoon I was asked "Could I
sit on your lap?"

As if sensing he was not needed or even wanted, George
asked me if he could go talk with my daughters.
Realising how much that would probably piss Warwick
Gardner off, I said "Sure, take your time mate"

Another father was walking towards us from a nearby
group. To save him having to complete the journey I
held my hand up saying "Don't even think about it!" I
must have gotten the point across because he shook his
head and turned on his heel.

With Larissa sitting on me like she was, her dress had
ridden a fair way up her thighs. I slipped one hand
under the hem and felt her stiffen momentarily as I
slid my hand upwards. It wasn't the only thing to
stiffen. She murmured something unintelligible as I
kissed her passionately but completely melted as I
reached the front of her panties. The dress prevented
much lateral movement of her legs but it was more than
enough to get my fingers beneath her knickers and in-
between her southern lips which were nothing short of
volcanic to the touch.

"I've really wanted you to do this to me since last
time," she whispered. I was gonna say "Then why the
fuck didn't you call?" but thought better of it. I
simply told her I wanted her too as I increased the
pressure on her pussy.

Nuzzling her breasts was as pleasant in its actuality
as in its contemplation. I kissed her there through her
dress and could feel the hardness of the nipples
notwithstanding. Her own urgency now was transmitting
itself orally and physiologically. Put simply, she
wanted me to fuck her stupid.

Unzipping the dress from shoulder to bottom, we got
that little sucker off in no time. Uncaring as to who
saw what, my daughters included, I had her straddle me
in just her bra and panties. From what I could see in
other areas of the room by now, she wasn't the only one
thus attired.

Holding her round the bottom I allowed her to free up
my erection, what am I saying? I begged her to. Brianna
was long forgotten, Kylie too if the truth be known, as
Larissa guided the head in-between her legs. She gasped
as I thrust in deeply and set up a rhythm that was only
ever going to have the one outcome... .or in her case -
income!

I have no idea what stock-levels I still held of the
good stuff, but they took a serious dive with this
performance. It felt to me like I filled her entire
reproductive system - uterus, Fallopian tubes, possibly
even her abdominal cavity. In post-orgasmic bliss I
told her I loved her senseless and that I hoped she
understood that what I had just done to her, had meant
more to me than probably the previous four decades. I
saw her cry and knew she understood.

Emotionally endangered, and still hugging her to me, I
caught sight of a vision of stupefying incredulity.
Unless I was delusional, Larissa's dad was sitting in a
chair not twenty five feet from me, with my daughter
Jenna in his lap, one hand down her top and the other
well up under her skirt somewhere.

She appeared to be more than a willing partner as she
wriggled beneath his ministrations. As for Kylie, she
had obviously swapped places with her sister and was
letting Brianna's dad not only kiss her, but fondle her
breasts while Brianna held her hand. I was about to
kill both of them when Larissa pulled me back down.

"Just let them be Noel, you have to let go at some
stage. Dad has left me with you hasn't he? You have to
do the same."

I heard her words... I knew she was right but still
tears came to my eyes as I watched it all happening. I
had to go over and see out this two-act tragedy.
Larissa clung to me as I crossed the room.
Close to, it was like a scene from a David Hamilton
movie. Beautiful young girls and their first
experiences of sexual passion. I was no longer sad,
'entranced' would be a better word.

George was beginning to kiss Jenna now and as she lay
there against him her eyes closed, I just watched
stunned as he slowly pushed her skirt up and exposed
her light-blue panties. His other hand continued to
fondle her breasts inside her bra and a sudden deep
murmur led me to think he must surely be manipulating
her nipples. I knew how she must feel.

Kylie, seated opposite with her back to me, had not yet
seen us as Larissa and I knelt down by Jenna's chair.
Having her with me was very comforting and I kissed her
again.

Jenna opened her eyes and although seeing me right
beside her, was in such an aroused state she just
whispered "I'm so sorry dad."

Reaching across I took hold of her hand and said. "I'm
OK with it really, just let yourself go Jenna and enjoy
it."

Fact is, I really wanted her now to let herself go.
George looked at me and understood my meaning. After
all, I had taken his daughter's virginity right in
front of him, it seemed more than reasonable he do the
same with mine. Kylie meanwhile was straddling Warwick,
much as Brianna had done with me not half an hour
earlier.

I watched as his hands pushed her skirt right up
towards her hips exposing a hot little g-string ("my
God, she came prepared" I was thinking) Both hands
around her bottom now, he pulled her closer whilst
kissing her even more passionately.

Her breasts I knew must be pushing up against him and
even as I watched, he pulled both hands out from under
her bottom and began pulling off her top – she even
raised her arms for him. As her small lacy white bra
was exposed, I felt my mouth dry up. Sitting there in
just her skirt she murmured something as he slipped her
straps down her arm one by one.

I stared entranced at her beautiful slim frame, finely
shaped shoulders, curved hips and the beautiful
impression of her spine that only really young girls
seem to have. He unhooked her bra and tossed it on the
floor where it looked small enough to fit an eight-year
old. Kylie arched her back for him, pushing forward her
beautiful firm breasts that he began to kiss and
nuzzle. I heard her moan in pleasure.

I was so damn hard, and Larissa wasn't helping at all,
taking my hand and after pulling her own dress up,
slipped it in-between her thighs. She was as wet as I
was erect.

Jenna was in not much dressier a state. George had his
hands in her panties and I could see clearly that he
had at least two fingers inside her pussy. She was
spreading her legs for him and moaning audibly. I
watched as he exposed both breasts – they were so small
and prettily defined – before leaning forward and
gently sucking her left nipple. Even Larissa gasped as
she watched her father sucking the young girl.

Distracted by some activity alongside me, another
father had knelt down beside Larissa and was whispering
something to her. She just looked at me and said "Go to
your daughter, I'll be here." With that she simply got
on her knees and allowed the newcomer to unzip her
dress once more. Leaving it on her, he started pulling
her knickers down and I knew she was going to let him
fuck her right there right then. Well at least I'd left
her wet enough!

I whispered to George to get up for a moment and let me
hold Jenna. If this was to be her moment, I wanted to
be with her. He did so and I sat back down in the chair
and pulled her to me. She didn't ask what I was doing –
I think she knew.

She tried to cover her breasts but I pulled her hands
aside and said "Don't cover yourself sweetheart, you
are just so beautiful I want to look at you." I had her
sitting with her back to me, the smell of her soft hair
in my face nothing short of intoxicating.

George was kneeling on the floor in front of her now. I
kissed her neck and said.. "Just let it happen honey."
As he reached up and unzipped her tiny skirt she gasped
but I kept hold of her hands and whispered to her not
to worry, that she would be alright with me here.
George then began pulling her panties down while I
extricated her bra.

I think the arousal factor was so prominent, it over-
rode Jenna's embarrassment at being naked for the first
time in front of a man... two men actually, not to
mention on-lookers. She gasped as her pussy was
exposed, the hottest little triangle of curly dark-
brown hair I think I had ever seen framing her virginal
lips. I held her around the waist, looking down at her
beautiful cleavage and noticing just how erect her
nipples were now. I had to hold those beautiful little
mounds and as I lightly cupped her, she looked up at me
and just whispered "Oh, dad!"

George meanwhile had spread her legs sufficiently to
view her youthful nakedness in all its glory. I think
he was as stunned as she was. Larissa, who was in a
dream-state of her own as the man behind her was
thrusting in to her pussy like a dervish, was gazing at
Jenna's nudity and probably remembering her own
tentative de-virginising just two weeks earlier.

As George lowered his head between Jenna's legs and
kissed her that first time on her pussy I experienced
the electricity as she wriggled. I felt her nipples
hardening beneath my fingers as she put her face
upwards for me to kiss her. George kissed her pussy
harder and she began to spread her legs. She also
moaned between my kisses.

I knew she must be so wet now as George unzipped
himself while delivering her first lick. She shuddered
as his tongue separated her labia and looked up at me
with an expression that was half sexual pleasure and
half juvenile apprehension. I wanted desperately to
feel her pussy myself and to make love to her all
night, but this wasn't my time, not even my
prerogative.

George knelt higher now and he had his erection right
in front of her slit. Jenna looked uneasy, but not
afraid. I whispered to her that I had done the very
same thing to Larissa a fortnight earlier and that
George would be as loving and as careful as I had been.

I can never satisfactorily explain to you the full
range of emotions that one experiences seeing another
man's cock enter your daughter's pussy, most especially
for the first time. It is a mixture of sadness, raging
arousal, erotic nirvana and lustful satisfaction.

Jenna simply gasped and stared as he pushed into her a
few centimetres. I felt her body stiffen and told her
to relax completely which she seemed to do. For a while
he just kept pushing in and out gaining slightly more
penetration each time. Jenna was moaning now and
spreading wider quite unconsciously. I felt her jolt as
he reached her hymen.

"It's OK baby," I told her, "You might feel a sudden
pain, but after that you'll never even remember it."

It was at that moment I happened to glance behind
George.

Warwick had gotten Kylie completely nude and still
straddling him, he was beginning to fuck her, although
all I could see was his hands around her bottom holding
her tight as he thrust up hard into her. With Brianna
still holding her right hand I could see a hint of
Kylie's left breast as she began to really ride him.
Brianna's free hand was well inside her own panties and
she was understandably highly flushed watching Kylie's
progress.

George began applying pressure to the hymen and Jenna
was wincing. I began to knead her nipples now aware
that such manipulation would go some way to
anaesthetising her awareness of the lower obstacle. The
ploy worked, and she began moaning as I pulled her
nipples harder while still rubbing them between thumb
and forefinger. George to his everlasting intelligence,
used the diversion for a full frontal offensive. Jenna
cried out "Ohh dad!!!" but he was through the minefield
and he began to push deeply into her.

Was this the hottest moment of my life? Dead set it
was! Watching and feeling my daughter being fucked on
my lap? What do you reckon? As he began to pump her
rhythmically, Jenna began to gasp and moan alternately.
Either way I don't figure she was carrying too much
animosity over the deflowering methodology. She began
to rub her own breasts as he fucked her ever harder. We
had no need to hold her legs apart any longer, she was
well able to maintain that aspect herself.

Glancing up at me with glazed eyes she whispered "He's
fucking me dad, do you still love me?" I just kissed
her and said, All the more sweetie, all the more!"

If she had seen Kylie's performance nearby she didn't
say so but from what I could see of it, she was rapidly
turning into a first class little slut, even if I do
say it myself. Seemed to me she was raping Brianna's
dad now!

As George built to his understandably swift orgasm, I
felt Jenna tensing and guessed her own wasn't too far
off. Her hands ventured down to her pussy and she was
beginning to rub herself right alongside where his cock
was penetrating her with such passion. I heard Larissa
cry out as the man evidently came in her, spurred on
doubtless by watching Jenna getting fucked at close
hand.

As George spasm'd into her, Jenna gasped as she must
have felt his hot cum shooting up into her. Still
fondling her breasts I whispered to her, "Cum Jenna,
don't hold back, I want to feel you having it."

I needn't have spoken as her whole body shook and she
just was gripped by a feeling she had never known.
Obviously she and Kylie would have masturbated many
times – I often wondered if like many sisters, they did
it to each other – but it would be nothing like the
heights of a vaginal orgasm while being fucked for your
first time.

Jenna was breathless, but hot! I saw it in her eyes –
there was no way she was going home for a while! As
George zipped-up and went looking for a Medic, she lay
on me making no attempt to cover herself. Looking up at
me as she idly caressed her very wet and only slightly
bloodied pussy, she whispered, "I want you to fuck me
daddy... just once."

I remembered a time another beautiful daughter had used
similar words. Of course, there was no-one else in the
room that I wanted more right at that second. I pulled
her round so that she was straddling me like Kylie
opposite, her pretty bum obviously in full view of any
and all interested parties.

My erection was such that I could barely extricate it
from my underpants. Odd I thought, how un-embarrassing
it all seemed getting my cock out in front of my
youngest daughter. But being in the presence of
prolonged and multiple group sex has that effect, seems
to numb the inhibitions.

Sitting astride me, Jenna clearly wanted me to make
contact with her cute breasts as she teasingly wiggled
them in front of my face. As I lowered my head and
began sucking her, I felt her gasp and shudder with
pleasure. "Ohh dad" she kept on repeating... I love it!

Just then a familiar little face appeared beside me.

"Really dad! your own daughter!"

Kylie had slipped her bra and panties back on again but
was she looking like the cat that had just finished-off
the cream... or what? Kneeling beside the chair, she
looked the image of temptation incarnate, especially
being able to see right down that doll-size bra.

Kissing Jenna's sweet lips was not far off 'Heaven's
gate' but pushing my cock up into her was 'Beyond the
Infinite.' That she wanted it as much as me made it all
that more memorable too. As she leaned forward she
moaned as I penetrated her further and further. Her
hips were moving rhythmically and in a matter of
moments I could see and feel nothing but her beautiful
little body as it blended in with everything I had to
give her. I looked in her eyes as I thrust up into her
and just whispered "I love you Jenna, I'll always love
you."

I was aware that Kylie had taken hold of her younger
sister's hand and I was vaguely conscious of the fact
that she must be remembering that incredible night she
and I shared the same mind-numbingly beautiful union.

Jenna's hair was damp at the ends from exertion now but
I just held her around the bottom and continued to pump
that beautiful little pussy. Looking down between her
legs and seeing my cock penetrating her so deeply had a
devastatingly arousing effect.

Her own orgasm preceded mine, I think it was more or
less a continuation of her first one. Her eyes glazed
over and she just started whispering "fuck me" as her
body seemed to shake. Like I said before, if you want
your father to cum in you, those really are the best
words to use. The simplest maybe, but definitely the
best.

I just held on to her, cuddling her like never before
as I came. I know she felt everything and I was aware
of Kylie's tender and loving expression as I fulfilled
my immediate destiny with her sister.

[starfight]

4. Harper Valley: Endgame


"Jenna simply looked at me. Legs either side of me now,
she just snuggled up with my cock still in her, quite
naked and totally uncaring. Her sister had let go of
her right hand now and was holding her rather lovingly
around her waist. If Jenna had been a cat, she would
have purred.

I looked down at her tight little breasts, damp now
from exertion, as they rested against my shirt front.
Half lying back in the chair myself, the realisation of
what I had just done to my youngest daughter brought
with it anything but recrimination and self-loathing.

The fact is, I had just been able to express, maybe for
the first time, the true depth of my love for her.
Clinical (make that 'criminal') psychologists would
doubtless point to my withered grasp on reality and
express the predictable view that I was simply
rationalising my warped sexual perspectives... and may
they happily do so! I was there, they weren't!

Many readers might also find it hard to accept the
likelihood of "decent young girls from predominantly
middle class homes," with limited or no prior sexual
experience, suddenly submitting themselves to group
sexual activity without question.

I believe there are two factors here of relevance.
Firstly, at fourteen, fifteen and sixteen especially,
most girls are simply waiting for the starter's pistol
as far as sex is concerned. It is a hot age indeed. The
less discussed and scientifically investigated
phenomenon I believe, is that during this period, most
girls (and I'm suggesting upwards of 90% here) incur I
am sure, ragingly hot fantasies of having sex with
their fathers.

As a consequence, suddenly finding themselves able to
live out those images, perhaps within a perceived
"safety of numbers" (other girls, siblings, families
etc) the full spectrum of sexual freedom removes all
social inhibition. It's just a theory.

There was Larissa - a point in question, not three feet
away from me, with a third fathers' cock in her now as
she lay on her back, legs appealingly wide, being
kissed by some cute little blonde girl herself dressed
only in tight little yellow panties that another man,
her father quite possibly, was in the process of
pulling down, as she knelt over Larissa.

I watched as he got them past her knees, before
slipping one hand up between her slim legs and probing
a virtually hairless pussy with his index finger. His
other hand meanwhile was wasting no time in feeling up
both her small breasts which as yet, were still capped
by the puffiest of little nipples.

God knows what age she was, but judging by her
wriggling rear end and increased urgency to be kissed,
it was old enough to know what she liked. This scene
and others like it, were being played-out the length
and breadth of the room. What I can tell you is, my two
girls looked even hotter. Neither Kylie or Jenna were
coerced into doing anything that afternoon. What
happened, they alone were in total control of.

"That was incredible dad," Jenna whispered to me,
easing herself off my lap and crouching down alongside
her sister. Kylie retrieved her bra and knickers lying
nearby which Jenna quickly wriggled into. Just the
sight of them both dressed now only in their underwear
was enough to kick-start the adrenaline flow, if indeed
it had ever stopped.

"And as for you, young lady," I angled a glance at
Kylie, "What do you have to say for yourself? Would I
be right in assuming you found the recent experience
somewhat pleasurable?"

"Dad!!!!!" was all she said, while looking at Jenna and
giggling.

Warwick Gardner ambled over, reached down and gave
Kylie a pat on the backside.

Inclining his head towards me he said "Very hot little
daughter you have there," he was clearly looking down
her bra now – I couldn't blame him to be honest and
Kylie didn't seem to mind anyway. "Any chance of
"borrowing" her younger sister for a short time?"

"Well actually Warwick," I replied, "We were just about
ready to go. I told them just forty-five minutes and
we're long past that."

"C'mon dad," said Kylie. "Just a bit longer... please?
We're not even dressed yet." She had a point!

"Well maybe just another half an hour then girls," I
told them, no doubt wanting subconsciously to see just
how far they did want to go with this.


Warwick looked way happier.

"Well then, what about Jenna?" he continued.

"What about her?" I said, "Better ask her what she
wants to do," I replied after giving the matter some
further thought, though not that much I suspect. School
was definitely in for my youngest that afternoon.

At that moment Michelle came over to me and whispered
most discreetly, "Wouldn't you like to give me a
cuddle? You've been with all those other girls, even
your daughter... and you didn't even give me one at the
last party."

I wasn't sure whether she meant a cuddle or a fuck but
either way, she had a point and it sure wasn't out of
intent. I Just ran out of time and cum... ..in that
order!

"OK Shelley," I said, "I would very much like to
correct that little oversight."

So saying, I took her hand and pulled her down into the
chair on top of me. I was surprised that she was still
fully clothed... maybe she had gotten dressed again.
Even as I put my arm around her, Warwick was helping
Jenna to her feet and simply the sight of my daughter
in just her bra and panties being led off by a man
three times her age almost, raised a lot more than my
temperature.

Another guy, obviously one of Kylie's school friend's
fathers, and seemingly familiar to her, had knelt down
on the floor right where she was crouched. He whispered
something to her which made her giggle but I noticed
his hand was making short work of the journey from her
knee to her crotch. Following his lead, I slipped a
hand up beneath Michelle's skirt which brought a small
gasp of pleasure. I felt her part her legs slightly and
with that beautiful little face up against my shoulder,
I just had to kiss it.

Kylie meanwhile was beginning to moan softly as the man
rubbed her panties in exactly the right spot.
Understandably, not wanting to waste any opportunities
going, with a barely dressed hot little teenie, he
slipped his spare hand into Kylie's bra and began
fondling both her breasts.

What could I do except follow suit? Michelle's eyes
began to glaze as the combination of my hand well
inside her knickers and the other causing hopefully the
most pleasant of friction to her nipples, brought her
to new levels of pleasure. She just whispered to me
"Don't stop," as if that were even a half-likely
eventuality.

Sometimes, teasing a girl's body while dressed,
generates as much heat and gratuitous sexual pleasure
as getting her off naked. The same might be said for
watching a girl being fondled and fingered to the edge
of sanity... .especially if it happens to be your
daughter.

By the time Michelle was clutching at her pussy
wantonly as my fingers set off that geo-thermal
landslide deep within her hottest zone, Kylie was
panting like a feral cat and completely given over to
the sensations that were rippling through her.

The guy had no problem getting her on to her knees,
pulling her panties right down and delivering from
behind exactly what she wanted - an all-meat burger
with cum dressing. Beautiful Larissa at that minute
knelt down in front of Kylie and began kissing her hard
as the man really started to fuck her. I have rarely
witnessed anything hotter.

Except for the fact I had made a conscious decision to
conserve my supplies of 'pregnancy sauce' ... I think I
would have submitted Michelle to the same three-course
meal. As it was though she had to be satisfied with a
little manual over-ride.

Kylie was simply out of it and crying-out in ecstasy at
the point he came in her big-time. For a full thirty
seconds afterwards she was still shivering from what
must have been one inspirational orgasm.

I knelt down and kissed her, not that she probably
recognised me, then headed off to find Jenna.

I walked the length and breadth of the room but
couldn't see her. Mind you, that didn't infer that she
wasn't there necessarily. Unlike the last "gathering,"
the guests this time appeared to have "fragmented" not
just in couples, but often in small groups. One such
group had Bridget as its centerpiece. Completely naked,
and sitting astride one guy.

Another young girl was kneeling between her legs
licking her stupid. Bridget was wriggling all over the
place, one hand on the girl's head pulling her to her.
One of the mothers was sucking her right nipple while a
very young looking boy sucked the other.

As for Bridget herself, she was definitely not putting
herself in line for a Girl Guide's Nature Award as she
was successfully juggling two activities concurrently.
Kissing the guy she was seated on and wanking,
evidently quite effectively, the cock of a second man
standing alongside. I say "effectively," as I saw him
donate to the girl on her knees between Bridget's legs,
a rather hot facial which made her gasp. Made me
jealous!

By my third "pass" I was assured that Jenna wasn't
there, but tellingly, neither was Warwick. Not too many
possibilities remained and all were bad news. Outside
somewhere... in a car or upstairs! Party rules didn't
necessarily cover this aspect, only that no girl was to
be forced into anything. But hey, Jenna was only
fifteen. A pretty fine line there between "forcing" and
"encouraging." I had to find her... and quickly.

My gut feeling was that Warwick had taken her upstairs
to one of the guest bedrooms perhaps. Lacking a room-
guide, I had to play it by ear. At the top of the
staircase several doors led off a fairly long hallway.
I figured Archer must have spent much of his working
life in hotels and wanted to replicate the experience
at home.

Behind the second door I could definitely hear activity
of sorts. A young girl's voice beyond doubt, but more
worryingly – more than one man's. I opened the door,
fearing the worst. The sight that greeted me rendered
me years younger.

A young girl - Jenna's age to judge, certainly no
older, was kneeling on a Queen size bed surrounded by
four men having undoubtedly, the time of their lives
getting her to try on different bras. In just her
panties, she was giggling and letting the straps fall
down her shoulders while the occasional hand found its
way between her legs and rubbed her while she attended
to the clasp on the bra. It was this activity that was
making her wriggle about and gasp in girlish delight.
Each were taking turns to kiss her also, whilst having
a surreptitious 'feel' of her exquisitely pretty little
partially encased breasts.

Seeing me enter, the three men invited me to join them,
but regrettably Jenna's welfare precluded this
possibility. I explained that I was looking for my own
daughter and had to pass up the offer unfortunately.
Mentally substituting this girl's predicament for
Jenna, spurred my exit. The last thing I saw was the
four of them pushing the girl on her back. I imagine
her underwear show was at an end, it being time for her
next lesson in Sex-ed no doubt.

The next room was empty, the one after that – anything
but. If only it had been! I suppose in hindsight I
should be grateful there were only two men with her but
the sight that met my eyes on entry was one of
disbelief!

Jenna, my innocent little Jenna was lying across
Warwick's knee, her back to me, as he sat on the edge
of the bed. Clad still in her cute little matching
light blue bra and knickers, Warwick was spanking her
bottom with decided vigor – quite obvious from the way
her cute little rear end was bouncing around beneath
his hand. I wondered for an instant why she was making
no audible outcry... of either disapproval or pain.
Then I clearly saw why.

The second man... older even than me, was kneeling the
far side of Jenna and with her head right down near the
floor, she was obviously sucking him as hard as she
knew how. Warwick looked up as I entered but showed no
sign of surprise or any inclination to limit his
assault on my little girl's' bottom. I walked across to
them and stared down – Jenna had yet not seen me.

With one hand around his shaft, she was sucking on him
like a teenage pro and the guy was most certainly
responding to her hot little mouth as he took a hold of
her head and began, disgusting as it sounds I realise,
to really fuck her in the mouth. If it hadn't been my
daughter I would have thought it a girl with years of
practice of this kind of behavior. It seemed to me that
she was now wriggling her bottom in an attempt to have
Warwick spank her harder. He took the hint alright. I
heard her gasp, even with her mouth full as it was, as
he increased the severity and frequency of manual
contact with her hot little tail.

Pausing, Warwick took a hold of the elastic atop her
knickers with both hands and looked up at me
questioningly? I wanted it as much as he did, and
nodded. Even before he got them half way down her
bottom, the other man reached the end of his personal
highway and lost utterly his cool both physically and
verbally, as he divested himself of that which he could
no longer hold on to.

His commenting, "Oh God, she is soo fucking hot,"
should have gotten from me a punch in the mouth, but
the fact is he was doing no more than echoing what we
all knew and were probably thinking at that moment.
What she couldn't swallow, he sprayed on her face and
in that white-hot moment I was definitely a lost cause
so far as caring and protective fathers are concerned.

Warwick had her panties down around her ankles a second
later and Jenna simply kicked them off, still wriggling
her bottom which now I think of it, was probably
causing her delightful contact between her pussy and
Warwick's knee. As the man manouvered himself more to
her side and began to grope her breasts inside her bra,
she glanced up and saw me standing there.

"Oh my GOD dad!" she spluttered, obviously embarrassed
at being in such a vulnerable position. I quickly knelt
down and said "It's OK Jenna, it's alright really, just
let yourself go honey."

I motioned to Warwick to continue spanking her. Now she
was making a heap of hot little "Ohhhhs" as he paddled
her bum. Light-red from the previous half a dozen
spanks, he had her scarlet in seconds and quite frankly
I was soo damn hard watching, I could have tossed her
on the bed and fucked her senseless. The "ohhh's"
turned to "Ohh God," and thus I called a halt to the
punishment. By this juncture the other man had gotten
her bra off and she was totally nude. Both Warwick and
I could clearly see the dark sexy curls between her
legs as she wriggled on his knee, oblivious I think as
to the fact that with her legs apart as they were – you
could see everything.

Surprising even myself, I knelt on the floor and quite
spontaneously kissed her glowing bottom – several times
in fact. I have never seen anything so incredibly
arousing. Eased her off Warwick's lap and just for a
few moments she stood there between the three of us,
rubbing her backside softly which of course rendered
the view of her small but firm jiggling breasts, doubly
arousing.

Her nipples I couldn't help but notice were incredibly
erect too. She knew of course the effect her nakedness
was having on the three of us. The two of them held her
there for a few minutes and kissed her both on the lips
and on her breasts. Jenna was panting and breathing so
heavily by then it would be line-ball as to who was
having the dirtiest thoughts. I include my daughter in
that statement.

Warwick was the first to seize the further initiative
and kneeling also, he pulled Jenna to him and kissed
her pussy front-on. My little girl gasped but thrust
her hips forward as he did so. The man beside him
pulled her around and repeated the gesture. She ground
her hips against his face and I watched stunned,
scarcely able to recognise this as my fifteen year old
daughter who but a few hours ago had been an innocent
little virgin. As she turned now to face me, she put
her pretty hands on my shoulders and said "You too
dad... kiss me there, I know you want to!"

As my lips met hers, the scent of her youthful pussy
was just intoxicating. I was vaguely aware of the other
two rubbing both her sore bottom and her breasts as I
nuzzled deeper. I heard her moaning. As in a dream, I
heard one of them say "She's your daughter, take her!"

Jenna put up no resistance as the two men replaced her
on the quilt, laying her on her back. Warwick in fact
was now holding his erection and wanking himself
slowly, either in anticipation of coming events or
simply on account of the sexually charged situation.
Either way, who could blame him? The other guy followed
suit as both used their free hands to pull Jenna's legs
apart. Warwick whispered something to her and I was
astounded to see her start cupping and then rubbing her
own breasts between gasps and pleading looks.

I took my place between her knees and extricating my
own cock it was all I could do to not just ram it in
her as one would a panting slut. Instead I just looked
at her lying there for a moment. Moaning audibly as she
pulled on her own nipples, I could see flecks of cum
still around the corners of her mouth and her left
cheek where the man had left his calling card a short
time ago. Her eyes were definitely glazing as she
looked up at me.

"Fuck me dad," she implored softly - if anything,
widening her legs even further. With her pussy so
vulnerable and agape, I marvelled at the cute little
pink folds that I had been unable to see in such detail
downstairs when I made love to her. Leaning forward, I
rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slit – just
once. The effect on Jenna was electric. She raised her
hips automatically and I saw her entire body quiver in
readiness for what was imminently to occur. In spite of
the position in which she found herself, her expression
was one of angelic beauty. "Please dad," she cried.
"Don't tease me."

That had certainly never been my intention and so I
pushed in to her, carefully, but right to the hilt.
Warwick's grip on his erection tightened and he began
to rub himself, watching my progress. I almost lost it
when I noticed Jenna's left hand taking leave of her
own breasts to seek out the other man's cock which she
proceeded to wank quite expertly.

No one could watch their own daughter in this
predicament and remain sane. I simply grabbed her hips
and began to fuck her as hard as I knew how. It was
obviously the methodology she had on her mind too, as
she began to literally fuck me back, pushing up to meet
me and crying out "Don't stop... keep fucking me dad,"
as she lost all control and slid quickly back into the
jungle with the same single-minded urge as had we all,
to fill that hot little pussy with reproductive cum.
She was sweating with the exceptional forces in play as
was I. Little beads of sweat had broken out on her brow
as she shook her head from side to side, her lovely
hair damp at the ends now.

Both men were clearly at the edge. Warwick was using
both hands on his cock while Jenna had the other guy in
Nirvana as her hand slid up and down his shaft as he
moved closer in. Neither had reason to hold her legs
any longer, as she was spread to the max for me as I
pistoned in to here again and again telling her I loved
her so much and that she was just so beautiful.

Even as I shot one ungodly amount of cum into her
pussy, she wriggled in pleasure and was the almost
immediate recipient of two more streams of white
delight. Warwick ejaculated right across her tummy as
she shook from her own galvanising orgasm. Small
droplets spurted on and around her pussy, exactly as
she brought the other man off. His contribution was
directed over her face and breasts which brought a
further gasp from Jenna. Although having made full
delivery, I was still fucking her gently as she smiled
up at me, one contended expression covering her whole
pretty face.

Although wanting instinctively to dress her and take
her straight home then, I had of course to allow Jenna
the option of allowing Warwick to fuck her next as I
had basically let her decide when she had walked off
with him downstairs. She made that choice very evident
as no sooner had I withdrawn, than Warwick positioned
himself between her legs and to my everlasting shock,
she took a hold of his still engorged erection and
guided it into her very wet pussy. This was no slut I
hasten to add, simply a pretty young girl on heat!

Kneeling in Warwick's former spot I could not wrest my
gaze from my daughter's pussy and another man's cock
thrusting deep into it. Jenna was crying out in lustful
need, "Fuck me, fuck me like dad did."

The other man inclined his head to kiss her and she
responded by putting an arm round his shoulders and
pulling him to her. As he began to knead her left
breast I felt myself getting harder than ever, I took a
hold of her right breast and began pulling on her
nipple.

Warwick was now fully into it. He had her legs pushed
up, bent at the knees and spread as wide as he could
hold them. Jenna was not far off growling with pleasure
and to think that this was still a demure little
schoolgirl. It makes me wonder if every female has this
latent procreative urge that resides so close to the
surface, yet remains hidden for most of the time. Maybe
it takes two or three men at a time to release it.

Speaking of which, right at that moment Warwick did
just that. How much he had left to 'release' I couldn't
say, but Jenna wasn't complaining. She was giving out a
series of "Oh! Oh! Oh's" as he came in her. I saw gooey
stuff seeping out of her pussy as he withdrew. Surely
she had now had enough?

As the third man hurriedly took up Warwick's recently
vacated spot, I was about to shove him out of the way
until I noticed Jenna smiling up at him and once again
spreading herself with nothing but lustful intent in
her expression. Something in me snapped and I wanted to
see her fucked again... I recall in fact wishing there
were several others. This guy I saw had a pretty big
cock, certainly larger than mine or Warwick's. Didn't
seem to faze Jenna who would have been so hot and
lubricated anyway, I figure we could have wheeled in
Ron Jeremy and John Holmes and she wouldn't have cared.

This guy knew how to fuck. Jenna was borderline
psychotic by the time he finished with her. He had her
begging for it, while Warwick and I just looked at each
other. He took her on her back then on her tummy with a
pillow beneath her as he just fucked her stupid. When
he finally came in her she was literally crying in
pleasure.

So hot was that episode that we kept her there another
half an hour. What we did to her is something to be
kept private. I would never discuss it and none of us
would ever talk about it. It was just a completely
unhinged period of extreme sexual activity. We didn't
hurt her in any way and nothing was perpetrated that
she wasn't fully willing to participate in but let's
just say I wouldn't repeat it! Well, maybe with Kylie
perhaps!

Afterwards we dressed her in her bra and panties once
again, although even that took a while as they kept
coming off somehow. There was a lot of fondling,
kissing and sucking as I recall. A heap of pleasure all
round actually. Finally we got ourselves back
downstairs where girls in their undies were a dime a
dozen. Jenna certainly did not stand out in that
respect.

Our presence had not been missed by all accounts.
Bridget had moved over to more mainstream activities
and was the subject of some intimate gropings by
several men in the far corner, one of which was her
father and who was doing something excessively illegal
that I couldn't quite see, judging by his daughter's
incessant giggling. The other men were taking turns
kissing her and having an open-ended feel. Had I not
just blown my wad as it were, I might have taken up
whatever slack was available.

Just to the group's left was a hugely entertaining
tableau. Two very attractive women, in their early
thirties if that, were sprawled lengthways on a modular
lounge with Jerry's daughter Michelle between them. The
women both wore knickers only. Michelle almost had on
what appeared to be a bikini, most likely kept on hand
for just such an occasion.

I wished I had been down a tad earlier to see her put
it on, or maybe even watching others do it for her.
Whatever, I say 'almost' had it on, as one of the women
was in the process of pulling both straps down the
girl's arms which now revealed her breasts to the point
of her nipples just peeking out from each cup. The
other woman was rubbing her hard through her bikini
pants making Michelle gasp and writhe.

I was holding Jenna's hand and I saw her drop her other
hand to her knickers automatically, as she watched the
unfolding scenario. Other girls present were of a
similar inclination. Three men watching, one of which
was Jerry himself, had their erections out stroking
themselves, so hot was the scene before them. I
couldn't see Kylie anywhere in the vicinity however.

As Michelle's arousal reached its upper limit she began
to fondle the two women's breasts, both of which were
soon moaning in unison as the young girl began pulling
on their nipples additionally.

"Go ladies," said one onlooker, "Fuck the girl
properly!"

With that, the blonde on Michelle's immediate left,
dropped to her knees in front of the lounge, reached up
and just slid Michelle's tight little yellow pants off
and immediately set about licking her, while her friend
hoisted her on to her own knee. As her bikini top
joined its companion on the floor, Michelle was quickly
out of it, moaning and wanting to be kissed by the
other woman.

Jenna by now had her fingers well inside her own
knickers and was making funny little noises herself as
she stood in front of me swaying slightly as she
fingered her own pussy. Damn it must have been so wet
down there. I slipped my own hands into her bra and
began rubbing her very visible breasts which naturally
meant her bottom was pressed up once more against one
king-size erection. Hardly her first of the afternoon!

One of the male on-lookers could take no more and
kneeling behind the young woman on the floor by the
lounge, just ripped her knickers down and raised her
bottom sufficiently to get his cock well up in to her.
Just for a second she turned around, smiled at him,
then continued her ministrations of Michelle's
blatantly spread pussy.

"Just stay here sweetie." I whispered to Jenna,
withdrawing my hands from inside her flimsy little bra,
"I have to go find your sister." She half nodded
without once taking her eyes off the lounge. I just
hoped I wouldn't find her on her knees with a queue of
hopeful partners around her, when I returned. Given
what she had already seen and done, I figured not much
more could really happen to her anyway.

As it happened, I didn't have far to look. I had
actually walked past her unsighted, at the foot of the
stairs just minutes earlier. Whether led there
willingly or coerced some other way, she was now the
center attraction of a small group of three men, one of
which was the host himself, Brad Archer. It was only on
account of a temporary gap in some heaving bodies that
I saw her... and if I hadn't seen what I did with my
own eyes, I would never have believed it.

Still in her bra and panties amazingly, that was about
the only concession to dignity that could be said to be
evident given the situation I was suddenly privy to.
Face down and astride a youngish looking man, his
trousers long since divested, his cock was quite
obviously deep inside her. As he fucked her steadily,
her legs spread wide either side of him, Brad Archer
was squatting between her legs, pulling her knickers
well clear of her crack, while his index finger
appeared to be well up inside her bottom.

Certainly Kylie was not objecting, but that may also
have been due to the fact that the third guy who had
hold of her hair tightly, was himself reacting somewhat
pleasurably to the sensations her mouth was bequeathing
him as it sucked the head of his cock with obvious
relish. As Archer fingered her bum ever deeper, she
began to squirm against the cock within her. I winced
as the guy fucking her gasped out "God Kylie you are
such a hot little cunt," but in all honesty, I couldn't
have put it more eloquently myself!

Given that Jenna had been upstairs at least an hour, I
couldn't help wondering how many turns they had all had
of Kylie and what other combinations I had missed.
Probably best I didn't know! In any event, this
performance lurched on to its inevitable conclusion.
First to throw a double six was "Mr. Kneeling up Front"
who jerked and uttered but two singularly appropriate
words – "Jesus Christ," as he rained sticky white goo
across Kylie's face and hair.

I could see it wasn't the first such shower. As Archer
was really getting himself off (and probably Kylie too)
fingering her hot little bum, the man beneath her
unleashed what was probably his last storehouse for the
day, as far up into her pussy as he could get. As for
Kylie, she was just a pole-cat on heat, arching her
bottom further up and kissing the man beneath her
feverishly.

I figured it was time to announce my arrival. I leaned
down, patted her bottom, still with Archer's finger
inside it and whispered, "Time to go Sweetie, I really
think you've had enough for one day." The effect on all
four of them was electric. Archer, avoiding all eye
contact, pulled his finger out, allowing her knickers
to once again cover her rear end. The guy prostrate,
pulled his cock from within its snug orifice, while the
third man simply zipped himself up and took-off across
the room.

Kylie got off her partner like a scalded cat and
stammered, "Oh God dad, how long have you been here?"

"Long enough sweetheart... long enough." I smiled down
at her and helped her to her feet. I saw cum stains on
and between her breasts down inside her bra, some was
still drying on her cheeks. She looked soo damn hot!

"I'm soo sorry dad," she muttered, "I never expected to
be doing anything like this. You must think I am such a
slut."

"Well, if you are," I looked at her, "You're my kind of
slut sweetheart. I love you both so much and anyway...
I brought you here – I can hardly blame you for what
has happened, can I?"

She half-smiled but was looking both embarrassed and
guilty.

"And anyway Kylie," I added as an afterthought. "Look
at me? I'm hardly blameless in all this. Carnal
knowledge, incest with my own daughters, reckless
endangerment of a minor, intent to commit sexual acts
with underage girls... don't think you need worry baby!
If you enjoyed what happened today... no harm done. Now
lets go get Jenna and go home huh?"

She squeezed my hand and we went across to where I had
left Jenna.

The "tableau" had broken up and I found Jenna nearby,
most likely about to meet a similar fate to that Kylie
had just experienced. She was kneeling between Warwick
and another man who having pushed her bra up, was
groping both her breasts while kissing her. Warwick had
his hands down the back of her panties enjoying himself
immensely.

"Sorry Guys," I said, taking hold of Jenna's arm and
pulling her to her feet. "Time we were on our way."
Against a backdrop of disappointed sighs and vocalised
objections from the men, I sent both girls over to the
far side of the room to retrieve their clothes.

"But the afternoon has still hours to go," said
Warwick.

"Fret not," I said, "Still plenty of hot chickie-babes
on site for you."

"But your two are just so hot," he added, almost
petulantly.

"Ain't that the truth?" I mused.

First seeking out Larissa who was taking a presumably,
well-deserved break, and this time getting her number,
I gave her a kiss goodbye and promised I'd see her
again.

We got to leave just ahead of the traditional party
"three-girl" selection. I have no doubt Kylie and Jenna
would have taken out the first two places and I really
didn't want to see either of them at the open-ended
behest of six men's sexual lust.

Driving home, I noticed in the rear view mirror the
girls whispering feverishly and giggling continuously.
Doubtless such comparisons of "what did "it" feel
like?" and "how many times and where did they come on
you?" headed the joint Q & A session. Besides, I'm sure
each and every reader here would have a pretty good
idea of where my mind was unavoidably drifting."

As they scampered up the stairs to their bedrooms I
poured myself a JD and ice and hunched up in my
favorite chair. Natalie, their older sister was out.

"I wonder," was the thought kept coursing through my
mind.

Barely ten minutes had elapsed before Kylie's cute
little voice rang out down the stairwell.

"Daddy?"

[starfight]

5. The Way Forward

A perusal of early “Harper Valley” chapters is suggested strictly for those with no prior knowledge of the circumstances leading up to “The Way Forward.” Bear in mind that since these ‘recollections’ were by necessity, compiled only within days of their actual occurrence, the behavioral aspects of certain family members might appear to fluctuate unpredictably. To put it in layman’s terms…..it would appear my two daughters are becoming sluts to their back teeth!

If I had the least notion that the events at that last party were an “educational one-off,” I certainly had another think coming. You can’t tame what’s naturally wild! Besides, “In your own lounge-room, no-one can hear you scream!”

**

Doubtless I had condemned my immortal soul to hell with my flagrant transgression of parental etiquette of late but be that as it may, one has to take the opportunities offered them in this life. Following the events as set down in “Harper Valley: Endgame,” I must admit I was for the next twenty four hours, watching Kylie and Jenna closely for even the slightest sign of remorse, self-recrimination or the least inward discordancy. All I divined as occurring however was a newly developed camaraderie between the two of them – most of which seemed to be taking place beneath Jenna’s quilt-cover before school. Ensuing breakfasts were marked by a good deal of giggling and joi-de-vive.

Even if I had wanted the entire incident erased from my higher memory, it was never to be. Not three days later, Kylie called me into the lounge-room just after dinner. “ ’Phone for you dad,” she called out – “It’s Jerry,” she whispered to me, a smirk building up beneath those pretty little cheeks of hers. I snatched the phone off her.

“Which one was that?” he asked, “Jenna?”

“That was the housekeeper Jerry,” I answered, “She’s ugly as all hell, has chronic bad breath and shaves her forearms. I’ve sent the girls to a Convent to learn the words to “Climb Every Mountain” …..what can I do for you?”

“A Convent huh?” he mused, “Well, from what I saw last weekend, they’re gonna be pretty popular with the older Sisters.” He had a point there. All sorts of murderously hot images immediately flashed through my head (amongst other anatomical hot-spots). Kylie sitting on one of the elder Sisters’ laps, her little skirt pushed up around her hips while another of the Flying Nuns slipped her panties down and fingered her. Jenna across the laps of two others, being spanked hard while they stripped her….

I had to quickly re-orientate myself…Jerry was still mumbling.

“Yeah, so the reason I called – Warwick is hosting the party next week, the three of you coming….all four maybe?”

“In your dreams Jer,” I growled dismissively, “Natalie doesn’t even know about all this….well, least as far as I know!”

“Bummer,” he replied, “Still, the rest of you will be there right?”

I wondered if Kylie was listening-in on the extension upstairs…I certainly would have been in her position. Coughing nervously I just told him I needed a day or so to think on that one, but not to hold his breath. The slightest of clicks gave the game away for the girls…they’d been eavesdropping - no risk!

Jerry sounded faintly disappointed but agreed to wait my call. I took the stairs two at a time. The girls were sitting at Kylie’s computer chatting on-line.

They looked up expectantly as I entered.

“NO WE’RE NOT!” I thundered, “And it’s rude to listen-in on people’s calls.” I added, trying my best to sound authoritarian.

“Oh we weren’t listening dad,” Jenna giggled… “Kylie just forgot to hang up earlier.”

“Yeah right,” I replied. “Gotcha there cutie-pie…..If the ‘phone had been off the hook, Jerry wouldn’t have been able to get-through would he?”

“Oh….was it Jerry?” she looked at me all wide-eyed and innocent, completely ignoring my smart detective-work.

“As if you didn’t know?” I muttered, desperate to win a point somewhere. “Yes, of course it was Jerry and no, we are not going to the next party. You both had more than enough last week. You’re school kids not sex-toys. Let’s get real here girls.”

“Well, you took us dad.” Kylie interrupted, “Besides, you didn’t seem to mind too much that night as I recall.” That really set Jenna off giggling fitfully.

I almost blushed, recalling the white-hot images of the two of them naked on the bed after Kylie had called down to me to come up. What else can a man do when he finds his two young daughters posed lewdly on a bed and panting for it?” I did what I had to.

“Yeah well okay Kyles, you caught me at a weak moment,” I answered. “I’ve thought about it since and we need to be a little more circumspect about things. Your reputations for one!”

Kylie looked at me in that cheeky way she does when she knows she’s on top of the situation.

“Dad, we could make you do it right now if we wanted to!” So saying, she sat back in the chair and spread her legs apart just enough to let me see her hot little white panties.”

“Cut that right out cheeky-face,” I managed to splutter, “Natalie’s just up in her room, I don’t think we need to advertise our combined sins right now.”

Kylie pouted, but closed-up the brief window of opportunity.

“What is it with you two?” I asked. “Did you really enjoy having all those guys after you?”

“It was kinda fun dad – really,” Jenna muttered. “Hot too!” Her sister joined her in a fit of the giggles.

“Yeah, well it might not be so hot if you had gotten pregnant would it?” I suggested, falling back on the “wise and responsible parent” entity.

“Specially if you were the father dad,” Kylie put in. “Would be a problem I suppose, having a baby that was my half-brother too. Not to mention you being both father and grandfather.”

Right that second, call me a twisted, perverted head-case, but just the thought of getting Kylie pregnant, brought on waves of paternal longing as opposed to waves of parental intelligence. God I love them so much!

“Ok kids well let’s just leave this for a while,” I suggested. “We’ll talk about it a bit later – when you’re both asleep I think might be opportune, then I won’t get any cheek from either of you!”

The topic of the next party was somewhat side-tracked courtesy of some unexpected guests the following night. By sheer good fortune, Natalie was out with her boyfriend and my eldest son with his girlfriend. In hindsight, might have been better if the three of us had been out too!

We had just eaten and cleared away – one of the rare nights I actually got them to wash-up for me, when there came a knock at the door.

“See who that is Jenna please,” I called out.

The last thing I was expecting to see subsequently, was Jerry and his daughter Michelle being ushered into the lounge.

“Just passing your street on the way home,” he said, “and Michelle mentioned that Kylie and Jenna live at number twenty six, so I figured we’d drop-by and say hi!”

I was thinking to myself, “Yeah, right Jerry, you scheming little bastard,” but quite frankly, so tight was the hot tartan skirt Michelle had on, it was taking the edge off my deductive processes.”

“Can I offer you guys a drink?” I muttered, logged-in to auto-polite mode and immediately regretting it, upon realization that this might prolong the visit. Naturally Jerry opted for a beer. All three girls headed off to the kitchen. I decided I may as well join him….I don’t even like beer! Jenna brought out a couple of twist-tops and the girls grabbed themselves a diet Pepsi each before pitching themselves down on the far lounge in strikingly appealing poses. At the angle both Jerry and I were, you didn’t need much imagination let’s say. Well, assuming you were thinking along similarly degenerate lines.

“So,” piped-up Jerry, swigging a couple of inches of the frosty brew a tad theatrically, “You guys gonna make it Saturday?”

“Er, we’ve already covered that one Jer,” I responded, the epitome of cool fatherhood. “Said we’re gonna think about it…..remember?”

Just at that second, Michelle said something to Kylie and Jenna and all three of them began laughing hysterically. I glared at them.

“You said a couple of days actually…that was over forty eight hours ago now,” he added wistfully.

“Hey Jer,” I replied, my body-language set to “confrontation imminent,” “Am I on some kinda sliding time-scale here? Jerry looked stunned.

“I…I was just asking.” He hastily swigged another inch or two.

Sensing a need to calm my disposition I guess, yet totally unprovoked, Michelle walked over and sat on my lap. God…was she well-trained or what? It worked though, I was fully consoled….and fully boned-up pretty much. I told you how tight that skirt was!

My two girls were eyeing the situation carefully. I was eyeing other things.

“Look Jerry,” I told him, “I will call you the next day or so, OK? Just want to talk stuff through with the girls.”

“Sure,” he said quietly, obviously at ease with his daughter’s relocation. “That’s cool. Just let me know.”

Michelle was wearing some really persuasive perfume that was radically impacting on my defense mechanisms. Was pretty much infiltrating my entire sensory and auditory systems concurrently. She had only to lean across and kiss me and I would be a lost cause…and dammit, she did just that.

“Do you remember how far we got at the party Mr Baker?” she whispered.

“Well, I certainly remember how far you got sweetie,” I replied. “I was there, remember?” Another kiss. What the hell was this? Jerry’s pre-programmed “lets get the parent on-side” technique? If so, it was most definitely a winner!

Thinking little of any possible consequences here, I kissed her back – on the lips this time. Was she compliant? Yummy! I heard Kylie (who else?) call out something along the lines of “Go dad!” I couldn’t be sure of the exact wording.

As she responded to my kissing her, Michelle splayed her legs, which in that skirt was no mean accomplishment. The sight of her hot little black knickers took me over the line and stupidly, I slipped a hand up between her legs. I was lost! Even as I saw Jerry pat the arms of his chair, I knew of course his motivation. Jenna and Kylie lost no time in taking up a position either side of him and hell, their skirts were no less provocative than Michelle’s. I realized now I had been staring at them both intently while they had washed-up for me. I hadn’t been thinking about the war in Iraq either!

I wanted to call out “No, get back on the lounge girls,” but the words refused to form. All I could concentrate on was what my fingers were doing to the front of Michelle’s panties. The more industrious they became, the more reactionary my lap-dweller.

Wriggling on my knee, Michelle raised her hips such that she was able, and with the hottest little expression on her face, one that ranked midway between “pleading” and “intriguing,” she whispered “pull them down if you want.” Like I was thinking, “Oh well, if I must!”

Slipping the skimpy little things off, I was treated to the most arousing of views directly up between her legs. Trimmed but not shaven, Michelle had the prettiest little blonde downy patch of pubic hair atop her pussy. I could see it glistening in places from the natural wetness that had been evident even through her knickers. Caressing her soft labia in a vertical motion, I kissed her rather lovingly as her respiratory rate increased on a par with her escalating urgency.

Built very much like my two girls, Michelle has rather beautiful firm breasts – totally girlish and there they were just inches from my gaze, undulating gently beneath a tight little top which failed delightfully, to conceal the ultra-thin black shoulder-straps of her bra. My hand closed gently around her right breast and I squeezed the soft mound beneath. She covered my hand with her own and looked up at me – words quite unnecessary.

Angling a glance towards Jerry’s chair, I immediately regretted choosing one with such wide arms. Both girls were delicately seated alongside my house-guest, their skirts obscenely high up their thighs while leaning inwards and taking their turns kissing Jerry. His restraint was remarkable as I could see

nothing in the way of bodily contact with either. “What a fucking idiot,” I recall thinking, while at the same time giving thanks to the Gods of stupidity.

Emotionally, Michelle had moved up a cog. It was time to join her on the new plateau. I couldn’t help thinking that however stylish and provocative that cute little top was, it would look so much better on the floor. Consigning it then to its new home, her frilly little push-up bra quite came into its own. I often amuse myself debating mentally whether in fact a young girl exerts a greater appeal in a bra than out of one. Undeniably, both concepts have their selling points. For me though I find nothing more arousing than the sight (and feel) of young partially covered breasts with a hint of cleavage – specially when their owner has but one intention – to let you see more!

Slipping her straps down her arms, the lightest intake of breath betrayed Michelle’s arousal. As her perfectly sculptured contours and perkiest of light brown nipples emerged, I told her she was just so beautiful and kissed her lips, which hopefully conveyed to her the honesty of that statement. At the point a girl’s eyes go dreamy, you know you must have said something right!

Quite without thought at that particular moment as to the sexual predicament of my own two charges, I simply needed to unhook that front-clasp. I felt her hand pull my head gently to her as my lips took in both the extremity of her nipple and the milky smell of her young breasts. I sucked her like a baby and with a baby’s need for satisfaction and comfort.

With her free hand, Michelle unzipped the back of her skirt and we shuffled it off her. I caught a glimpse of Kylie and Jenna’s expression as Michelle was finally rendered naked on my lap. Jerry also was no longer inactive on the home front. Whether at his urgings or nature was just taking its own course, the two girls now began to kiss each other, leaning across Jerry’s chest. With the imminent proximity of both their breasts but inches from his face, I could hardly be surprised at his beginning to grope them both. I had enough to worry about myself!

Pulling Michelle around to a semi-squatting position on my lap she was beginning to moan as my fingers delved well up inside her pussy. What all this looked like to Jerry – God only knows. She had her arms up around my neck and was beginning to coordinate her hip movements to my digital thrusts. Let’s face it though, there is a finite limit to what one’s fingers, even with back-up can achieve, and ultimately the weapon of choice must be brought into play. Such decision is made even quicker when one’s ears are assailed, however softly, by simple but inspirational little phrases such as “Fuck me Mr Baker.”

“Call me Noel….please.” I whispered to her.

Not sure whether I unzipped myself or whether she did it….it happened so damn quickly. Holding her firmly around her curvy and impossibly well-engineered bottom, I just pulled her to me as she guided my not inconsiderable erection deep into her tight but tender little pussy, with all the directional efficiency of a tomahawk missile on heat. It was beyond Nirvana just being in her and looking within her pretty eyes. I held her tight to me for a few moments doing nothing more than exchanging sensations – both physical and emotional. It’s a time that the term “fucking” has no meaning and “experiencing” means everything. It’s a time that ‘perpetuation of the species’ becomes an understood thing for a moment and that the beauty of procreation and sexual interplay transcends the reality of your partner being a wife, daughter, girlfriend….anything more than a completely desired female companion.

Aware that Kylie was being pulled on to Jerry’s lap facing him and that the three of them were way beyond ground zero as far as kissing each other was concerned, my entire concentration was directed towards pleasing the happy and vibrant little blonde poppet who, with her legs spread wide and her nipples now so erect and appreciative of my tactile ministrations, was thrusting forwards to gain maximum penetration and pleasure from each passing second.

From Jerry and the girl’s perspective, I imagine watching Michelle’s progress on my lap and the sight of her cute and naked little rear-end being held and fondled with unimpaired delight, must have driven up the trio’s body temperatures. Jenna especially I could see at a glance, was receiving more than her fair share of attention. Giving her breasts a brief respite, Jerry had a hand up beneath her checkered skirt and was, judging by her movements, rubbing the front of her panties in exactly the right spot.

Michelle was four-fifths along the highway now and definitely not looking for an exit ramp. Completely glazed-over from physical overload, her eyes signaled her readiness for completion. Still thrusting deeply into her, as far as her cervix by the feel of it, I smiled at her, told her again how beautiful she was and then just as I felt her begin to cum, I let go with her and pumped all those millions of DNA-spiked little rascals into their new home.

Whimpering, she just clung to me and as I have emphasized before, it is that few seconds just after completion of the act, if you have any semblance of emotional appreciation - that the wondrous realization of what you have just done comes home to roost. You have “loved,” “shared,” “given” and “received.” It just doesn’t get any better than that!

Holding Michelle to my chest, her arms still around my neck and feeling her heart-rate gradually return to normal, the scene just three or four meters distant was wreaking havoc with my own ventricular pulsing. Kylie was kneeling astride Jerry, her skirt pushed right up to her hips with her light-blue knickers unavoidably now highly visible as far as the elastic at the top. What purpose they were serving however is open to conjecture as quite obviously Jerry was well up inside her. I both heard and saw Jenna, her back to me now and with Jerry’s free hand roaming at will up between her own legs, urge her sister on by saying,

“Let him fuck you like dad’s fucking Michelle, Kylie.”

So engrossed was she in her sister’s copulatory progress and her own indecent fondling that she hadn’t even noticed that Michelle and I had finished.

Watching this, my own erection assumed its former monolithic proportions and may God forgive my deprived (make that depraved) parental care factor, but my most inner craving at that moment was to see Kylie fucked into total submission. I was to get my wish.

The inertia behind each of Jerry’s upward thrusts into my daughter was clearly evidenced by the rear-action movement of Kylie’s bottom. As her gasps and moans began to run together, I watched transfixed as he pulled the elastic down and inched her panties below her cheeks which he then cupped and pulled hard to him. Kylie arched herself backwards in pleasure, presenting to Jerry’s flushed face, two very hot young breasts that stretched to the limit the little shirt she had on.

As I watched, my arms still around Michelle, Jerry whispered something to Jenna and I was surely skirting the edge of a coronary, as I saw her undo Kylie’s buttons and begin fondling her sister’s breasts. Although I had no front-on vision, the effect on Kylie was immediate and dramatic to say the least. Spreading her legs as wide as she could, she was just allowing herself to be impaled on his erection while she whimpered quite clearly, “Fuck me Jerry…..fuck me.”

At the point that Jerry returned one hand up between Jenna’s legs, she was wriggling almost as much as her sister. I think it was her pushing Kylie’s bra right up that brought on the inevitable fireworks. Jerry simply took hold of her waist, began sucking her nipples and basically left Kylie to complete the festivities. As she lost all control, simply crying out in wanton pleasure, he actually lifted her by the hips as he came in her midway through her own orgasm it would appear. By then, Jenna was fingering and rubbing herself stupid – whether through or inside her panties, I just couldn’t see.

Exhausted, Kylie collapsed against Jerry’s chest, her knickers still at half-mast, while Jenna was just sitting on the edge of the chair looking at her sister and trying to remember how to breathe. With her crumpled skirt still gathered obscenely high around her thighs, I could only imagine what kind of a view Jerry must have had.

No one spoke for a while, the only sound detectable being of four respiratory systems trying to normalize themselves.

Easing Michelle off my lap, she began retrieving her knickers and bra while I went across to my thoroughly wicked little daughters. As I approached the chair, Kylie raised her head, and her expression was so lovable and hot…..I just had to kiss her.

“You let him fuck me dad,” she said, the tease-factor quite evident.

“I did, didn’t I?” I smirked, “And to think I just stood by while you suffered so much. I don’t think I can live with myself! The only excuse I have sweetie…..I was kinda busy with your little friend there.” I nodded towards Michelle, watching as she hooked-up the clasp of her bra.

“And as for you cheeky-face?” I turned towards Jenna. “That is very naughty playing with your sister like that!”

“Sorry daddy,” she sniggered, “Don’t know what came over me!” She smoothed her skirt back down – although it still looked diabolically sexy.

Having retrieved her skirt and top, Michelle came and stood beside me looking up at me so prettily I had to kiss her too. Something told me the evening was far from over.

It must have told Jerry too, as he took hold of Jenna’s hand and having no fear obviously of seeming a little risque, said simply.

“Might not we be a little comfier upstairs?”

“Er, “we” being who exactly, Jerry?” I asked. He let go of Jenna’s hand like it was a hot potato.

“Oh c’mon Noel, be fair,” he said. “You can’t leave one daughter horny as hell surely?”

“I can’t?” I replied. “Let me guess Jerry, you want to make things right…“help” her with that particular problem yourself? What a trooper huh!”

He wasn’t sure quite how to answer that one. I think the sarcasm was getting to him.

Michelle, ever the ice-breaker chimed in, “Oh, I’d love to see your bedroom Jenna.” So saying, she took Jenna’s hand and they headed for the stairs. I grabbed Kylie by the shoulders before Jerry could even think about it.

Reluctantly I followed the girls up to Jenna’s room, which as it just so happened was marginally larger than Kylie’s or mine. Natalie, now twenty, had inherited the largest, mainly because she had amassed so much stuff, including almost a thousand videos and dvd’s.

Jenna was showing Michelle her computer and school desk while Jerry and I sat on the coverlet with Kylie pretty much equi-distant between us. I took hold of her hand, more as a protective measure than anything else. Her sidling up beside me suddenly and kissing me hard on the lips wasn’t quite the reaction I had in mind – nice as it was though.

“Kylie,” I said.

“Yes dad?”….she looked so completely innocent, I lost my train of thought.

“Wow, there’s a girl loves her daddy,” muttered Jerry, “I should be so lucky!”

Her presence besides me was stirring things I didn’t want stirred. I noticed that her skirt had ridden up a fair bit and she was making no effort to address the situation. I could feel my desire rising, my defensive game-plan crumbling.

“God Kylie…not now,” I muttered, “Haven’t you had enough already?’

She just shook her pretty head and looked at me, those beautiful eyes speaking volumes of indecent propositions.

The next thing I knew, my hands – damn their self-willed and totally independent functionality, were undoing the buttons on Kylie’s shirt. My right hand sank beneath her bra cup and began squeezing her hot little breasts that were responding the only way they knew how. I was vaguely aware that the other two girls had moved over to the bed and that something was being orchestrated behind us.

Kylie’s eyes were glazing over as I kissed her really passionately and I could feel that the erection in progress was not one likely to be satisfied by a re-run of “Charlie’s Angels: Full Throttle.”

Pushing Kylie on her back, I was stunned to see Jenna in similar pose the far side of the bed. Jerry had taken a hold of her arms and was pulling her across to his side on her back, while Michelle was all too easily tugging my daughter’s hot skimpy panties down. Just as her pussy was exposed, I felt Kylie’s hands unzipping me and pulling out my erection. I had her knickers off in record time.

Let’s just say “foreplay” wasn’t on the menu at this particular juncture. I wasn’t so inclined and Kylie in the condition she was, was looking for anything but a romantic interlude with her dad. I think I reached her appendix with the first thrust. So far gone was I, I think I muttered something about my intention to “fuck her cute little pussy six ways from Sunday,” and then set about doing just that.

Meanwhile, I heard Jerry say, “Lick her Shelley,” and was vaguely aware of Jenna’s gasp as Michelle spread her thighs and set in motion one damnably hot little session. Kylie locked her legs around my back and was simply insatiable….forget Marilyn Chambers all those years ago – she wasn’t in the ballpark!

This my friends, was fucking first and foremost, loving later. Well, let me qualify that. Of course I loved her and never lost sight of that fact, but Kylie last night was not simply the cute little schoolgirl tease, she was a young woman in full control of her sexual drive and I was the quarry. For ten minutes or so, her mate rather than her father. Oh God, how I love juggling those roles!

I just tore her shirt open, pushed her bra up and rubbed her breasts red raw while I fucked her. Kylie was wriggling, panting and extremely vocal in terms of what she was expecting to be done to her. Obviously the heat generated by this intense sexual scenario rubbed off on the co-participants. I heard Michelle say, “Lets swap places and you can fuck her dad!”

In less time than it took to walk up the stairs, Jerry was kneeling on the bed between Jenna’s legs and pushing his erection as far up her as the laws of nature permitted. So wet must she have already been watching her sister getting it, I figure a full-size pony was in with a chance here. Jerry began to fuck her as hard as he knew how and she was lying almost alongside Kylie at this stage. Seeing my youngest daughter being pretty much raped (although willingly) spurred me to even greater heights (and depths) if such be possible.

Not entirely sure why this should be, but at the point that Jenna suddenly reached out for her sister’s hand, something in me hit the nitrous button. Seeing these two beautiful young sisters holding hands…obviously sharing the intensity and sexual energies being wreaked upon their still developing bodies, just blew me away. I experienced the biggest release I have ever mustered. It literally weakened me as would have a gunshot wound. Kylie felt it and as her own orgasm took her to where she had definitely planned on going, she drew her knees up, still spread wide and just hugged me to her.

Jerry, although he had cum....I could see it all seeping out of Jenna’s pussy, was still fucking her – and Jenna was obviously wanting it, still moving her hips up to meet his thrusting actions and more than happy to let him continue rubbing her sexy little breasts that he had wasted no time in getting out.

Michelle understandably had been relegated to hand duty and judging by her flushed expression and hands tight-pressed against her knickers suddenly, it hadn’t all been bad news!

Probably as well that my other kids were due back later in the evening because quite honestly I think we would have fallen back on the old “Why don’t you two guys stay for the night?” routine. The permutations possible with the four of us and two beds – three if you include mine, are downright awesome!

But Jerry really did deserve a smack in the mouth for his comment when they left shortly afterwards.

“I take it then you will all be there Saturday?”

[starfight]

6. If you’re going to Harper Valley


"Barely had Jerry and Michelle departed that evening,
than it was on!

"C'mon dad... Pleeasse take us this weekend! We'll be
good."

"That's the problem Jenna," I said. "It's your
interpretation of 'being good' that worries me. Look
what happened tonight? Give you two any opportunity and
its every man for himself these days."

"Didn't see you showing too much restraint with
Michelle dad," muttered Kylie, perfecting her cutesy-
little-daughter routine just inside the kitchen
doorway.

"That's enough out of you two," I replied, fully aware
I was never going to win an argument with either of
them, whatever the rules. "And you can stop that cheeky
pouting Kylie – we're not going OK?"

"Sure dad," she grinned and headed off to bed,
shepherding Jenna ahead of her. "Goodnight daddy," they
both chorused from half way up the stairs, before
breaking down in a fit of giggles. Ya gotta love them!

**

The subject of Warwick's upcoming hosting-debut wasn't
raised for the next day or so. I figured I was on top
of the situation and back on track for "responsible
parent of the month" nomination. Amazing the damage
just one 'phone call can do! Shortly after 8 p.m.
Friday – the entire teenage entourage was out -
enjoying boyfriends, girlfriends or sleepovers, when my
cell rang.

"Hi Mr Baker," floated delicately from the micro-
speaker. Recognising that confident little voice, yet
having no expectation of hearing from her so soon, I
felt eighteen again.

"C'mon Larissa," I said, "Call me Noel." So happy was I
to hear from her, she could have called me anything she
damn well felt like – I would have crawled across hot
coals to hear from her.

She said she hoped I hadn't minded her calling but she
just wanted to say hello and see if I was going to the
party on Saturday. At that particular second I wasn't
even thinking of the party or anything else much above
her beautiful face, tender lips and wholesome youth.

As she spoke with me I could visualise just how she was
sitting, the delicate curve of her hips, one hand
playing idly as it always was, with those little curls
up near her forehead. I wondered what color ribbon she
had in her hair and whether she was just the slightest
bit damp even talking to me. I wasn't actually thinking
of her in any blatant sexual way at all strange to say,
simply happy as all hell that she'd called.

"Yeah Larissa," I was saying, "Thing is, I actually
told the girls I wouldn't be taking them again."

"Oh!" She sounded just so disappointed. "Does that mean
you won't be going either?"

I thought for a split second of asking her out on a
date instead, before reality kicked-in big time. "What
the fuck are you thinking Noel? A sixteen-year-old girl
dating a guy in his late forties... very late forties?
Yeah right!" I collected my thoughts rapidly.

"Larissa, I would dearly love to go especially knowing
that you'll be there to be quite honest, but if I do,
how can I justify to Kylie and Jenna, going myself
while insisting they stay home? Kinda a double standard
there doncha think?

"Well why can't they go?" she asked. "It's not as if
you're forcing them too." God, the simplicity and logic
of the female mind-set! She was continuing, "And I know
dad will be soo disappointed."

Now that I could understand! Recalling immediately
those images of him gently spreading Jenna's legs as
she lay on me, while I pulled her bra straps down,
there is no way he wouldn't have been planning on
either a re-run or a repeat performance with her
sister. Worse still, the thought now of taking on the
role of voyeur at such a spectacle, was anything but
repugnant to me. I hesitated before I answered her.

"Did George actually say anything about what happened
at the Archer's place Larissa? I asked tentatively.

I think she half-choked. "What didn't he say!" she
replied. "He thought that Jenna was just so hot and
that none of the other girls could hold a candle to
her... I think that was the phrase he used."

"Hmmmm, so the guy has taste," I thought to myself.
This was panning-out as a major major re-think. I mean
I could hardly disappoint her greatest fan could I?

"Well maybe... just one last fling," I said to her. I
heard the swift intake of breath. She probably punched
the air with a "Yes" too!

"I'll make it up to you Noel," she whispered teasingly
before hanging up. So bad was my subsequent fit of
shaking, it was all I could do to depress the "end
call" button.

Kyle was home later that night but I didn't tell her
the inquest had been re-opened. First thing the next
morning I had to pick up Jenna from her sleep-over and
take the two of them to school. Needless to say,
following a brief tete-a-tete in the rear seat, Kylie
ever the spokesperson, asked hopefully just as we
pulled up at the main gates, "Had any second thoughts
dad?"

**

I told them I had recanted my stance on the subject,
but just this once and not to take it as carte blanche
from here-on in. The squeals of delight, kisses and
shoulder-hugs that followed that little statement
necessitated my explaining to various parental
onlookers, "It's OK Guys, we're just a really close
family!"

Just as a few staid older parents were glancing my way
frowning upon such open affection, Warwick pulled up
behind me. Brianna was out the passenger's door like a
flash and leaning-in to give me the most passionate
kiss on the lips, before linking arms with my two
girls, the three of them winging it up the grass verge.
The frowns gave way to astonished stares – I think I
made the "likely paedophiles list" that morning.

Warwick came over and leant on the hood.

"You and the girls dropping by tomorrow?" he asked. I
had little cause to wonder which of those two were the
higher on his wish-list.

"Sure thing," I replied, " Looking forward to it."

"Good man," he mumbled, "Get there as early as you
can... let's make a day of it."

I was going to ask if he meant a "day of them" but
thought better of it. Already I was seeing white-hot
scenarios forming on the periphery of my imagination. I
simply shook hands and swung back into the morning
gridlock.

How hot was that Saturday morning? Just knowing I was
going to see my two cute little daughters getting
likely stripped and fucked silly within hours was
pulse-raising stuff. God–knows what the anticipation
factor was doing to them. I knew now how Jerry and
Warwick must have felt driving their girls to these
parties all this time.

We didn't actually exchange that many words all morning
– not a lot you can say when you stop to think about
it. Kylie and Jenna both did themselves up like hot
little teen teases... absolutely tasteful to be sure...
but still no mistaking the sluttish-intent. Teased-up
hair, short tight (matching) skirts and tops which
would undeniably give on-going credence to the "twin
sister" myth. Lightest touch of make-up, eye shadow and
lip gloss and sexy little black strapped shoes.

It goes without saying we went very close to be
extremely late getting there – they were that hot! I
guarantee they felt like slipping a hand up inside one
another's knickers the entire trip there and yes, I did
check that possibility in the rear view mirror, it
simply didn't happen.

Warwick's house is barely ten minutes from our place.
I've never been so glad to get somewhere!

No sooner had I parked than the girls were unbuckled
and out the back doors. I watched them mingle with
several other familiar faces. Brittany and Louise were
already there with their dads as were Brianna and
Caitlin, another little bubbly blonde from Kylie's
tenth grade homeroom.

Jerry pretty much followed me in to the drive-way not
two minutes later and I had barely been able to
extricate myself from the driver's seat, before
Michelle flung her arms around me and gave me the
warmest of hugs. I indicated the side gate through
which my girls had just walked. With her beautiful
blonde hair trailing off her shoulders, she took off
after them. Jerry, seeing me alone in the car enquired
with not a little trepidation in his voice.

"Aren't Kylie and Jenna with you?"

"Relax Jer," I countered, "They're here. No need to
throw a nervy turn!"

"Thank God," he muttered, then realising how desperate
he must have sounded. "It's just they your girls are so
damn hot, I was kinda looking forward to... "

"Yeah, you don't have to explain Jer," I cut him off,
"Don't wanna hear all the gruesome little details." He
looked somewhat embarrassed.

"Besides," I continued, "Got a few plans for Michelle
myself – probably nothing you'd want to hear about
either." He half-smiled.

"Oh, I dunno about that!" Damn, he was more twisted
than I'd imagined!

Warwick's place was way smaller than the previous
venues, but with a huge rear garden. To compensate for
the impracticability of housing thirty-odd guests in a
multiplicity of rooms indoors, he had hired a huge
marquee that had been professionally set-up on the rear
lawn. With the block pretty much secluded by cedars,
complete privacy was maintained. Within, one had the
option of sitting on scatter-rugs, portable lounges,
ordinary chairs, the occasional 'day and night' or
freshly cut lawn, all of which were to be put to good
use. To any neighboring observer it would simply appear
to be a teenage birthday party in progress.

A small "bar" had been set up on a couple of trestles
and most every adult gravitated towards that little
area to begin with, while the girls giggled and chatted
in small groups within the cavernous venue. This time
it appeared more than the usual number of mothers were
in attendance – I counted at least six. And they say
women are the fairer sex? It promised to be an
'interesting' afternoon.

I was mid-way through my first Chardonnay, keeping an
eye on Kylie and Jenna who were at that stage, chatting
animatedly within a small mixed group down the far end
of the marquee, when my burgeoning fears were arrested
as George and Larissa were ushered in through the main
flap. Both made their way over to me immediately.

Shaking George's outstretched hand I had to admire
Larissa's absolutely stunning appearance. Simple but
immaculately fitting dark blue dress that clung to her
like a devoted lover. Long enough to be tasteful, short
enough to bring on an erection, a thin black belt
highlighted her slim waist. The dress' one concession
to outright sexual-tease - a micro zip that ran hem to
crotch. (How many trips up and down had that recorded
on the way to Warwick's place I wondered?) Her dark
hair was perfectly groomed as always and swept back at
the sides with small clips that were hidden beneath
small frangipani. She was a living doll.

Larissa hugged me and took my hand – George seemed
quite at ease with her familiarity, simply asking, "Are
your two here Noel?" I pointed out the little group
down the far end and he hightailed it in that general
direction. For some reason, I really liked George – way
ahead of Jerry and Warwick if the truth be known. That
he had infinitely more taste and finesse was beyond
question. The thought of him and my two girls – either
separately or together - really kick-started some
serious adrenaline flow. For now though, I had other
things and other fantasies on my mind.

Finding an unoccupied chair close by, I drew Larissa
down on to my lap. Just looking at her was a privilege.
Exactly what was going on with us I don't know but I
sensed she felt it and as far as I could tell,
definitely wasn't fighting it. I told her how beautiful
she was and kissed her. A girl doesn't respond like she
did unless something is there on-site to cause it. More
than anything else, I wanted to take her home and to
spend hours showing her how much I loved her. Speaking
of which, I could pretty well see right down her top at
that angle. My right hand encircled her left breast and
squeezed it gently. She snuggled-in more to give me
better access.

Oblivious to anyone else who may have been watching, I
slipped my hand down inside her top where just a hint
of light-blue bra was teasing my vision. So warm was
she there, I felt her nipple growing even as I rubbed
it softly between thumb and forefinger. Her hips
wriggled slightly on my lap and reminded immediately of
the proximity of that little zip, I just had to
misbehave. Maybe she had worked on it with the WD40,
but so easily did it unzip, her soft thighs were
exposed in the blink of an eye.

Murmuring as I placed a hand on her leg, some six
inches above her knee, she parted her legs slightly –
enough lets say, to make visible the edge of the
hottest little silky blue panties she must have been
able to find in that third drawer down. Cute as they
were, it wasn't the "edge" of them I was thinking
about... more like dead center.

Now we were on the home straight. As I rubbed her pussy
beneath the soft material, she just looked up at me
pleadingly. I didn't need an expert in body-language to
translate for me. With my right hand now fully inside
her bra in charge of back-up, I managed to slip three
fingers beneath the hem of her knickers, two of which
negotiated the short trip to the main portal with
consummate ease.

Once inside, I was taking no prisoners. So hot was she,
I was almost relegated to being a 'bit' player. Eyes
glazed, I know she wanted physiological input other
than fingers right about then, but I was determined to
tease her stupid. I felt her vaginal muscles gripping
my fingers as I pushed in deeply whilst my thumb
commenced a rhythmical, though pressured stimulation of
her clitoral bud.

I really was being cruel, stopping at crucial moments
just to tell her how lovely she was. She was gasping
with a need to cum and so I relented and began rubbing
her hard enough that she just spread her legs, bringing
on the big-o with indecent haste.

"Better than a French Vanilla Chocolate?" I enquired.
She put her head on my shoulder and purred.

"Is she your daughter?" said a female voice just to the
left of my chair? I glanced around.

Sitting there on the rug was a very attractive young
woman, ostensibly in her late twenties. Seems she had
been indulging in a spot of close-range voyeurism
during the concluding moments of Larissa's performance.

"Er, no she's not actually... wish she was!" I replied
quite truthfully.

"And you are?"

"Oh, my name's Susie," she said, "Most call me Sue. I
suppose I shouldn't have intruded – she just looked so
hot when you were doing that to her, I thought she
might have been your daughter."

I looked at her for a moment, wondering if that kinda
thing was a regular event in her household. "You're
married then?"

"No," she replied. "Just came here with my daughter –
she's only thirteen though."

Now she had my interest. With Larissa propped up in my
arms and equally attentive I imagine, I asked her if
she often came to these parties – I had never seen her
before. She said she hadn't but had been invited, as
her daughter Tanya was best friends with another girl
who came often. I also learned that she was divorced
and obviously interested in pursuing an "alternative"
sexual lifestyle for both herself and Tanya. She asked
if I had daughters.

I was about to point them out when I was lucky to avoid
a heart murmur. Down the far end of the room I could
see George seated on a portable lounge. Jenna was on
his lap, her skirt pushed high towards her hips from
what I could see, with his hand well up between her
legs.

That was fair enough – his own daughter having been
much in the same position on mine. Kylie however was
kneeling alongside, letting him kiss her while he
appeared to be rubbing her breasts concurrently.
Another older man was behind Kylie tugging her skirt up
and about to slip his hands in somewhere he shouldn't.

Other girls in that group were well into the "being
fondled" stage also. Brianna I noticed was the subject
of a major exploratory being undertaken by two men on
one of the nearby scatter-rugs. Down to her bra and
knickers already, one man had her arms behind her while
the other had, it looked like, his hands in her
panties. Her back being to me, I couldn't see that
clearly.

Well actually Sue," I said "I do believe those two
girls down there on the lounge are my daughters." I
pointed them out. "Just can't seem to keep a rein on
them presently."

She laughed. "Wow, yes, they seem to be having fun."

"Where is Tanya," I asked her.

She pointed to a small group not far to our left. A
very young girl with dark hair in a pony-tail was
sitting on Brad Archer's knee of all people. He was
holding her around the waist chatting to another man
and a blonde woman of middle age. It didn't appear
anything of a sexual nature was happening at that
moment. Still, I was surprised she had left her
daughter alone, it being her first time.

"Do you and Tanya know what happens at these parties?"
I said, trying to put it as delicately as possible. She
seemed surprised by my question.

"You mean do I know that Tanya might end up getting
fucked?" she replied very matter-of-factly. Larissa
gasped – I maintained a straight face.

"Well, er yeah... and whatever else," I muttered. "I
mean, she is only thirteen."

"Oh sure, but Tanya isn't a virgin. In fact she has had
a lot of partners – all older men... at home you know,"
she added by way of explanation.

Thinking it best not to pursue that particular line of
questioning, I asked her what it was, she herself
liked.

"Girls," she said, looking at Larissa - "Young girls
are soo hot!"

I have to admit, she got that one right. Larissa was
shifting about a bit uncomfortably. I was getting
interested. This had possibilities.

"What's your name Sweetie?" she asked.

Larissa blushed a fraction but told her. Susie moved up
a bit closer, curling up on the floor near my shoes.
She took hold of Larissa's hand and quite obviously was
staring at her panties that with the zip still right
up, were almost fully exposed.

**

"Would you let me touch you?" she asked almost
plaintively.

Larissa looked up at me as if wanting to see my
reaction. I shrugged.

"It's up to you sweetheart – might be a new experience
for you." I was really wanting to see how this panned
out.

Taking Larissa's non-objection as a green light, she
slipped her hand up between Larissa's thigh... a few
inches above her knees. From my vantage point I could
see pretty much right down Susie's low-cut top. Her
cleavage was remarkably arousing. But there again, so
was what was happening on my lap. Larissa gasped as the
older girl just brushed her hand across the front of
her panties. No need to describe the effect on me I
think.

"You feel soo sexy sweetie," said Susie. This time
Larissa did blush.

Gradually parting the young girl's legs, Susie ran her
fingers down the center of her panties pushing the
material well in-between the lips of her pussy. How hot
was that to watch? Larissa put her face up towards me
obviously wanting to be kissed... couldn't have thought
of a better option myself. Susie slipped a hand up
beneath her own skirt just then and was quite obviously
setting-up her own countdown procedure. If only I could
have reached, I would have lent a hand!

"Get her tits out for me," was the absolute last thing
I was expecting to hear from the lips of this young
woman. From Warwick or Jerry perhaps but not a girl.
Still, I had no wish to disappoint her and Larissa was
squirming so hard with the pleasures being extended
once again to her pussy – she was in no position to
argue. Slipping her shoulder straps down... both those
of her dress and bra, it was but a second's work to
expose her breasts fully.

"Rub them... pull her nipples," whispered Susie. My own
erection was nudging the upper red line by this stage.
If either girl had touched me I think I would have
erupted. For a young female lacking experience (to my
knowledge at least) of any girl-on-girl action, Larissa
was a quick learner. Quite without provocation, she
began holding her knickers to one side which spurred
Susie into sudden and decisive action. Kneeling
forwards, she began to lick Larissa which brought on an
increasingly vocal wave of moans and little cries of
pleasure. "Oh, Oh, Oh's" to be precise.

My continuing to fondle her exposed breasts and pulling
hard on her nipples, caused Larissa to be taken to the
edge way quicker than I had gotten her there earlier.
She absolutely cried-out in ecstasy as she came. Susie
at that point was rubbing herself so hard, it was
little wonder her moment followed within seconds. God,
wouldn't George have liked to watch all this I was
thinking. I looked across to where he had been sitting.

"Had been" is right. Right about now George was lying
full length on the lounge with Jenna on top of him. If
what I thought I could see was actually happening – I
needed to be over there and quick smart! I kissed
Larissa and excused myself.

"You are coming back aren't you?" she asked pleadingly,
at the same time slipping her shoulder straps back up
as I climbed out from under her.

"You can count on it sweetheart," I told her. "Just got
to go check out my two kids."

As I got up, another couple was approaching – looked
like a man and his wife. Larissa wasn't going to be
short of attention for a while.

Passed-by Tanya's group on the way. Did I say nothing
sexual was happening? What a difference five minutes or
so can make. Brad Archer had the thirteen-year old
sitting on his knee facing him. He was kissing her with
relish as his female partner relieved the young girl of
her training bra which joined her skirt and top in a
small heap on the floor.

Sitting there now astride his lap in just her panties –
hot little white cotton briefs, and quite obviously
those of a young girl to judge by the cute little bears
marching across her backside, she appeared more than
happy to let the two of them fondle her. Archer had his
hands well into her knickers and the woman was starting
to gently rub and pull her tiny breasts every which
way. Would love to have stayed and watched the next
act!

My eyes had not failed me. George was having fun! Not
only was Jenna lying on him – she was completely
naked... but far from cold I'd say. George had both
hands around her bottom pulling her to him as he thrust
up into her. Jenna, her eyes half closed, was moaning
and whimpering as she wriggled her little ass sexily
beneath his hands.

Her breasts I could see were crushed up against his
open shirt and her nipples as erect as it was possible
for them to get. It looked to me like she was
deliberately rubbing them against his chest to arouse
both of them further. George wasn't saying much though.
There were reasons for this!

First and foremost, his lips were busy kissing away the
last remnants of Kylie's lip-gloss. The two of them
were literally so passionately smooching, I could feel
the heat. Between kisses, I could hear Kylie saying to
him, "Ohh keep fucking my little sister."

She should be talking! On her knees herself, the guy
behind her had her skirt pushed up over her hips, her
panties right down and he was just fucking her so hard,
her small breasts were almost jerking free of her bra.
It's a wonder that was still on!

Jenna was the first to see me but given that George was
at that second, transferring several million
chromosomes across to her uterus for safe-keeping, she
wasn't inclined too much in the way of conversation.
Watching as she instinctively spread her legs to take
in his entire consignment, I just smiled down at her
and mouthed the words "I love you sweetheart."

Kylie too saw George cum in her sister but being at the
point of orgasm herself could only gasp and slide her
hand up between her legs and rub her pussy right
alongside her partner's thrusting erection. Even as she
cried out at her own release, the man reached his
zenith and clutching her hips tightly, filled her to
overflowing with the good stuff. No one could argue
with his expressed vocalisation – "You really are so
fucking hot Kylie!"

Now, remembering that I had just taken one girl to two
orgasms and then watched two more - my own daughters no
less, being fucked into total submission, how do you
imagine I was feeling?

All it took was Kylie looking up at me dreamily as the
other man withdrew, still on her knees, cum running
down the inside of her legs and her knickers still
conveniently lowered, her pretty little bottom right in
my line of vision.

"Fuck me dad," was all she said.

I wouldn't have cared if the 60 Minutes crew were there
with their cameras. I saw nothing, felt nothing, wanted
nothing but Kylie's hot little pussy. I simply set free
from my zipper my poor tortured and repressed erection
and kneeling behind my daughter sank it into the
depths. She gasped... I think I did too. I heard
someone say "Fuck your little girl," not that this was
of any great relevance – I already was!

By this time, both George and Jenna were sitting up,
thus we had the lounge to ourselves now. It may not
rank as the lengthiest and technically most
accomplished fuck of all time, but believe me, it got
the job done – for both of us. I had Kylie down on her
elbows just whimpering with pleasure as I took her
quite without mercy.

I could see droplets of sweat forming just beneath her
hairline as I gave free rein to – yes, I openly admit
it – my lust. Encircling her waist I took hold of her
breasts and began to squeeze them hard as I worked at
the task at hand. The feeling of being inside her and
the escalating need to fill her, absorbed my
concentration in totality. Were it to be measured on
the Richter scale this was a 9.4 quake at its finality.
I figure even the lounge knew it had been in a fight
when this performance concluded.

The expression on Kylie's face when she finally sat up,
was worth it all though. Even as she pulled her
knickers up, a river of white goo was seeping out of
her – most of it mine I'd say. Jenna, who had managed
to get her bra and panties back on, hugged her sister
and looked up at me, her eyes still the size of small
saucers. "Gosh dad," she said, "and you didn't want to
come??" Poor choice of words I was thinking!

After both girls had gotten their skirts and tops back
on and were sitting demurely beside me comparing
naughty experiential notes, it was only a matter of
minutes before other guests were introducing themselves
and asking "How old the twins were?" Right then, Jerry
walked over and made a big fuss of them both, probably
beside himself with lust.

I asked him where Michelle was and he pointed to a
small group near the main entry flap. I figured I'd
leave my two little wannabe-sluts to their own devices.
I couldn't see Jerry having it all his own way with
them, not with the other three or four interested
parties on hand. Jenna looked up at me anxiously as I
got up.

"You going dad?" she asked.

"Just be over there sweetheart," I told her, pointing
to Michelle's group. "Have fun."

Seeing as my place was immediately taken by one of the
other fathers, who sidled up between them with Jerry
meanwhile slipping his arm around Jenna's waist, it was
pretty obvious she would be having just that.

Michelle was in no immediate position to extend
greetings. Flat on her back across a couple of
cushions, her mouth was busy taking care of her
father's cock while one of the guest mothers had the
girl's skirt unzipped, her legs spread wide as she
licked her pussy with rare abandon.

Obviously to Michelle's liking, she was wriggling about
and pushing up with her hips to ensure nothing was
missed. Still with her top on, Warwick had his hand
down his daughter's bra and was thoroughly enjoying the
contact with what was in it. A second man was kneeling
the other side of her, wanking himself stupid. Can't
blame him really, it was not a sight for sane eyes. I
wanted in!

Having turned up late for this particular performance,
I had to take what I could get. Not wanting to
interrupt the woman's impressive work-out with her
tongue and being unable to get access to Michelle's
pussy, about the only option left was to grope the
woman as she knelt there between Michelle's legs. I
must have perfected my technique as she wriggled in
pleasure and pushed her butt sky-high. Not ready yet
for more crazed intercourse, that was no reason not to
push her dress up, pull her tight little panties down
and slip a finger or three up inside her. Talk about
hotwired!

Obviously the visuals served as a collective
aphrodisiac. Warwick began to jerk about like a bird on
a wire. What he couldn't get down his daughter's throat
made a hell of a mess of her face. "Hot hands" emptied
his crème de la crème across her left cheek and upper
cleavage while Michelle herself clutched her pussy and
gasped in pleasure as the mother's tongue brought her
to 'satisfaction Grand Central.' The woman's own peak,
courtesy of my triple-fingered assault, followed but
nano-seconds later.

I wanted a few minutes with Michelle alone, so pulling
her to her shaky feet, we sought out the nearest
unoccupied chair. She slumped against me breathing
hard.

"That was very bad Shelley," I told her, "You are such
a naughty girl," I teased, as I wiped her cheeks free
of cum with a serviette. Damn, she looked so hot!

"Would you like to make love to me?" she whispered.
That hadn't been my intention at all. I just wanted to
have a little cuddle with her.

"Maybe a little later sweetie," I told her. "I would
love to and I will, but I think you could use a little
bit of a rest at the minute." She smiled up at me
really affectionately.

"Okies... but you made me feel soo good the other
night, I just love doing it with you." She whispered.

I kissed her and held her tight against me. She is such
a little cutie. They all are!

Leaving her in the chair I made my way back to my
daughters. Both clearly were resigned that afternoon to
maximising their opportunities. Jerry was making a
start on his fantasy, with Jenna sitting now on his
knee while he kissed her and she allowed his free hand
to inch further up her thigh, pushing the short skirt
with it. With his right hand encircling her, he was
beginning to probe the underside of her right breast,
gradually moving upwards to her nipples.

What was cause for an instant erection was the fact
that another man was seated alongside Jenna, with his
own hand feeling its way up her left leg. As I watched
fascinated, the two of them exposed her little blue
knickers and began rubbing the front of them at the
same time. Jenna began to moan as they eased her legs
apart. I wanted to moan myself.

As they began to rub her breasts in earnest, Jenna
turned her head and began kissing the other man. This
was too much for me, I had a look round for Kylie. Her
predicament was no better. Sitting on the rug just to
the other group's right, two men had her legs apart
now, her panties long gone apparently.

One guy had his hand well up between her legs and was
fingering her feverishly, the other was kneeling behind
her, kissing her neck and with both hands down her bra
groping her breasts for all he was worth. Kylie was
moaning like her sister and as I watched totally
shocked this time, she unzipped the guy in front of her
and drew his cock out which she proceeded rubbing along
its entire length. He was very grateful!

Jerry most certainly had in the back of his mind
Monday's home-study program. As Jenna turned to kiss
the other man once more, he lifted her clean off his
lap and sat her down hard on the other man's knee, her
skirt way up her thighs and her panties fully exposed.

He whispered something to the other guy which although
I couldn't hear, was immediately evident as the guy
reached down and pulled her panties to one side,
extending to both Jerry and I, a truly arousing sight,
one that was immediately blocked-off from my viewpoint,
as Jerry crouched down between my youngest daughter's
legs, pulled out his erection and simply pushed it deep
into her.

What blew my mind at that moment was that Jenna just
looked up at me with the hottest little expression as
she lay back there letting Jerry fuck her so hard while
the other man groped her inside her bra. I think having
me watch was making her hotter still. It wasn't setting
Kylie's cause back either.

She too held my eye contact while the man whose cock
she was rubbing, decided to up the ante and use her
pussy to complete his stimulation. This he achieved
simply by shoving her roughly backwards across the guy
supporting her and then just plain old-fashioned
fucking her silly.

I stayed until both of them were fucked to the brink of
passing out, at which stage I called an unpopular halt
to proceedings and simply pulled them to their feet and
had them dress themselves before coming to sit with me
the far side of the marquee for some much needed time-
out! The fact that they both sat with their hands
pressed tightly up against their skirts suggested that
each had been pumped full with more than their fair
share of hot cum and that their knickers were having
extreme trouble keeping it in.

Looking around, it appeared to me that this was turning
out to be a particularly hot little gathering. Young
girls on all sides were either being fucked-over or
were draped up against one or more parents in recovery
mode, like my two.

Of particular note was the current predicament of young
Louise Archer. Having cleared a space on the trestles,
three men including her father Brad, had her
spreadeagled across it – face down. One man standing
immediately behind her at the edge of the table, had a
firm hold of her hips and was thrusting hard into her
having an extraordinarily good time.

Her father was the far side of the table holding her
arms tightly out in front of her while the third guy
was groping her breasts, flattened as they must have
been by the table itself. Having only her skirt on and
her bra barely hanging by a shoulder strap, Louise
looked remarkably hot and rapeable. Maybe that was next
on the agenda!

Kylie was watching the scene with great interest –
hopefully not with any intention of appearing in the
sequel.

**

Whatever new experiences Larissa had recently had
thrust upon her appeared to have been to her liking, as
she sidled over to me from the center of another small
group nearby and just collapsed on my lap, somewhat to
Jenna and Kylie's surprise.

"I'm glad you came back," she murmured. "I missed you."
That had my two girls exchanging knowing glances.

"Gimme a break girls," I said to them, "She's just
having a rest... nuthin' to it."

They giggled. Jenna put an arm around Larissa's waist.
"Dad's comfortable isn't he?" she teased.

I suddenly had an overwhelming desire to see Larissa
and my two girls making-out passionately somewhere. One
of several desires actually!

[starfight]

7. Pleasure Dome

Meanwhile, back on the trestle – cute Louise Archer was
having the time of her life. Giggling uncontrollably as
the man fondling her breasts with delirious enthusiasm,
whispered something to her, she suddenly found herself,
or rather her hot little pussy, a custom-made
receptacle for the special-delivery being undertaken by
the rather tightly-wound gentleman driving up hard
between her legs behind her. Probably not in the
original script, but accompanying his orgasmic
crescendo, young Louise’s bottom cheeks received
several hard spanks. Her father nodded his approval.

Kylie, up until now a silent observer, gasped and
whispered something to Jenna. Her sister muttered some
inaudible reply before putting her arm around her
sister’s shoulder. Simply that little gesture upped the
temperature locally.

Louise was flipped-over on to her back and the men
moved around one place. All very orderly. Brad began
now fondling his daughter’s breasts that were
completely adrift from her tattered bra and which were
sporting a pair of exceptionally erect nipples.

The father who had just completed his ‘tour of duty’
took his place the far side of the trestle, holding
Louise’s arms way up behind her while the incumbent
intercoursee pushed the girl's knees up and wide on the
very edge of the table. Any third party was now privy
to an extraordinarily penetrative view of sticky white
cum dribbling out of the young girl’s hot and inviting
teen slit, framed as it was by tight little brownish
curls, clustered at that angle in a neat little "V."

Louise appeared a little flushed while looking
distinctly yummy, lying there on her back, her
shoulder-length newly come-by reddish hair being tossed
every which way, as she reacted sexily to what was
being done to her by the tactile trio. I wasn’t
expecting anything much to distract my concentration
right about then but there again I hadn’t bargained on
Kylie slipping her hand up inside Jenna’s panties
either!

Talk about a double-take! Never having seen either
daughter so much as "look" at each other in any
suggestive way, this was unchartered territory. I saw
Brad Archer’s expression as he glanced our way, it was
all he could do to steady himself at the table. Jenna
looked momentarily shocked at so forward a gesture by
her sister but certainly appeared to have little
inclination to dislodge her hand.

"Kylie!" she gasped, shifting her hips perceptibly as
her sister’s hand obviously brushed across the front of
her knickers on its way to Zion. I have to admit for a
few seconds there, Louise was a forgotten commodity.
With her skirt pushed indecently high, Jenna’s light
blue knickers were revealed to all, in their totality.
She just looked down as Kylie slipped her hand beneath
the light cotton material and started rubbing the front
of her pussy. Which of them was hotter I wouldn’t like
to have guessed.

As Louise really began to get fucked seriously, she was
moaning and spreading herself even wider and the effect
this was having on my two was nothing short of
dynamite. Jenna lay back in the couch and slipped her
own fingers inside those hot little panties, thus
giving inarguable credence to the old saying "two hands
are better than one." The escalating sexual tension
between the two girls needed some tangible release, in
consequence of which as one, they turned their heads
towards each other and began kissing passionately.

That was my cue to lose it. My erection was primed, my
direction assured. Which one I took first didn’t matter
much to me at that juncture. Right about then however,
two shadows loomed large, even as my hand entered the
air-space created by the open zip of my pants. No less
a duo than George and Warwick!

"Well, well, well, what do we have here!" gushed
Warwick, instantly befuddled by the sight confronting
him. "You’ve taught them well Noel," he added, kneeling
down in front of Jenna’s well-spread legs, intent
obviously on a wide-screen view of the work in
progress. Both girls continued kissing unconcernedly,
although Jenna was beginning to wriggle and moan now
between kisses as their joint finger-work moved into
overdrive. Leaning forward, Warwick gently fondled
Jenna’s left breast which made her gasp slightly.

"God, she has hot little tits," he muttered, rubbing
softly the other breast. "This is Jenna isn’t it?" he
asked. I nodded...just about rendered speechless by the
sight before me.

George also knelt down now and began pushing Kylie’s
skirt higher up her thigh. She stopped kissing Jenna
long enough to give him the sexiest of looks before
opening up her own legs just slightly. I wasn’t going
to be on-site here for quite a while it would seem.

Glancing behind me on the trestle, Louise was in the
grip of her own all-consuming orgasm now as the man
fucking her, responded to that last bugle call. Brad
was not far behind in terms of involvement, telling him
"Fuck her Drew, fuck her little cunt for me," as he
continued fondling his daughter’s breasts and pulling
her nipples almost with an untamed savagery. He was I
noticed though, keeping a close eye concurrently on the
progress of my two girls.

Gripping Louise beneath her knees and spreading them
painfully wide, Drew emptied his own private little
sperm-bank into the youngster’s pussy, adding
presumably to the substantial deposits already made.
Louise simply lay there, a spent force. The cum
trickling out of her now and on to the table looked so
damn hot! As the others released her, she slowly sat
up. No girl ever had a more satisfied expression on her
face as she looked around for her panties!

Jenna meanwhile couldn’t care less about her panties or
who could see them. All she cared about was reaching
the plateau and by the looks of things, she was but
milliseconds from that aspiration. Once in a while
between gasps and wriggles, she smiled at Warwick. The
hottest little smile that must have been cranking his
erection up just that extra inch or so. It certainly
was mine!

Even as Warwick slipped his hand up under her top and
found I imagine, the softest of little mounds beneath
her tiny bra – she gave a little squeal of ecstasy and
clutched at her pussy with both hands. Kylie kissed her
on the lips and they both shared the moment.

George it seemed, had plans for his own moment with
Kylie since he had her skirt now indecently high and
was rubbing her knickers pretty much dead center. He
looked up at me. "They are so alike aren’t they?’ he
murmured.

I wasn’t sure whether he meant visually or from a
desirable viewpoint. He couldn’t have meant from a
knickers perspective since Jenna had on her skimpy blue
school briefs and Kylie had dug out another pair of her
hot little black g-strings that if the truth be known,
I wanted to see George remove at the earliest
opportunity.

At this moment, I noticed Warwick whispering something
to Brad Archer who had wandered over. Before you could
say "Hey that’s my daughter guys" they had a hold each
of Jenna’s arms, pulled her to a standing position and
propelled her the three metres or so to the now vacant
trestle. While Warwick pushed her face-down from the
waist-up across the table, Brad grabbed hold of her
wrists the other side and held her there.

Jenna was now stretched out like a naughty schoolgirl,
her short skirt unable to provide the modesty that its
hot little owner may have wished. That is to say the
view from the rear – her rear especially, was all good
news, with her knickers tantalisingly visible beneath
the hemline – so taut was the material across her
shapely little bottom.

The picture of rampant innocent desire was completed by
virtue of the fact one of her shoes had slipped off,
leaving her barefoot and the other was just dangling
from the end of her foot by one strap.

Jenna was obviously shocked and turning her head to me,
cried out "Dad!...help me!"

That was easily accomplished – I gave her a hard smack
right across that hot little bottom. She gave out an
"Ouch...that hurt dad!" which was obviously designed to
elicit a follow-up. I didn’t disappoint her. She
wriggled her bottom in a fake show of pain as Brad
pulled even tighter. Bent right across the edge of the
trestle now which exposed another two inches or so of
blue panties, she simply couldn’t have looked any more
vulnerable. Warwick asked if he could spank her – who
was I to disappoint a fellow degenerate.

Probably not wanting to hurt her, his first smack
barely drew a gasp but he got his act together for the
second. Jenna squealed and cried out "No
more...please!" He gave her three more and watching her
bottom recoiling from the contact – I all but creamed
myself. Warwick had stopped and had a hold of her skirt
obviously wanting to pull it right up – he turned and
looked at me. What could I do? I nodded.

Jenna let out a long "Noooooooo!" but it was far too
late – her knickers completely exposed now, I looked
around to see if there was an audience.

Stuff the audience...all I saw was Kylie...was it
Kylie...could that possibly be my sixteen-year old
daughter on the lounge behind me? George had her on her
back lengthways, top pushed up and her breasts free
from her bra. Her right leg was on the floor and the
other balanced precariously on the back of the lounge.

I think we’re talking there an angle of at least one
hundred and eighty degrees! Such was it anyway, that he
had no need of removing her g-string – entry was by
invitation only!

To say that he was fucking her would be to understate
the matter. He was in fact sinking his erection into
her to the max and to their obvious totally oblivious
pleasure. Kylie was just about out to it...simply
murmuring something inaudible and pushing up with her
hips to each thrust. George was sweating somewhat
whilst alternately groping her breasts, leaning forward
to suck them or just holding her tight around the hips.

Watching this living furnace, I did something I would
never contemplate doing in polite company. I just
pulled ‘old faithful’ out and began working it right
alongside them – Jenna could wait. I wasn’t the only
one. Another man, fully entranced by the sight there on
the lounge retrieved his erection from its captive
state and was stroking himself beside me.

Mid-thrust, Kylie opened her eyes and seeing what I was
doing, simply smiled that hot little smile she has and
reached out to me. It was certainly to be an afternoon
of firsts. Taking hold of my erection she just
whispered "Let me Dad," and then began sliding her
small hand up along the shaft.

I cannot satisfactorily convey to you the intense
pleasure of having my daughter do that to me while in
the position she was, of having her hot little pussy
fucked senseless right before my eyes. I managed a
quick glance behind me which merely shredded my last
few strands of sanity. Still over the trestle, Warwick
had stopped spanking Jenna but had his hands up between
her legs which he had parted further and was groping
and rubbing her right through her panties as she
writhed and squirmed beneath his touch.

Her bottom was almost in his face as he knelt there and
Brad I noticed, was availing himself now of the
opportunity to grope her breasts with one hand while
holding her firmly with the other. At the angle she was
spread-eagled, he would have had a to-die-for view down
her top anyway – just a matter of slipping a hand in
either side. You could say they were enjoying her.

Kylie meanwhile was at flashpoint, although the tape
was officially broken by the gentleman on my right who
simply spurted suddenly one huge hot stream of cum all
over Kylie’s lower abdomen as she gasped. George began
to fill her - quite vocally I don’t mind saying, as
Kylie finished up my tour of duty also...resulting in a
jismic fountain clean across her face... the residue I
bequeathed her nipples... well at least the one that
George wasn’t playing with.

Kylie herself was just crying out, "Oh, Oh God dad,"
before she responded to her lover’s performance with a
passionate kiss. George, myself and the third
contributor all began then to rub whatever cum we could
find well into her breasts, abdomen and pussy while she
lay there wriggling and just being plain sexy.

Speaking of which, Warwick was still running his own
show, Seeing me turn round, he took a hold of her
knickers up atop her hips and just looked at me
enquiringly. "Can I?" he said. I nodded acquiescence.
As he pulled them down to her knees, Jenna gasped
"Noooo... leave my panties on, please!"

Like any of us were going to cover up that wondrous
scene before us - a fifteen year old girl with her cute
little ass unveiled... quite red too from its earlier
treatment. Warwick gave in to temptation and gave her
just one hard spank. God Damn...that was so hot to
watch! Jenna cried out "Ouch... that hurts..." but was
immediately silenced as Warwick reached beneath her,
tugged her knickers right down and off then quite
obviously located her pussy with a couple of fingers.

"Nooooo... please!" she cried but tellingly making no
attempt to close up her legs. She glanced around and
saw me watching. "Dad, are you going to let him do this
to me?"

"Sorry sweetheart," I said, "I have temporary
paralysis... can’t seem to move anything. Just make the
best of it baby." I was in awe of the moment – watching
as Warwick began rubbing her slit and quite obviously
her clitoris really hard. "Jesus, your daughter is so
wet," he muttered.

Involuntarily Jenna spread her legs more and began
breathing irregularly. Kylie was sitting up and hugging
herself as she watched her sister’s progress. George
was beside her, one arm around her shoulder and idly
caressing her right breast. For Jenna, it only got
better... or worse, depending on who’s viewpoint you’re
taking.

Brad was stretching her while still groping both
breasts with one hand and between them Jenna was simply
losing it. After another couple of minutes intense
fondling and fingering I heard her say what I never
thought I would hear from the lips of my little girl.
"Oh God... fuck me Warwick... I’m soo hot."

It wasn’t like he needed to be asked a second time.
This was nature at its basest. He just stood behind
her, got his cock out lifting her hips high...both feet
of the ground and just pushed up hard. If I didn’t know
better, I would say that Jenna was using her spare hand
to guide it in to her.

On a par with what George was doing to Kylie just
moments earlier, Warwick was now fucking my daughter
with little gentility but with considerable abandon. I
noticed George’s hand slip back down between Kylie’s
thighs as he watched and God, who can be surprised? He
found the right spot I would think as she slipped her
own hand up her skirt to join his. Jenna was crying out
unashamedly and without the slightest inhibition now,
"Oh fuck me, fuck me please," and Warwick got the
message.

"You are soo damn sexy Jenna," he yelled out, quite
stating the obvious and at which point he had what
appeared to be a release of awesome reality – several
megatons at least. She took the lot, whimpering as he
thrust it well up inside her. No longer needing to be
held, Brad nuzzled up to her and kissed her really hard
as Warwick regained control of his actions, simply
pumping the last of his cum quite gently into her.

Pulling out of her, Warwick just pushed her gently
forward so she was resting face down on the trestle...
she didn’t even bother pulling her skirt down, so spent
was she. One breast was fully exposed where Brad had
obviously taken a few (understandable) liberties. Just
watching her pull her skimpy little bra up to cover it
was so damned arousing.

Suddenly remembering I had told Larissa that I would be
back to spend some time with her I looked behind me and
asked George where she was. Snuggled up as he was with
Kylie, the two of them misbehaving on a grand scale
judging by my daughter’s sighs and giggles, it took a
while to get his attention.

Even then, all he could do was shrug his shoulders
which indicated either that he didn’t know or wasn’t
that interested anyway. Glancing back at Jenna I
noticed that Brad and Warwick were moving around the
table – I figured she would just have to handle
whatever was coming the best way she could – I think a
lot was coming! I left them all to it.

Couldn’t see Larissa anywhere in the marquee but I did
see something equally arresting. The other side of the
tent, Susie had linked up with another young mother
whose name I learned was Stephanie and who had a
fourteen year old daughter somewhere in the vicinity.
If she looked anything like her mom, I had to find her
later! Right that moment though, I rather doubt her
daughter’s grid-reference was the exact topic on her
mind.

In company with another youngish looking father, the
three of them had in their midst a remarkably cute and
predominantly undressed girl who I doubt was much older
than Tanya. Now to describe this tableau with any
readable accuracy requires some orderly presentation of
the facts.

I think I will start from the left-hand side. Now that
would be Stephanie. Short, almost page-boy styled hair
(not unlike Mia Farrow during her Sinatra phase)
surrounding a pretty heart-shaped face, she was the
most ‘dressed’ of the group. Probably also the most
misbehaved.

With both hands inside the little girl’s panties, she
was definitely not checking them for a good fit! Just
one hand down the front and the other way down her
backside, one could only guess at their final
destination and to do that may well render the ponderer
temporarily insane.

Certainly the young lady had no objections to the
placement of Stephanie’s fingers, in fact she was
wriggling her hips in such a manner as would suggest
all bases were duly covered. To Stephanie’s right and
side-on to the little ash-brown blonde, the man was
engaging her in some seriously engrossing lip-action.

With her arms entwined about his neck, as if daring him
to back-out from their two-way commitment, he was able
to reach under and around her and manipulate to his
evidently great pleasure, her barely developed breasts
which judging by the girl’s engorged nipples – were
responding with a vengeance.

And then there was Susie herself. Stripped to her bra
and panties, both straps hanging loose down her arm and
realistically just acting as a tease more than any
support, she had one arm around the girl’s waist that
in itself was hot as hell, while the other was holding
the man’s erection well clear of his zip.

Kneeling as she was, she wasn’t so much sucking him as
giving him the blow-job of the century. All four of
them were so engrossed in their pleasurable pursuits
the tableau heaved and writhed in lustful motion. E was
equalling a lot more than MC squared!

Talk about ‘No room at the Inn.’ With at least four
people lined up to take up the slack, I couldn’t see
much immediate future joining the queue and anyway I
really did want to find Larissa.

I didn’t have to fall back on any great detective work.
I found her in the company of wolves just to the side
of the entrance-way. I have to say that seeing her
being mauled and quite frankly "used" rather than
"loved" caused my hackles to distend.

Whilst it would be an inaccurism to suggest she was
"suffering" as such, her cries of, "Oh! Oh! Ohhhh!" put
paid to that possibility, I took no pleasure in seeing
her naked on one guy’s knee while two others took their
turns fucking the bejesus out of her front on, while
the seated wolf fondled her breasts all the way to the
five winds. Just as I arrived, the guy between her legs
cut loose with his procreative fountain but contributor
B never even got back to the starting block, as I
pulled her to her feet and put my arm around her
protectively.

‘Mids’t grumbles of discontent, one of the pack asked
"Oh, is she your daughter?" I nodded and holding her
tight to me, her breasts crushed up against my shirt,
pointed out that the "interlude was at an end" and that
they best go in search of the next watering hole.

They ambled off, zipping themselves up, in a variety of
directions as I picked up her panties, bra and dress
and handed them to her. She was very quiet dressing and
just a little embarrassed I think. That being the last
emotion I wanted her to feel, I smiled at her, kissed
her and said, "It's OK sweetheart, you should have seen
my two a short time ago! I know what it’s like when you
get that hot... you just can’t control it... right?"

She nodded.

I led her outside the marquee and into another world.
The scent of jasmine and other natural shrubbery was a
major sensory stimulant. Nature’s own smelling-salts.
We sat on a small wooden bench near the rear fence and
just talked about a variety of things. Items so
incongruous given the frenetic activity being
transacted just the other side of that flap.

I told her I loved her and not to worry – I expected
neither vocalised requitement or her hand in marriage –
well unless things in the next few years really proved
a total let-down. She kissed me passionately and then
cried like the little girl she really was. Even between
sobs, she told me she loved me too and that the age-gap
didn’t matter.

I would have believed her, so genuine were her words
had it not been for my sense of the real-time and the
fact that in ten years or so she would be a beautiful
and desirable twenty-six year-old while I would be
staring down sixty and most likely an upgrade for my
pace-maker.

Right then the traditional bell sounded which meant for
a while all bets were off and time for refreshments –
God knows, most would be needing them. Holding her hand
we went back into the marquee. Barely had I stepped
inside when something smelling really nice flung its
arms around my neck. I looked down at that sweet little
face, happy expression and long blonde hair.

"Remember what you promised?’ Michelle whispered,
untangling herself and hugging Larissa around the waist
now.

"I remember," I told her, "And I always keep my
promises, especially to little cuties like you." I
added. Watching the two girls hug was stirring the old
libido.

"Have you been a naughty girl Michelle, like all the
rest of your friends?" I asked.

"Kinda," she said taking my hand and rubbing it against
her breasts suggestively.

"Thought so," I replied, giving her a quick fondle,
"Well, tell you what sweetie, soon as recess is
finished. I’ll be over OK?" She gave me the cutest
smile and went across to Jerry who had just called out
to her.

"She’s really pretty," said Larissa. "Do you get her
hot?"

"Not the way you get me hot Larissa," I answered quite
truthfully. "She’s a lovely kid but I’m having a lot of
fantasies about just one particular girl these days.
She’s about your age, your height, same color hair and
wouldn’t you know it ? – same little freckle half-way
up her thigh."

She kissed me then and I melted. God damn – how’s Kylie
gonna manage having a step-mother just two months older
than her?

I noticed both Kylie and Jenna walking towards us and
neither would have convinced any Highway Patrolman of
their sobriety. Their skirts and tops were both creased
and their hair in need of mirror. Flushed to the hilt,
I thought it best not to enquire about their recent
experiences. Their unsteady gait said it all. Some
fathers somewhere had quite obviously just had the time
of their lives. Giggling as they always seemed to be
doing these days, both collapsed into my arms.

"Want to go home girls?" I asked. That sobered them up!

"What!? No dad!" came the answer in unison. Definite
sluts in the making!

Larissa smiled to herself. All four of us found a
vacant lounge and flopped down on it. Interesting I
thought that Jenna and Larissa sought out each other’s
hand. I mentioned once before I recall, just how much
"communication and unspoken language" passes hand to
hand. Here I was watching it happen. Nothing overtly
sexual – purely natural and very arousing for some
reason.

A couple of Chardonnays later – even the girls had a
glass of wine each, the refreshments were cleared away
and I had to leave the three of them sitting together –
though for how long that situation might remain was
open to speculation – and go find Michelle. Even as I
got up, Jerry and two other men were on their way over
– they sure as hell weren’t going to ask them all to
dance.

Shelley, as she likes to be called, was waiting for me
by the entrance. Hands behind her back, young breasts
thrust forward and the glow of youth on her face. She
was an angel.

"Your White Knight Miss," I announced, "Hot damsels a
specialty!"

For a moment she just looked up at me and I wanted her
so much. More than her body, everything she stood for.
Youth, softness, arousal, yes... even innocence –
nothing she had done had eroded that quality. Some
girls lose it all overnight, others you can’t put a
dent in it whatever you do to them! Michelle was at
that moment as pure to me as driven snow and as fresh.
I pulled her to me and being so short, my hugging her
lifted her clear off her feet. She weighed less than
Jenna even.

"So now sweetheart, what’s the plan?" I teased.

"She pulled me down and whispered animatedly, "Brianna
said I can "borrow" her bedroom for a while. C’mon."
She started tugging me towards the flap. I didn’t put
up too much resistance.

"Did she now?" I said, "Well that was right neighborly
of her." Michelle giggled.

Ushered through the rear door to the kitchen, Michelle
was obviously intimately familiar with the layout of
Warwick’s house. Propelling me up the stairs she almost
shoved me through the first door on the left.

A schoolgirl’s room quite obviously. Lots of soft
pinks, coverlets and fluffy animals adorning shelves
and chairs. It even smelt feminine with that delicate
odor of soap, perfume and general girl stuff. Just like
Kylie and Jenna’s bedrooms. Nothing on this planet is
as arousing as the scent and proximity of a teenage
girls domestic habitat – it is mind-alteringly
alluring.

"How do you want me?" she asked, sitting on the bed and
hugging her knees, that lovely little smile the star
attraction of a face Helen of Troy would have been no
competition for.

"I just want you sweetie," I answered, sitting
alongside her and kissing her lightly on the forehead.
She fluttered her little eyebrows quite subconsciously,
almost quizzically.

"Would you undress for me?" I asked her, "Just down to
your undies."

She had on a plain but figure-hugging short denim skirt
– but not for long. Slipping the zip down, she wriggled
out of it with consummate ease, kicking it off along
with her shoes. Those skimpy little red cotton panties
were doing wonders for my mental creativity.

I was kinda hoping the bra matched. Standing there as
she undid her top, I took in the creamy unblemished
skin, those wonderful slim hips and that delightful
inward curve between her legs that defied comparison
with anything man made. My fears were allayed – as the
tiny but effective red push-up bra was revealed. Coyly
she folded her arms across her cleavage.

Just kissing the very top of her sweet-smelling breasts
had her trembling. I cupped her around the bottom and
pulled her to me. Hot as every square inch of that
beautiful body was, all I really wanted to kiss at that
moment was her lips – the sexiest part of any girl’s
body for the practised realist.

Thus indulged, my motor-sensory system flipped over
into hyperdrive. I wanted her in bed naked. She made no
complaint as I reached behind her and unhooked her bra,
just standing there as I pulled her arms free of the
straps. Her perfectly formed little breasts jutted out
proudly and whether through natural embarrassment or
anticipation, her nipples hardened as I watched. As I
began to suck them one by one, she closed her eyes,
moaned very quietly and swayed perceptibly on her bare
feet.

The effect that sucking those nipples was having on me
should not be underestimated either. Incendiary-level
heat was developing and it was the work of some thirty
seconds to divest myself of trousers and shirt. Why I
kept my underpants on I have no idea... maybe I’m still
shy after all these years.

Michelle’s panties however were not for wearing and I
slipped them down as she stood there shivering. No girl
ever had prettier pubic hair and being a natural
blonde, those delicate little curls framing her pussy
would never need but the barest trimming all her life.

I lowered my head and kissed her right on the lips of
her pussy whose intoxicating scents all but relieved me
of my operating senses. Lifting the coverlet, I pulled
her under the bedclothes and hugged her to me. It being
Brianna’s bed additionally, heightened the sexual-
tease...God, if only she had been with us!

How anybody can prefer a mature girl in her twenties or
early thirties to a young teenager is beyond me. It
just doesn’t get hotter or sexier than this. How could
it? I pulled Shelley on top of me, and kissing her just
as passionately as I knew how, allowed my hands to
caress her soft hair, delicate neck and smooth
shoulders.

Tracing my fingers down her spine, across both bottom
cheeks and then gently spreading her legs astride me, I
allowed myself the luxury of patting her moist and very
available pussy. She wriggled on me and raising her
head a little, her long hair wafting across my face
which is such a delightful sensation, then looked at me
all pleading and innocent.

She didn’t have to say a word. Even as her nipples
pressed up against my chest wreaking such unique
pleasure, I slipped into her as easily as a key in a
well oiled lock. We didn’t say much – our bodies held
the entire conversation. As our urgency grew I turned
her on her side and just raised her left leg, giving me
full control and depth of penetration. It is so much
more intimate within the confines and limitations of
bedclothes.

It took but a few minutes for me to reach my own little
event horizon. I wanted to fill her on her back – still
the most vulnerable and arousing position when it comes
to delivering the goods. Seeing any girl in so
submissive a pose, especially with her legs pushed up
and wide really gets the job done for me. She shook as
I filled her to overflowing and even then continuing to
pump into her as I looked down at her pretty face.

Barely had we exchanged DNA samples when came a knock
at the door.

"You in there Michelle?" enquired a male voice.

"Yes, who is it?" she replied, half muffled by my
kissing her still.

"It’s Jerry – Brianna said you’d probably be up here.
Is Noel with you? I need to talk to him."

"I’m here Jer, come in," I replied – covering us both
up. Jerry opened the door and without waiting for an
invitation, sat himself down on the bed.

"Yeah well you two look pretty damn comfortable," he
grinned. "God I love that bed," he added, leaving
little confusion as to his meaning. Damn, Brianna was a
naughty girl! Jerry was continuing.

"Well we have a problem downstairs actually. We’re just
voting for the three girls that get to um, ‘entertain’
five men – you remember Noel, we all had Brianna a few
weeks ago," How could I forget? "Thing is, everyone
wants to vote for Jenna and Kylie as just one "set" of
twins – you know...have them together? How would you
feel about that?"

I had suspected this was coming, at the very least they
would have been picked separately anyway. I told him
I’d be down right away and to wait till I talked to
them. Jerry looked hopeful then got up and trudged out
the door.

Michelle, glowing from passion as well as bodily-fluid
exchange looked up at me.

"Are you going to let them do it?’

Now that really was the sixty four thousand dollar
question...was I? Firstly I had to go see if they
actually wanted to. Sadly, I already suspected I knew
the answer to that one. Even sadder, was the growing
realisation that my own voyeuristic preferences would
not be likely to hinder any such move.

I really was becoming one depraved SOB!

[starfight]

8. We always lay ’em straight

Reluctantly having to vacate Brianna's extremely cosy
little bed with my equally cosy little blonde
companion, we dressed and headed back to the marquee.
Barely had I walked through the flap when Kylie saw me
and almost took me out with a flying bear-hug.

"Do you know what they want us to do dad?" she gushed
exuberantly.

"Yeah, I know sweetheart," I replied, "That's what I
came to talk to you about – where's your sister?"

I gave Michelle a light pat on the bottom, mouthed a
quick "Thank you sweetie, we'll continue with this
later," and pointed out another group of girls that
seemed to be trying to get her attention. Jenna
disentangled herself from a couple of her friends –
Brianna being one of them, and joined her sister beside
me. At least everyone was dressed!

"Well kids," I said, "I guess this is really your call.
Do you know what the rules are and what could happen to
you? Remember, I've been through this with Brianna...
it can get pretty rough."

Damn it... I think their eyes lit up!

"Now cut that out both of you," I whispered, "You're
just getting way too frisky!" They looked suitably
chastened. "Now, for half an hour – and believe me,
that can seem quite a stretch, you have to do
everything you're asked... without question. I'll be
there to make sure no-one crosses any lines but that's
all. I can't be responsible for what you're asked to do
– you understand that?"

Even as I spoke, I was being subjected mentally to the
most way-out scenarios – most of which would need to be
censored even on this site.

Following a quick huddle, the jury handed in its
unanimous verdict in record time. "It's OK dad, we want
to do it," said Kylie, "So long as you're there the
whole half-hour."

"Oh, you can count on that sweetheart," I replied.

I summoned Jerry and Warwick and confirmed their active
participation. Never seen two guys smile so much! That
done, everyone was issued numbered cards as before and
it was a case of "Let the voting begin." Quite
obviously the "hot twins" pulled in just about
everyone's number one preference. Second choice was
Susie's super-sexy little daughter Tanya – no surprise
there either, but when Larissa's name was read-out
after further counting – my heart sank.

Even as her name was called out, Larissa looked across
to me from where she was standing alongside her father
– saw my crestfallen face I imagine, and then shook her
pretty head, signifying she did not want to be
selected. The general body-language in the marquee
suggested a lot of disappointed fathers. She came
straight over to me then and I could have hugged her.
What am I saying? I did hug her.

"What made you do that Larissa?" I asked her. Her
answer was all I needed to hear.

"You!"

'Kinda a double standard' I was thinking to myself. I
don't mind seeing my own daughters stripped naked and
played-with, yet I couldn't bear the thought of another
girl – one not even related to me – being touched by
anyone now. I realised at the same time... I didn't
really want her going to any more parties either,
although I did not dare vocalise those thoughts. How
selfish was that when you think about it?

A fourth little dark-haired girl... Cathy I think her
name, was Larissa's replacement and was she cute?
Around fifteen tops, hotpants and perky little breasts
that I'm sure were in for a session and a half. Tragedy
was, I wouldn't be there to see it – not to mention
Tanya's debut performance.

The girls got to vote for their six men next. A
condition of Kylie and Jenna's selection was that I go
with them as an 'observer'... but they had the option
of six others. George and Jerry made the list as well
as Brad and three other men I had not been introduced
to. Warwick was fuming, although not for long... Tanya
picked him! Lucky SOB.

Larissa kissed me and said "Go with your daughters now,
they'll be fine with you there." Damn it, I figure
they'd have been fine in any situation.

The girls were given five minutes each in the powder-
room first. Hair teased up again, skirts and tops all
smoothed down and that essential turn-on – a
reapplication of lip gloss and then the nine of us
headed off for Warwick's bedroom, the largest room in
the house so I heard and with our contingent, we would
be needing it. I held both Jenna and Kylie's hands as
we ascended the stairs. The anticipation was killing
me. I would guarantee six pairs of eyes were fixed on
the girl's rear ends as they ascended the stairs and
wouldn't they have known that?

They were right – it would have to be the largest room
in most any house! Warwick must obviously spend a lot
of time in it! One enormous King-size bed took center
stage, with another room – either one colossal walk-in
'robe or a secondary tiny bedroom – depending on how
you view it, off to the left. The en-suite was as large
as most people's main bedroom. We could have held a
party in there! The two girls giggled as they were
ushered in to the room. Their adrenaline must have been
on active stand-by.

Last guy in, his name was Steven, shut the door behind
him. The girls looked around anxiously, probably
grateful for the other's company right at that moment.
George I noticed was looking at Jenna much as I looked
at Larissa. Guess he was thinking much the same too...
the bastard!

An uncomfortable silence was broken by Mal, the father
so I found out, of young Cathy in the next door
bedroom. God, what must have been going through his
mind?

"C'mon girls," he said. "Show us your tits?" It might
not have been either that creative or original a line
but hell, it's what everyone was thinking!

Jenna looked at Kylie and blushed... neither of them
moved.

"Ya gotta comply girls," Jerry reminded them.

Kylie stood her ground on that small rug near the bed
and began pulling her top off. Jenna, right alongside
her, did the same. Both had hot little bra's on –
Jenna's light blue and Kylie's black, to match her g-
string. Even seeing them together like that was soo
damned hot. As one, they pulled their bra straps down
their arms giggling nervously. Almost identical in
size, they exposed their nipples slowly as the men
ogled them.

"Take your bras right off girls," ordered Steve, one
hand already heading south towards an evidently
impressive erection beneath his pants. Obediently both
girls reached behind their backs and unhooking the
clasp, allowed the bras to fall to the floor.
Instinctively they covered themselves.

"Sorry kids... no covering up," Steve continued. "Show
us your tits please... hands behind your backs."

How hot did they look like that? Lovely curvy little
hips, narrow shoulders and shivering slightly from a
mixture of embarrassment and anticipation.

"Very cute girls," said Jerry, "You are both extremely
pretty as I'm sure you know. Now, both of you go over
to the edge of the bed there and bend over it with your
hands on the edge of the quilt. Now, you are not to
move from that position whatever we do OK?"

Nodding, they reluctantly took up the positions asked.
Almost identical hot little bottoms given sudden
prominence, with more than a hint of undies peeking out
from their taut hemlines.

George took the offensive and leading the cavalry,
delivered a perfectly placed spank across Kylie's fully
upturned bum. She squealed at the contact, joined
seconds later by Jenna as Steven delivered the same
deal to her rear end. This was her second spanking of
the day and I knew she could take lots of it. Just as
well... she got lots of it! All six men took turns
spanking them a few times as the girls let forth with
"ouches," "goshes," and "that hurts." To their credit
though, they maintained their highly vulnerable
positions throughout, despite the fact that almost
every man took the opportunity to grope their heaving
little breasts as they received their punishment.

Standing back and admiring their handiwork... the tops
of both girls legs were quite red from a few stray
spanks, the sound of heavy breathing all round was
interrupted by Mal telling Kylie, "Pull your sister's
panties down now please sweetie, lets see her bum."

Both girls gasped and Steve had himself well unzipped.
A man always prepared I'd say.

Kneeling behind her sister, Kylie took hold of her
knickers and gingerly pulled them down. She even
unstrapped her shoes when getting them off. Seeing
Jenna suddenly bare foot and with the lower half of her
naked bottom peeking out from her tight skirt was
arousing stuff – be assured. Jerry walked up to her and
began fondling her bare bottom rather lewdly. Jenna
seemed to like it.

Mal however was on a roll, "Ok Kylie, now take her
skirt off... get your sister naked for us."

Have you the slightest conception of just how hot a
cute fifteen year old girl looks being completely
stripped by her topless sixteen year old sister? No, I
didn't think you did! I had no idea either! It was all
I could do to maintain my position on the far wall
refereeing operations. If either girl had seen the
erection I had closeted up there, I think they might
have been over!

As Kylie unzipped her sister's skirt and pulled it off
her, Jenna was left totally nude in front of six men.
Well actually, better make that seven, including me. It
was all too much for George, he just grabbed her and
pulled her to him and began kissing her. Brad, who had
been rather inactive up to now, moved right up behind
her and with his hands on her hips, began kissing her
neck passionately.

Within seconds his hands slipped down to cupping her
bum and at that second, Jenna turned her head and
smiled at him... George I could see, had his hands on
both her breasts and was rubbing them. Steve was
rubbing other things... and quite effectively so,
judging by the degree of effort he was putting into it.
Wayne, the sixth participant, dropped to his knees
alongside the other two and began to actively rub
Jenna's pussy. He found himself sharing that little
hot-spot with George who obviously figured she needed
servicing top and bottom.

Meanwhile, Jerry, Brad and Mal were relieving Kylie of
her skirt, shoes and g-string so she too was naked
within seconds. These three with obviously an eye for
comfort, manoeuvered her to the bed and pushing her on
her back, Mal had her legs apart in seconds. With Jerry
volunteering for breast duty, Brad extricated his cock
and simply shoved it into her, fucking her with little
finesse but plenty of passion. They had her gasping and
panting in less time than it takes to write out a
parking ticket.

At this juncture, the other three had Jenna flat on the
carpet and George was happily trudging down nostalgia
avenue as with her legs spread arousingly wide, he
began fucking her senseless while Steve knelt alongside
and brought off his first spray of the afternoon.
Exactly where it landed I couldn't see, but given how
much more was to follow, it doesn't really matter.

Mal replaced Brad and Wayne took over from George after
he had Jenna crying out in passion before filling her
to the hilt. I could barely stand it. By the time Jerry
and Steve had taken their turns, both girls were
looking decidedly "used" but far from expended.

Wayne sobered us all up. "Jenna," he said, "Get on the
bed with your sister and suck her tits." Kylie gasped
this time but as Jenna climbed up beside her, she made
no attempt to dissuade her younger sister from her
course. Kneeling beside Kylie, Jenna simply inclined
her head to her breasts and began nuzzling and sucking
her.

Both girls were lost in their own little world as
everyone moved up for a closer look. So natural and
wondrously hot was it, I wondered if they had actually
done this to each other at home in their own bedrooms.
I found myself wishing that they had! Kylie was moaning
with pleasure and as both girls began rubbing and
fingering each other's pussy, life was really good
there for a while.

Writhing about as they were center-quilt, more than one
observer wanked a stream of cum across whichever bottom
or shoulder was the nearest at that particular moment,
while others called out such intimate suggestions as
"Make her cum Kylie," or "Fuck her harder Jenna." They
were so damn compliant!

How much time had elapsed I had no idea but the clock
was ticking. The men swapped girls, then as happened
with Brianna, Jerry, Brad and Mal pulled Jenna into the
huge bed and Steve, Wayne and George dragged Kylie to
the little ante-room where a single bed was waiting.

Jerry, ever the smart one, took up central position
with Jenna on top of him by the looks of it, the other
two either side. In the other bed, tight as it must
have been, George appeared to be fucking Kylie as she
lay face-down on top of him while the other two took
their pleasures with whatever they could reach.

It was a re-enactment of my hottest fantasies... both
daughters being multiply fucked and fondled while I
watched – well sort of. From the far room, Kylie was
crying out as Wayne, now beneath her in the center of
the bed, was fucking her without mercy. One can only
guess what the other two were doing to her beneath the
blankets.

"Have these girls ever sucked cock?" said Brad
suddenly... "I'd really like to have Jenna do that to
me." I gulped... Oh! not that! Has God no mercy? Kylie
was dragged in from the other room, fingermarks evident
all over her breasts and streaks of cum in the
naughtiest of places.

In less time than it took to undress them in the first
place, both girls were made to kneel on the main bed
right alongside each other. Jerry knelt down in front
of Kylie holding his erection just inches from her
face, Brad grabbed Jenna's hair and pulled her head
down towards his cock. Both girls took hold of the
erections confronting them and began sucking for all
they were worth. Having walked over to the bed, I had
to extricate my own erection and commence a program of
relief in view of the tableau in my midst.

Mal obviously mesmerised by Jenna's hot little bottom
virtually jiggling in his face as she sucked and wanked
Brad, got on the bed behind her and slipped his cock
easily up into her pussy. This had the effect of
engaging hyperdrive as she sucked Brad harder and began
moaning as he thrust up into her. Steve saw no reason
not to make equal use of Kylie's unattended rear end
and kneeling behind her, he too embarked on a course of
intense vaginal therapy. The other two simply began
rubbing and pulling whichever tits were within reach.

The entire bed was alive with sexual passion. Brad was
the first to unravel and jetted one hell of a stream of
sticky white goo into Jenna's mouth. That which she
failed to swallow, he left on her face as a reminder of
what can happen when you are a hot little teenage
tease. Mal had his own little party, jerking like a
marionette as he ploughed Jennas hot little cunt
(disgusting terminology I realise, but at that
second... what else could you call it?). Excess cum, he
left as a calling card, dripping over her bottom
cheeks.

Jerry meanwhile had relined Kylie's throat while Steve
had cum for the nth time as far up her pussy as he was
able to penetrate. In a moment of understandable
excitement he had what looked like his cock pressing up
hard against Kylie's bum, his red-hot intentions
obvious, but she wriggled and briefly turned around to
verbally deny him that most forbidden of entries. As he
persisted, I was forced to remind him, "My daughter
said no Steve!" So fascinated with the mass activity
had I been, attention to my own personal crisis had
been delayed and now I was forced to call time-out.

Someone announced "ten minutes left."

Jerry's suggestion of "Let's fuck them in the shower?"
met with universal approval, and in any event, they
couldn't go downstairs looking like they did.

Now, Warwick had one doozey of a shower-recess it
should be made clear. Well able to hold four or five
people in a pinch, excuse the pun. Kylie was bundled-in
under the steaming water first with Jerry, Wayne and
Mal. Myself, Jenna and the other three remained outside
with an uninterrupted view of all active participants.

As they began soaping-up Kylie between them, Jerry
attending to her breasts, Wayne having lots of fun
slipping the soap up between her legs and Mal making
sure she had the cleanest little bottom in the State,
Jenna shivered – I was holding her against me.
Completely unrelieved of course, the sight of her hot
little naked breasts jiggling in front of me was just
making things worse.

She looked up at me and whispered. "I wish you'd made
love to me dad!" (Neither of them use the "f" word
except when taken to the heights of passion. Then, in
Jenna's case it seems to flow like honey)

"Don't worry sweetheart," I told her, "Soon as I get
you both home... it's gonna be very messy!" She giggled
and held on to me, eyes back now on her sister's
progress.

You wouldn't think you can do too much with a girl
under a shower in five minutes... you'd be wrong. Kylie
was fucked standing up, face to the glass (damn was
that hot!) up against the tiles while two of them held
her, even on her knees beneath the cascading water.
They had their moneys-worth let's say. I'm not saying
they all came in her... I doubt collectively they had
enough left to cum in a goldfish! But she got it every
which way.

Fortunately, towels were not in short supply. One
presumes Warwick had planned for such an eventuality.
As Kylie was dragged out, I wrapped her in a huge
bathrobe and held her to me. She just looked up at me
and whispered "Do you still love me dad?" I didn't even
bother answering that one. My kissing her did!

Jenna meanwhile, was being pulled beneath the shower by
the other three, all of whom were now quite obviously
naked. I had a momentary sighting of Steve's cock, the
first clear view I'd had of it... it was a monster.
They took her much the same route. George was rather
tenderly soaping her breasts (He's quite besotted with
Jenna's nipples I've noticed) while Brad was kneeling
in front of her and from what I can see, was preferring
to clean her pussy with his tongue rather than anything
else.

Steve took up the rear so to speak and I couldn't
really see what he was doing, but I have the strongest
of suspicions he was using the soap to facilitate
digital entry in a very naughty spot. Jenna didn't seem
to mind, although so taken-up was she in kissing George
and the sensations being afforded her young body, I
hardly think she would have minded anything much.

With the seconds ticking down, all three began fucking
her quickly. George had her kneeling on the tiles, Brad
with her back up against the glass. God, how hot did
her little bum look squashed up there as he thrust into
her? Steve closed-out the show having the other two
hold her up fully suspended, her legs pulled wide apart
while he got that huge cock into her with seemingly
little trouble.

Even above the noise of the water, I could hear Jenna
almost screaming-out for him to fuck her harder. Steve
didn't disappoint and even through the steam I saw him
jerk like crazy as he came in her... God knows what
with.

Kylie had herself pretty much dry by this stage except
for her hair and no sooner had they turned the shower
off, than we all heard the bell sound. I wrapped Jenna
in a large towel and I have to say, though clean as all
hell, she was looking the worse for wear... although
smiling still... the cheeky little slut!

Kylie brought both their sets of undies in from the
bedroom and we made them dress in front of us. Had
there been even another two minutes I figure both girls
would have been back in that bed having their bras and
knickers ripped-off again. Damn, I think I would have
been the first one in the bed.

Both daughters were walking quite gingerly. "God, I'm
so sore dad," said Jenna patting her little pussy
through her skirt rather daintily. "Me too," agreed
Kylie, zipping up her skirt and shaking her hair. I
told you before I think, nothing sexier than a girl
with wet hair. Doubly so with two of them!

"Don't worry girls," I told them, "Soon as we get home,
I have heaps of cream you can use." Jenna giggled,
despite her condition. "Course, I'll need to rub it on
for you," I added, "I know exactly how to do it." Kylie
dug me in the ribs. God I love them both!

As we exited the room, steam filtering out as far as
the hallway, we ran into the other players. Hell, if I
thought Jenna looked unsteady on her feet – you should
have seen Tanya. Obviously without the benefit of a
shower herself, she was having to be supported by two
of the men. Her hair was in total disarray, dried cum
quite evident in places. Her skirt was crushed and her
top torn slightly near the neckline. Her face was
flushed and she looked to have been the victim of a
particularly nasty gang-rape.

I figure that wasn't too far off the mark either. Her
pussy must have been either swollen of sore as all hell
as she kept holding the front of her skirt as she
walked. Damn and she is only thirteen too. I hoped that
they really hadn't hurt her, although to be honest her
expression was one of satisfaction, rather than fear
and trepidation.

Little Cathy however was sauntering along like she'd
just been on a hot shopping trip. It was the men who
looked like they'd been through the wringer. Sure, her
clothes were in need of pressing and her legs
definitely in need of a hot face-washer given the
amount of dried cum around her thighs, just below the
hem of those cute hotpants. I would love to have known
just how much was out of sight, not to mention its
location! Something told me her knickers contained some
very sticky secrets – front and back. I have to
inveigle my way into her next performance if possible!

Well needless to say, on our return to the marquee, the
"twins" especially pulled in more than their fair share
of stares, many of whom I imagine would have given
their life-savings for a video-replay. Larissa came
over and gave me a welcome cuddle.

"Did it all go Ok?' she asked rather naively.

"Well in as much as they're still walking, yeah, I
guess." I replied. "But I'm going to have to take them
home now for a rest because they really are a bit
sore." I added. "Sure you can understand that!" I
teased her.

She reddened a little, "Oh, that's cruel Noel." I
kissed her.

"Will you call me this time?" I asked. She nodded. Just
then George walked over and put his arm around Jenna.

"Thanks so much – both of you," he said. I hope you
come to our place Saturday week... will you be?" Both
Jenna and Kylie looked up at me. "Can we dad?
Pleaaaaase?" they willed it in unison.

"Well let's just get them home and rested," I said,
"I'll talk it over with them George and let you know in
a few days... OK?' Kylie looked at me with that "How
easy is this gonna be?" look, that she does so well.

Quite a few other people were making a move too, so
hugging Larissa once more and whispering "I love you
sweetie," to which her eyes returned the sentiment in
full, we made our way back to the car.

If their mind was even halfway on the same track as
mine, we were in trouble.

There was quite a bit of giggling on the way home.
Every time I glanced in the rear vision mirror, one of
them was recalling some detail and relaying it to the
other. Whether intentional or not, the way Jenna was
sitting was providing me with more than a flash of blue
cotton undies. I noticed her hand strayed in that
direction quite frequently.

Knowing the other two were out till late, it occurred
to me we had the house to ourselves for quite a while.
Once inside, they headed off to their rooms... almost
reluctantly I felt. Someone had to say something!

"You want I should bring that cream up girls?" I called
out up the stairs.

Definite laughter. "Oh, yes please dad," Jenna called
down.

Fetching out a tube of Savlon antiseptic gel from the
medicine cabinet we kept in the kitchen, I wasn't
exactly tardy scaling the stairs. Both of them were
sitting prettily on Jenna's bed.

"Er, well how are we going to handle this?" I
tentatively asked. "Can't do it with your panties on
kids,"

Kylie looked at me squarely. "Hmmm, well I guess you'll
have to take them off then daddy." And with that she
parted her legs giving me the hottest of views of her
little g-string.

As I reached upwards I could feel the heat between her
thighs. I just rested my hand on the front of her
panties and she wiggled her hips a little and made a
few unintelligible noises. I took hold of the elastic
and pulled them down as she lay back on the bed. Right
before me, her beautiful pussy which was a little puffy
and red. Even hotter though she still had cum trickling
out of it.

Jenna was breathless with anticipation and had pulled
her own skirt up.
"Take mine off too dad," she whispered. It was the work
of but five seconds. Her pussy was if anything a bit
redder. As she lay back beside her sister they once
again held hands wanting I knew what I wanted more than
anything.

Freeing up my erection which was in a state of demonic
need by now, I took hold of Jenna's legs and just
pulled her to the very edge of the bed, her pussy
inches from my face. Before anything however I had a
job to do. Squeezing a healthy amount of gel from the
tube right on to her sore labia, the sudden coldness
made her gasp. I began to softly work it the length of
her slit rubbing it in gently on both sides.

"Ohhh that is so nice dad," she muttered, barely
audibly. I continued rubbing it in, squeezing a little
more from the tube. Her pussy was glistening now and as
I slipped inside she began to moan softly, Kylie held
her hand tighter...

"Fuck her dad," she whispered to me... "Just gently,"

Kneeling up I placed the head of my erection right at
her entrance and so wet and creamy was she, it just
slipped in.

"Am I hurting you sweetheart?" I said, leaning over her
and just pushing deeply inside her. It felt like
heaven. Better than any time before with anyone. Even
Jenna herself. She shook her head.

"If feels so nice dad," her eyes were looking dreamy
already. As I pushed in even deeper, kneeling a little
higher, she spread her legs to the maximum, just
murmuring "fuck me dad," over and over. So much cum was
still in her it drove me crazy and I began to really
deep-fuck her. So overheated was I, I even asked Kylie
to get her tits out which she did simply by pushing her
top and bra up. I made her suck her sister while I
fucked her like a deranged lunatic.

Jenna herself was totally on heat herself and started
whimpering all sorts of nonsense. The combination of
Kylie's deep sucking and my cervix-splitting thrusts
took her right to the edge quickly and she came even as
I pumped her full of hot though loving cum of my own.
She just lay there, hands on her pussy looking sated as
all hell. A steady white stream leaked out and down her
thighs.

So hot now I was certifiable, I pulled Kylie up, turned
her over and ordered her to get on all fours. Simply
having to pull her skirt up to hip level now I gave her
what I had wanted to give her all day. A majorly good
fucking.

Sore or not, I couldn't do enough to her. However deep
I penetrated her, however I rubbed and pulled her
breasts – it wasn't enough for her. Like her sister she
started pleading with me to fuck her harder – a request
I respond really well to. I felt it build in her and
more by luck than judgment, I hit red-line 500 exactly
the same time she did. She clutched at her pussy as I
filled her, just whimpering sexy little noises.

So aroused was I, I could have taken them both once
more, but this was well and truly enough. They were
still but young girls and someone had to watch out for
their welfare. They sure as hell weren't doing much of
a job of it themselves.

Flipping Kylie over, I lined them up side by side and
once more reapplied finger-loads of cream across and
inside their hot little lips. Both were wriggling with
pleasure as I did this. Pulling their panties back up
and Jenna's bra back down (OK, OK, yeah I did sneak a
small kiss and fondle) I got them under the coverlet
with difficulty. They were so emotionally and
physically overloaded at that stage, sleep was what
they needed more than anything – certainly no more
stimulation. I kissed them both and left the room.

Once again, time and space have conspired to defeat me
here. Seems after all, the more recent events chez
George are gonna have to wait till next time.

[NightShadow89]

Thanks for the addition!

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this is a hot one keep'm cumming :)

[starfight]

9. You never know Your Luck at Harper Valley

The antiseptic cream worked an overnight miracle and
let’s face it, that particular area of a girl’s anatomy
has enormous recuperative powers. Naturally I convinced
them to let me re-apply some gel the next morning! Not
forty-eight hours later, I had but pulled into our
garage, having picked them both up at school and Jenna
climbed over on to my lap straddling me, arms round my
neck, with me still in the driver’s seat no less. Eyes
the size of saucers, she tantalisingly mouthed the
word, "Daddy!!"

Now call me perverted in the extreme, but I had long
harbored a fantasy of doing it to both of them in the
car – something just so erotic about the confines of
your own mobile family unit, one that they had ridden
in since being strapped into their own child-safety
restraints. Its very familiarity proving somewhat of an
aphrodisiac. Kylie was not helping either, giggling in
the back seat and saying things like "I think she wants
something dad!"

Looking as cute as a button and dressed as she was in
her brief little school uniform, really had me at a
disadvantage from the outset. I had only to slip both
hands beneath her dress and her panties were right
there – I was a lost cause. No sooner had I made
contact with her knickers than she looked at me all
innocent and pleading and I had to unzip.

Feeling obviously very naughty, she drew her panties to
one side – all this being conducted beneath the
confines of her dress and quite outside anyone’s vision
– and wriggled her little bottom around until she had
what she wanted inside her. Holding me round the neck
with both arms then she just basically fucked me stupid
while kissing with all the passion she could muster.
Lucky the garage door was down!

I suppose I should have called the Rape Crisis
Center... but what could they do? Only time could heal
my poor abused body – made worse by the fact that the
instant I shunted her full of sticky stuff, she miaowed
contentedly and was then replaced in less than twenty
seconds by her equally kinky sister whose needs ran to
more of the same. Fucking them fully dressed is as hot
if not wilder than in their conventional semi-stripped
condition. I led them purring upstairs after I had
recovered my composure and told them to get on with
their homework and leave me alone. This was to become a
habit.

Taking them to school in the mornings became a risky
proposition even, with inevitably one or other flashing
me before we could back out of the garage. If that
didn’t work I would glance up, hearing unusually loud
giggles, and find Kylie with her hand up Jenna’s
school-dress or Jenna making Kylie gasp by slipping a
hand up beneath her breasts having a good feel.

Either way, that back-seat was getting quite stained.
God, all most parents have to do is make their kids a
sandwich each morning... I was having to become the
meat in the sandwich! One can only imagine what
activities the two were getting up to in the privacy of
each other’s room. As time went by I was beginning to
have to imagine less and less.

It goes without saying that it took little persuasion
on their part to get me to agree to take them to
George’s place and the days wound down to that
frighteningly quickly. I could sense their growing
anticipation... if not my own.

Larissa had called – several times in fact and we even
managed a couple of nights out at a nearby coffee-shop
during that preceding week. Wonderful nights they were
too. Hours spent just talking and holding her and
strangely with no need for gratuitous sex. I did make
love to her one night before taking her home,
encouraged to by Kylie, who whispered to me as she went
to bed "She’s so nice dad and we know how much you love
her... show her!"

If an artwork is a window into the soul, then I painted
a masterpiece that night. This was no fuck-session. I
made love to her and she gave me what every true
partnership demands – unspoken commitment. I still had
no idea where all this was leading – but I so wanted to
go there!

So, lets get down to it.

George’s house in a quite close neighboring suburb was
not that large, and as far as the ‘party’ was
concerned, less than twenty-five people had been
invited. Nevertheless most of the regular faces were
on-site. Jerry, Michelle, Warwick and Brianna, the
three of us, Susie and Tanya. Mal and Cathy of course,
Brad, Louise, another family I had never met - a pretty
blonde with both parents, Wayne with his yummy daughter
Caitlin and two or three unaccompanied men. Obviously
their first time. By virtue of planned car-pooling, the
entire contingent made it there in five vehicles, three
being family people-movers.

Notable for being the first party we had attended where
due to the limited space in the house, everyone kinda
drifted between the lounge, kitchen, dining room and
rumpus area. It worked very well with never more than
eight or nine people in a room at any one time.
Whenever there appeared to be a dearth of guests, you
could be sure some cutie or other had been whisked
upstairs for a quick exploratory.

Obviously it wasn’t just my two who were getting a
taste for this, pretty much the instant the front door
closed behind the last guest, everyone gravitated
quickly to their chosen quarry. Kylie and Jenna (done-
up to the hilt in party dresses and hot eye-shadow)
were such beacons of lust, their male following was
forced to form an orderly queue.

Even I had to accommodate the imminent advances of
Brianna, Michelle and Larissa – God we were a popular
family! Jerry and one of the new guys made no secret of
their desire for under-age entertainment, dragging
Tanya off her mom’s lap and pulling her to the floor in
one corner of the loungeroom. Open mouthed, the rest of
us watched as they literally ripped her top off, pulled
her bra down and began sucking her either side with
considerable relish, and given the limited size of her,
as yet not fully developed breasts, it was quite a
sight.

Susie completed the red-hot assault by kneeling in
front of her daughter and pushing her skirt right up,
displaying for all to see – the little girl’s hot pink
panties, which she proceeded to rub most effectively
judging by her daughter’s subsequent squirming.

The drinks and nibblies didn’t even get an early
workout as the action in that corner catalysed everyone
into frenetic activity. I found myself with Brianna
huddled on one knee, Larissa on the other. Michelle
would have shoved them both out the way had not Wayne
and another guy seized her around the waist and dragged
her out of the room to God-knows what fate. I just had
time to call out to her "Soon as you’re free
sweetheart!"

"That could be a while," said Larissa cheekily, kissing
me and hugging Brianna to her at the same time. Things
were looking really good here! With both girls nuzzling
either side of my face I didn’t know who to attend to
first, so much did I want the two of them. Looked like
I would have to ditch my one-girl-at-a-time game plan
and work on a double whammy template.

Accordingly I reached up between them and began
fondling both girls’ breasts. Not sure who was moaning
and whimpering the loudest... I think it was me!
Larissa’s eyes clouded over and I just had to kiss her
deeply. My hand dropped to her leg and pushing her
skirt higher, she spread her legs as much as the shared
space on my lap permitted.

I was about to take Brianna’s skirt the same route when
I discovered a fully unexpected obstacle – Larissa’s
hand already up it! Damn me, I thought, Larissa is
growing up fast! Between my hand back up under her
blouse and Larissa’s in her panties, Brianna was in
heaven. This you could tell by her breathing,
trembling, generated heat... Oh yeah, and her pleading
"don’t stop."

Larissa on the other hand had let me undo her top,
exposing both breasts now, while she was fingering
herself to glory. Everyone on track for the big
firework show, except me! Still, being the trooper I
am, I saw them both off - content with kissing one
after the other, while rubbing and pulling their
breasts like the inarguable child-molester I was.

Nothing hotter than having a girl cum while sitting on
you. Well, that’s not strictly true is it? having two
cum on you at once is double the pleasure. Both managed
it within seconds of one another, Brianna crying out
"Oohhhhhhh," and Larissa whimpering softly as she shook
like a labrador after its weekly bath.

Unloading both their cute little asses, I went in
search of my two. Not surprisingly I found Jenna in one
corner of the adjacent lounge room permitting George to
do things to her that in other circumstances would land
him twenty years with hard labor.

With both breasts free of her dress, which George had
strategically unzipped at the back and tugged down well
below nipple level, she was seated in a single chair,
her legs draped across either arm, wantonly holding
aside her knickers for him. Presented thus with an
uninterrupted wide-screen window of opportunity, he was
in the process of pushing his erection as far up her
totally exposed pussy as nature would allow. She let
out an "Uhhhh!" of total delight.

Jenna saw me and smiled coyly. She is such a hot little
tease now and really gets a boost knowing I am watching
her being fucked silly. If anything, she spread her
legs wider and arched her back as George began licking
her nipples as he upped the rate of entry. Imagining
the scene before me as being one of under-age rape, and
quite frankly in the submissive position she was,
that’s exactly what it looked like... .I found myself
coming to grips with a whole new series of fantasies...
all of them wicked in the extreme.

They were shifting up a gear now and as he really began
penetrating her with some force, Jenna began moaning
and crying out for him to do it harder as she always
does now when she gets this hot and abandoned. George
was rubbing and pulling her breasts unrestrictedly and
her nipples were as erect as I had ever seen them. She
slid a hand down between her legs suddenly and began
rubbing her pussy right above the point at which he was
thrusting in to her. If I had taken out my own erection
as I so wanted to, either I would have cum all over
her, or wrenched George out of the way and raped her
myself. Had to kneel this one out.

George was losing it. "Fuck Jenna, you are the hottest
girl." he muttered, suddenly grabbing her around the
bottom and pulling her to him. She slid down the chair,
almost with her back on the cushion, but so wide were
her legs now she looked like a year 8 gymnast. Letting
go of her panties, which made no difference to either
party at this late stage, she put her arms round his
neck as he pumped her to seventh heaven. Jenna began to
shudder and make totally lost "little girl" noises as
George reached his zenith and shot a truck-load of cum
into her as she thrust her hips forward with pleasure.
I could watch endless replays!

"You do seem to find my daughter a rare pleasure
George," I said. He turned and saw me there for the
first time. Still getting his breath back, Jenna was
sitting up and making herself look presentable.

"She is just so sexy and beautiful he said, "I can’t
get enough of her."

Not wanting to disclose our own incestuous
pleasantries, I merely said,

"Yeah, know the feeling George. Larissa is kinda
occupying my thoughts these days too.

"Not just your thoughts either huh?" he added smiling.
Jenna giggled. He had a point!

Turning to Jenna I asked her if she knew where Kylie
was?

"No dad, sorry," she said, "But Jerry and Brad took her
somewhere a few minutes before you got here." I had a
fair idea where knowing those two. As I turned to
leave, I heard George say to her, "Have you had enough
Jenna? Would you like a rest?"

She pulled him to her and whispered something. Next
moment he was pushing her dress up her legs again and
she was wriggling her knickers in his face. They were
going to busy for quite a while by my reckoning.

"Have fun both of you," I called back to them. I doubt
either heard.

Well seeing as a bedroom was the most likely
destination they would have had in mind for my
daughter, I headed off in that general direction,
needing first to pass through the rumpus area. It was
well named... there being definitely a rumpus in
progress.

I may have missed pretty little Cathy’s performance a
fortnight earlier, understandably – given Kylie and
Jenna’s stunning debut at Warwick’s, but I sure as hell
was privy to her live and on-stage here. Where to
start? Well by the time I arrived on-site they had all
well and truly "started." "They" being two of the new
fathers, a nice-looking girl in her late twenties maybe
and Mal, her own dad!

Cathy had on just her plain white knickers and what
looked like the remnants of a matching bra. She was
quite small up top and it looked to me that in their
haste to either have a feel or suck of her hot little
breasts, someone had ripped her bra. One pert nipple
was half covered, the other exposed as the shoulder
strap was clearly broken. That alone was highly
arousing to gaze upon. What was being done to her
though was enough to bring on a seizure.

They had her on a modular lounge. Sitting on the lap of
one of the men whose name I never discovered, he was
amusing himself finding out what makes little girls
different inside their panties, while with his spare
hand he must have been checking her for breast cancer!
The other new guest, whose name I believe was Graham,
was seated alongside the girl slightly side-on to her.

Now, obviously a believer in the old maxim "share and
share alike," he too had his hand down her knickers,
the point of entry being somewhere around her right
hip. Whose fingers were actually inside her, I couldn’t
see... quite possibly both, judging by Cathy’s
wriggling and pleasured hip movements.

It just gets hotter! The girl, who anyone with 20-20
vision would have to acknowledge as being just plain
bodaciously sexy, was kneeling on the floor kissing the
young girl full on the lips, her hands caressing her
intimately, notably whichever breast the other guy
wasn’t fondling.

Cathy was responding with gasps, "ohhhh’s" and a heap
of other hot little noises as she kissed her right
back. What was just mind-numbingly arousing – she was
visibly groping the older girl’s breasts inside her bra
as she slid her tongue into her.

Now, something tells me that Mal shares with Cathy
pretty much the same hot incestual game-plan as Kylie,
Jenna and I, and most likely all the fathers and
daughters at these parties. Let’s face it, what dad
would stand by and watch his daughter being multiply
fucked and fondled and not want to keep the dream alive
at home? Well, assuming circumstances permit of course.
What daughter wouldn’t want it, come to that? Let’s get
real!

Anyway, to get back to the tableau. Mal was taking
definite advantage of the opportunity at hand, so to
speak. Not only was Cathy fondling Chantelle (as I
heard her referred to once in a while) but Mal had
positioned himself behind her and was probably the
intitiator of her currently semi-stripped condition.
Bra, panties and hot little anklet I noticed. Damn they
are sexy!

Just as I got there, he began tugging down Chantelle’s
panties and was presented visually with the hottest and
smoothest little bum you could wish to spank... every
bit as inviting as Jenna’s. Not that he made any
attempt to spank it – he had other tunnelling sports in
mind. Not wanting to disturb the girl’s kissing
session, he simply had her kneel up a little higher and
by parting her legs, he was able to extricate his
erection and slip it up into her.

I simply had to move around a bit to see that hotter
than hot pussy from the front. God, did I want to fuck
her! Yeah, I know, – take a number Noel! Needing to
have some input however I did bend down, unhook her bra
and get it off her... she looked so much better nude!

From Cathy’s viewpoint I probably didn’t do her any
favors, as all the men were suddenly more interested in
watching Chantelle get herself fucked silly in just her
anklet. God, if she’s a "mother" her daughter could
only be eleven or twelve. Mal must have been eating a
lot of spinach recently – he took her apart. Absolutely
had her crying-out for it. Just got to the stage
Chantelle had to stop kissing Cathy and get down on
all-fours while he completed a full re-bore. Cathy’s
eyes were huge watching all this.

They were even larger when Mal suddenly pulled out of
Chantelle mid-cum and just grabbing his daughter off
the man’s knee, ripped her knickers down and pretty
much raped her on the carpet in front of everyone. So
hot was it, that no sooner had he pulled out of his
daughter, than Graham knelt down between the girls legs
and holding them wide apart fucked her himself while
the other dad bent over her and sucked her little
nipples for all he was worth. If I hadn’t been looking
for Kylie, I’d have been next... as it was, I thought
about it.

Bestriding Cathy’s naked and abused little body, I took
leave of the players and headed for the stairs
opposite. Definite sense of deja-vu here. Last time if
you recall, it was in search of Jenna. Being a smallish
three bedroom house, I didn’t have far to look. Where
else but the master bedroom? Muted conversation could
be heard even from the top of the stairway.

Now whether the plan had been to entice any further
passers-by or they had just forgotten to close the door
properly I couldn’t say, but the voyeur in me was
presented with an immediate opportunity here. Ajar by
almost a foot, several degrees of viewing were visible
through the crack in the door. The dialog was in full
surround sound too. By chance, the main bed was aligned
with the viewing portal, or at least a good part of it.
They had her dead center.

"Do you like that Kylie?" It was Brad talking. They had
her in just her bra and knickers by the looks of it. On
her knees, elbows on the bed he obviously had his cock
far up inside her. Jerry was the far side of her but I
couldn’t see what he was doing.

"Yesssssss" hissed Kylie quite clearly, obviously being
pleasured to the edge. "Don’t stop..." she added
pushing back on him.

"Don’t stop what sweetie?" Brad asked.

"What you’re doing to me," she cried out, between
gasps.

"It’s got a name Kylie," he teased her, "Tell us what
we’re doing to you."

There was a long pause...

"You know," she replied, "Don’t make me say it."

"But we want to hear you say it." Brad teased her...
suddenly penetrating her way harder. I could see her
body shaking, Also a hand appeared in view, fondling
her left bra cup suddenly. Obviously Jerry moving up a
cog.

"C’mon sexy face," he said, "Don’t go shy on us... tell
us what we’re doing to you."

"Fucking me," she barely whispered. My own erection
cranked up eighteen degrees hearing that.

"That’s right sweetie," Brad continued, "We’re fucking
you... .and where exactly are we doing that? Tell us."

"Oh ohhhhhh, in my pussy," she wailed as Brad began the
home run.

He was grabbing on to her hips now and whether she was
holding her knickers aside for him or he just had his
cock slipped-in, I couldn’t see.

"There’s another word for it Kylie," Brad was gasping
himself.

"Noooooo, don’t make me say that," she pleaded. The
hand beneath her pushed the bra up, freeing her breasts
and even at the distance I was, I could see how erect
those hot little nipples were.

"Say it," Brad insisted... absolutely fucking her to
the hilt.

"My c-cunt," I heard her say just before three things
happened.

My erection reached instant and full potential. Kylie
suddenly cried out "Fuck me Brad... fuck my... ohhhhh,"
she didn’t get to finish the sentence...as Brad
obviously let go with the full broadside.

As he pumped it into her, she was just gasping and
mewling face down on the bed with her bottom as high up
as she could get it.

Aside from tortured breathing, silence reigned
momentarily.

"Well Kylie, that’s Brad’s second," I heard Jerry say.
"C’mon, my turn again!" I could hardly believe this.
They were using her like a slut and she was enjoying
it.

I saw through the crack the two men move around. They
had Kylie kneeling now between them and I could see
more.

"Show us your tits sweetheart," Jerry was asking.
Dammit. He didn’t have to ask twice as she pulled her
straps down slowly, exposing both breasts to him. I saw
him grope her and mutter "You have such hot tits
Kylie... just like your little sister." My erection was
straining to break through the confines of my pants.

Then I heard Brad telling her, "Show me your bum again
Kylie." "Again???" Watching in disbelief as she knelt
up a fraction and then deliberately began pulling her
knickers down (no g-string today) before wiggling her
bottom pretty much in his face. Jerry was still
molesting her from the front with renewed vigor. I
couldn’t see what, if anything Brad was doing to her.

"Ok cutie," Jerry was continuing, "Just take your
undies right off for me, I want to fuck you naked."

It seemed almost second nature to her as she peeled
everything off just kneeling there now completely nude.
Jerry was holding his impressive erection right before
her.

"Kneel up a bit Kylie, let me do it front-on," he said.
She did so and I watched dry-mouthed as he moved in to
her, holding her round the hips with one hand, guiding
his cock up into her with the other. As he penetrated
her, Kylie tossed her head back in ecstasy and I saw
Brad’s hands come up under her arms and begin fondling
and groping both her breasts lustfully. Jerry started
fucking her as she swayed back and forth, allowing
herself to be completely dominated by the two of them.

I had decided to call a halt to this as soon as he came
in her. She’d had enough and besides... I was getting
jealous!

As Jerry continued fucking her, Kylie was sighing, half
sobbing with ecstasy. Brad’s hands dropped to her
bottom. "Ever had two cocks in you sweetheart?" came
the words that blew my coherent thoughts to kingdom
come. I wasn’t going to allow this... but I couldn’t
move.

Kylie’s eyes were closed but she managed to shake her
head I saw.

"Would you like to try it then? I think you’d love it,"
said Brad. I could see Kylie hesitating, trying to come
to grips with what they were wanting to do to her.

"Aw, c’mon sweetie," Brad was cajoling her. "Jerry’s
cock in your hot sexy cunt and mine right up that cute
little ass of yours, that would really get you off
babe. He paused, "Why not take a day off school next
week Kylie? Come over one morning and we can both fuck
you for hours!"

"Noooooo," she finally got out. "That’s gross... dad
would never want me doing that."

"Well what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, will it?"
Jerry added. Why was I paralysed and not in there
punching him out I wondered?

Suddenly he pulled out of her. Laying himself full
length on the bed, he pulled Kylie on top of him. I saw
her breasts squashed up against his chest and Brad
beginning to grope them hard again. Jerry started
kissing her and quite without encouragement, I saw her
manouvering herself into position for him to slip his
cock up into her... her legs spread wide either side of
him.

It wasn’t the fact that now he began fucking her so
hard her hair was jiggling all over his face, it was
the sight of Brad kneeling up behind her, one hand on
her naked bum and the other quite obviously rubbing
juices, cum and whatever else was running out of her,
into her forbidden zone. She was letting him!

I knew he had his finger well up inside her because she
was wriggling and I heard Jerry say "Get her really
lubed Brad." So wide were Kylie’s legs, Brad must have
had the most incredibly open view of her twin rear
portals, one of which was being fucked into
insensibility. I heard Brad mutter "She’s so fucking
hot in there," as he continued fingering and preparing
her hot little bottom for deflowering.

I was unable to move as I saw him approach her,
erection in hand and as he then lowered it between her
cheeks. I saw her stiffen as he obviously made first
contact and heard Jerry tell her to relax. He slowed up
his own rate of penetration to allow Brad entry. I had
to watch this!

Kylie began moaning and then I heard her say, "Noooooo,
that’s hurting." Brad backed off. "Just relax
sweetie... once I’m in you it won’t hurt any more." He
tried again, she grit her teeth and wanted Jerry to
kiss her. Again though it was obviously hurting and she
said, "No, please don’t, I don’t like it." This time
though, Brad was persistent. It was her crying out
"Stop it, I don’t want you to do that to me," that
broke free my shackles. I flung the door wide and
strode in.

"I think you’ve had enough Kylie," I said, Brad
withdrew clean across the bed.

She scrambled off the quilt and hugged me. Not knowing
what I had seen of course, I wasn’t about to embarrass
her and say anything. I just gave Brad an eyeful and
told her to get dressed. She hadn’t been hurt, but I
suspect given a nasty shock.

"Thanks Kylie," Jerry called out somewhat routinely,
"You were wonderful." She tossed him a half-smile as
she zipped her dress up and we left the room.

I didn’t say anything and I don’t figure Kylie wanted
to elaborate on recent developments either, but God, I
just couldn’t shed those images of Brad’s finger up her
backside as Jerry was fucking her to death. Some
moments really do call for a JD and ice!

With my arm around her protectively I wanted more than
anything else to take her home right then and fuck her
softly in her own bed. Really lovingly and gently...
I’d even lay odds of ten to one she’d have wanted it
too. I know and understand how many readers are
thinking right at this point "You sicko, exploiting
your own daughters - you need help," and in truth I
cannot defend my actions with any justifiable logic,
but I have seen my daughters faces as I make love with
them and if they are "feeling exploited," "hurt,"
"betrayed," "suffering inwardly," or in any way
adversely affected, then their expressions are the work
of the world’s greatest living actresses. We have grown
up from birth in the ‘civilised’ world (as if) being
force-fed the line that sexual relations between man
and daughter are "wrong," "psychologically damaging,"
"disgusting," "contrary to nature" and "evil." Well
what if they’re not?

Such acts being forced upon an unwilling daughter are
ALL those things but I tell you with absolute
conviction, having been gang-raped by my own daughters
in the front seat of my car... not only will I not be
pressing charges... I love them all the more and can
barely wait for tomorrow morning.

Ever present is, I must confess, a definite health-
risk. Obviously both girls are on the pill which
although I agree is not 100% safe, offers no worse odds
than screwing your boyfriend regularly. As for the HIV
positive risk, its not like everyone in the group is
getting out and about promiscuously. They’re all being
delightfully promiscuous in pretty much the same little
circle. "All for One and One for All" as it were. They
are all good, clean, healthily aware families. Yeah, I
know... nothing is guaranteed, but hell, any of them
could pick up an overnight partner and find he/she was
the wrong one. I have never seen a solitary rubber used
by any male in the group. If that was mandatory... .I’d
be joining the local sewing circle instead!

How the hell did I get sidetracked on to this subject?

As I ushered Kylie back through the rumpus room... it
was almost empty now save for a very young girl in the
far corner and what looked suspiciously like her dad,
who was doing his darndest to get her panties off her
as he kissed her rather salaciously. Little Cathy and
her entourage were long gone evidently.

The dining room however was a hive of frenetic
activity. No sooner had I dragged Kylie in behind me
when a voice I recognised as Warwick’s assailed me.

"Oh there you both are... been looking for Kylie for a
while." I didn’t bother asking why. He pulled her to
him and gave her a hug, holding her unnecessarily low
down the back of her dress I noticed. She wasn’t
complaining. Leaving her in his reasonably safe but
decidedly lecherous company, I kept an eye out for
Jenna. Neither she nor George were monopolising the
chair any longer and had either discovered greener
pastures or alternate partners. I suddenly felt my hand
seized and looking around, found a breathless but eager
little Michelle looking up at me.

"Hi pretty Shelley," I said. "Have you been enjoying
yourself? As if I didn’t know."

"Of course," she replied smiling, adding quickly, "Oh,
have you seen Jenna, Larissa and that other woman?"

"No... what other woman?" I asked. "Where are they?"

"Tanya’s mom... ... look, they’re just over there!" she
pointed to the far side of the room where quite a few
people had gathered. I dragged Michelle with me over to
the clustered group. The ‘viewing audience’ would
appear to be almost two thirds of the invited assembly.
Moving closer with Michelle I could see why! It took
all my powers of self-will to in fact remain on my
feet.

"Oh my God," uttered Michelle. That underplayed it!

Don’t know what exactly was going on when Michelle
first saw them but at this juncture, five people were
now actively involved in the scenario being played out
right before us.

Someone had obviously laid a whole lot of cushions from
the lounge end to end and side by side, on top of which
had been tossed a whole heap of scatter-cushions,
making virtually a comfortable "nest" some six to eight
foot square. Seated in the middle completely naked and
with her legs being held wide-apart by Larissa and
young Tanya, was my daughter. Both girls were topless,
squatting in their knickers only. Susie, still dressed
normally so far as I could see, was on her knees
licking Jenna’s pussy so hard that she was literally
crying-out in pleasure.

I had to take a hold of Michelle’s breasts to steady
myself. Other people I noticed were groping the nearest
girl to them... daughter or not. A few girls were
clearly rubbing their own pussies, watching it all
unfold. Right then, Susie began saying something to the
other two, following which both Larissa and Tanya
reached across and began rubbing Jenna’s breasts and
pulling her nipples, which everyone could see were
incredibly erect.

Even from the distance we were and with several people
in front of us, it was obvious just how wet Jenna’s
slit was. A fair proportion of the cum George had
deposited there earlier was either leaking out or being
licked-out by Susie herself. I could see Kylie and
Warwick towards the other side of the onlookers and so
absorbed was she in watching her sister’s predicament I
don’t think she even noticed Warwick’s hand down the
front of her party-dress, negotiating the contents of
her bra.

Now... the fifth participant? No less a personage than
George himself. And did he have the most enviable of
tasks? Kneeling immediately behind Susie as she lapped
Jenna from top to bottom, he began pushing her skirt
high up her hips revealing Susie’s jet-black silky
knickers. She began wriggling her bum, as much I
suspect for George’s enjoyment as for the inter-active
crowd’s pleasure. My grip on Michelle’s breasts
increased and I felt her getting all hot and bothered.

Next thing, George just ripped Susie’s knickers down
and pulled them right off. Still licking Jenna while
she made good use of her fingers in the same general
area, Susie arched her bum up, presenting George with a
target that needed no computerised guidance-system.
Larissa said something to her dad, the effect of which
was to have him bury his cock all the way. Susie lapped
even harder making Jenna wriggle and beg for more.

My daughter’s breasts, I could see were being quite
roughly treated by both girls but she was far from
lodging any complaint, as she quite clearly was
thrusting her shoulders back to give them even better
access. Someone yelled out "Suck the girl’s tits" and
Tanya, hot little bi that she obviously is, leant
forward and did just that. Even hotter, was Jenna
putting her hand around the back of the young girl’s
head and pulling her even harder up against her
nipples.

Tanya began suckling her like a baby, while Jenna began
fondling the girl’s fully unprotected breasts. I really
have to talk to that daughter of mine! Right about
then, most of the viewing audience crossed the line of
rational behavior and began performing just about every
indecent act you can imagine with the girl/man of their
choice.

Didn’t matter where you looked... girls were being
stripped, dads fondling their daughters like crazy,
girls kissing each other while slipping hands up inside
one another’s panties. One mother between Wayne and
another guy even, guiding a cock into her own pussy.
Even I had to share Michelle, as one of the other new
dads dropped to his knees and pushing her skirt up,
began rubbing her pussy until she gasped for him to
pull her knickers down and lick her too.

It just descended into a total orgy as both Tanya and
Larissa were pulled out of the way for whatever
pleasures the sex-nappers had in store for them. I
didn’t care either at that moment. Only Jenna, Susie
and George remained center stage, the girls just so
totally absorbed in their own pleasures and George but
moments from his own little Alamo.

I think the two of us must have raped Michelle standing
up, two or three times each in the next ten minutes or
so. We just kept turning her round and fucking her
while the other held her. She certainly didn’t mind –
besides, her dad was performing various sex acts with
Louise over by the far wall . God knows where Brad was!

This was one out-of-control party and is probably a
good place to take a well-deserved break. It’s almost
3.05 pm and two hot little girls in even hotter little
uniforms are waiting for me at the school entrance.
Damn it to hell, I’m at the mercy of two teenage
rapists the instant that garage door closes. I can see
the inscription on the tombstone now. "He died a happy
man: Harper Valley, March 2005"

[starfight]

10. Up Close & Personal

Did I say the party was "out of control?" Hush my mouth, it was a rave!

Mid-way through one further spin of the dice at the hands of my un-named compatriot, Michelle suffered sensory overload and had not I been supporting her arms behind her back, she would have slumped to the floor. I felt her go limp, even as her partner continued to thrust up into her as deeply as he was able to at that angle. We manoeuvered her on to the carpet, and paying little heed to the Geneva Convention, continued to 'rape' her unchecked. Let me freely admit, fucking a young woman while she is out to it, is as hot an experience as this tired old world has to offer. Not quite sure why that is...perhaps the girl's complete inability to resist. Maybe it's the awesome vulnerability, that defenceless little pussy at the mercy really of one's unbridled imagination. Whatever, we had a real ball for a few minutes, completely stripping her and re-acquainting ourselves with the many highlights of that beautiful young body. She came-to just as I was 'passing the baton.' They just don't make them any sexier!

Behind us, her dad was making the most of the unhinged interlude by fucking young Louise up against the far wall. With her knickers down around one ankle, Jerry was obviously playing for keeps as he pinioned her arms against the wall, both breasts free of her bra. He penetrated her repeatedly with an enviable degree of precision. I couldn't hear what she was saying, if in fact they were even coherent words, but her legs were spreading ever wider as he thrust in to her and it was no surprise that he should suddenly enunciate for all the world to hear... "Oh, fuck Louise," as he did just that - one final time! She gasped and actively freed from his grasp, slid down the wall, clutching at her pussy! The score in our immediate vicinity then was: Men-on-site two - girls NIL!

Looking up, Jenna was evidently not much better off emotionally. Lying spreadeagled among the cushions, her legs still agape, she was making no attempt to cover her nakedness, simply wriggling her hips slightly and holding her pussy with both hands, moaning or pleading...I couldn't really tell which. Susie had pulled back and was on her knees facing slightly away from her, while George was fucking her still. Both of them were oblivious to any onlookers and were in the last stages of their mutually satisfying coupling. I went across to my daughter.

Little more aware than Michelle had been but seconds before, she seemed surprised when her eyes focused on my presence.

"Oh, God dad, I feel so strange." She muttered. I was going to say "so licked you mean," but thought better of it.

"C'mon sweetie, let's get you dressed," I suggested. I think it was only then she realised that she was in fact completely nude as she instinctively began to cover her breasts with her arms. I looked around and found her undies and dress over by the chair and tossed them over to her. Watching her pull them on, that little bra especially, was enough to stir my testosterone once more but now wasn't the time.

"I'm sooo tender there dad," she said, cupping her breasts through her dress.

"Really?" I teased, "wonder why?" I think she blushed.

She was totally absorbed now watching George fill Susie at that moment. Fairly hard to miss as she was half-sobbing with passion and pushing back on George to wrest that very last drop of cum from him. He was a spent force any way you looked at it.

I wanted Jenna again more than anything at that moment but figured we really could all do with a substantial break given the past thirty minutes' activities. It would appear that everyone else was feeling equally drained and like-minded, as young girls and father's alike everywhere I could see, were mostly engaged in pulling zips UP for a change. The place looked like the aftermath of a massive home-invasion with items strewn all over the floor, clothes wall to wall and all the girls looking decidedly...er, healthy? George dragged himself over to Jenna, slumped down beside her and put his arm around her waist. She gave him the softest little kiss that had no sexual undertones whatsoever - it was rather sweet.

Two slim and very warm arms slipped around my neck. Looking up, Shelley smiled down at me, dressed now and just so cute and desirable. I pulled her to my lap and cradled her there, kissing her forehead.

"You are such a naughty girl Shelley," I teased her, "But I love you sweetheart." Her next smile melted my heart. I think I loved her almost as much as Larissa. Definitely best I didn't start thinking along those lines. For a while, all four of us just sat there saying nothing, simply enjoying the solitude and togetherness.

George was the first to break up the meditative spell.

"Guess that seeing I'm the host, I'd better go organise refreshments," he muttered, untangling himself from Jenna who slumped in his arms, appeared three quarters asleep. I figured I would take the opportunity to go look for Larissa and Kylie. I gave Michelle a kiss and sat her down beside Jenna among the cushions.

Orgies definitely take it out of you! At no stage at any of the other parties was it so quiet. Everywhere, little groups of people 'recovering' from their exertions. At one such group in the next room, Larissa was sprawled out between Brad Archer, a guy I'd never even seen and Tanya. The man was kissing the eighteen-year-old intermittently but with no great sexual empathy. I think that side of things had been well and truly exhausted in the previous half-hour. What Brad and Larissa had been up to, God only knows. I didn't want to know.

When she saw me, Larissa got to her feet quickly and came over.

"Soo glad you're here Noel," she whispered to me. As if reading my thoughts, she hugged me and said "I didn't let him do anything to me...just kiss me a bit."

I couldn't see Brad being satisfied with that, especially as the last time I saw her, she was being dragged away wearing no more than a skimpy pair of knickers, but I didn't push the matter. The mere fact she had said what she did was enough and anyway, they probably took their main pleasure with Tanya. She certainly looked the more "ruffled" of the two.

Couldn't see Kylie and Warwick anywhere - which suggested to me he had found some cosy little grotto somewhere to further his lustful intent - most likely a bedroom if I knew him....and her! God, what happened to that innocent little cutie I put across my knee and spanked for that first time just eighteen months or so ago? And yet to look at her now you wouldn't think butter would melt in her mouth. Other places it certainly would!

The drinks and nibblies got a work-out as everyone was fitfully re-stocking themselves with calories to carry them through the business-end of the session. Just at that juncture Warwick strolled in to the lounge with Kylie in tow. Both looked remarkably flushed and contented. She studiously avoided too much eye contact with me I noted, suggesting she had submitted willingly to a range of bodily activities I may not altogether have approved of. None I was assured, would have been PG rated.

Next-up of course was the afternoon's piece-de-resistance - the traditional bedroom mazurka. It's not that the voting was rigged, simply that every man there wanted Jenna and Kylie double-teamed, as was the case at Warwick's. They wanted to of course, so who was I to wreck up everyone's expectations.

"Pleaasse dad...let's do it on our own this week...we'll be OK, really!" begged Kylie, backed-up by her sexy little sister in the wings. I should have expected it!

"Yeah right," I said, "You want I should let my own eighteen and nineteen year old daughters loose for half an hour with four wannabe rapists in a closed bedroom? Some small comfort it was admittedly that due to the restricted guest-list, four would be the maximum number available.

"We'll be fine dad," Jenna assured me, giggling so much I almost believed her.

"Look kids," I replied, feeling like a fledgling defense attorney whose objection had just been over-ruled in Court, "Things can get out of control real quick. What are you two gonna do up against four men?"

"Scream," answered Kylie quick as all hell! "And anyway dad ...c'mon, Tanya even had to handle stuff all on her own...and she's younger than Jenna!"

She had a point and besides, Brianna had taken all of us on alone a few parties back and she's only in Jenna's grade. God-damn, I had a sudden recollection of us all fucking her in bed that day. I was losing my concentration and fast!

"Please..dad," they begged in unison. Are these straight-up little sluts in the making or what?

"Well against my better judgment you understand..." that's as far as I got..they were hugging me and running off to the next room.

No need to say, they carried off just about every vote. Rumors quickly spread, so I found out later - that I wouldn't be overseeing their performance. I figure any of the four chosen could have sold their stake on eBay for fifty-grand upwards! Little blonde Caitlin polled second place and against all the odds, Chantelle (the young mom) was third choice.

Kylie and Jenna ended up selecting Warwick, Jerry, George of course and some guy I didn't know, one of the new dads. That had me thinking. Whoever he was, he must have performed creditably with one or either of them to have secured the invite! I knew that with George there they would be quite safe. Can't say as I cared much that Brad missed out on selection. You have no idea though just how hot it actually was watching them troop upstairs in the company of all those guys, knowing what was going to happen to them and how many penetrations they would be hosting in even that short time....not to mention where!

After Caitlin had made her selection it befell Chantelle to choose her three partners. Wouldn't you know it? I made choice number two - with Larissa standing not three feet away. I was in two minds, but she smiled and mouthed the words "Go on.....I want you to." I made some show of protest but she was insistent, saying "Go on..have a good time, I'll wait here for you."

That had to be safe - there being pretty much only girls left in the house.

Jenna and Kylie obviously were herded into the master bedroom, right alongside that which we led Chantelle into. Just knowing my daughters were next door was almost as damned hot as being with them! Caitlin and her small party commandeered Larissa's bedroom further along the hallway, which rather pissed me off as I hadn't even seen inside of it yet!

The shocks came thick and fast! Chantelle so it eventuated, was unmasked as being no less a personage than Wayne's younger sister, making her Caitlin's aunt. They had we learned, invited her just for the hell of it! She was only twenty-seven apparently and had already an eight-year old daughter Melissa. Now that fact alone really sparked the imagination you can be sure.

It also explained perhaps why Chantelle had chosen Wayne first up. Looking at her sitting as she was on that bed, waiting to do our bidding, I could only imagine what kind of incestuous fun she and her brother must have had some years back. Married since nineteen, she couldn't have been too short of physical fulfilment her entire life! Her husband, so she mentioned later, had no knowledge of her "extra curricular" activities. Not sure whether to be happy or sorry for him.

One thing I must admit with a twenty-seven year old. There's way less pressure to be "gentle" and "paternally protective." Chantelle was there to get fucked and we didn't disappoint her on that score. Definitely a tailor-made proposition for Brad who was hauled in as the third participant! Got the ball rolling by making her strip for us...completely! It definitely wasn't her first time either. Only about five-four tops, she had lovely shoulder-length frizzy brown hair that she tossed about for great effect and with an experienced flair. (God, no wonder she got pregnant at nineteen)

Looking back now, the session was roughly divisible into three ten-minute scenarios. As soon as she slid her panties off, we made her walk around the bedroom naked but for that sexy little anklet, showing off her body, sitting on the bed with her legs apart, pulling her own nipples - even masturbating for us. God damn...that was unreal! Then we got her into the double bed and took turns fucking her while the other two felt her up. We had her between us, lying across us and just lengthways, face-down on the man in the center. She sure as hell knew how to kiss and was still young enough to be a majorly hot little tease. I've seen several eighteen year-olds with one tenth Chantelle's sex-appeal! Throughout though, my mind was half-attuned to my daughters' fate. At one stage we heard both of them in the next room giggling insanely - someone was really having fun!

The second phase was her brother's idea. "Let's play-act a gang-bang?" he suggested, telling her to put her clothes back on quickly while he rummaged through one of the sets of drawers looking for some sort of restraint. Love a guy with the strength of his convictions! All he came up with was a power cord most likely from an old computer - but hey, it worked a treat later!

God, she looked so hot barefoot, in that creased and rather short skirt, hair all mussed up and those beautiful breasts temporarily shielded from view by that flimsy little cotton top. I wouldn't say she was big, probably 32B much like my two girls...but that's just enough to be exquisitely tempting in my book.

In the interests of at least marginally simulated reality, we had her exit the room then re-enter as if looking for something. Wayne grabbed her immediately, holding her arms behind her, offering the two of us virtual carte-blanche. Didn't take Brad but a second to get with the program, pulling her skirt up with one hand while quite savagely fondling her breasts. I think even Chantelle was surprised.

"Lets fuck the little cunt," he muttered - obviously extolling his own script-writing talents. It had the right effect though, her vulnerable situation was custom made for some serious raping. Letting go of her breasts momentarily, he dropped to his knees and taking hold of her panties, ripped them off her. Chantelle struggled quite realistically, as Brad withdrew his erection and commenced fucking her where she stood, literally forcing her to part her legs for him. The girl appeared to be gasping for reaL

Not wanting to be left-out here and having obviously always harbored a desire to rape a girl (like most men) I just seized a hold of her thin top and not with any pre-programmed intent, I simply ripped the material downwards. As the top came apart, her bra was exposed and being a front-loader was the easiest thing to unclasp, freeing up her breasts and now very erect nipples to everyone's gaze. Fondling her was one of the more pleasant things I have done in this life and I can only imagine how her brother must have felt restraining her, while I sucked her as hard as I knew now, and Brad took her somewhat indelicately. To say he came big-time would be an understatement.

Before she had time to regroup emotionally, and with cum running down her thighs now, Brad took over Wayne's role as 'enforcer' and holding her arms behind her once more, said "Fuck her Noel." Seemed like a good idea to me and hell, it was my second time fucking a girl standing-up for the day. I could really get to like the sensation! As I penetrated her she let out a series of "ohhs," which I took to mean I was doing something right. God-damn that was one murderously hot and wet little pussy. It wasn't hurting my performance either having Wayne latching on to his sister's nipples suckling her strongly. Chantelle herself was either in Heaven or Hell - I suspect a little of both. Her curvy little hips provided a most useful handgrip as my seminal contribution shot deep within her. Fully transported herself, she was crying out "fuck me" at five second intervals as I did just that. She came pretty much as I did.

Wayne had other plans. Fetching the power-cord, he tied her hands tight behind her and literally pushed her on the floor, legs agape, breasts and nipples free as a bird. The full helpless captive! I have a suspicion he likes it rough. Chantelle was still breathing heavily as he splayed her legs wide on her back and really started giving it to her. Brad knelt over the girl and began kissing her like it was an enjoyable past-time he'd just stumbled across. He also took the opportunity - her being tied up and all - to grope her for all he was worth. I figured I'd sit this one out. I didn't have long to wait, as I imagine that watching his sister getting raped twice already had kinda gotten Wayne primed as it were. He emptied one goodly amount of sticky stuff into her as he let fly with a series of unintelligible sounds....all of them indicating his extreme pleasure.

Right then a whole lot of noise was clearly audible from the next room, specifically along the adjoining wall. If I didn't know better I would say one or both girls were being fucked up against the walls - and hard. Brad looked at me and winked. "I think your two are really having fun in there Noel," he said. Well hell, so were we come to think of it!

Down to the third act now and Chantelle was looking a tad ragged around the edges but God, she had such sexy-looking edges!

"Only ten left," announced Wayne, shoving his sister rather unceremoniously on to the bed and untying her. "Let's strip her." I wasn't going to say no to that. Removing a twenty-seven year old girl's clothes really isn't much different from an eighteen-year old's.

I had a sudden urge to kiss Chantelle and even as Brad pulled her skirt off and Wayne removed her bra and ripped top, leaving her completely nude, I pulled her across my torso lengthways, her legs straddling my hips. Having a girls wet and recently-worked pussy rubbing hard up against your underpants does tend to fire up the imagination, if not the testosterone and thus it was I found myself extricating my re-awakened member and sliding it up somewhat indelicately into her hotspot. Between kisses, which I have to say were themselves worth the price of the ticket alone, she was making some really cute little-girlish noises as I surprised even myself with the sudden depth and rapidity of penetration. Wayne knelt right beside me watching his sister's progress and attending to his own tactile needs. It was I have to say, a substantial ventricular shock to see her suddenly break-off mid-kiss, take his erection in her right hand and then close her lips around the head sucking him like a pro. Wayne gasped but the look on his face said it all.

So hot was Chantelle with one cock up inside her and another in her mouth she had reckoned without Brad's party piece. Positioning himself behind her bottom - the one he had been exploring and kissing intermittently, he began now to quite obviously work his finger into her rear tract. There would have been no shortage of lubrication either. I felt her stiffen as he obviously got to first base with other than his finger. I saw Wayne glance up at Brad and his expression was not one of restraint - he wanted his little sister fucked in the ass. Now, let me say at this juncture, tunnelling a girl up her rear passage does nothing for me personally.....there's just too many other fun things to do without resorting to the grotty. Nevertheless watching it being done to a girl, most especially when you are fucking her yourself, is damnably hot! I can't even state with any honesty it wouldn't get me off watching it done to Kylie or Jenna....always assuming and only assuming that they wanted it of course.

Chantelle groaned as Brad progressed, sucking her brother even harder. She even shook her pretty head a few times, but she took it and in no time he was well inside her. I know because with such a thin membrane separating the two channels, one man can feel the other's progress with ease. Once we were able to synchronise penetration, Chantelle was taken to the heights. As the four of us writhed and performed like the lust-driven mortals we were, just for a few moments there was no control - simply a female being primitively fucked by three Cro-Magnons. We all came...whether together or not I'm not sure. The bell downstairs sounded as we lay there spent, sweating and befuddled from our sexual excesses.

Chantelle God bless her, looked if anything - sexier dressed than naked. Her skirt creased half to death, flecks of cum around her mouth still and the front of her top ripped almost to her waist, her bra and cleavage rather well highlighted. Not even bothering to put her shoes back on she looked for all the world like a girl that had just been fucked stupid for three hours in a jungle somewhere. Definitely not one of Rudyard Kipling's!

Decent ourselves, we exited the small bedroom to join the other survivors in the hallway. I was rather keen you will understand, to see how my two were holding up.

And that my friends is just about the condition they were in - needing to be held up! Although they smiled cheekily at me, I could see both had experienced half an hour's debilitating sexual trauma. Jenna was clutching her pussy through her short skirt, barely able to walk. Kylie was totalled. The top of her dress ripped much like Chantelle's, her right bra strap either torn or missing, fingermarks were evident all across the top of her cleavage...clearly visible now. She was instinctively cupping her breasts gingerly as she walked, evidence indeed of the fact they had seen quantitative action. Obviously with no time to have showers, both had cum on their clothes, their legs and in their hair. I couldn't begin to imagine what quantities they were carrying around inside their panties. How I wanted to add to it though!

Little Caitlin was also showing signs of her many resources being fully utilised - and then some. She was walking as unsteadily as my two. I saw Wayne cast a few anxious glances her way. I think they would have had a lot to talk about later!

Once downstairs, I shepherded Kylie and Jenna over to the nearest couch. They sat down with quite some seeming difficulty.

"Are you really OK girls?" I asked, holding both their hands.

"We're fine dad," said Jenna bravely, "George looked after us....really!" As she wriggled slightly to get more comfortable, she unintentionally parted her legs a few degrees. My heart skipped at least two beats!

"Er, Jenna....where are your panties sweetheart?"

She blushed... "Oh....they kinda got torn dad...sorry. Warwick said he'd buy me some more."

"Oh, I'm sure he did Jenna," I growled, "Sure he'd like to put them back on you too?" I was reminded of how I'd ripped Chantelle's top. I was hardly the one to be casting the first stone I realised. I told her to just sit there and keep her legs together before anyone got any ideas.

"Anyway," I turned to Kylie, "How come you're both so sore? Did they do it that much to you?"

"They spanked us dad," she said half defiantly.

"Spanked you?" I repeated, "You mean like really spanked you?"

"I mean like they put us over their knees, pulled our panties down and really spanked us hard - not just our bottoms either! George made them stop."

"Yeah, after his hands were sore," I was thinking to myself. The image of the two of them across the men's knees, having their hot and naked little asses paddled, plus whatever else, and goddamn, that was just too hot to think about - was doing things to me I didn't need at that second.

"They made us kneel on the floor too, kissing each other while they took turns spanking us." she added matter-of-factly. I felt further stirrings I best not make obvious. God, no wonder their breasts were sore.

"Dare I ask? I continued...almost whispering. "Did they do anything else while you were in that position?"

"Yes dad," she said, totally rubbing it in. "They fucked us both..if that's what you want to know?" Jenna shot her a hot glance.

Thinking to end this line of questioning, I changed the subject. "Yeah well what happened up there is your own business kids - just so long as you're OK." I paused. "Looks to me though that you've had your fun, I don't really think you need too much more of this."

"You mean these parties dad?" said Jenna, almost panicking I thought.

"Well maybe them too," I answered, "But I meant these closed-off sessions. You're really way too young for this sort of thing. I know its sexy and exciting for you, but it's not worth you getting wrecked-over is it?"

"Really dad, we are OK," Kylie smiled at me, simultaneously taking a hold of her sister's hand. That one action never fails to get me up and running. It is just so hot. I wanted to take them home then and there - back to my room and slip into bed with them, one either side. Not to fuck, just to love. Mind you, that would doubtless change!

Right now though I figured, they needed a tube or two of that cream more than anything else.

I left them slumped on the lounge. They sure as hell weren't going anywhere and were in no condition to be doing anything either, whatever was on offer. I went looking for Larissa.

As it happened, she found me first. No sooner had I entered the adjoining rumpus room when I heard my favorite sexy little voice, "Oh, you're back!" Larissa was standing chatting with a few other girls. She came over and took my arm.

"Well, you look pleased with yourself," she teased, "I take it you had a good time then?"

I tried to look nonchalant. 'Yeah, well you know sweetie, it was OK."

"Just OK?" she looked up at me with that innocent little expression.

"Was she hot??"

"Not as hot as you Larissa, not by a country mile," I replied, eyeing her square-on, "I was thinking of you the whole time I was up there."

She pulled me to her and whispered in my ear. "The whole time you were fucking her???"

I leant over and gave her bottom a quick smack. "You shouldn't use words like that missy...might get you into all sorts of trouble." She giggled like Jenna. I took her into the kitchen then and picked us a couple of soft-drinks. We sat down at one end of the work bench, away from the main throng of guests.

Sipping her Coke, she asked me, "How did Jenna and Kylie manage? Have you spoken to them since?"

Holding her hand, semi-distracted momentarily by her absolute poise and girlish beauty I didn't answer immediately. I was completely in love with her and knew without saying anything, that this fact was even now, being conveyed to her.

"Jenna??? Oh yeah, they both went through quite a learning-curve I'd say. Kylie looks wrecked. I have a sneaking suspicion they were asked to be major-league naughty!" Once again I found myself with impromptu visions of both girls having their knickers pulled down roughly and being spanked hard by all four men.

"Larissa," I said, needing to change the subject. "I really need to talk to you." She raised her beautiful eyes to mine and held my hand with both of hers.

I told her everything. What she meant to me, how much in love with her I was. How much I wanted to be with her and my recognition of all the reasons why the relationship could hardly face a smooth uphill run. I saw tears come to her eyes as she listened and this didn't really help my cause. I held her to me when I'd finished, not sure whether I'd said too much......or not enough!

She kissed me and told me she loved me just as much and that pretty much all the things I'd mentioned, she had thought about already. Curiously George had already asked her how she felt about me, perceiving obviously what my feelings for his daughter were. We didn't actually solve anything immediately by the conversation except that now I knew her feelings and that I wasn't living in a dreamworld of hope and unrealistic expectation. Time would sequentially address the other problems. Right then all I wanted besides her, was a spare double bed!

Just then Wayne wandered in with Caitlin.

"Oh, there you are Noel," he said, excusing himself for having interrupted my Queen-size fantasy.

"Just wanted to ask if your two girls are OK? I saw them in the other room looking pretty quiet there."

"Sure Wayne," I said, "They're alright...maybe a little sore!" Caitlin giggled. I turned to her. "And what about you sweetie? You look pretty recovered."

"I'm fine she said," and God, didn't she so look it?

"Listen," he said looking around a tad surreptitiously, "Could I have just a few words with you - in private?"

"Of course," I replied, wondering what the hell this was about. Larissa, ever the aware one, seized Caitlin's hand saying, "We got heaps of girl stuff to catch up on anyway, come and find me when you're free." With that she dragged the younger girl off to join some friends across the room.

Wayne sat down.

"Hope you don't take this wrongly but Jerry and I have been talking and..." he paused, sounding distinctly uncomfortable, "It kinda involves you...well and your two girls."

"I'm all ears Wayne," I said.

"Well quite obviously everyone here likes what's going on," I was prompted to say 'Duh!!!" but restrained myself.

"Thing is, I don't know about you, but Jerry and I would kinda like to scale things down a bit - you know, have a bit more of an intimate little gathering with just a few of us and the girls wouldn't have so much on their plate." He seemed to be awaiting some comment from me, but getting none, continued.

"What I'm trying to say is, Caitlin told me pretty much everything they did to her and I'm just not sure I'm comfortable with it anymore. I know your two girls had some major league treatment - Jerry even admitted as much. Even with Warwick and George there, I hear it was getting out of hand a little. I suppose they told you?"

"Yeah Wayne," I replied, "Didn't get the full report....don't think I want it to be honest! but from what I heard it was getting there. Besides, it was obvious when they came out they'd been pretty "busy" let's say! So what exactly are you suggesting here?"

"Well, we haven't really gone into any great detail," he muttered, "Just thinking maybe, me and Caitlin, Jerry and Michelle and you and your two girls could get together for a bit of fun one evening. Jerry has a younger brother would come if we asked him - just to kinda balance up the numbers. He's a bit of a geek, but the girls like him and he's not what you'd call rough."

"I dunno Wayne," I told him, "I've even been thinking of giving the whole thing a big miss actually. It's been heaps of fun admittedly but Kyles and Jenna are just getting a bit too free with it. Hell it's not even safe at home any more!" That cracked Wayne up.

"Know what you mean there, Caitlin is soo damn hot for it when she gets home from school some afternoons...I'm having to tell her I've got a headache sometimes." I grinned.

"Well maybe we could just try a night together and see how it works out hey?"

"Let me think about it Wayne," I replied, "I'll say one thing though, it sounds a step in the right direction." I promised to call him mid-week with my answer and with that, he shook hands and left. I figured I'd go back to my own two burn-outs.

"And in no condition to be doing anything" was the phrase I used I believe! The couch I'd left them on was empty!

"God damn!" I thought to myself striding through to the adjoining room. For a girl with seriously sore body-parts, Jenna was looking to be hospitalised. The focal point of a foursome in the far corner, they had her seated on one of the new dad's laps, where she was letting him kiss her with what appeared to be a concerted effort to deep-throat her with his tongue. Already pretty low cut anyway, her dress had been tugged down at the top, the straps loose now near her elbows and her breasts three-quarters exposed both sides. The man kissing her had his hands encircling her, right up under her tits, supporting them. Warwick was kneeling beside them, sucking her left nipple like a starving baby while with his other hand, he had a firm grip on her thigh, holding it outwards. Her dress pushed up pretty much to her waist exposed everything below. That included Brad Archer, who kneeling the other side had his hands in her panties, really enjoying the sensation, while he sucked her right nipple.

Jenna was so hot she was wriggling and trying to get more of the guy's tongue in her mouth. The harder Brad rubbed her, the more physical Jenna's reactions were becoming....and so damn hot did it look, all I could do was stand there and watch.

"Fuck her wet little cunt Warwick," Brad muttered between sucks. He needed no further encouragement and manoeuvering himself between her amply spread legs, moved in. Brad, pulled her knickers aside for him and for the first time I could see momentarily just how red she was down there. Thinking she would resist and tell them "No," I could not believe my eyes when Jenna suddenly took hold of his cock and guided it into herself, thrusting up with her hips as she did so. Expended as I was myself, that just re-lit the fuse.

I don't think I have ever seen a girl fucked so hard or one that wanted it so much. They couldn't do enough to her. She just lay there wriggling as they took every pleasure with her you could think to list. For my part, I could do no more than wank myself stupid watching the carnality unfold. Warwick, not surprisingly built up to his orgasm in just a few thrusts - about the same time that it took me. Past worrying about dry-cleaning, I simply had to move in and shoot it in her general direction. Thus while Warwick was filling her pussy, I re-decorated the front of her dress. Some splattered on to her breasts even as I reeled in one of the biggest cums I've ever managed. Just as well I did because it returned me at least to some degree of normal thinking. This had to stop.

Even as Brad shuffled across to replace Warwick, I took hold of her hand and said "C'mon Jenna, enough's enough!" Opening her eyes wide, she seemed to be in two minds, making no attempt to either close-up her legs or tug her bra up. I did both for her.

"C'mon sweetheart," I cajoled "This isn't up for discussion any more, let's find Kylie and go home. You have had more than enough."

So saying I tugged her to her feet. I really wasn't popular with the three of them. She was still half-out to it and lurching rather than walking. Holding her hand once more up against her dress, directly over her pussy, she must have been feeling the heat there.....drastically!

En-route to the rumpus room I came across Larissa, still chatting animatedly with Caitlin. She glanced at Jenna and said, "Gosh, what's she been up to?"

"Don't ask," I replied. "Just got to get them home and rested Larissa. Be OK if I call you tonight? Really sorry I have to go now but...you can see why!" She nodded and leant across and kissed me. Even got one from Caitlin - and was that yummy? God, this is becoming a nightmarish contemplation with all these wonderfully sexy and compliant little girls.

Kylie's situation was less fraught with the potential for excessive sexual abuse, but probably only because I found her when I did.

Kitchens I always thought were for cooking in. The man who had Kylie - another of the new fathers, Malcolm, so I discovered - obviously had other ideas. He had decided to prop my daughter up on the cook-top, right alongside some cupboards, where he had managed to spread her legs wide and was kissing her, much to her obvious delight, right on the front of her panties. Kylie had her head back, her eyes closed and was clearly holding the guy's head hard against her. As he kissed her, he was roughly fondling both breasts and having himself one hell of a good time.

Just as he was beginning to slip his hand inside her knickers where I imagine it was virtually "high tide," the two of us interrupted his evidently constructive forward planning.

"Sorry Malcolm," I announced, "Session's over." I extended a hand to Kylie. "C'mon kiddo, let's go." She was more than a little flushed.

I figured she'd at least offer some verbal resistance, but she looked kinda relieved to me and just eased herself off the edge of the cook top. You have no idea just how sexy she looked at that moment. Knickers half exposed and her breasts totally visible down the top of her dress, ripped as it was still. Neither uttered but barely a word as we made our goodbyes and walked out to the car. Once in the back seat together, they just hugged each other the whole way home. There never were two more beautiful girls.

Following consecutive long and majorly hot showers, I had them change into their nightdresses ahead of a well-deserved early night. Retrieving the antiseptic cream, I made them both lay side by side and with their knickers off, rubbed the cool ointment into both their very red and slightly swollen labia. Jenna especially was rather puffy in that general location. Curiously this was effected with no sexual arousement at all. I think it must have felt just so soothing and relaxing for them. It reminded me so much of when they were little - around seven and eight, when I had often to tend various rashes that all three of them developed. As I applied one last layer however, smoothing it well inside their moist lips, I failed to hear the bedroom door open.

"Oh my GOD, what's going on here?"

Natalie had come home early!

[bullitt]

what happened? we're all ready for more...........please !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[woolf]

waiting for more

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sorry for the delay, here are the follow-ups.

11. The Downsizing of Harper Valley

Jerry did in fact call me the Monday evening following
Warwick's party. I rather think both girls had made a
big impression. To cut to the chase though, he asked me
directly, if I thought they might be at all interested
in a "private gathering" just at his place with a
couple of young boys that he knew.

"How young Jer," I then asked him, surprising myself at
the speed with which I answered. Images best not
described, were forming already!

His answer of 'fifteen' and 'fourteen' blew my thought
processes momentarily. I could see the headlines now:
"Under-age girls charged with under-age rape." Now,
that's the way to sell newspapers!

"Jesus Jerry," I replied, "Are you serious?"

"Sure," he answered. "They're my nephews as a matter of
fact - good kids. Just so happens they're kinda
'interested' in girls. Hey, you know what it's like...
whatever you can get huh?" He cracked up at his end.

"Are you talking just a feel-up here Jer... or the
whole enchilada? Not that a fourteen year old is exactly
'going too many places' I imagined."

"Well I guess it's a case of 'see what happens'
really," he muttered. "Can't script a thing like this
can you? Incidentally, they'll be over my house
Wednesday night. Michelle is staying out at a sleepover
with girlfriends so we'd have the place to ourselves."

God-damn I was just imagining what could happen!

"Tell you what Jer," I said, "Let me think about it...
maybe ask the girls if they're interested, OK?"

We left it at that.

As it happened, Kylie happened to stroll in half an
hour later while I was watching TV. Jenna was still
upstairs finishing off an Ancient History assessment -
one of the few I wasn't landed with at the last second.
I figured I would sound her out on the idea.

After I had laid it on the table for her as it were,
she kinda sat there dumbfounded.

"Gosh dad, are you serious? fourteen and fifteen?" There
was I detected the slightest of glints in her eye
though.

"Well I can only go on what Jerry told me," I replied,
"They're his own nephews, so I guess he'd know their
ages."

Even talking to her about it, I was beginning to get a
tad warm under the collar. The thought of them both
being touched-up by young boys that age wasn't exactly
unpleasant. I have a sneaking suspicion the concept was
something less than repulsive to her also. Talk about
exposing your daughter to moral danger... 'what better
way to do it is there?' I was thinking.

Then Kylie really made it interesting.

"Have you forgotten dad?" she said, "Jenna won't be
here Wednesday night. She has that Hockey Final on the
south coast...she won't be back 'till Friday morning."

I had forgotten. Far from putting paid to the issue
however, it seemed to me perhaps fortuitous. "Would you
be interested in going on your own then sweetheart?" I
asked cautiously. "Jenna need never know!" Damn, I was
digging a deeper pit to hell for myself with every
sentence.

"You'd be there wouldn't you dad?" she asked. Like I
was going to miss it!

"Of course Kyles... hardly leave you alone in that
situation would I?" I told her.

I rang Jerry back and told him the outcome. I don't
think he could believe his luck.

"Hell Noel," he replied, "Does she know she'll be there
with the two boys all on her own?"

"Well obviously Jer," I answered, "I figure if she can
handle three men in one shower, two boys will be no
problem. By the way, that is just the two boys Jer...
no freebies for their Uncle you understand?" Sounded
like he was laughing though I guessed he was scowling
off-camera.

"Wasn't even thinking along those lines," he finally
replied. Like Hell he wasn't!

I have to say that the intervening thirty-six odd hours
passed remarkably slowly. Picking Kylie up from school
(Jenna had already left town with the rest of the team
on the school coach) at 3.08 pm I brought her home and
she zipped up to her room to get her homework finished
in record time. I prepared just a light tea as I had no
idea when we might get home.

As teenage girls do, she took an age in the bathroom...
but what walked out was assuredly worth the time
invested. Fuck Jerry's nephews, it was all I could do
not to lead her straight into my bedroom. Just as well
my son and other daughter Natalie were home early that
Wednesday. So far as they were concerned incidentally
we had just concocted the tale that I was going to see
a business friend locally, and that since his daughter
was a school friend of Kylie's, she was tagging along
with me.

But back to Kylie. Hottest of little short skirts hid
God-knows what beneath... well, in terms of panties I
mean! Everything else was most familiar to me, be
assured! Hair all moussed-up, touch of lip-gloss and a
rather nice, yet conservative little jumper, beneath
which her lovely breasts were but mere curvy hints.
Whatever perfume that was, I could have drunk it!

"I'm really nervous dad," she whispered as she got in
the front seat. I leaned across and kissed her. How
much did I want to slip my hand up under that skirt
right at that moment. How much did she want me to I
wonder?

"That figures," I replied. "Kinda apprehensive myself
sweetheart."

Jerry's place would take barely any time on a skate-
board, let alone in a car. We were pulling into his
driveway inside five minutes.

Well I tell you, if Kylie was nervous, Jerry's two
nephews were close to catatonic. Bryce, the younger boy
- he actually looked more like ten, studiously avoided
all eye-contact with Kylie, even when he shook her
hand. Gerard, the fourteen year old was a little more
forward in as much as he actually smiled at her and
muttered "Pleased to meet you Kylie." What one wonders,
was going through his mind at that moment!

Jerry had, so he told me later, merely told them that
Kylie was a real little hottie and that she might let
them kiss and cuddle her at some stage. God-damn, if
someone had told me that at fourteen years old - I
would have read somewhat more into it... like "kiss her
where exactly?"

I saw Jerry's expression when he first saw her - five
will get you ten he wasn't thinking about world current
affairs. The first few minutes were a bit awkward.
Jerry asked everyone what they'd like to drink and I'll
swear I saw his eyes drop to her breasts. I was
thinking much the same thing. Having got Kylie and the
boys some soft drink each, he fetched me my standard JD
and ice while he loaded up a scotch for himself.

I asked the boys what school they were at, what
subjects they were studying, etc while Jerry was
engaging Kylie in flirty conversation and she was
responding precisely as I would expect. Girlish laughs,
wriggles in the seat, frequent tugs at the hem of her
skirt which achieved no more than drawing attention to
how short it was, seated as she was like that. I
noticed the boys glancing at her knees once or twice
then looking away embarrassed.

"Hey Gerard," Jerry called out, "Why don't you and
Bryce take Kylie upstairs and show her some of the new
games we have on Michelle's computer?" What he was
meaning of course is "Why don't you take Kylie upstairs
and show her some new games on Michelle's bed." As they
trouped up the stairs, Jerry whispered to me, "God she
looks hot today!"

"Don't I know it Jer?" I replied. "Just don't get any
ideas my man!" He looked crushed.

We let them have twenty minutes or so before we
followed them up to see what was happening.

The three of them were clustered around the small
computer desk, Kylie in the chair, Bryce on her left
and Gerard behind her looking on. Walking over to the
group I could see why Gerard was loathe to move...
having an excellent view down Kylie's top especially
when she leant forward a little. They were taking turns
playing the computer at draughts. With the central
heating turned up it was pretty warm in there. I
thought I might make it just a tad warmer.

"Hey Kyles, aren't you hot in all that wool sweetie?" I
said in feigned innocence.

She turned around, "Oh Hi dad, yeah it is a bit
warm..." So saying she pulled the jumper off over her
head. Now this was more like it. Hot little short-
sleeved low-cut top that really showed off to advantage
her breasts. Pretty thin too, you could see her light
blue bra clearly... and Gerard was definitely looking
in that general direction.

"Either of you two got any girlfriends at school?" I
asked casually. Bryce just shook his head while Gerard
took his time to answer. "I'm a bit shy with girls," he
finally said. "Most of them in my grade like older guys
anyway." Damn, I reminded myself I had to get the
address of that school.

Just as Kylie finished her game, beating the computer
all to hell, Bryce asked if he could check his email,
Kylie got up to let him sit down. How wickedly sexy she
looked in that skirt, I knew every little thing that
Jerry would be thinking. All of them illegal.

As Bryce fiddled with some web-sites, a hot porn pop-up
filled the screen. "Ohhhh oh, sorry," he mumbled,
blushing hard I imagine. "I didn't do that!" he added.
In his haste to eradicate the site, he maximised the
picture - one rather cute little redhead topless and a
couple of other slim blonde little things cavorting in
ways their daddies may not have totally approved of. It
was a spanking site of some sort, as all of them were
rubbing their bottoms by the look of it. Lower in the
teaser, another young girl was being held across
another woman's knee. I was instantly reminded of Susie
and Tanya.

"Bryce!!" said Gerard, "You're embarrassing Kylie."

"Oh, I don't know," I interjected, exploiting the
situation for all it was worth, "Kylie doesn't really
mind being spanked at all."

"Dad!!!" she glowered at me.

"Well you don't sweetie, c'mon admit it!" I was teasing
her unmercifully. "Last time I caught you over Jerry's
knee you weren't complaining too much... nor was he as
I remember," I turned to him, "eh Jer?' Jerry was
looking for somewhere to hide.

The two boys didn't know where to look, and you can't
blame them.

"Bet she'd even let you two do it to her," I said
looking straight at Gerard. "You'd like that, huh
kids?" Gerard looked at Bryce for a second, "I guess,
but I don't think you'd like it if we spanked your
daughter."

"Wouldn't bother me none," I said. "She's cheeky enough
at the best of times. You want to paddle her?" Gerard
was looking distinctly interested. Kylie was glaring at
me... "You wouldn't dare dad!"

"I seem to remember you using those very same words
almost two years ago Kyles," I said, "Remember that
night?" Now she blushed! I moved over to her.

"Noooooooo," she cried out as I dragged her over my
knee in the nearby easy chair. God she looked hot. I
could see out of the corner of my eye Jerry coming to
life in no uncertain way.

"OK boys," I said. "Who wants to go first? C'mon, don't
be shy." Bryce stood his ground, but Gerard moved over
if not somewhat cautiously. He stood now just a couple
of feet from her prominently displayed mega hot bottom,
that little skirt clinging tightly to every curve she
possessed.

"No dad," she was squealing, but really making little
effort to get off me.

"Here," I said, "Let me show you how to do it," and
gave her a smack of medium intensity right across that
shapely little ass. She gave a shocked yelp and
wriggled delightfully.

"C'mon Gerard," I coaxed, "Give her a couple."

The lad moved up beside her and gave her an exploratory
spank that would barely have disturbed the average
family cat from washing itself. Judging by his
expression though, the contact with her rear end was
far from an unpleasant experience. His eyes lit up.

"That all you got?" I kidded him. "Look here Gerard,
this is one naughty little girl, put some heart into
it." His second attempt was way more impressive -
actually got an "ouch" out of her. Bryce by now was at
least showing some interest in proceedings and had
sidled up to his brother.

"This is embarrassing me dad," Kylie cried out, her
face somewhere near the carpet. I gave her a couple
more myself to be going on with. Her breasts were now
plainly able to be felt against my upper thigh.

"I think you've faced worse than this sweetheart," I
told her, as she wriggled sexily. The sight wasn't lost
on Gerard I noticed who's eyes had pretty much been
glued to her quivering little bottom since first I made
contact with it.

"Go on Bryce, spank her," urged his brother. The
younger boy hesitated but the sight before him quite
obviously over-ruled his reluctance and he gave her one
pretty good smack given that his hands were not that
big.

From there on, they took turns and by the time they'd
given her at least six or seven each, the party was
jumping.

"Stop them dad," she pleaded, "That's enough - It's
making my bottom sore."

"Really?" I said, "Let's have a look." Before she could
resist, I had her skirt up and her panties half-way
down her backside...hot little red ones.

She was right, it was beginning to glow fractionally.
At that moment, both boys blushed an equally bright red
and Kylie, trying to cover her bottom with her hands,
cried out "Nooooo dad, pull them up pleeaaase."

"Here Gerard," I said getting to my feet and holding
Kylie firmly around the waist, her knickers gathered
slightly below her bottom, "Sit in this chair and put
her over your knee."

The lad lost no time in complying and as Kylie
struggled vainly, I forced her back over the boy's
knee. "C'mon Jer," I called to him, "Hold her arms for
me." A few seconds later, we had things really under
control. Kylie stretched across Gerard's knee, Jerry
holding her hands down near the floor (with I imagine,
a hands-on view of her jiggling breasts) l knelt down
behind her gripping her legs, slightly splayed now,
leaving Bryce and Gerard with their hands free to
continue the punishment.

It was with little difficulty we had them push her
skirt up and tug her panties right down. Bryce baulked
at the actual 'tugging' - Gerard seemed to find it
quite therapeutic. Judging by both boy's expressions
when they were confronted by a sixteen year-old girl's
flawlessly naked ass, I'd say it represented a definite
learning-curve in their young male lives.

Kylie was then subjected to a really hard spanking
session, with both boys taking turns. I figure it would
have hurt a bit. But there again, I know her and just
how hot their descending palms would have been making
her. Whether Jerry took advantage of his position and
proximity to her various body parts, I couldn't see. I
can't imagine he would have passed-up such a hot
opportunity.

Calling a halt to proceedings a short time later,
especially as the boys were really getting in to it, we
let her get up, where she hastily pulled her knickers
back up and began walking around half sobbing and
rubbing her bottom. I could see the beginnings of a
bulge in Gerard's pants. Of course it didn't
approximate that which Jerry and I already had.

"You said we might be able to kiss her Uncle Jerry,"
Gerard asked somewhat matter-of-factly, then looking at
me.

"I don't mind son," I said, "Why not ask her?"

Still rubbing her bottom ruefully, Kylie surprisingly
blushed slightly when the elder boy posed the question.
"Why do you want to kiss me?" she asked, rather naively
I thought.

"We've never kissed any girl," Gerard mumbled. "Just
want to see what it's like!"

Still sniffling from her undeniably harsh but fun
treatment, Kylie stood up, smoothed herself down and
approached Gerard.

"Ok, just one little kiss then," she crouched down
level with his face and leaning forwards kissed the boy
on the lips.

Poor Gerard - I think he lost the power of speech. Eyes
as big as small dinner plates, he sat their motionless
after she withdrew from his lips.

She turned to Bryce standing close by.

"Would you like to kiss me too?" The boy shuffled about
awkwardly, not seemingly able to either make up his
mind or whether to perform in public.

"Well lookee here," said Jerry from across the room,
"You want that your Uncle show you how to do it?" he
glanced across at me hopefully.

I nodded, I knew Kylie wouldn't mind.

Jerry walked up to her, put one arm around her waist
and just kissed her as hard as he knew how. Kylie
responded with undeniable passion. As Jerry's hand slid
towards her lower back, eventually cupping her bottom,
she seemed to melt against him, her arms tightening
around his neck and quite obviously her breasts pressed
up encouragingly hard against his shirt. In other
circumstances, I think Jerry would have taken her
there, right on the floor.

So heated was the exchange, as they broke off Jerry
just looked at her, obviously entranced beyond measure.
"Wow Kylie," he muttered, "You sure know how to kiss,
Yessiree!" Vestiges of her lip-gloss remained on his
own lips - how hot would that have tasted, I wondered?

Kylie was breathing hard - I knew that look, "Where's
the nearest bed?"

"Kiss me now please," Bryce asked her. I think Kylie
had forgotten he was there.

She smiled and bending down, let the younger boy kiss
her. I saw him tremble and in that one second, grow
decades into manhood. Such was the effect on the lad,
he put his arms around her neck and took up the option
of dessert, with a second serving.

"Wow, you're going to be a great little kisser," Kylie
said to him, straightening up. The boy looked chuffed
and took a hold of her hand instinctively.

Gerard, who I would imagine was at the mercy of a
rampant hormone attack right that second, seized the
initiative. He patted his knee. "Would you maybe come
and sit on my lap Kylie?" he asked tentatively.

God, it had taken him long enough.

Jerry had seated himself on the edge of Michelle's bed,
vitally interested in developments... much like myself
I hasten to add.

Flirting with the boy, Kylie flicked her hair back and
walking over, positioned herself squarely on Gerard's
knee, giving him an eyeful of her hot little bottom as
she sat down deliberately slowly. I so knew what that
felt like!

Not sure quite what to do for a moment, he held her to
him as she laid her head back on his shoulder, her face
up close to his.

"Well?" she said, "I thought you wanted to kiss me?"

Tentatively he turned his head and kissed her.
Obviously the combination of her soft lips, perfume and
pert little breasts just inches from him, did the
trick. He went back for seconds.

Bryce sidled over to watch his brother's progress.
Whether an instinctive reaction, biological curiosity
or just feeling acutely brave, as Jerry and I watched
he extended a hand up beneath Kylie's breasts and
appeared to be experimentally feeling her there. Kylie
jumped a bit, wriggled on Gerard's lap and disengaged
her lips.

"Hey... .that's naughty," she yelped. Pushing his hand
away. Bryce looked a little chastened.

"C'mon, you love it," teased Gerard, having a quick
feel himself. She blushed and pushing his hand away
too, said, "I do not... I'm not like that!"

That did it. Jerry just cracked up on the bed.

"I'll say you're not Kylie!" he mumbled. I was smiling
to myself. She blushed more.

"Dad," she said, turning to me, "Aren't you going to
stand up for me?"

"Sweetheart," I replied, "They're only ribbing you.
Just enjoy yourself honey!"

Gerard shot me a glance and most likely thinking what I
was expecting him to be thinking, leaned across and
began kissing her again. Definitely no resistance this
time.

Within a minute Gerard's hand had moved up once more to
her right breast and he began rubbing her softly. Jerry
and I both were feeling the effects of the unravelling
scenes before us and were partially unravelling
ourselves.

"Have a feel Bryce," invited Gerard and the younger boy
responded by once again beginning to lightly fondle her
other breast. Kylie was wriggling about now with what I
imagine was a growing pleasure. I would guarantee her
panties were far from dry in strategic spots.

Gerard invited his younger brother to kiss her again
and the two of them took turns now, their recent
shyness all but a memory.

"Why don't you three come and sit on the bed here,"
said Jerry, vacating his spot in favor of the computer
chair. They didn't need any further coercion.

They sat Kylie on the edge of the bed with the two boys
either side. Bryce, obviously keen for a little action,
pulled her face towards him and began kissing her with
all the amateurish haste of a young boy his age. Kylie
seemed not to mind. What did get a reaction out of her
was Gerard leaning across and experimentally laying his
hand on her thigh, very slightly pushing the hem of her
skirt up. She put his hand on top of his, but pointedly
did not seek to push it away.

Bryce meanwhile had his left hand flush on her breasts
and was rubbing her - having the feel of his short
life. Kylie was no longer resisting and if my ears were
not deceiving me, she was beginning to utter a few hot
little sighs and "ohh's."

"Push her skirt right up son," Jerry suddenly blurted
out, looking across at Gerard's hesitant progress. His
own hand I noticed had dropped to what appeared to be a
painfully swollen area of his lower groin. I was
developing symptoms along a similar line.

Deciding obviously that aggression was the better part
of valor, the lad just thrust his hand up under her
skirt as far as he was able. This achieved three
things. Firstly he found out just how wet a girl's
panties get when they are hot. Then Bryce decided
"what's good enough for my brother is good enough for
me" and slipped his hand up her skirt too. Thirdly,
Jerry extricated his erection and began his own little
path to salvation.

Kylie of course was way past the "objection" stage by
now and was inciting the boys to further indulgence,
partly by spreading her legs - at least as far as that
tight little skirt would allow - and partly by kissing
them both with a ramped-up passion.

Both boys now were rubbing her pussy through her
panties and that let me tell you, was not a sight to
permit one to remain cool, calm and collected... not
that Jerry was any of those.

"Get their cocks out Kylie," he gushed - a raging work
in progress I noted.

I saw it, but I couldn't believe it. They had her
pushed flat on her back now, her bottom right on the
edge of the bed, which freed-up the use of both her
arms. Groping rather than having any visual guide, she
found both their zippers and slipping her hands inside,
managed to free both erections from their underpants.
Both were small. Bryce especially was tiny by adult
comparison and did he blush and whimper as she brought
forth his virginal and still-developing manhood.

Gerard began whispering to Kylie but what exactly was
said, remained inaudible. As she ran her hand up and
down their cocks, although she was really only using a
couple of fingers on Bryce's, the boys began to take
things into their own hands, as it were. Gerard was the
first to slip his hand inside her knickers and her
little sexy yelps confirmed that indeed his fingers had
found some mutually stimulating areas of interest. At
the angle she was lying it was fully obvious he had a
couple of fingers up inside her now. Bryce had slipped
his hand beneath the leg of her knickers and was
exploring the surrounding territory it would seem.

"Strip her," Jerry called out in desperation. It was a
borderline order!

She put up a token struggle as they pulled her up to
the center of the bed and began divesting her of her
top. I liked the "nooooo" especially, even as she
helped them undo a few strategic buttons. Gerard
figured out the need to unzip her skirt first and
within seconds she was lying there in just her bra and
panties, wriggling and covering up.

Between them they got her bra off and for a moment,
both were rendered speechless at the sight of their
first pair of exposed young tits. Kylie even managed a
convincing gasp as Bryce gently pulled her nipples. I
could see how erect they were even at the distance I
was. Jerry was pulling other things and with
considerably more zest. I knew there was no way I was
going to be able to avoid this descending into a full-
on rape session.

Gerard was whispering something to his brother. Next
moment they had her pinioned on her back, her arms
above her head as both boys lowered their heads to her
breasts and began suckling her. I figure if too many
more people keep doing this to them, both Jenna and
Kylie are going to start lactating. S'pose we'll save a
bit on the weekly milk bill.

The last bastion of self-respectability - those tight
little knickers - were the last to go. Having sucked
her until she was moaning, not to mention with both
their hands down inside her panties, both boys took a
hold of the elastic and tugged them down, to her gasps
of "Noooo! Leave my panties on! Pleaassse!"

With her naked now, it began to get interesting.
Gerard's erection was considerable and his needs even
more so it appeared. Obviously without prior experience
in such matters, he was reluctant to take off his
trousers but seeing little other option, shucked them
off and positioned himself between her legs. Holding
his erection more like a slim-line, if not ineffectual
battering ram, than a weapon of mass destruction, he
appeared reluctant to take the next step...always
assuming he even knew what that was. Jerry, ever the
obliging uncle was up and over there.

"What are you waiting for, fuck her boy," he roared,
staring unashamedly at Kylie's very open labia and
attending to his own erectoral needs concurrently.
Bryce's eyes were bulging as he watched his older
brother penetrate Kylie's slit. Wriggling her hips, he
was no more than an inch or two inside when she started
really cranking-up the pleasure soundtrack.

"Fuck" said Gerard uncharacteristically for one so
young, as he watched his own progress... "It feels sooo
hot in her!" Jerry, kneeling on the bed now, had his
pretty-damn-big erection well in range of Kylie's lower
abdomen, watching his nephew's fumbling attempts at
rape. I had of course to join the group on the quilt.
"You think I was going to miss this???"

"Oh Ohhhhhhhh," was all Kylie could contribute to the
conversation, Bryce now fondling both her breasts with
consummate pleasure. Never had I seen her nipples more
erect.

I knew it would be quick. No boy his first time can
prolong the event, having less control than a suicidal
lemming. Gerard jerked like some poor victim on the
'Green Mile' and had to hold on to Kylie's knees, well-
spread though they were, as he fired off the cannonade.
It was way too much for Jerry also, who directed his
hot little stream in a wide-ranging arc between her
neck and upper thigh. I was saving mine!

Gerard slumped backwards, almost unable to believe what
he had just accomplished. Kylie lay there, one hand on
her pussy now, the other across her breasts, not so
much trying to cover them up as simply having a rest.

"Go for it Bryce," called out his brother, then as if
remembering where he was, looked at me half-
apologetically.

"It's OK," I said. "Kyle's call!"

Bryce wasn't listening anyway and had crawled around to
be between her legs. He seemed to be staring at her
pussy, unable to believe he was looking at such a
forbidden sight. Just then a tiny trickle of cum ran
out of her and the boy leaned forward to allow the
whitish fluid to run over his finger. Kylie then
shocked us all. She held her arms out to him and
whispered "Come on, would you like to fuck me now?"

So hot was that, Jerry's erection returned to its
former glory, Gerard gasped, and Bryce was struck dumb.
Talk about stage-fright. Whatever, the younger boy
moved in close and jaw-dropping as it was, Kylie half
sat-up and took taking a hold of his tiny little cock,
even in its erect state that is, guided it into her.

I doubt she could barely feel it - but Bryce obviously
did. Jerking into her with absolutely no control, he
simply pushed in and out, reddening visibly but in the
grip of a feeling that could never again be new for
him. Kylie lay there, arms over her head, her hips
doing more work than his cock.

"Fuck me Bryce," she encouraged him, at the same moment
pulling him to her and kissing him. It was just sexual
overload for the young kid and he spurted whatever it
was he had, hard into her, before pulling out in
embarrassment and hastily zipping himself up. Hotter
than anything I'd seen at any party, I was needing some
serious servicing.

Jerry however was molten. "Let me fuck her Noel...
please?" he begged in an agony of lustful distress. I
couldn't deny him the pleasure and nodded my assent.

Now he did know what he was doing!

Getting her to kneel on the bed, the two boys could but
stare at her hot little bottom, her pussy completely
visible, as their Uncle took her pretty damn hard. To
say he fucked her six ways from Sunday would not be an
exaggeration. She was forced to get down on her elbows
as Jerry's thrusts must have been encroaching upon her
cervix... if not further.

As he came inside her, a minute or two later, I could
see she was completely given over to it and mid-way
through her own climax. Following Jerry's suggestion
that they "play with her tits" both boys were by then
holding and tugging her nipples themselves, one either
side of her.

Jerry collapsed, Kylie clutched at her pussy, goo,
seeping out of her and sprawled sated on her back.

Did I say "sated?" Not two minutes later she looked up
at me all imploring, and whispered. "Come on dad, its
your turn." Technically, she was right!

I think for the other three, this was the highlight of
their afternoon. I kinda enjoyed it too.

So much did I want her by then I absolutely fucked her
silly. On her back, kneeling up and on all fours. She
took it all. When I finally unloaded, she must have had
the fullest pussy in the west.

It behoves me not to detail the rest of the afternoon
and evening. I will just say that Kylie was fucked for
the next hour or so every which way. Jerry was
insatiable and the boys growing confidence saw them
trying most every recognised position with her... and
then some. I wasn't that reluctant a partner myself and
poor old Kylie found herself christening most every
room in the house. Making her get dressed we then took
turns undressing her, either singly or all together,
literally stripping her where she stood, forcing her
then to run around the house naked.

The boys especially seemed to find that a tad arousing.
Eventually we just had to leave and the boys were
accorded one last thrill - having a shower with her.
The hot images of her in there with those two soaping
her up remains one to savor. I think it took us forty
minutes dressing her - so much kept coming off again!

Even as we were saying our goodbyes, Gerard pulled her
down on to his lap again and was in the process of
tugging her panties back down when we just had to call
"time-out." Kylie I know, would have been happy to stay
the night and this my friends is the heart of the
dilemma now. What have I turned her into? What have I
become myself?

[starfight]

12. New Blood

Following consecutive long and majorly hot showers, a
little later that evening, I had noth girls change into
their nightdresses ahead of a well-deserved early
night. Retrieving the antiseptic cream, I made them
both lay side by side and with their knickers off,
rubbed the cool ointment into both their very red and
slightly swollen labia.

Jenna especially was rather puffy in that general
location. Curiously this was effected with no sexual
arousement at all. I think it must have felt just so
soothing and relaxing for them. It reminded me so much
of when they were little – around seven and eight, when
I had often to tend various rashes that all three of
them developed. As I applied one last layer however,
smoothing it well inside their moist lips, I failed to
hear the bedroom door open.

"Oh my God dad, what’s going on here?"

Natalie had come home early!

So... despite my every precaution, disclosure now
seemed inevitable. Not too many times in my life had I
been trapped circumstantially leg-before-wicket (that’s
gonna confuzzle North American non-cricket followers!),
especially in my own home. Hell, this was looming as
the biggest domestic threat since Eve ripped off that
Granny Smith, handed it to Adam and said "Have a bite
hun!" Natalie too – the indisputable queen of deductive
logic!

"It’s not what it seems sweetheart," I said, hastily
replacing the top on the tube of cream.

"Really dad?" she queried. "I walk in and find my two
younger sisters lying on Kylie’s bed with their panties
down, their legs apart and you touching them?"

"That’s not true Natalie," Kylie interjected, "Dad
was..."

"Oh, shut-up Kylie," she cut her sister off. "I can see
what he was doing!"

"Stop it you two," I said. It was time to assert some
authority!

"Now look here Natalie," I continued, "I can see what
it must look like, but I was just rubbing cream on
them. No big deal. I used to do it to you when you were
sore – remember?"

"Yeah, when I was six or seven dad. You don’t do that
to girls when they’re fifteen and sixteen. They do have
their own fingers you know."

Damn, she was good! She wasn’t finished though.

"Why are you both suddenly so sore anyway?" she asked
them. Straight-up curve ball!

Jenna certainly didn’t help anyone’s cause by blushing
and giggling.

"You three must think I’m retarded or something," she
muttered. "You’ve all been acting real suss recently.
You seem to go out together quite a bit now and let’s
face it... those are long ‘shopping trips!’ Don’t want
to embarrass you Jenna but I know you and Kylie have
been... you know... "mucking about" with each other a
bit. You just didn’t know I knew did you? I almost
walked in on you both a couple of times."

"If only," I couldn’t help thinking suddenly. Kylie was
in deep shock. Jenna was deep red.

"And anyway dad," Natalie turned to me – she was so
damned pretty when she was angry. I’m not stupid. I
wondered ages ago if you had ever gone to those
parties. I knew about them when I was in year eleven."

I looked at Kylie and Jenna then back at Natalie. There
was no point denying it. Besides she had too many old-
school contacts. It would have been a cinch for her to
dig up everything, using her detective talents.

"You have all been there haven’t you?" she said, the
realisation hitting home.

"I can’t believe it dad. You let your two teenage
daughters – my sisters, get fucked by other men while
you watched?" She was almost shaking. "And what? you
did it with other girls too?" I wanted a chaplain!

Then as if following up on her own thoughts, "OMG, have
you done it with them too dad?" She began sobbing and
was about to leave.

"Natalie... please, just listen to me a moment. That’s
all I ask."

She glared at me through fresh waves of tears.

"You are right sweetheart, so totally right. I have
betrayed your trust and love I guess – though God help
me, not deliberately. Maybe I am just weaker than you
had supposed. Maybe weaker than I had supposed even!
But let me tell you this, I never encouraged them,
incited them or even suggested they went. It was
curiosity I suppose got them there but I give you my
word, they have never been forced to do anything
against their will, nor have they been hurt in any
way."

"Come off it dad," she raged at me, "That’s a total
cop-out. You’re supposed to look-after your daughters,
not sit there watching while other way-older guys fuck
them. That’s soo gross! Not to mention you with other
young schoolgirls. I thought you were different dad, I
really did!" She wasn’t through yet.

"And you say they’ve never been hurt? What about
emotionally? What happens in a few years when they look
back at this and hate you for what you did." Now that
was heading off into unchartered waters.

"Natalie," I said, "Look at them – really look at them.
Do they strike you as unhappy? introverted? miserable
as all hell? misled even? Have you seen any incidence
of either being in any way unhappy recently?

She thought about that for a moment. "No, I suppose
not. But that doesn’t make what you’re doing right
dad."

"No, it doesn’t Natalie, I agree with that."

Jenna who had been keenly following the entire
exchange, then spoke.

"Look Natalie, even if dad maybe shouldn’t have let us
go... .we badgered him to take us. Not just once...
continuously. You know how Kylie never lets up. Anyway,
what dad said is true. We have never been made to do
anything except have a good time. Believe it or not, we
have met heaps of nice people... girls too. Brianna,
Chantelle (that’s not the 27 year old – see FORGET
HARPER VALLEY PTA) and Louise go as well.

"Brianna?" she gasped, "And her dad?" Jenna nodded.

Natalie was quiet for a bit. The tears, mainly of anger
and extreme disappointment I suspect, had stopped
momentarily.

"Well while we’re at it," she added turning to me,
"Tell me the truth dad, have you been doing it with my
sisters?"

"Yes, I have Natalie," I looked at her squarely "And
rightly or wrongly, never have I loved either of them
more than while we did it."

She just looked at me. "This is because mom walked out
isn’t it?"

"What? You think I just had to have sex with a girl?
any girl? Even my daughters? No Natalie, you’re wrong
there. I did it with them because I wanted to...
because I love them beyond everything and although you
will never understand or believe this – I don’t regret
it."

"Nor do we dad," It was Kylie. She got off the bed came
over and hugged me. Don’t ask me why but I felt like
crying just then. "I’ve loved everything you and I have
done dad, so has Jenna. We both love you heaps." she
glared at Natalie. "If you can’t handle that Nat... too
bad!"

This was the Kylie I knew and loved. Proud, feisty and
fiercely loyal.

Natalie was crushed by her sister’s emotional strength.
It was surging out of her. Even I felt it. I just
hugged her to me. She kissed me on the lips
passionately as Natalie looked on in utter confused
shock. Talk about a Mexican stand-off.

"Y-you’re all basket cases," she flung at us, turning
on her pretty little heels and flouncing out the door –
presumably to her own room.

"Shall I go to her dad?" Kylie offered.

"No sweetie," I replied, "Wouldn’t achieve anything.
She has to think the whole thing through on her own. I
doubt its going to make any difference though – I
figure I have really burnt all my bridges with her –
big time!"

"She still loves you dad," Jenna put in. "I think she’s
just in shock."

Inside, I was worried. Natalie and I had always been so
close. She was me... just a few decades younger! Same
outlook, perceptions, likes, dislikes... movies even! I
was distraught at the likelihood of my having tossed
all that out the window for what now might well have
been a foolish bit of gratuitous pleasure. Had I
possibly wrecked Kylie and Jenna’s lives too. It
weighed heavily on me.

Later that week and in the light of calm and reflective
thought I decided that definitely Kylie and Jenna were
far too happy and well balanced behaviorally to be in
any way adversely affected. Just to be on the safe-side
though, after I brought them home from school the next
day or so, we all behaved ourselves – that wasn’t easy!

Things were developing with Larissa also. She was able
to let me take her to dinner mid-week and that
definitely took my mind off the situation with Natalie.
Didn’t take my mind off sex though and having driven
her home around eleven-ish, George had the extreme
good-taste to whisper to me when we had a moment
together. "Look I’m comfortable with anything you have
planned with Larissa – please use the main bedroom if
you want a bit of privacy."

I could have hugged him. Fact is, with her school
holiday starting a week earlier than my girls’ she
didn’t have to be up early next morning, and thus I
gratefully accepted his offer. I knew Kylie and Jenna
wouldn’t mind.

It was one of her hot little turns. Slipping everything
off bar her knickers, she crept under the covers with
me and started that pleading, wanting thing that always
drives me to distraction. How beautifully soft were her
lovely breasts that night, how sweet-tasting her young
nipples, as she guided them into my mouth. Gently
slipping my hand inside her panties I just caressed her
as I kissed her. She was moaning with an urgency that
could only ever have been satisfied by the slipping of
my erection up into her.

She gave me everything that evening – her whole being
and I loved her for it. I stayed the night obviously
and I am quite sure readers will find this hard to
grasp, but Larissa wanted her dad to be with her later
that night and so between 2 am and dawn, we both made
love to her, each one kissing and fondling her while
the other gently penetrated her. She went to sleep
between us knowing that we would be continuing to fuck
her all night and so hot was this, we must have cum in
her four or five times each by the time the first rays
of light appeared. It was as beautiful as life gets.

Inevitably I got the call that Steve would be hosting
the next party at his place that Saturday. For some
reason, I looked forward to it rather than fearing it.

Natalie had studiously avoided all contact with me and
I figured our relationship was pretty much at an end. I
wouldn’t even have been surprised if she had announced
her intention to move-out with a couple of girlfriends.

Not long after dinner was finished Friday night, I was
half-way through washing-up (nothing clears out the
kitchen quicker than wash-up time) when who should
saunter in but my ex-daughter! I kinda smiled at her
but made no overtures of reconciliation, having not the
least idea of what was coming.

"You’re all going again tomorrow aren’t you?" she
announced rather than asked.

"Probably the last one... but yep!" I said. She looked
puzzled.

"Why would it be the last one?"

"Well, even before you threw your little spaz up there
sweetie," I inclined my head up towards the bedrooms,
"I was figuring we really didn’t need to be doing this
too much more. I already told Kyles and Jenna that!"

"You didn’t say that the other day dad?" she levelled
at me.

"Er, well I didn’t have too many chances to say
anything Natalie, did I?"

I didn’t score any points with that one.

"Why do you want to stop going then? Are my sisters
fed-up with it?"

That did make me smile. "Hardly Nat, matter of fact I
think they’d go every week given the chance. No, its
just that, well to be honest with you, I think they’re
liking it too damn much."

She was quiet for a moment.

"What actually happens at these parties dad?"

"Well Nat, if you’ve heard about them you must have
some ideas as to what goes on there. No-one goes to
play chess you know."

Again, she was reflective.

"I just don’t understand how fathers could let their
daughters do it with other men dad. Or how the girls
can watch their fathers doing stuff to their friends."

I thought it best not to mention that occasionally
their moms are involved in the whole thing. That would
have brought her emotionally undone.

She seemed to be struggling with some internal
conflict. "What would you say if I wanted to go and see
for myself dad?"

I had to grab a hold of the table for support, my legs
were caving-in under me.

"Natalie, that really isn’t a great idea, I don’t think
you’d like what you’d be seeing. What am I saying?
You’d be appalled! How would you handle seeing your
sisters being er, kissed, groped... or worse?"

"You mean getting fucked dad?" She never was one to
mince words.

"Yeah, I guess I do," I replied staring at the floor
for inspiration here.

"To tell you the truth," she replied, "I have no idea
how I’d feel about it. It’s what you said about the
first time... I’m just curious I suppose."

Although I would never have dared mention it, just the
thought of Natalie coming and actually seeing what I
knew she would, was playing havoc with my imagination.
It wasn’t that I pre-supposed she would actually "do"
anything – matter of fact I figured she would be so
disgusted, she would want to go home after twenty
minutes... maybe less.

As it was, I was surprised that she went to the trouble
she did Saturday morning to look nice. Incredible with
a bit of make-up, how similar the three of them looked
and with almost a five year gap between Jenna and
Natalie, you would never have picked it. Natalie has
looked sixteen ever since she was fourteen and still
does.

I would be lying if I said I didn’t have an erratic
pulse by the time we made Steve’s place – not more than
five minutes beyond George’s home. It was a return to
cavernous living, a sprawling Cape Cod on a huge
private block. No need for bouncers!

Like so many of us, Steve was yet another divorced
single-parent (all these moms not too interested in
doing the hard yards, when it comes to helping bring up
their own children!) His daughter Luane was actually
one of the young brunette cuties I saw hanging around
at Warwick’s place, but never having been introduced, I
didn’t know who she was. She was Jenna’s age but
attends a nearby college, which is why we didn’t
recognise her face. Luane was helping her dad co-
welcome all the guests and right hospitable did she
look in that mega hot mini-skirt.

To say Natalie caused a stir would be the year’s
biggest understatement. So similar in looks, height,
profile and manner (although they’re all quite alike in
that respect) the whispering started immediately.
"Damn, there’s three of them," was one such comment.
Natalie tossed him a withering look as we crossed the
hallway.

Jerry threw a nervy turn!

Pulling me aside after we entered the main loungeroom,
he asked incredulously, "Jesus Noel, how did you get
her to come?" He couldn’t have been greatly more
impressed if I had parted Sydney Harbor that very
morning!

"I didn’t Jer," I answered truthfully, "Fact is, she
asked if she could come... and don’t get any ideas, it
wasn’t to take-part in anything either. Just to see
what goes down, as it were."

"You mean I shouldn’t..." I cut him off,

"Don’t even think about it, not unless you want a
really pretty little foot in your reproductives!" I
warned. "She did a year’s karate too – top of her grade
as I recall!"

"Gotcha," he replied, "No push-over huh?"

"Only if she’s doing the pushing Jer," I smiled back.

Just then Warwick found me.

"Did I see what I think I saw?" he asked breathlessly.

"Damn it," he said, "How can one man have three such
sexy daughters? How the hell did you get her here, I
thought she knew nothing about it?"

"Yeah, well so did I Warwick," I replied, "Looks like I
stuffed up. But like I was just telling Jer, she’s not
here to get her gear off or have someone do it for her.
She just wanted to check the place out."

He looked bitterly disappointed, imagining most likely
the three of them spread-eagled across a bed panting
their hot little tongues out.

"Oh, that right?" he muttered, "Well maybe we can get
her to change her mind on that score," he added
hopefully.

"Good luck on that one Warwick," I told him, "Hope your
health insurance is paid up to date."

I left them to it and started mingling with a few other
guests to see who was here. Jenna and Kylie were
dragging Natalie with them to what looked like a girls-
only corner of the room. I could see Michelle, Caitlin
and Brianna down the far end too... better my two girls
introduce Natalie around than me I figured.

A soft feminine arm lobbed on to my shoulder.

Turning to see its owner, I could see at once, Larissa
had outdone herself today. Her hair up for a change,
she looked straight off the cover of Vogue. The most
beautiful pendant earrings hung from her lovely ears,
not that I was particularly studying their workmanship
– that mega low-cut top put paid to that likelihood.
The last word in good taste, she had on a one-piece
dress, almost a ballroom gown, that clung to her in all
the right places. She kissed me and I forgot why I was
there... actually I wasn’t even sure where I was.

"That was such a wonderful night last Wednesday," she
whispered, eyes wide open with promise, her perfume
shutting down my biological systems one by one. She
knew exactly what effect she was having.

Luckily there was a spare chair nearby, I pulled her on
to my lap. Such a doll was she, I couldn’t bear to
touch anything for fear of wrecking the visual
perfection. Dammit though, having that soft little
bottom causing the most delightful friction against my
upper legs was not far off an early morning bugle call.

"The pleasure was all mine sweetheart," I told her.
"Well, and your dad’s too I have to say." She blushed,
which only prodded my desire for her further.

"Dad really likes you," she said, letting me put my
arms around her and holding her tight to me. "He trusts
you."

"I like him a whole lot too," I confided to her. "No
one else here I’d be saying that of... believe me."

"No, there’s a few creeps around, that’s for sure," she
replied, nuzzling her face up to mine. Right then,
George appeared beside us. I extricated an arm and
shook his hand firmly. "George, your daughter must be
the most beautiful girl in this room... may I take her
straight home please?"

He smiled. "Well speaking of daughters Noel, I just saw
three of the prettiest sisters over there," he
indicated the group of girls clustered together. "And
they look remarkably similar... .you wouldn’t know
anything about that would you?"

Larissa sat up. "Don’t tell me Natalie is here?"

"Well not sure whether that’s a good thing or not
sweetie, but she kinda found out about these little
get-togethers and wanted to come to see what they were
like. I warned her she wasn’t likely to be too happy
with what she saw."

"She’ll die," said Larissa.

"No, more than likely someone else will be doing that,
if I know Natalie," I answered.

"Mind if I go and meet her?" George asked.

"Sure thing," I replied. You’re the one person here I
think has a chance with her... um, to just get talking
I mean." He smiled and walked off.

"Well sweetie," I said looking down at those full
sensual lips, "What am I going to do with you then?"

"Anything you like," she answered sweetly.

"Love to take full advantage of that offer Larissa," I
teased her, "But not here." I kinda went quiet and she
picked up on it.

"Anything wrong?" she asked, her expression of
immediate concern so attractive on that little face.

"No beautiful," I lied. I really didn’t want to go into
my thoughts as to her active participation in the
group. What rights had I anyway? "Just thinking about
Natalie and how mad she’s gonna get pretty soon."

She took my hand and squeezed it. "It’ll be Ok... She
must know what goes on basically Noel. Ever thought she
might like it?"

"Yeah right," I answered "And maybe she’s already
planning a secret little visit to my bedroom tonight? I
think not!"

Larissa said nothing but just kissed me. All my
thoughts melted away.

Telling her I’d be back as soon as I could, I left her
in the chair and headed-off for an early showdown.

It was pretty crowded, there must have been almost
forty people there. Collecting hugs from Brianna,
Caitlin and Michelle on the way, I found buried deep in
the throng of bodies along the far wall a somewhat
predictable sight. "Setting" might be a better word. A
cluster of chairs, one containing Jerry, with Jenna on
his lap.

Warwick in an adjoining chair looking smug as all hell
with Kylie balanced neatly on his knee, both of them
totally decent still. While a third chair pulled up
close by, contained Natalie alone, chatting rather
animatedly with George. Wayne and Steve were kinda
crouched down between them all, talking to whoever
would listen. Another man who I had never seen before,
was standing behind Jenna’s chair, most likely looking
down her top. You couldn’t blame him!

I just eased myself down the other side of Natalie who
turned around and just said "Oh, Hi dad."

George must have done a remarkably good PR job as she
looked to be of quite calm disposition. She also looked
rather yummy, at least from my clearly prejudicial
view. Early days yet though.

So far as any overt behavior was concerned, aside from
Jerry taking Jenna’s hand once in a while as he spoke
to her and Warwick with his arm around Kylie’s waist,
the first real test of Natalie’s resolve came when a
very young looking brunette a few chairs away started
giggling loudly, as the man on who’s lap she was
sitting, began to fondle her breasts a little as he
spoke with her. What was being said was fully
inaudible.

"My God," Kylie said to me. "How old is that girl? Do
you know her?" If I didn’t know better I would say she
was blushing.

"Couldn’t tell you Nat," I said, "Never even seen her
before."

"Her name’s Melissa," George informed us, "She goes to
Larissa’s school. I think she’s fourteen and a couple
of grades below her."

"Fourteen?" said Natalie. "Oh, that’s disgusting dad!"

God, from what I could see, she was anything but that!
I kept my mouth shut nevertheless.

As a second man joined them and began kissing the girl,
I thought Natalie was about to dial 911 on her cell.
Right then though, something happened to somewhat
distract her attention. Jerry, finding my daughter’s
mouth within inches of his, as she leaned across to say
something to Steve the far side of the chair, put an
arm around her shoulders and began kissing her. I saw
Natalie’s face – it was priceless.

"Jenna!!" she spluttered.

George laid his arm on hers. "She’s Ok Natalie, trust
me. Jerry won’t hurt her, he loves kissing her. If you
want the truth, I really enjoy being with her too, she
is just such a beautiful girl and to be honest, you
look so like her. It’s uncanny."

Whether she took his words to heart or whether he had
just said the right thing at the right time, I really
don’t know, but to see her lean across, give him a
gentle kiss on the cheek and utter the words "You are
soo sweet," just about rendered me deaf, dumb and
blind. George took her hand gently and I could see
Steve looking-on with undisguised jealousy. He had no
chance!

George was no smooth operator – he was just George and
most every facet of Larissa’s good manners, gentility
and even I guess, good looks, she had gotten from her
father. I could sense why Natalie was responding to
him. He was honest, open, yet very masculine. She would
feel "safe" with someone like that! Dumb as it may
sound, I knew then she would be far more at ease in the
presence of such a confronting afternoon’s activities –
with him, than me even.

Let’s hope I was right. Warwick’s fingers were on the
move. With his hand no longer resting on Kylie’s leg
but actively creeping up beneath her skirt, I heard
Nat’s sharp intake of breath. George grasped her hand a
little harder.

Kylie obviously was in the mood for it. She began
kissing Warwick hard as his hand not only worked its
way north, but began to expose her underwear –
enticingly chosen dark blue cotton knickers. So little-
girlish! For his part, Wayne saw an opportunity to
cash-in on her arousal obviously, and kneeling up
slightly, began to rub her breasts softly.

He was immediately rewarded with a string of "ohhhs"
from Kylie, whose eyes were shut now as she let go
emotionally. She even held his hand close up against
her. Wayne I noticed, extricated his hand momentarily
and encouraging her to hold herself there, replaced his
hand over hers, making her in effect rub her own
breasts but under his control. From my own perspective,
a chemically-led chain reaction was underway. What else
could you expect watching this?

Natalie just couldn’t drag her eyes away from her hot
little sister and looked to be clinging on to George’s
arm for moral support. And if that little scenario
didn’t turn up the heat for her, she had only to glance
at the adjacent chair to see Jerry’s hand well up
inside Jenna’s skirt now, far enough it would seem to
be rubbing her into near-ecstasy, judging by her
wriggling and forward hip-movements.

Of course these weren’t the only two girls in-extremis.
Anywhere you looked, panties were either being rubbed
or tugged down, bra’s being lowered and lips kissed
into submission. I was feeling totally out of it and
with good reason!

What effect this was having on Natalie was not
immediately obvious. Well not that is, until I saw out
of the corner of my eye, George kiss her for the first
time. Nothing heavy, he simply kissed her gently on the
lips. What is it with him and my daughters? I figured
it was as much about support at that moment as anything
else but I also saw Natalie’s expression. She was as
shocked at her own willingness in the complicity. She
definitely was going to be alright for the afternoon.

Jenna was wanting it. That’s Ok. Jenna was about to get
it. Steve, deciding that the role of voyeur, fun though
it was, definitely had its limitations, simply pulled
forth his erection – an impressive little piece of
anatomy one must admit - and moved in towards Jenna,
her eyes still closed, as Jerry drew aside her panties
at the absolute strategic point. As he sank it deep
into her, Jenna gasped but this paled into
insignificance besides Natalie’s mortified "Ohh Jenna!"

As Steve began to really fuck her, Natalie was plain
open-mouthed. Whether aware of the fact or not, she was
clinging on to George’s arm like a half-drowned man
would clutch at a life-raft. Jenna was way too far gone
to even consider her elder sister’s plight though and
was pushing her hips up to meet Steve’s thrusts. Jerry
continued to kiss her and fondle her breasts both of
which were making me hotter than Hell.

Kylie was being taken much the same route, Wayne having
pulled her knickers down now, had his seven inches or
so at her threshold, and was teasing her by rubbing the
head up and down the length of her obviously awash
vaginal entry. Even Warwick said to him, "For God’s
sake stop teasing the girl, Wayne, fuck her!"

That was the first time I saw Natalie’s fingers
encroach on her own airspace. Probably little more than
an instinctive reaction, but I saw her hands descend
into her own lap where they appeared at least, to be
depressing one presumably hot little zone. George
leaned across and kissed her harder than earlier and
from what I could see, she certainly was a willing
correspondent. One thing for sure. No way was she about
to ask to be driven home.

As both girl’s pleasure became increasingly more
apparent, George took the brave but ultimately
constructive step of replacing Natalie in the chair and
having her sit on his lap, a rare privilege that even I
hadn’t managed for some years.

Getting herself all hot and bothered was one thing,
taking it to the next level was another though as far
as Natalie was concerned. Agasp at the plight of her
sisters and especially in such close proximity to them,
she nevertheless had her sensors still on full alert,
as the gentlest of caresses by George beneath the
fullness of her right breast resulted in her shaking
her head whilst impeding any further progress with her
left hand. She didn’t move his hand altogether, simply
flashed him a yellow card for a professional foul.

I should add that Natalie right now is kinda between
dickheads, I mean boyfriends, so she would not have had
to view any ensuing sexy stuff as a betrayal of trust.
Interested as I was to see how George handled this
current development, I really couldn’t drag my eyes off
the other two.

They had Jenna’s knickers off now and Steve was just
ramming it in to her as she lay there gasping and
panting on Jerry’s knee. For his part, Jerry was
nuzzling her neck, whispering all sorts of heavy-duty
dialog to her as he gave both tits a major work-out.
Besides looking sexy, her bra, hanging loose off her
shoulders was serving little purpose.

If it was a race to see which girl was to be pumped
full first, I would have said Wayne had the edge.
Kylie’s legs were so spread, they had no need to even
hold them. As it happened though, it was a photo-
finish. Both men came in their partners almost
simultaneously, leaving the girls limp, sticky and
definitely wanting more, judging by the self-satisfied
little smiles spreading across their faces.

As for me, I was not cool. Had not Natalie been there I
would have ensured I was next up, but as it was I
figured one shock at a time was enough for her. Seeing
her younger sisters being fucked right beside her was
one thing, having her own father further inseminating
them at close range may have done permanent damage.

Exchanging words, Steve and Jerry swapped places, Jenna
having no opportunity even to tug her panties up, not
to mention doing something about her bra straps still
hanging enticingly down her arms. Taking their lead,
Kylie found herself being pulled astride Wayne suddenly
as Warwick positioned himself right between her legs
and already with his erection at the desired elevation.
Wayne wasted no time in taking a hold of my daughter’s
legs and spreading them indecently wide.

Natalie just gasped at the unfolding spectacle. Seeing
is believing, but I would say she was having a hard
time with the reconciliation bit. George was holding
her tightly to him now and being the owner of a
considerable erection one would assume, Nat’s hot
little bottom must have surely been privy to such
knowledge.

As both girls found themselves being penetrated to what
appeared might be previously unknown depths, George
began kissing Natalie just below her hairline, slightly
towards her left shoulder. I saw her expression and
heard her sigh softly. I’m sure I also detected the
beginnings of a gentle moan. Certainly her whole
demeanor was subtly changing from outright affront to
one of ‘interest’ let’s say.

George, ever alert to the slightest opportunity on
offer, very gradually tightened his arms around Natalie
and imperceptibly moved his left hand up towards her
breast. I saw her flinch as he reached the hallowed
ground, yet still kissing her neck enough obviously, to
remain a major distraction. This time she did not hit
the reject button nor push his hand away. She just lay
back against his shoulder and allowed his hand to
softly cup her there. As he began to manipulate her, I
was all but needing a paramedic. To see this happening
to Natalie of all people just blew my mind.

Jerry was enjoying his work. Even as Jenna let Steve
kiss her and maul her breasts and nipples every which
way, she was wiggling her bottom on his lap and
beginning now to rub herself directly over Jerry’s
point of entry. The harder he thrust into her the
better she was liking it. So hot was she making him, he
simply grabbed her legs, put them over his shoulder and
rode her into the home straight as she discontinued
kissing Steve and simply lying there, completely out to
everything but the sensations being afforded her young
body.

Steve’s sudden vocalised thoughts "Fuck the little cunt
Jer," brought one major gasp from Natalie, it also
pushed Jerry over the edge and he shunted Jenna full of
sticky white fluid, much of which began leaking out
between her legs straight away. All three of them just
sat there breathing heavily.

Warwick was treating Kylie slightly more demurely,
taking his time and quite obviously enjoying the ride.
Pumping her rhythmically he was fondling her breasts
and treating her nipples to all sorts of naughty
exercises. It was making her wriggle and pant. So
absorbed was she in what was being done to her, she
didn’t even notice her sister’s major concluding
firework show.

Crafty old George. As I glanced across to see how
things were progressing alongside me I had to do a
double... make that a triple take! I couldn’t see his
right hand because it was no longer visible. At least
eight inches by my reckoning, up beneath Natalie’s
skirt and judging by her barely disguised little sighs,
way up inside her knickers too. I was so pleased!

Watching Kylie getting completely and utterly shafted,
Natalie was beginning to move her own hips upwards, so
it would appear, to meet George’s fingers as they made
contact doubtless with her very swollen little
clitoris. I could see her even pressing down mid center
of her skirt adding to her own arousal.

George was now fondling both her breasts with the one
hand as he fingered her so discreetly. Her expression
was one of glazed pleasure and I was just so glad it
was George at the helm. I didn’t dare move or speak for
fear of intruding on the moment and breaking the aura
he had worked so hard to create.

Even as Warwick jerked frantically like a man wired up
to old sparky, as he unloaded in Kylie, Natalie shook
and let out a couple of cute little "ohhhhs" as she
quite obviously hit High C, courtesy of George’s
manipulation of her hot little pussy. What I would have
given right about then to slip my own fingers in with
his. It wasn’t the time. Definitely a case right about
then of "slowly does it!"

How I envied his hands though as they surreptitiously
relinquished their hold on her beautiful breasts, made
all that more appealing by what looked suspiciously
like the work of a new push-up. Not even forty five
minutes into it and yet Steve’s party was already
proving to be one volcanic little den of iniquity.

I went over to Jenna, sitting up now on Steve’s lap,
still breathing heavily. I retrieved her knickers from
the foot of the chair and helped her pull them up, if
for no other reason but to stop that constant trickle
of hot cum from her pussy. Kylie eased herself off
Wayne’s lap and began making herself decent too. A
cursory glance up and down her legs showed she had much
the same problem.

"Just look after the three of them for me for a while
would you George please?" I said to him, "Oh... and
thanks." I shook his hand and he understood exactly
what I meant by the gesture.

I needed to find Larissa. Not exactly to save her from
a fate worse than death... just about every girl there
could have been expecting that much, but simply because
I disliked hosting mental images of her in a similar
position to that my two daughters had just been exposed
to.

My searching for Larissa was by necessity put on hold,
having intruded upon a right active little scene taking
place along the near wall, as one entered the dining
area. Caitlin, Tanya and Chantelle (the elder) had been
herded on to a couch there and were providing
indescribably hot entertainment for a group of men.
Chantelle and Tanya had the little blonde on her back,
doing things to her your imagination would be hard
pressed to come up with.

Chantelle, clad herself in only a pair of matching
light-green bra and panties, was in the process of
relieving Caitlin of her frilly top as she steadily
sucked the girl’s fully aroused nipples. Tanya was
rather more involved making her gasp and wriggle having
not only tugged her knickers down, she was now actively
involved pushing the neck of a small soft-drink bottle
well up into places the manufacturers had never
intended.

Being vocally encouraged by the small group of men,
including amongst them Brad Archer, the girls had
little Caitlin in a state of unrestrained sexual
nirvana. This was but part of the equation however.
Another guy I knew not, was kneeling right behind
Chantelle and as she leaned over sucking the life out
of Caitlin’s nipples, he had his hands up between her
legs rubbing her flush on her pussy.

A second man was groping the girl’s breasts inside her
bra and kissing her along her bare back. Tanya being
Tanya meanwhile, was ensuring that her hot little bum
was not being overlooked and having slipped on the
tightest pair of little panties she probably owned, was
maintaining male interest by keeping it deliberately
well-elevated as she serviced Caitlin’s arousingly
spread slit.

Brad figured he would take up the slack there and
moving in, began to pull Tanya’s knickers down. She
glanced around momentarily to see who it was stripping
her, smiled, and returned to the job at hand. Her bum
fully exposed, Brad parted her legs and took her from
behind. Knowing Brad, having filled her pussy to
overflowing, the little thirteen-year-old could look
forward to somewhat further impersonal treatment in
other neighboring receptacles. I figured she could take
it too!

Strangely unaffected arousal-wise by the group
performance in front of me, I can only put this down to
having my mind (and desire) on other things. I decided
to move on.

Having conducted a sweep of the ground floor Larissa
was nowhere to be found. This wasn’t looking good.

The main bedroom at least was empty, I should be so
thankful for small mercies. Bedroom number two was
occupied – fully! Young Brittany you may remember, the
little dark-haired hottie whose dad couldn’t keep his
hands off her, was lying right on the edge of the bed,
her skirt crumpled up to her waist with her legs at an
angle one could only describe as clinically unwise.
Between them, a youngish looking man was kneeling, who
having relieved the young girl of her skimpy little
polka-dot undies, was having the time of his life
exploring her entire genital area both orally and
digitally... much to her vocalised pleasure I have to
say.

‘Daddy’ was evidently no slouch in the molestation
department either, kneeling alongside her on the bed,
one hand down his daughter’s top busily extricating her
tits as he kissed her with a fair old degree of
passion. I would like to have stayed for the next act.
What am I saying? I would like to have been the next
act!

That left the third bedroom. I should never have gone
in! Before focusing even on the tableau in progress, I
recognised the dress crumpled up on the floor. It had
looked so much better on her. Closer to the bed, a pair
of blue panties lay where `they had been either pulled
down or tossed.

I could have handled it maybe with one guy, but not
three and I knew none of them.

Her back to me, they had Larissa on her hands and knees
center quilt. One of the men was kneeling in front of
her proffering one ungodly sized erection which she
appeared hesitant to take into her mouth. Steadying
herself with one hand, the other was clutching the
man’s cock as she tentatively licked it. Whilst
evidently enjoying even that sensation, the man was
encouraging her to be more daring saying "C’mon, suck
me sweetheart." My heart sank.

The man had predictably one hand up under her, groping
her breasts inside her bra, the only item of clothing
she still had on and that itself, unhooked or ripped at
the back, was barely hanging by a strap. A second man
kneeling beside her was also fondling her right breast
while enjoying the sensation of feeling up her lower
back and bottom which he was cupping now with obvious
lust. "What a hot little cunt" he announced to the guy
beside him.

I have saved the worst till last. Immediately behind
her the third member of Rapists Inc had his cock right
deep in Larissa’s pussy and holding her tightly around
the hips was beginning to seriously fuck her. Far from
showing signs of resistance, Larissa was starting to
moan with pleasure as well as deliberately raising her
bottom higher. The man parted her legs even more and as
he commenced driving it hard up into her she took the
other man’s cock into her mouth and began sucking him
for all she was worth. Even the man beginning then to
push his finger up into her bum experimentally, brought
no verbal objections from her. She simply wriggled
sexily and sucked the man harder.

"She is such a fucking little hottie," muttered her
rearwards partner just a few seconds before he shot one
king-size amount of cum, to judge by the time he was
jerking about in her, right deep in her pussy. She had
obviously performed an exemplary job on the guy in
front too as I saw him grabbing her hair as he shot
what he could in her mouth and the rest, so it looked,
over her face. Larissa just knelt there, used and
abused and making no attempt to get off the bed. I
watched as the next guy got behind her and with no
finesse but a whole heap of lust, just shoved his cock
into her.

The other two left him to it and I just stood by the
doorway unable to move as I watched him fuck her even
deeper. For the first time and I think now the last
time, I heard her beg him to do it harder. The last
straw was seeing him cum in her and then the sight of
Larissa still on her knees, her bum as high as she
could get it, cum running out of her everywhere...
pleading and crying for one of them to fuck her again.

As (bad) luck would have it, she turned around just as
I was retreating. The expression on her face matched my
own pain. To say she looked mortified would be an
understatement. She climbed off the bed, trying to hook
her bra back up, grabbed her knickers and dress,
begging me to wait a moment.

What was I waiting for? The Larissa that she wasn’t?
the slut I had just watched fucked stupid and then
begging for more? A dream I had imagined? or the one I
just had shattered?

"Goddamn, is that her father?" I heard one of them say.

"Better wipe the cum off your face," was all I could
think to say to her. She clung to me, tears pouring
down her face. "I’m sorry, I’m so sorry," she kept
saying, "They just got me so hot I lost control."

"That you did Larissa," I replied, wondering why I
wasn’t crying myself. I think I was too shocked or too
angry. Maybe a little of both. Oddly I was thinking of
George suddenly and how he must never know what just
occurred. For some reason that bothered me more than my
own disappointment – totally inapt word that this was
under the circumstances.

[bullitt]

thanks fot the new stuff

[frankjohnmoore]

this is a great story im hope there is more to it,

[starfight]

13. You call that Unlucky ?

Before I am pilloried then, hear me out!

Even as I left that third bedroom, a hive of shattered
neuroses – a man affronted by his seemingly inaliable
right to control the whims, fancies and reactions of
any female he so chooses – I knew I had crossed the
line.

Clutching me to her as we came downstairs, her
apologies were heart-rending, her misery unbounded. Not
once did she ask why I should be free to exercise my
right to unrestricted carnality whilst she remain
demure and unavailable. A chaste wound-up doll free to
perform only whilst I held the key. Thing is, it was in
her desperate silence that I came to see my own ironic
dysfunctionality.

What had she done when I came to think of it? Enjoyed
herself, that's all! Just so happened her definition of
pleasurable self-satisfaction didn't happen to
correlate with my concept of what I figured she was
entitled to enjoy. Was I out of line here? I so knew
it.

The final nail in my self-judged guilt was a deduction
so chronically obvious, dear old Watson would have
figured it out long before Sherlock Holmes. That I was
prepared to not only allow, but to encourage my own
daughters to actively participate in foursomes (each)
and to watch them take as much if not more than Larissa
and yet still love them unconditionally – made little
sense. It wasn't what Larissa had done I concluded, but
the fact I had been personally affronted... my own
masculine ego challenged by her simply exercising her
feminine and individual rights!

At the foot of the stairs I hugged her to me. "Look
Larissa," I started to say... the poor girl cut me off.

"I know I've lost all your respect Noel," tears were
running down her face. "It's all my fault, I know you
can never forgive me." I gently put my hand across her
mouth.

"No sweetheart, its me should be asking forgiveness," I
told her, "You did nothing wrong. It's me who has
handled this so badly." I wasn't sure quite how to
express my feelings. "What happened up there was me
losing sight of what all this is about. People free to
act as they want, sexually admittedly, but that's OK.
You didn't betray me, I betrayed myself with my own
selfish and limited outlook. I make no attempt to
censor my own daughter's behavior – I certainly have no
rights to censor yours. Please forgive me. I love you
Larissa – I haven't lost sight of that little fact!"

Hard to describe just how she looked at that second.
"Reborn" is a word that comes to mind. She actually
"lit-up" considerably brighter even than the Christmas
lights down Oxford Street in London, come yuletide.

George had done an exemplary job. My three girls were
perched on a nearby lounge, fully dressed, the very
image of rampant virginal innocence if not ingrained
obedience. Scattered hopefully around them was Jerry,
Wayne, Brad and a younger man who I learned went by the
name of Connor. All were chatting animatedly.

Seeing someone I had an urge to talk to in the next
room, I gave Larissa a kiss to be going on with, then
slotted her down on the couch directly between Kylie
and her father. Making my apologies, not that anyone
was taking much notice, I headed off.

I had never really had the chance to chat much with
Louise and seeing her walk into the other room I felt
this was as good an opportunity as any. A very pretty
girl, slightly taller than my three - maybe five foot
four or five, she had dyed her hair several shades
lighter and was now more blonde than brunette. With a
definite preference for short skirts, today's was a
killer. I was more than keen to discover what lay
beneath it, I have to say. As I sidled up to her, she
turned and said, "Oh Hi Mr. Baker." Allowing me to put
my arm around her waist. She then introduced me to
another father who had cornered her just seconds ahead
of me.

"This is Peter," she said. I shook his hand. "How come
he's Peter and I'm Mr. Baker?" I said, really putting
her on the spot. "I'm not that old am I?" She giggled.
"Nooooooo, of course not. I'll call you Noel then."

"Way better," I said. "Actually the fact is, since your
dad is chatting up my daughters, I thought it more than
reasonable if I come over and talk to you Louise.
Haven't had the pleasure yet." We all sat down on a
spare lounge.

"Say, you're the father of those cute triplets in the
next room aren't you?" enquired Peter.

"They're not triplets actually... just sisters," I
reminded him, "But hey, its Ok, everyone thinks that."
I noticed as I was speaking, his hand straying towards
Louise's uncovered knee. She noticed too, but made no
attempt to dissuade him from his course. I moved in
closer myself. The combination of her immediate
proximity and my as yet, grossly unfulfilled morning,
watching everyone else but me have fun, was dictating
procedural urgency. I figured I needed to show some
restraint however.

We chatted about school a little, Peter played up the
"interested-friend-come-lately" angle, while all three
of us were under no illusions as to what the other two
were thinking. Having seen Louise at Warwick's party
getting her hot little butt spanked and more recently,
propping up a wall while Jerry worked his seminal magic
trick, I knew she was something less than reticent when
it came to spreading her legs and right that moment,
that was the exact parlor game I had in mind.

As the conversation tapered off, the heat increased.
Peter was starting to nibble her neck while I figured
it was the appointed hour to see what her lip-gloss
tasted like. Yum... strawberry flavored! Round about
this time Louise was definitely coming out of her
holding pattern and was shifting her bottom about on
the couch.

I think we both had the same idea concurrently which
was no problem, as two hands fitted up under that skirt
with no trouble. That's one brilliantly designed aspect
to female genitalia – even through their knickers...
the ability to have two sets of fingers pushing their
way between those lips.

Louise was hotter than a pole-cat and urging us both on
by a combination of pleading noises and hip movements.
Kissing her was something less than a hardship too I
have to say. Since they were right there, I left Peter
in charge of the up-skirt therapy while I slipped a
hand down her top and discovered why Brad seemed to
have enjoyed himself so much that day he had his
daughter almost naked across the table sucking her.

"Take them out," Peter said, "She wants us to."

I had no reason to doubt it, and wrenching her top and
bra up in one movement, was presented with as hot an
exposed pair of young tits as you could hope to find
this side of a shower recess in a girls' convent.

Louise was returning my kisses with fire and passion
and of her own volition, was spreading her legs to give
Peter better access. Anyone walking past would have had
the clearest of views of his hand right up inside her
knickers, rubbing her slit its full length.

"Let's take her panties off," he proposed next,
following the manual to a T. Leaving her nipples to
harden further all on their own, I took hold of the
elastic at the front. Peter grabbed the top of her
panties from the rear. Lifting her bottom fractionally
for an instant, we were able to tug them down with no
trouble whatsoever.

Now this was more like it. We then sat down either side
of her, each taking hold of her legs and pulling them
apart until we both pretty much had a knee in our face.
Her pussy completely exposed at that angle, and not
just to us either, her skimpy skirt was but window
dressing. I had a sudden urge to get her off manually
and slipping two fingers deep inside her, set off a
veritable stream of gasps and moans. Peter decided to
make it a joint-venture and sent her further up the
arousal scale by pushing his fingers into her as well.

Louise was able to articulate no further than
"Ohhhhhhh," as we fingered her right to the edge and
beyond. I had never actually seen a girl squirt before,
rather doubting the authenticity of the few pics I had
come across of the phenomenon. Might be a closer
analogy to say she internally hemorrhaged.

As she wriggled her hips, totally giving herself over
to the pleasure, a jet of creamy fluid spurted over
both our hands. It was one of the hottest things I have
ever seen, especially watching her cupping her own
breasts and manipulating her nipples as she did it.

Unable to observe social niceties myself at this stage,
I just extricated my own few inches of sexually starved
- make that "starched," tissue, pulled her straight on
to my lap... stuff the dry-cleaning, and got myself as
far up that hot little body as I was able. Peter, I
have the impression, was manually attending to his own
needs. I really wasn't paying that much attention.

Louise just clung to me wanting to be kissed while I
fucked her. This was no romantic tryst you wanna
believe it – just hardcore, two-way satisfaction.
Seemed to me she was still being routed by the earlier
orgasm, as she was gasping and shivering in ecstasy the
entire time I was thrusting up into her. Easily the
quickest cum I ever orchestrated since my teenage
years. One of the best too. When you are that hot, it's
that good!

No sooner had I filled her wonderfully user-friendly
little pussy to its theoretical limit than Peter
basically dragged her off me and got her down on the
floor on her back. No cushions, no "Are you comfy
Louise?" Just more of the same. Watching him treat her
like a Cro-Magnon cave-dweller on heat, I was
fascinated by just what a girl can take when she is
really juiced-up.

Even as he pumped his own hot fluids into her, which
having nowhere to go, immediately streamed out of her
pussy and down the insides of both legs, I could see
that Louise could have taken on half a dozen more had
they been queued up. But there again I have seen Jenna
and Kylie locked into that same Utopia. I was thinking
of them both as I looked at her lying there, still
spread and trying to regenerate a stable breathing
pattern. Brad's a lucky man!

A small and appreciative audience had gathered behind
us apparently, one of which was Susie. She was easy to
spot... the only onlooker with a hand down her panties.
Another man came over and knelt down beside Louise,
having himself a good feel of the girl's breasts. She
was going to be yet busy for a while I figured,
especially if Susie got her tongue in the groove as it
were.

I was feeling so much better, I left them all to it and
headed back off towards my own little clique.

Whilst back in the lounge, nothing overt appeared to be
underway, there had been a subtle shifting of key
positions. George had inserted himself between Jenna
and Natalie (his newly-come-by preference one assumes.)
Brad had manoeuvered himself alongside Kylie, one arm
already around her waist. Wayne had ensconced himself
at Larissa's feet with the single-minded purpose of
being able to see up her dress whenever she shifted her
legs even marginally.

Whether she had worked that out or not I have no way of
knowing. I squeezed myself down besides Jenna who was
paying less attention to my presence (understandably)
than Connor's arm that was snaking its way around slim
and rather pretty little shoulders. All my three girls
have the most appealing shoulders even if it's not my
place to be thinking such things.

"Hi dad," she whispered, hugging my arm. "Having fun?"

I figured there was nothing much to gain regaling her
with the recent Louise affair, so I just said "Yep...
No less than you by the look of it sweetheart!" She
giggled.

It got serious around about the time I noticed George
and Warwick, who had managed to infiltrate the group a
few moments earlier, starting to whisper to Natalie. At
first she was blushing slightly so it seemed, but
Warwick is if nothing else "committed" when it comes to
the art of seduction. George had been holding Natalie's
hand for the duration and obviously was privy to what
Warwick was muttering to her. His contribution appeared
to be one of encouragement.

I saw her turn to him and say, "Nooooooooo!" Even Kylie
must have heard, because she turned to her sister and
said "Go on Natalie, let them. You'll enjoy it, it's
fun!"

Somewhat less reticent herself, Kylie was permitting
Brad free-rein in the cheek-kissing department. I could
also see his hand had 'playfully' found its way down
her lower back and was even now edging its way down
that erotic little gap between skirt and top looking to
make contact obviously with her bottom cheeks. She
glanced backwards momentarily, acknowledging his
naughtiness but then just smiled at him sexily. God,
she is a tease!

Connor meanwhile was making light work of Jenna's lips,
kissing her rather chastely but with rather more intent
one could sense. His right hand was rapidly closing the
gap between its former resting place on her shoulder
and her breasts, which in that top, were most
attractively packaged.

Right close to me, Wayne was making no secret of the
fact he had a deep interest in a wide viewing angle up
Larissa's skirt. I whispered my observation to her and
she simply replied quietly,

"I know... he's not very subtle is he?" She had Wayne
figured out alright! I could see it was making her hot
though and I just gave her a little kiss and said "Give
him a thrill sweetie, spread them a bit."

Don't know what exactly that did for Wayne but it made
me hotter than a blast furnace watching her do it.
Actually I do know what it did for him. His pupils
expanded to the max and if he wasn't drooling, it was a
ragingly bad case of the dribbles.

Sight of the afternoon however was George assisting
Natalie to her feet with Warwick taking her other arm.

"Er, going somewhere?" I asked of the trio. Natalie
just looked coy and said. "Just with George for a few
minutes dad." Kylie let out one knowing giggle.

As they left the room, which I had to notice was in the
direction of the stairs, I leaned across to Kylie and
asked her what it was George had said to Natalie
earlier.

"He asked her if she would let him and Warwick see her
panties???" she laughed.

"Really?" I said. "Can't see her doing that somehow,
besides, why would she need to leave the room? You
think maybe they want to see more than her panties?"

"Maybe," she teased, then turning to Brad. "That's
naughty," she giggled as he finally got his hand down
where he wanted it.

Looking up at me and maybe remembering my disapproval
of his overt behavior at Warwick's place he added, "You
don't mind do you?"

I was going to say "So long as its just your fingers
Brad," but thought better of it. I just nodded my
acquiescence. In any event, my mind was on Natalie now
and her three-sixty degree turnaround in attitude. God,
George had to be exerting a major influence on her. I
had to go and check this out later. I figured I'd give
him a quarter of an hour or so's head start.

Jenna already had started, 'least Connor had! Kissing
her full-on now, she was permitting him to rub her
breasts which he was vigorously engaged in doing, both
singly and together. As if he needed encouragement, she
had parted her legs as well, giving him and any other
interested party an exceptionally clear and tempting
view of her undies. Occupied as Wayne was, looking up
Larissa's skirt, I saw him glance across at the front
of Jenna's knickers more than once. I just then
realised how hard I was again!

Speaking of Larissa's skirt, not only was Wayne looking
up it, his hand, having inched its way along her leg,
was now just beginning to rub her panties at the front
and with evidently enough pressure to have Larissa
sliding back in the lounge, spreading wider for him and
moaning rather attractively.

Connor had Jenna in pretty much the same position, only
he was seated beside her, his hand rubbing her pussy
its full length, simply stopping once in a while to
push the soft material in-between her lips. The heat
this was generating was patently obvious.

Kylie completed the trio of hot little girls side by
side on that lounge being dealt with totally indecently
and yet totally to their liking. Brad, being Brad
though had taken her one level further by pulling her
top up and exposing her breasts. It was too much for
me. I just leaned across and began to suck her gently.
Now that really did it!

"Ohhhh Dad," Kylie muttered between little gasps of
pleasure. She cupped her own breasts and held them for
me, wanting as much in my mouth as I could get. As I
drew-down hard, she closed her eyes and began to
wriggle about noticeably. Brad turned her face to his
and began kissing her voraciously, while his hand right
down the back of her knickers now was obviously
fondling her hot little bottom with lustful intent.

Sucking her in public like that, was causing a stir.
Jenna managed to take time off from tonguing Connor to
gasp "Gosh dad that is soo hot!" Just moments before
Connor managed to extricate her own breasts which he
commenced fondling and pulling rather roughly – just as
she likes it! A quick backward glance on my part
confirmed how erect Jenna's own little nipples were by
now.

So far as Larissa was concerned, it was now Phase Two!
Whether or not seeing me taking a light refreshment was
the catalyst I can't say, but Wayne had manoeuvered
himself between Larissa's legs and was busily involved
seeing whether or not he could get his erection up as
far as her diaphragm it seemed. So spread was she,
there was no need to pull her knickers down with the
two inch gap there more than enough to allow full
penetration.

Perhaps wishful thinking on my part, but as I sucked
her harder and longer, I could swear that she was
starting to express just a hint of milky fluid – no way
was the taste and sensation on my tongue my
imagination. Given the amount of sucking both girl's
had been subjected to over the last couple of months –
such was not impossible. Certainly their breasts were
fuller than they had been. This was just making me
hotter than hell. The thought of sucking milk from my
own daughters' nipples must be the ultimate sexual
aspiration.

Kylie was just given over to total pleasure by this
stage and had quite subconsciously parted her own legs.

"Why don't you take her panties off Brad?" I muttered,
giving her nipples a rest. I couldn't believe I had
said that!

I think I had merely pre-empted his next move as he
hastily grabbed a hold of her elastic and peeled them
down. No sooner had he done this to her, than she drew
her legs up on the lounge, eyes still closed and spread
her knees as wide as she could get them. Brad, never
one to miss an opportunity (like most of us) just freed
up his erection and drove it deep into her as she held
me tight against her, wanting to be sucked even harder
while Brad fucked her.

The combination of watching Brad's cock thrusting hard
up into her and the milky sensations from both Kylie's
nipples was driving me into new realms of unhinged
sexual pleasure. No longer paying heed to Jenna and
Larissa's predicaments – and I knew both were being
fucked into submission – I just had to get my own
erection out and take things into my own hands as it
were. Kylie opened her eyes at one stage... saw what I
was doing but just smiled. That made it even hotter.

Even as Brad shot what must have been the 'week's
special' into her, I came myself. Irregular little
spurts of white consistency that I managed to direct
over both her lower abdomen and her right hand as she
was adding to her own pleasure, rubbing herself just a
fraction above Brad's cock, as it ploughed into her.

"With all apologies to your dad," said Brad, pulling
out of her, "You are just such a hot little fuck Kylie.
I would give anything to have you for a night, girl."

"Yeah well join the queue old son," I told him.
"Besides she has kinda a full schedule at home right
now," I added before I realised what I had said.

"Whoa, like that is it?" Brad replied.

"Well I'm betting you and Louise play more than
checkers some nights Brad?" I queried. He kinda dumbed
it down a bit. "Yeah, sometimes we do too I guess," he
replied. "But hey you got three of them – surely you
can lend me one... just to balance things up a bit."

An instantly formed image of him in bed with Kylie one
side and Louise the other, fried me momentarily. It
would be no time I figured, till he had them both up on
their hands and knees side by side, with all four
options at his disposal if I knew him. Nah... it would
kill him!

In other local news, Connor had cum in Jenna big-time –
quite obvious as she was sitting there, her legs apart
still, letting him watch the cum running out of her
pussy and down the inside of her legs. Just to keep her
honest, he was still groping her breasts and rather
enjoying himself.

Wayne, having fucked Larissa insensible too, had her
draped across his chest, idly fingering her pussy and
with one hand down her dress evidently stimulating her
nipples, judging by what I could see, her breasts being
almost half covered-up and all.

Figured I might go look for Natalie at that juncture,
not that I could really imagine anything much having
taken place. That they had even gotten her to go with
them somewhere was beyond incredible.

That "somewhere" proved to be the second bedroom
upstairs. Even through the half-open door I could hear
Natalie alternately giggling and crying out "stop that"
to someone. It sounded promising at least!

Exactly what they had been doing all this time was not
readily obvious. Opening the door and walking-in, they
all three looked-up at me but with no particular
surprise. "Hi daddy" said Natalie with just the
slightest cheeky edge to it. They had her seated on the
edge of the double bed, George beside her and Warwick
sitting on the floor, near her feet.

Warwick turned around, "Your eldest daughter doesn't
give-in easily does she Noel?"

"Depends what it is you want her to give-in to
Warwick," I replied. "But generally speaking no, you're
right, this one knows her own mind."

"Thank you dad," Natalie called out giggling once more,
"I told them they're wasting their time."

After a couple of moments I addressed George. "What did
you ask her to do by the way," I enquired.

Taking his time to answer he replied, "Oh... just to be
a bit naughty and show us her panties."

"And did she?" I asked.

"Just a quick flash," put in Warwick looking totally
disappointed, "A couple of times?"

"That's a very naughty girl Natalie," I teased, "Did
you enjoy doing it"

"Kinda," she laughed, "But then they wanted me to pull
my top up and let them see my bra."

"Seems reasonable to me sweetie," I joked, "This is a
sex-party after all!"

"You want me to show them my bra then dad?" I could
feel her getting indignant.

"Nah, not if you're afraid to sweetheart," I answered,
looking her dead straight in the eyes. That set her
off.

"Who said I'm "afraid" to?" she replied. "Just coz my
sisters do it, I don't have to."

"Sure," I said, piling on the reverse psychology. I
really felt like seeing her do it for some reason.

"What? you don't believe I'm not afraid to dad?" she
asked. I said nothing, just stared at her. George broke
the ice (it was actually a lead-in, I'd built-up for
him)

"C'mon Natalie, he interjected, "Do it for me... I'd
love to see you in your bra, I really would."

She looked at him and then putting on the sexiest
little smirk any teenage girl could possibly muster,
wriggled out of her top, sitting there in just her
skirt and rather fetching little plain white bra.
Instinctively she brought her arms up to cover her
obvious cleavage, being very slightly bigger than her
two sisters.

"Very nice," said Warwick "No chance of seeing your
panties again I suppose love?" he added. Looking
hopefully at her knees.

Whether it was because I was there or simply that she
was getting unavoidably hot herself I couldn't say, but
she pulled her skirt up and parting her legs
significantly, gave all three of us enough of a view-up
between them to ensure three incurable erections. How
hot did she look posing like that?

"Just sit there for a moment Natalie... don't move,"
pleaded George. I saw his hand drop to his lap, Natalie
noticed too, I saw her blush.

"Don't be shy Nat," I said to her. "You know you're
hot... nothing wrong with that, just let yourself go,
don't worry about what you think is right or wrong.
I've learned to change all that thinking the last
couple of months or so."

"I think my sisters have too," she replied, sitting
there neatly.

"You are soo pretty Natalie," muttered George
truthfully. Would you go one more step and just lets
see you topless for a moment princess? please... "

He sounded so pitifully needful I could almost feel her
heart go out to him. She glanced across at me.

Words weren't necessary. I just nodded to her...
meaning really, "Whatever you're comfortable with
sweetheart."

I honestly never thought she'd do it, not my feisty
little Nat. Even as George looked on expectantly, she
just flipped her bra straps down her shoulders, reached
behind her and unhooked the clasp. In doing that of
course her breasts were most appealingly thrust
forward. Warwick was still glancing up between her legs
I noticed and for sure, praying for the opportunity to
touch her hot little knickers at the front there, where
all of us could see the indent of her pussy.
Interestingly, she made no attempt to close up her legs
as she slipped her bra off.

The three of us sat there open-mouthed as she dropped
her hands to her side and proudly displayed her
beautiful and majorly arousing breasts. Immediately I
was thinking of Kylie's "milk" and figuring just how
hot it would be having Natalie too in a state of
lactation.

Her lovely pronounced light brown nipples were we could
see, semi-erect as she sat there, knowing exactly what
effect she was having on the three of us.

"Touch them for us," Warwick managed to get out
hoarsely. It was probably the most intelligent thing he
ever said! As she just cupped her breasts and softly
caressed her nipples with her fingers, we heard her
moan softly. She closed her eyes momentarily as she
continued to fondle herself gently.

Warwick unzipped, you couldn't really blame him. As she
watched him pull his erection free, Natalie blushed but
just sat there, her hands at her side now, letting him
ogle her freely. In partial shock myself at seeing
Natalie expose herself so overtly in front of other
men, not to mention her father, I could but stare
myself at the alluring sight.

George whose erection, though covered up, was patently
obvious, just whispered to her, "Would you like to take
your skirt off too Natalie?" Again she glanced across
to me and I just kinda mouthed the words "Its OK
Natalie."

"Okay" doesn't exactly cover what she looked like
sitting there in just her panties – not by a long shot.
Warwick however had other things on his mind and
directly in front of her now, was masturbating without
any seeming inhibitions. Natalie was staring at his
hand as it slid up and down his erection, pretty much
past embarrassment I'd say – slipping further and
further into heat herself with each passing second.

"Masturbate with us sweetie," said George suddenly,
taking out his own erection and kneeling right beside
her on the bed. She could have reached out and touched
it if she had wished. Much as I wanted to join them I
just couldn't do it in front of Natalie right then. I
think she even wanted me to judging by the occasional
glances she threw my way.

A new sphere of home entertainment was entered upon
when Natalie slipped her own hand into her knickers and
began rubbing herself as she watched Warwick and
George's progress. Her moans were fully audible now and
the sight of her fingers thrust well up inside that hot
pussy as she pleasured herself in front of us, was the
ultimate arousal factor.

As she neared finality she began fondling her breasts
with her left hand, something I'm sure she has done in
the privacy of her own bedroom many a night. For us to
be able to watch it though was not only a privilege but
a turn-on par excellence.

Warwick was kneeling up now and in his last moments of
semi-control. Natalie just spread her legs further
directly in front of him, teasing him unmercifully and
pretty much inviting him to cum on her. He took the
hint and with a series of little grunts and gasps
including a couple of "Natalie you are soo hot," type
noises, he let fly – mainly across her knickers, some
smaller spurts falling on her upper thighs near her
hips.

Seeing him do this, brought Nat herself to the edge and
teasing her clit like crazy she came herself, her
pretty breasts and nipples jiggling as her entire body
came under the control of a seriously powerful orgasm.
George of course could hardly be expected to remain
cool, calm and collected with all this going on and
kneeling beside her, he jetted cum in an arc that
covered her breasts to her lap. She was one sticky
mess.

I was ready to rape and pillage – no questions asked.
But this was Natalie after all. Fucking Kylie and Jenna
was one thing, my eldest daughter was another kettle of
fish altogether. Something held me back for some
reason. It certainly wasn't desire!

The other two had her on her back in moments and
despite her half-hearted resistance, had no problems
rubbing their cum into her. George took control of her
chest area and began rubbing it in all over her
breasts, nipples and cleavage.

Warwick was more daring... rubbing his cum into her
thighs, lower abdomen and between her legs. As Natalie
began giggling and obviously enjoying their naughty
ministrations, Warwick took the bull by the horns I
noticed and gave her a few exploratory rubs right
across the front of her panties.

She half sat-up and cried out "Please don't, that's
naughty!" Made him do it all the harder! George soon
put a stop to any further objections simply by leaning
across her and placing his lips on her left nipple
began to suck her hard. Barely had she gotten out a
"Noooooo George," than the pleasure of that particular
sensation struck home and she began wriggling and
moaning with a passion. George sucked her harder still
as he fondled her other breast with his free hand.

Warwick following his lead, began to nuzzle Natalie's
pussy through her knickers – how gloriously sticky
would she have been in that general area? Again, she
tried to register her unwilling compliance by trying to
push him away but it took little application on
Warwick's part to overcome her basically non-existent
opposition. They really had her in seventh heaven
within seconds.

Pushing her further towards the center of the quilt,
Warwick put his hands beneath her bottom and holding
her there, nuzzled her so hard between her legs she
spread them close to one eighty degrees. He began
rubbing her pussy with earnest as George began sucking
her now like a greedy baby. Natalie was not only
moaning, she was pretty much 'transported.' It was only
a matter of time.

Whether she would ever have let them pull her panties
down is a moot point. So spread were her legs that
before she even had time to register either disapproval
or divine an awareness of what was about to happen,
Warwick got his cock between the gap in her panties and
slipped it in to her.

She did cry out, "Dad, are you going to let him rape
me?" but if anything sounded half-hearted, it was that.
Not ten seconds later and barely had he reached full
penetration, than Natalie was thrusting her own hips up
more than willingly as he began to fuck her like the
little slut she was emulating.

Watching this play-out right before me was so hot I
couldn't quite comprehend its reality. Way more
arousing than seeing either Kylie or Jenna getting
fucked for some reason, I was transfixed with the
sight. At one stage Natalie opened her eyes obviously
in the heat of passion, and looked across at me as
Warwick began fucking her without mercy. Her smile at
that second conveyed just how much pleasure she was
receiving and she was sharing it with me. Jesus Christ,
I knew I had to fuck her myself at that moment.

Whatever second orgasm Warwick was building-up to was
no third-rate little affair. He was thrusting up into
her harder than I have seen any girl getting it. The
effort was making them both sweat... Natalie's hair was
getting damp around her forehead and I could see
moisture around her cleavage as George continued to
suck her with a vengeance. As he reached his climax,
Warwick seized her hips, shaking violently as he
emptied his cream well up inside her. I could but stare
at the awesome sight. All Natalie could manage was
"Ohhhhhhhhh," Several of them in fact.

George must have read my mind. "Take her Noel, she
wants it as much as you do." He whispered to me as I
approached the bed.

Natalie was just lying there groaning in pleasure and
holding both hands on her pussy idly caressing it.
Oblivious to her exposed breasts and erect nipples she
just stared up at me.

"Can I?" was all I said to her. Her subsequent smile
destroyed any vestige of parental decency I may have
retained. I wanted her beyond anything on this planet.
Shedding my pants I just knelt there on the quilt and
began pulling her panties off. She made not the
slightest attempt to stop me. Before anything I had to
just take it all in... that wondrously hot naked little
body... her beautiful wet slit – so like the other two
and now leaking substantially with Warwick's cum.

"You are so beautiful sweetheart," I said to her, "I
hope you can forgive me for this later?" Another smile
and she raised her arms to me. I don't even remember
putting my cock into her – it was just suddenly there,
right to the hilt. For every thrust I made... she
fucked me back and within seconds I had her beneath me
totally submissive and totally uninhibited.

"Fuck me dad," she murmured, clutching me to her with
such urgency. Lowering my head I kissed her for the
first time. Someone hit the main-switch. Maybe I had
rendered low my stocks of cum with the Louise
experience, but seeing Natalie naked there and hearing
her begging me to fuck her, more than compensated for
any short-fall let me tell you.

As I reached my zenith, she clung to me, her legs
spread beyond the max as she just ground her hot and
ravaged little pussy against me. Her beautiful smile as
I filled her just spoke volumes. Even if I never did it
again with her it wouldn't have mattered. That
particular moment could never be repeated. Even as I
spurted it all up into her I felt her own orgasm take a
hold and her vaginal muscles clamped down hard as she
was taken to the end of the line... gasping and moaning
with outright pleasure.

I would forever remember this second. My eyes wandered
distractedly around the room. The half-empty glass of
water on the little bed-side table, that tiny nick in
the wallpaper just over the bedhead. The way Natalie's
soft hair was splayed out now on the quilt, the small
brown-framed print hanging over on the far wall just
off straight.

And then there was George.

Close to madness I would imagine, he had just seen one
of the world's prettiest and sexiest girls, one that he
obviously cared for himself, fucked silly by her own
father right in front of him. Even if it had been his
own idea, (and George is if nothing, ultimately
considerate!) how diabolically aroused must he be now?

I caught his glance and indicated with no more than a
single eye-movement, that he take my place. I so wanted
to see her fucked by him. He picked up on it and
crawled over to Natalie's prostrate body. Warwick had
recovered sufficiently meanwhile to be squatted on her
immediate left and was gently fondling her breasts as
she lay there, quite happy for him to be doing it. I
noticed that her nipples were still majorly erect. She
had to be white hot and ready for more.

George certainly had more to give her. Drawing her legs
up, he held them wide and I watched as he just pushed
hard into her. So wet was she, it just slipped in.
Quite obviously Natalie was not a virgin, it wasn't a
subject we had ever discussed. Still, being nineteen
and on to her third boyfriend (he who had just recently
bit the dust) such was hardly likely anyway.

George was just making sure!

With I think as much love for her as I felt myself, he
was fucking her deeply yet passionately. She wanted him
too I could tell. Letting go of her legs he held her to
him and began kissing her as he thrust into her. As she
wrapped her legs around him in total ecstasy evidently,
I felt such a wave of arousal I could have taken her
again... even assuming I had anything left to donate!

"Fuck her hot little cunt," muttered Warwick, pretty
much cut-out of the action by reason of their hugging.
Quite the inappropriate comment at that particular
second, but hey, we are talking about Warwick!

Natalie's whole body was shaking as George took her
into his own little Twilight Zone. Gasping, whimpering
and begging alternately, she was at the point of total
submission, her lovely hair jiggling around her
shoulders as he finally came in her, adding more white
magic to her semi-drowned pussy. Goo seeped out of her
as he withdrew and she just lay there, both hands
holding her slit, trying I think, to keep as much
inside as she could.

We didn't take her again, not for lack of interest I
stress but simply because she had had enough for a
while and we were in kinda a depleted stock condition
as you might imagine. What we did all do though was to
pull her under the covers with us and kiss and fondle
that beautiful hot little body for maybe twenty/thirty
minutes. Not with any intent of starting anything else,
just as a celebration I suppose of her sexy youth, her
life-force and to show her how much we really loved her
for what she had done and what she had given us. Most
of it was kissing, every square inch, you wanna believe
it!

My the time we got back downstairs it was to face the
inevitable, "Yeah and where have you been dad?" or
"Hey, Natalie's back guys and does she looked flushed!"
(she did too!) Lucky it was nibblies recess.

Had the opportunity to catch up with cute little Luane.
Quite like Michelle in temperament, she appeared to be
yet another in the long, long assembly line of hot
little girls in Jenna's grade for whom twenty minutes
alone would be to die for. Just the way she would shake
her head affectedly as she spoke about school and the
promise of those lovely little developing curves
beneath that flimsy top which was just begging to be
tossed away behind the nearest chair.

Don't even get me started on the mini-skirt. Her brown
hair cut slightly shorter than Jenna's, she was well
spoken, well groomed and altogether appealing in the
extreme. Tiny hands, even for a girl in her mid teens,
she just exuded virginal innocence with its unavoidably
high arousal factor in tow.

Not ten minutes into the two-way conversation and I
knew I wanted to have her on my own for a while – quite
a while! I sensed she would not resist any such
opportunity. We were still chatting about assignments,
future hopes and dreams, all the usual stuff, when her
father intervened.

"Noel, could I ask you a question?"

"Sure," I said, excusing myself. We walked into the
kitchen. I had the vaguest of expectant ideas forming.

"Well," he said obviously unsure of how to continue.
"Just talking with Warwick, Jer and a few others... You
think there's any chance of getting Natalie to go with
Kylie and Jenna upstairs? All three sisters together?"

[starfight]

14. Harper’s Bizzare

"What the hell am I doing?" I thought to myself as I
approached the girls, clustered as they were now in the
far corner, in a group which included George, Tanya,
Connor, Michelle and a couple of fathers I had yet to
meet. Supposedly looking for a reason to opt out of
these gatherings altogether, here I was about to try
and get all of them in deeper.

Natalie I noticed, appeared a total convert, standing
there chatting, with Connor's arm around her waist,
pretty much encircling her bottom and George's across
her shoulder, his hand but inches from her left breast.

"Hi dad," she said breezily as I approached.

"I need to chat to the three of you for a couple of
minutes," I said, taking them aside and making
apologies to the group.

"What is it dad?" asked Kylie looking a little
apprehensive.

"No real problem sweetheart," I reassured her, "I just
need to ask Natalie something and I wanted you two
here."

"Ohhh," she said, putting her hand to her mouth and
looking cheeky as all hell. "I bet I know what it is!"
Her older sister tossed her a glance.

"Well sweetie," I said, looking directly at Natalie,
"Em, this is kinda hard to explain, this being your
first party and all." Nat was staring at me somewhat
analytically now – something she does so well.

Kylie and Jenna were giggling themselves stupid at my
predicament.

"OK Nat, well it's like this." I winced. "In a few
minutes a bell will ring and everyone gathers in the
main lounge. Then, three girls are usually chosen, each
of which usually picks five men that they like and they
all go up to one of the bedrooms..."

Natalie cut me off. "What?? one girl and five men?" She
looked stunned. "Are you telling me that my sisters
have done this? Oh my God dad! I can't believe it...
each of them with five guys?"

"Hang on a moment Nat," I pleaded. "Hear me out!" She
clamped up.

"That's the point Natalie, no they haven't been forced
into that. besides, no girl has to agree to do it
anyway. Because you girls look so alike... everyone
thought Kylie and Jenna were twins... they asked us a
few weeks ago if they would agree to go up together,
like a double-team as such."

Natalie I could see, was paying very close attention.

"How many fathers went with them?" she asked.

"Just six," I replied. "Not like they had to handle
five each like the other girls do. And some of them are
way younger than you three!"

"Well, where do I come into it?" she asked in all
innocence.

"Well the fact is Nat," I hesitated, "Steve and the
guys asked me just now if you would join them... half
the guys here think you're all triplets anyway!"

I wasn't sure at that moment whether Natalie's
expression was one of disgust or subtle opportunity!

"Let me get this straight dad," she muttered. "You want
to know if I'll agree to go up to a bedroom with my two
sisters to get sexually assaulted by a group of men? Is
that what you're asking?"

"Go on Natalie," said Kylie. "It really is fun... no
one gets hurt and you don't have to do anything you
don't want." Jenna was vociferously backing her up.

Natalie was far from convinced. "What kind of stuff do
they want us to do?" she asked in all innocence.

"Hmmm well, use your imagination Nat," said Jenna
hopefully, "We usually have to get undressed... show
our boobs, stuff like that! Like, they expect us to do
more than just smile at them you know."

"Is that it?" replied Natalie. She looked across at
Kylie expectantly. "Nothing gross?"

"What do you mean by gross Natalie?" Kylie asked her
sister.

"Like sucking them off? Stuff like that?" She looked at
her two sisters who stared back at me for inspiration
most likely.

"Oh my God," she spluttered, "You do suck them?"

"Oh come on Nat, get real," Kylie broke in. "Guys do
like a blow job once in a while." Jenna was killing
herself laughing.

"Do we have to 'do it' too?" she asked in a subdued
tone.

"Look Natalie," I said, "You just have to do what the
guys ask you to do... could be anything but I won't let
them hurt you or anything like that. Like Jenna told
you, no-one is forced into anything sweetie. Its just
for half an hour, that's all!" I was going to add that
since she seemed more than happy "doing it" just now
with three men, I couldn't really see the problem.
Might not have been the thing to say in front of the
other two however.

She stood there for a moment, her sisters urging her to
come with them.

"So you will be there the whole time dad?" she asked at
last.

"Sure," I said. "Hardly going to leave my three
daughters unsupervised up there."

"Well OK then," she agreed, "Not saying I want to do
anything though!"

"Oh you will Nat," said Jenna giggling madly. Her
sister tossed her a withering glance.

Not a couple of minutes later but the first bell
sounded and everyone assembled in the lounge. Was it
crammed too!

I think the three girls collected every vote in the
place! One could sense the escalating tension, if not
anticipation. Not surprising when you consider this
would have to have been close to the pinnacle of any
male fantasy – three young sisters together in one
bedroom? Second and third choices went to Michelle and
a little frizzy-haired redhead respectively.

It being a condition of Natalie's involvement that I
went with my group as 'safety officer,' I was
regrettably unavailable for Michelle's little get-
together and if she was disappointed, I was close to
devastated. She was the one girl I would love to have
accompanied upstairs... albeit, preferably alone! She
blew me a kiss in recognition of my loss!

My girls, having at their disposal the option of six
men, collectively chose Jerry, Connor, Wayne, Brett ( a
newcomer), George and there being no accounting for
taste – Brad! The agonised groans from those who
missed-out were pitiful in the extreme with audible
suggestions that perhaps we could run two sessions?

I'm not sure if I mentioned it earlier, but given that
my three had dressed themselves in pretty much matching
outfits, heightened the 'triplets' imagery. There must
have been many in attendance who had no reason to doubt
that eventuality.

I would be lying to you if I said that watching the
three of them being shepherded up those stairs to the
main bedroom, six pairs of eyes locked on to their
curvy little rear-ends, didn't kick-start a few hot
flushes on my part. I imagine they had a few of their
own.

The main bedroom lived up to its name. Shame Steve was
voted off- limits to his own little den of iniquity. I
could see that enormous king-size bed being put to good
use. Obviously Kylie could as well – she gasped when
she saw it, though whether out of trepidation or
expectation I couldn't say!

George was the last one in. As he shut the door,
Natalie looked at him suspiciously!

"OK girls," said Wayne expectantly, "Down to your bras
and panties please!"

Jenna looked at Kylie and they both giggled, before
slipping their shoes off, unzipping their skirts and
wriggling out of them. Natalie at this stage had not
moved.

"You too Natalie," said Brad. She looked across at me
defiantly.

"C'mon sweetie," I said to her from across the room,
"Part of the deal. All girls have to comply with any
reasonable request."

I was so glad she didn't ask me what exactly
constituted a reasonable request. I might have found
that one hard to answer.

Although somewhat shocked I think by her sisters' ready
compliance and a little embarrassed seeing them
standing there in just their panties, arms above their
heads as they shucked off their tops, she tentatively
unzipped her own skirt and let it drop to the floor.
There was a definitely appreciative intake of breath as
the men (save George of course) saw her hot little
white knickers for the first time.

The three of them standing there in a neat row,
Natalie's 'virginal' white twin-set bra and panties
contrasted strikingly with the other two's matching
powder-blue briefs. Wayne and Brett had them all sit on
the edge of the bed.

"Ok Kylie," Jerry piped up, "You first sweetheart.
Stand up, take your bra off and show us your tits." Six
mens' eyes were immediately centered on that wispy
little piece of frilly blue material that stretched
across her breasts, accentuating that which it was
supposed to and promising just so much in the short
term.

Natalie looked up open-mouthed as her younger sister
got willingly to her feet, slid those hot little straps
down her shoulders before reaching around behind her to
unhook that second-last bastion of female modesty.
Wriggling out of her bra, she stood there hands at her
side, proud as she had every right to be of her
beautiful body.
Connor nailed it when he muttered. "Oh God!"

So stunned were they all by Kylie's topless
presentation, no one spoke for a moment.

"Ok Jenna," muttered Wayne, "You're up next!"

"No, hold on guys," interjected Brad. "Let's make it
interesting, Kylie – you take your sister's bra off for
us." Gotta hand it to him – that was interesting!

Giggling as she is just about 24/7 these days, Jenna
stood there while her sister slowly unhooked her bra
and let it fall to the floor. How hot did they look at
that moment – both with pretty much identically sized
and shaped breasts?

"Suck her tits Kylie," Brad proposed, his hand dropping
to his zip. Not a man to waste time obviously. This
time Natalie gasped as she sat there on the bed,
hugging herself rather demurely and watching her
sisters' compliant misbehavior. Neither girl was making
any attempt to cover up and simply the sight of Kylie
lowering her mouth to her sister's nipples was enough
to get the party started as it were.

"Up you get Natalie," encouraged Jerry, ""Suck your
little sister too."

"No way," she replied, folding her arms indignantly in
front of her.

"You don't like girls huh sweetie?" Jerry joked with
her. "That's OK, we do!"

So saying, he grabbed her hand and yanked her to her
feet. Before she knew where she was, he and Connor had
her sandwiched between them. Taking advantage of being
face-on to her, he began kissing her hard as Connor
wasted no time in slipping her bra straps down,
exposing her breasts to the point of her nipples.

"That's it Connor, get them out," Jerry muttered
between kisses. Natalie was quite obviously becoming
aroused by the men's attentions making no attempt to
stop either in their quite obviously lustful pursuits.

It was becoming a problem whether to watch that trio's
progress or to concentrate on Kylie, who having pushed
her sister to a sitting position back on the edge of
the bed, was kneeling between her legs sucking both
nipples as Jenna alternately gasped and whimpered in
pleasure, holding her sister's hair tight as she thrust
her breasts hard up against Kylie's mouth.

Wayne had made his choice and was standing directly
behind Kylie, his erection out and rubbing himself
furiously as he watched the performance close-up. He
would I realised also, have had a most arousing view of
Kylie's bottom as she leant forward to suck her
sister's nipples. It looked pretty damn good even from
where I stood.

A sudden "Ohhhh" diverted my attention. Connor was
getting naughty! Taking a hold of Natalie's knickers at
the top, he was beginning to pull them down. I noticed
her wriggling her hips... probably as much to get them
off as anything else I figured. In seconds, they joined
her bra near Jer's feet and she was just standing there
swaying, totally naked. Someone whistled.

Connor dropped to his knees and began kissing her
bottom which was anything but unpleasant to her,
judging by her pleading noises and deliberate reverse-
thrusting of her hot little rear end up into Connor's
face. I saw Jer drop his hand to her belly as he began
stroking her ever lower and together they soon had her
quite unhinged and beyond the "caring" stage.
Impressive stuff for someone "not interested in doing
anything!"

Across the way, Wayne was into fifth and not
surprisingly catalysed by the double-act in front of
him, let fly with a hot sticky stream that appeared to
etch a trail from somewhere near Kylie's hairline all
the way down her back to her panties. Having approached
the bed, I saw Jenna's eyes dilate with lust as he
spurted all over her sister kneeling there. Was doing a
fair old job on my own erection if the truth be known.

Newcomer Brett, a youngish dad in his late thirties I'd
say, neat dark hair and clean-cut features, was
evidently a tad reluctant to involve himself too early.
He appeared fascinated with what they were doing to
Natalie. With good reason too. Having pulled or pushed
her to the carpet, Connor now had her stretched out on
her back, her arms above her head as he took over
kissing detail.

Jerry had her legs apart and was assuming the role of
"Chief Missionary." Even from where I stood, it was
obvious his earlier finger-work had brought about a
high degree of self-lubrication as her slit was
glistening with readiness. He was ready too!

Both Jenna and Kylie, sticky as she was, took time out
to glance across at their sister in virtual disbelief,
as Jerry shoved it as far up her pussy as he was able.
Involuntarily spreading her own legs wide, Natalie
groaned with pleasure as he began to fuck her
unrestrainedly.

I think I heard Jenna mutter, "Oh My God," as she
watched the unfolding spectacle. I have to admit to
unzipping myself. Brett knelt down beside the trio and
as Connor continued fondling her right breast between
kissing her passionately, Brett began to gently nuzzle
her other breast which merely had Natalie moaning
louder at the new contact.

This was something I had never in my wildest dreams
expected to see – Natalie completely naked, being
fucked and felt-up by three guys at once.

Understandably over the red-line themselves, Brad and
George grabbed Kylie and Jenna respectively and spread-
eagled them across the bed. Brad tore Kylie's knickers
off in one movement while George didn't even bother
pulling Jenna's down. (I have a sneaking suspicion he
loves doing it to her with them on actually!) Side by
side almost, they took each of them pretty hard. Closer
to rape than anything affected previously, this was the
first time I had seen them seriously fucked on their
backs. I could get to like it.

Speaking of liking it... Kylie was moaning like a total
slut, her legs so spread, one was right across her
sister. Jenna was just holding George to her and
begging him to fuck her harder as she wriggled and
gasped beneath him. Both girls breasts being in
perpetual rippling motion at this stage, it was
becoming increasingly hard to hold on to my sanity. I
just had to hang on to something else.

Even before Brad and George had finished, Jerry had
jerked himself to a stand-still in Natalie and had been
replaced within seconds by Brett who it would appear
had a larger than normal delivery mechanism. Not that
this fazed Natalie at all, who besides mewling as he
pushed it into her, just lay back once more, knees wide
apart, while allowing Connor and Wayne to deal with her
breasts in as many indecent ways as they could dream
up.

Watching George fill Jenna's hot little pussy was the
thrill it always is. She just loves it... spreading
wide as he comes deep in her to ensure she doesn't miss
a drop. Having her knickers on is a plus as she can
hold more of the cum inside her. Kylie just smiles like
the Cheshire cat when she is being filled, usually
shaking her head from side to side for effect.

Not much in the way of tease or foreplay on offer this
session it seemed – just girls on heat and boys ready
to play!

I noticed Brad whispering something to Connor after
which both went across to Kylie and Jenna who were
sitting upright on the bed, following the other two's
withdrawal. They were asking the girls something I
really couldn't hear but which I was fully clued-up to
less than ten seconds later. If Natalie hadn't been so
caught-up in the moment trying to get every last
centimetre of Brett's outsize cock as far up inside her
as possible, I think she might have fainted.

Brad and Connor were both kneeling on the coverlet
fully unzipped, with Jenna running her hand up and down
Brad's erection doing wonders for his state of mind,
while Kylie crouched down between Connor's knees
sucking him just as hard as she knew how. The
expression on his face suggested she had perfected the
technique.

Jenna was letting nothing distract her, even to the
point of letting Brad fool around with her breasts,
fondling them, pulling her nipples every which way,
while she wanked him stupid. At that stage, Connor had
handfuls of Kylie's hair and was keeping her mouth on
full active duty. Both men were clearly vocalising
their feelings as to what the girls were doing to them.
It wasn't what you'd call a PG rated exchange either.

Brad got to pole position first and ordered Jenna to
take it in her mouth. I think I was leaking serious
chromosomal fluids myself, watching her get her hot
little mouth around the head of his cock as he jetted
it into her. Kylie had Connor crying out, "Ohhh
fuck..." as he redecorated her mouth, lips and cheeks.
She definitely made a friend with that performance!

Glancing around, it was obvious Brett had also just
come decisively, well up inside Natalie as he was
kneeling there, fully withdrawn but breathing heavily
and Nat was moaning most attractively, heeled over on
to her side now, both hands cupping and holding-on
tight to her stretched pussy.

A minor commotion on the bed distracted my attention.
Wayne, evidently too hot to take any more visuals, was
trying to coerce Jenna into getting up on her hands and
knees for him. Kylie was saying "Give her a rest
Wayne." Brad however was urging her to "Give him a turn
sweetheart." Either because she wanted more herself or
she just felt sorry for him, but Jenna then positioned
herself center-quilt, got down on her elbows and thrust
that hot little bottom up right in Wayne's face.

He wasted no time pulling her knickers down and having
gotten her completely naked like her sisters, was
confronted, as most of us could see, with one wet and
inviting little slit out of which was steadily
trickling sticky white cum down the inside of both
legs.

Her legs buckled slightly as he just pushed into her
forcefully but then as he took a hold of her hips and
began fucking her on full thrust, she began crying out
for it. Wriggling her hips, pushing back on him and
steadying herself with one hand, using the other to rub
and fondle her own breasts. Wayne built up to white-
heat in seconds.

"Jesus, you are soo fucking sexy Jenna," he muttered,
clearly at the gateway now. Jenna was openly shivering
by this stage most likely mid-orgasm herself. Even
Natalie had sat up and was watching her little sister
getting fucked stupid, her own expression priceless in
the extreme.

As Wayne totally let go, spraying whatever he had left
deep inside her, Jenna was almost sobbing with passion
and completely given over to the sensations rippling
through her. It was really quite awesome.

As Wayne withdrew, Kylie moved up beside her sister and
just hugged her. It was really both touching and very
arousing and right then, the last thing I needed, was
to be aroused further.

As Natalie started gathering up her bra and panties
Jerry leaned across and said to her, "May as well leave
them sweetheart, we'll only have to take them off you
again. Just stay nude like you are... way more fun!"

I had to agree. Seeing her naked in front of all those
guys was a major turn-on anyway. As if to prove his
point, he indicated to Brett and Connor to hold her
arms and kneeling down between her legs before she
could argue the point, he kissed her hard on the pussy
which I should imagine was as wet and sticky as
Jenna's. Natalie gasped and started to say, "Nooooo."

Holding her legs apart slightly Jerry began licking her
in earnest. Always been a passion with him – giving
girls oral! Whether or not this was a new experience
for Natalie I can't say. What I do know... she simply
began to whimper and lay back across Brett's lap as
Jerry doubled his effort, licking her hot little pussy
its full horizontal length.

At the point she began to raise her hips up to meet his
tongue while at the same time spreading her legs wide
to give him complete and total access, it was pretty
obvious she was well on the way to her own personal
Nirvana.

"Just let go sweetie," Connor encouraged her, idly
fondling her breasts as he spoke. Her eyes closed now,
she let the physical pleasure just roll over her as he
nuzzled, licked and stimulated her clitoris way beyond
the point of no return.

"That's right Nat... come for us," they whispered to
her. And did she!! It was a doozy and at its peak she
just let out a series of "ohhhhs" and clutched Jerry's
head to her as the pleasure took its toll. I so wanted
her at that moment. No sooner had the ripples died down
and her gasping having ceased, than Connor replaced
Jerry between her legs and he too began to lick her
voraciously.

"Oh God, no more," she pleaded. They weren't listening.
More or less a continuation of the same orgasm I
suspect, Connor had completed but half a dozen full-
length licks when she was given over to a new series of
hot little noises and hip wriggles. Wasn't helping
matters that Jerry was crouched alongside her sucking
her very erect nipples as she lay across Brett's lap
still. For his part, he was running his hands through
her hair, across her shoulders and down her sides. It
looked so damned sensual.

"Anyone got any specific requests?" Jerry enquired of
the group, who were spread around the room in various
levels of post-respiratory distress.

Trust Brad to respond first-up!

"Yeah, I want Jenna to put on just her panties and
skirt and come sit on my face." He said, looking across
to where she was sitting on the bed. He turned to me –
"That alright with you dad?"

I just shrugged. "If Jenna's OK with it, I guess," I
replied. I glanced at her and to be expected, she was
starting to giggle as she reached for her skirt, undies
and bra.

"Not the bra sweetie," Brad reminded her, "leave your
tits uncovered."

She tossed him the hottest little tease of a smile and
put the bra down. Most every male pair of eyes were
fixed on her, as she stood there tugging those tight
little blue panties up and zipping her skirt back on.
Wiggling her bottom for effect she got on to the bed
and crawled over to Brad who was on the far side, quite
near me. He would have had a red-hot view of her
breasts jiggling as she moved, as did I side-on.

The mood of expectancy was suddenly broken as Connor
and Jerry's treatment of Natalie's pussy and nipples
respectively, resulted in a cry of utter pleasured
release. I think that's when she fainted, not that this
interrupted their program of applied sexual therapy
any.

Brad, having gotten himself full length on the coverlet
and naked from the waist up, was pulling Jenna to him,
encouraging her to straddle his upper torso. Riding up
her thighs as she spread her legs for his total viewing
pleasure, that little skirt was simply the indecent
icing on the cake. The front of her panties could have
been no more than eight inches or so from his face at
this stage – I don't think he was even looking at her
tits.

He suddenly encircled her bottom with his hands and
cupping her cheeks, pulled her that last few inches
that had her literally sitting astride his chin. She
gasped as he nuzzled her right up front of the promised
land. Arching her back, it was obvious now the contact
was equally pleasing to her. Even as he let go of her
bottom and began fondling her breasts and pulling her
nipples, everyone could hear Jenna moaning and
generally misbehaving.

So radically hot was the scene, most every man there
was attending to his own needs while Kylie even, was
sitting between George and Wayne, her hand between her
legs, taking very good care of her clitoral area. Both
men I noticed, were manoeuvering themselves to
critically improve their view of Kylie's self-help
program.

"Hold them aside for me cutie." Brad whispered to
Jenna, coming up for air. She lost no time reaching
between her legs to comply and although none of us
could see it, Brad must have been staring down at that
moment, at the hottest and wettest little slit in the
land. He wasn't staring for long, and Jenna's wriggling
and upsized moans gave credence to the likelihood of
Brad's tongue coming prominently into play here.

Time was substantially in decline by now I figured,
although considering the use to which each of their
little bodies had been put, on a time versus energy-
expended chart, we're talking here a seriously upward
curve.

"Goddamn, just eleven minutes left," Brett announced in
abject horror, having glanced at his watch. "Don't know
about you guys, but I want to see their dad fucking
them."

I could have been up! (literally)

"Well, lets be realistic Brett," I said, "Three
girls... in er, ten minutes and forty eight seconds?
Not gonna happen. Besides, I'm pretty damn expended
right now... use the time yourselves. Why not put them
all in the shower?"

"Great idea," muttered Wayne, propelling Natalie to her
feet.

"I am not getting in a shower with my sisters," Nat
replied. "That's totally off!"

"C'mon Nat," said Jenna over her shoulder, giggling
between Brad's licks and squirming all over his face.
Was he getting his money's worth or what? "It's just a
shower... you don't want to go downstairs like you are
do you?"

"Hold it guys," It was Kylie, getting-up slowly. Jerry
and Connor were staring open-mouthed at her curvy
little bottom as she stood.

"I have to go to the bathroom first OK?" she said, two
hands clasped to her pussy like a little girl.

"Alright," called out Jerry. "Now we're talking.
Nothing sexier than to watch a girl 'trickling.'

Gross as the comment probably was, I have to admit to a
hot flush at the suggestion. Not having seen any of
them thus perform 'live' as it were, since they were
four or five, the concept was far from disgusting.
Kylie it seemed had other ideas!

"What did you say??" she gasped, looking across at
Jerry, "You want to see me pee? No way!"

"Oh you're soo sick Jerry," was Natalie's contribution.

"Well why not?" Jerry persisted. "C'mon Kylie, you let
us undress you, fuck you... all kinds of stuff. What's
the problem? It's just a bit of fun!"

Before she could reply, Jenna fired off an, "I dare you
Kyles," just as she let go of her panties and
extricated herself from Brad's face. He gave her bottom
a spank to be going on with as she clambered off him
which drew a yelp of surprise.

Whether or not Kylie might ever have had some smart
come-back for Jerry became then a moot point as the one
thing she could never ignore was a dare.

"Oh, so you dare me Jenna? OK, so if I do it, will you
as well?" She glowered at her sister.

"I don't need to go to the bathroom Kylie," she replied
smirking.

"Hey Jenna," Wayne interceded, "Be a sport, if your
sister does it, at least sit on the seat and try..."
Jenna slung him a hot little glance and giggled. She
looked across at Natalie.

"Don't even think of asking me," she warned.

Kylie was heading for the bathroom, eagerly followed by
her entourage.

Though I must confess, not one of my on-going
fantasies, I have always thought a girl seated on a
toilet, quite cute within the hierarchy of sexual
images. To see one thus placed, naked additionally, not
to mention your own daughter to boot, is a reality
another level up.

Although visibly blushing, Kylie sat there just so
neatly somehow, her legs spread sufficiently to view
proceedings and as she let go with her golden trickle,
it was no surprise to hear Jenna gasp at her sister's
predicament. Obviously a sign of the scene's drawing
power, but for once, Jenna stood huddled up between
Brad and Connor with neither making any attempt to do
anything to her.

Clutching a wad of tissue-paper in her left hand, she
daintily patted the lower extremities of her pussy as
she finished.

"Damn, that is sooo hot," muttered Jerry. He wasn't far
wrong either.

"You're up Jenna," someone called out.

Far from showing any reluctance to participate, Jenna
followed her sister on to the seat. Having slipped off
her panties and divesting herself of her tiny skirt,
she seemed fully at ease being totally naked. Leaning
forward, she gave everyone a stunning view of her hot
little breasts as she wriggled herself comfortable.

Either she had been lying or her assessment of her
bladder-control was skewed, but in contrast to her
sister's performance, Jenna positively gushed forth her
own golden reservoir. Watching her thus relieve herself
drew gasps of unbridled pleasure from the small
audience. Brad being Brad, volunteered his patting and
cleansing services at the conclusion of the
performance. Incredibly, Jenna let him. He took his
time! Now that was hot!

The next couple of minutes saw action of a different
sort as George and Brett started to run the shower for
them. Once at optimum temperature flow, Jenna and Kylie
were herded beneath the steaming cascade. Natalie put
up a brave resistance, both physical and vocal, but
ultimately was no match for the combined ergonomic
performance of Jerry, Brad and Connor who bundled her
in with her sisters and pushed shut the glass door.
They figured it was worth getting majorly drenched for.

This was probably the hottest and most arousing
sequence of the entire thirty minute interlude. Just
seeing Natalie's expression as she watched Kylie
rubbing that soft soapy sponge across her younger
sister's breasts and nipples was worth being born for.
The shower receptacle, being barely large enough for
the three of them to move about unrestrictedly, Natalie
found herself imminently with one sister in front of
her and the other behind her.

Whilst dialog as such was hard to make out... gasping
wasn't. At the point that both Kylie and Jenna began
soaping up their sister concurrently, Natalie suddenly
found herself midway between outraged indecency and
outright pleasure. With Jenna using the sponge to great
effect on her breasts before passing it to Kylie who
attended to her back and cute little rear-end, Natalie
was ultimately a lost-cause. Just how many times each
was kissed (and not only on their lips, be it known) by
their sisters... became arguable. It was a lot!

Brad (who wanted to get in with them), Wayne, Brett and
Jerry all were wanking themselves stupid by this stage.
Only George and Connor maintained their dignity and
were obviously more taken up with the sheer wonder and
poetic sexual freedom of the scene before them.

How utterly beautiful did the three of them look as
they got out, flushed, nude and dripping.

There was of course two men for each girl. Brad and
Jerry pulled Kylie aside with a couple of large towels.
Connor and Wayne huddled Jenna into a bathrobe, while
George and Brett tugged Natalie off to the bedroom.

Even as they finished towelling the girls dry, the bell
sounded downstairs. Having then to dress each in their
bras and knickers one sensed that had it been a saloon-
bar the Publican would have been calling out "Last
grope Gentleman!"

In truth, for all the caressing and intentional re-
adjusting of their bra-straps and panties, the girls
found themselves being kissed more than anything else.

Dressed now and shaking their lovely hair like wet
mermaids, Jerry summed it up for everyone present when
he said,

"Oh, God guys, we have to do this again and I don't
mean at one of these parties either. How much fun could
we all have at a weekend away somewhere?" Just glancing
at my three, it was obvious there would be no
reluctance on their part. Jerry glanced at me
expectantly.

"Hey guys," I said, "What is this? A "let's borrow your
daughters for some fun" deal? Just because I'm the only
dad with three of them doesn't mean their for hire??"

"No-one meant that Noel," Jer was back-pedalling. "Its
just that your three... well there's no other way of
putting it – they're just soo damn hot and sexy!" I saw
Jenna grinning as she towelled her hair dry.

"Well, lets just think about this huh? Least, let me
think about it OK?" It wasn't what they wanted to hear
but they accepted my argument.

We left it at that, and headed for the stair-well.

Upon descending to the lounge room, most every eye was
on the 'triplets' and you could sense the unspoken
question in their glances... "Wonder what they got up
to?"

Larissa met me at the bottom of the stairs.

"Did it go OK Noel? Are they all alright?" she asked.

I didn't have the heart to tell her that I figured they
could have seen out another two or three hours without
complaint. I just said, "Yeah Larissa, they're fine."

Damn. You only had to look at them to know that!

It behooves me not to chronicle the remainder of the
afternoon's activities as we did not stay for the
concluding performances and the majority of time was
spent (at least from our family perspective) in social
rather than sexual participation. Put simply. I figured
they'd had enough for one day!

There was a definite need for all of us to discuss
'direction' here and this is what I had planned, for
our homecoming.

It's not necessarily what happened!

[evilroomba]

phenomenally written so far, can't wait for more!

[starfight]

15. Harper Valley Angels

Mick Jagger may once have had difficulty in obtaining
some degree of "Satisfaction." That certainly hadn't
been my problem. More a case of heading up towards my
"Nineteenth Nervous Breakdown." Nothing can be for ever
though and the events of the past few weeks are
bringing us inexorably to some sort of closure.
Incredible though all this has been, I needed my life
back in order and my daughters' back on track.

It started a few days after Steve's second party. Both
Kylie and Jenna were spending more and more time in
each other's room. Natalie even was becoming a frequent
visitor to one or the other and the level of communal
giggling was clearly betraying their increasingly
shared sexual indulgencies. Whilst common-sense
dictated I keep myself at arms' length, other areas of
my anatomy were willing an imminent participation,
which came to a head as it were, the night Natalie
called down to me, "Dad, would you come up here for a
moment please."

Rather than detail the ins and outs of that preliminary
four-way tag-team event, let me merely make the point,
that what went down that night was way outside the
scope of the Kinsey Report. Only the imminent return of
my son around 11 pm. averted the potential for
untreatable, though shared skin damage. As it was, all
of us were in need of some major tlc - the girls, top
and bottom. Sexual excesses of this nature beget yet
more carnal indulgence.

One becomes desensitised, fully uninhibited and as far
as Kylie at least was concerned, just plain insatiable.
Schoolgirls perhaps, what I was seeing though was a
growing dependence on our family interplay and a
preference all round it seemed for unhinged sexual
involvement. To put it crudely, all three were more
than happy to be fucked senseless in front of each
other and with a growing need for concurrent
participating sibling involvement.

Be that as it may, a short time later I had worse
things to worry about. The Wednesday following for
example! Winging my way to the school bus-bay to pick
up both girls as I have done for the last God-knows how
many years, I was puzzled when only Jenna appeared to
be standing there waiting.

"Where's your sister?" I asked, presuming she had
either gotten a lift with one of her friends, as she
occasionally has, or had stayed back for sports
practice.

"Ohh, not sure dad," Jenna replied as we swung into the
exit lane - behind the other two hundred parents' cars.
She didn't sound too convincing and seemed to be
avoiding direct eye-contact which was quite unlike her.
I knew immediately something was up. They both have
cell phones so obviously they would have been talking
at some stage.

"C'mon Jenna," I said, "You're holding out on me."

She was looking increasingly uncomfortable in her
enforced silence. Even so, sitting hunched up there in
the seat beside me, her shortish uniform revealing
sufficient young leg to be providing more than enough
of an arousal factor. I was thinking all the wrong
things in all the right places.

At the next corner she just looked across at me and
visibly unsure of how to continue, simply said.

"Oh dad, you're going to be soo mad!" I suspected that
much already.

"She's at Jerry's place dad. She didn't want you to
know." How I avoided a rear-end collision I don't know.
I swung off into the first side-street!

"What do you mean, she's at Jerry's place?" I killed
the motor. "You'd better tell me the whole story
Jenna," I said, "Real quick!"

Between nervous glances and agitated hand movements I
got the gist of it. It wasn't good! Seems Jerry had
been calling her once in a while and asking if she'd
like to "trade a day's school" for a little "fun," much
the same as I heard him and Brad offer her that day in
the Pleasure Dome. Up until today, and I was prepared
to believe Jenna on this point, she had declined the
invite.

He had even apparently extended the offer to include
both of them, trooper that he is, not that Jenna was
interested in taking him up on the offer it seems. I
should be thankful for small mercies. Apparently Jerry
had called the previous evening and pleaded with her to
"just be naughty" for one day and Kylie had cracked.
The deal had been apparently that he would pick her up
just after I dropped them both of them off, then take
her back to school late afternoon in time for me to
pick both girls up - me supposedly none the wiser!

"So why isn't she here now Jenna?" I asked, probably
able to guess the answer.

"You've spoken to her haven't you?" I added, seeing as
no immediate reply was forthcoming.

She hesitated, "You're going to be really mad now," she
half-whispered, before continuing on. "But I guess
you'll find out anyway. She text-messaged me just after
recess... Brad went over there too."

"God Jenna, are you serious?" I snapped. "You're
telling me she's been in that house with both of them
all day?"

Jenna looked mortified. "I'm sorry," she muttered. "I
should have told you shouldn't I?"

"Yes sweetheart," I replied, hastily restarting the
motor. "You should. Fact is though, Kylie should have
known better herself. She should never have gone there
alone. She's only sixteen...and with two adult men who
should have more sense themselves. Let's just go get
her shall we?"

Even as I changed into fourth, I was seeing her sitting
alongside Jerry that morning and hearing her giggle as
he doubtless slipped a hand up under her uniform and
between her legs as he drove home. I wondered if she
had worn her sexy little white cotton school knickers
or slipped on a hot black g-string for him. Either way
she would have had him so hard. As for Brad's
involvement, I was prepared now for everything, from
pregnancy to aggravated rape... if not both!

As I mentioned, Jerry's house is barely ten minutes
from our place. Pulling up outside, I saw Brad's
Wrangler and Jerry's Previa in the driveway. The latter
bringing to mind immediately, recalled images of Kylie
on her knees in the back that night, while Jerry and I
took our pleasures with her as we waited for Michelle
to get home (as was succinctly described in the
unpublished but marginally distributed eleventh HV
episode) There really was no escaping the fact that now
in hindsight, this current situation was totally my own
fault.

Knocking, procured not the slightest response. Jenna
pulled out her cell.

"No, don't call her Jenna," I said, We'll go round the
back. "Hey, maybe you should wait in the car
sweetheart." I added, having second thoughts.

"No way dad," she muttered, "She's my sister you know."
She had a point.

As expected, the rear door to the kitchen was open and
we let ourselves in. Judging by the washing-up still in
the racks, the residents had had other things occupying
their attentions it would seem. Some indistinct dialog
was audible which was obviously coming from upstairs.
Jenna and I glanced at each other - both unsurprised I
imagine. Making our way to Jerry's bedroom we paused
before entering. Clearly Kylie was still alive at
least, judging by several girlish "Oh, ohh, ohhh's"
headed our way.

Trying to figure the best way to handle our entrance,
no plan was readily forming. Stuff it, I just shoved
the door open.

Never having fainted outright in my life, this was as
close as ever I came. To doing it. Jenna made some
half-choking sounds as her hand flew to her mouth.

It wasn't just the fact that Kylie, her back to us, was
seated on a small wicker-chair between the bed and the
mirrored built-ins, her arms and wrists bound tightly
behind her. It wasn't the fact that her crumpled
uniform being pushed way up beyond her hips and
unzipped at the back right the way to her bottom,
afforded her less than no modesty.

Her white knickers and bra I noticed were still lying
on the bed, where someone had apparently gotten them
off her pretty damn quick. I could even live with the
fact that Brad and Jerry were holding her legs wide
apart as they groped and fondled both her breasts with
quite obvious relish.

No, what drained entirely the color from my face, was
Warwick right up there between her legs fucking her...
make that raping her, like there was no tomorrow. Steve
wanking himself to kingdom-come, his outsize manhood
angled directly at her face while Connor of all people
was crouched down alongside Jerry, busily engaged
seeing just how far under her bottom he could slip his
hands and with a particular locale in mind I imagine.

Such were her restraints that one could not immediately
tell whether Kylie was a willing participant although I
had the impression that wide as her legs were being
held - she could probably have gotten them wider.

The ponderance was swiftly laid to rest seconds later,
as between several barely conscious "Ohh... ohhhh's!"
we both suddenly heard her quite audibly plead, "Fuck
me... Oh fuck me," her pretty hair jiggling around her
shoulders as Warwick rode out his final seconds.

That he and Jerry had seen us entering the room was
beyond question. There was simply no stopping a fully
loaded freight train without brakes.

In the seconds following our entry, Warwick consummated
the act by spurting whatever it was he had left, as far
up inside her reproductive system as he was able. To
judge by his demeanor he was finding the experience
much to his liking. Steve too had worked himself into
sufficient a frenzy to unload a quantity of his best
vintage across Kylie's face and breasts, least such
that were exposed between the on-going groping session.

"I trust you all have an explanation for this?" was all
I could think to say. If the truth be known, the sight
before us was not without a certain arousal-factor.

"Jesus Christ," said Brad, spinning one eighty degrees
and backing off from the chair like it was an uninvited
leper. Kylie herself jerked her head round and seeing
us both standing by the door, managed a combination
blush, gasp and yelp. Her expression was one of
cringing embarrassment. Closing up her legs, all she
could get out was "Ohhh dad!" Glistening cum ran the
length of her cheek I noticed, seemingly following the
trajectory of an earlier ten-gun salute, to judge by
the tell-tale stains on both her forehead and other
cheek.

"God," muttered Connor, his two hands swiftly withdrawn
from beneath my daughter's hot little rear-end.

"Close," I said, then looking at Jerry, "Yeah now about
that explanation?"

"I-it's not like it seems Noel," he stammered. "We have
done nothing she wasn't agreeable to."

I paused...

"So she asked you to tie her up Jer?....and to get your
friends down too... right?"

He looked mortified. I walked over and began undoing
the rope. Close-too I could see the full result of
their frenetic activities. It was not only her face
bore streaks of dried cum. Her breasts, lower abdomen,
thighs - even her back, bore witness to the multiple
seminal sprayings she had been subjected to. Finger
marks the length of her thighs and across her breasts
further enhanced the images of their five-way carnal
interaction.

"I give you my word Noel, she let us. Jerry was saying.
"We asked her if we could. This morning, after she said
Brad could come over, I asked if she'd let the other
three come as well. It's the truth."

I looked down at Kylie who having zipped her uniform
back up and tugging her dress down, was just sitting
there rubbing her wrists. So hot did she look at that
second, small breasts clearly visible down her top, and
especially with the knowledge she was sans underwear, I
could have taken her myself.

"Dad, I'm so sorry, I know I shouldn't have come here."
She was looking up at me. "I did say they could tie me
up though and they haven't hurt me or done anything I
didn't want. It's my fault too I didn't get back to
school at 3.00 pm. I just kinda lost track of the
time."

That, I could well believe. I had to admit one thing,
that despite whatever had come to pass the last few
hours in Jerry's place, Kylie was certainly looking
agreeably healthy!

Jenna had come across now and was kneeling there
holding her sister's hand. I would have expected
slightly more decorum under the circumstances but give
Brad his due...he is a committed child molester.

"Hey Jenna," He called out. "You wanna come here and
sit with us on the bed for a few minutes while your
sister gets herself ready?....if that's OK with your
dad of course."

I was about to say "Go fuck yourself Brad," when I
caught Jenna's expression. A cross between "Ohhh that's
naughty" and "Can I dad?" I knew she was up for
it....and God, did I want to see that?

Seating myself in the one spare chair over by Jerry's
desk, I motioned to Kylie to come and sit on my lap.
Jenna was sidling over to the bed where all five of
them were now crouched like hyenas on heat. They made a
space for her in the middle.

Clambering on to the bed, her hot little bottom
presented momentarily, a rather appealing image of
youthful sexuality. Steve must have thought much the
same thing as he gave it a light swat with this hand.
The brief contact with her bottom was just sufficient
to cause her skirt to flip upwards, displaying her
light blue knickers to all and sundry. Jenna yelped and
turned her head to Brad admonishing him in as
flirtatious a manner as she could muster. I hugged
Kylie as she sat with her back to me on my lap.

Across the way, Connor was waving Kylie's knickers and
bra in Jenna's face. "See? your sister let us take hers
off Jenna...You wanna be a good girl and let us do the
same with yours?" Warwick was already kissing her as
they drew her up between them all. Never had I gotten
so hard so quickly. This fact was not lost on Kylie it
seems, who just giggled softly, turned her head to me
and muttered, "Dad!!!"

"Nooooo" Jenna responded. "You just asked me to sit
with you." Goddamn she's such a fully-fledged tease
these days!

"Well how about you just show us your knickers for a
second then?" asked Connor, quite obviously availing
himself of the reasonably good viewing angle down her
top, three-quarters buttoned up as it was.

"OK just for a moment then," she giggled, before taking
hold of the hem of her school dress and yanking it
upwards for perhaps three seconds. In that time I would
imagine, all five of them were rendered completely
rigid...always assuming they weren't already. Taking-in
that briefly exposed but exquisitely arousing view up
between the legs, of my youngest daughter's little blue
frillies, my hands were understandably inching towards
Kylie's lap.

"Show us your bra now sweetheart," said Warwick, one
hand already heading towards his groin. "Don't be shy
honey, we've been looking at what your sister keeps in
hers all afternoon." They all guffawed.

Blushing imperceptibly, she reached-up and began
undoing her top few buttons. The suspense was killing
everyone.

Shyly then letting her top gape open, her flimsy little
matching blue bra - little more than a crop-top really
-was revealed to all comers. Entranced myself and
concurrently nuzzling Kylie's neck, my right hand
slipped beneath the hem of her uniform, moving ever
upwards. The insides of her sleek thighs were aflame,
or was it my burgeoning lust? I really couldn't tell.
As I reached that which I sought, she wriggled on my
lap, pushing back into my chest while her legs parted
to accommodate my fingers as they worked their way
between her thighs and through her rather dainty pubic
hair, soft and curly as it was.

"Just be gentle dad," she whispered, snuggling against
me and looking up as she spoke. "I'm a bit sore down
there."

"Oh, do tell," I responded. "How many times did they
fuck you sweetheart?"

"A lot," she giggled, before glancing back towards her
younger sister.

Over on the bed, things were hotting up - and fast!
Warwick and Steve, obviously less than satisfied with a
quick tease, had Jenna's zip down at the back and
despite her best struggles and gasps of "Nooo, don't
strip me," were slipping her arms out of her uniform.
The more she wriggled around the hotter she was making
them all.

"Mmmmmm," said Warwick slipping one hand down inside
her bra. "We really need to get these out I think."
Steve it would seem, needed no further prompting and as
he finally got the clasp unhooked behind her, Connor
reached up and pulled the tiny little bra down at the
front. They had her arms out in a flash. The sight of
Jenna's pert breasts as they slid into view pushed me
completely into the Twilight Zone. With two fingers
well up inside Kylie's pussy, sore or not, I had her
fuse well and truly lit.

Across the way, Jerry and Steve had Jenna pretty well
on her back while Connor and Brad had her school dress
up around her waist and were in the process of pulling
her panties down - while she begged them half-heartedly
to desist, courtesy of one of her best "please don't
even think of stopping" appeals.

"Sit on my lap facing me Kylie," I mumbled hoarsely. It
was the work of but a second to get her thus angled.
Hastily unbuttoning her dress I leaned forward and
kissed her breasts which merely served to throw the
turbo switch. She was moaning even at this stage and as
I gently began to suckle her I had another shock. The
milkiest of fluids began to seep from her nipples,
evidence if such be needed, that they must all have
been sucking her pretty hard for several hours.

She wasn't fully lactating obviously, but what had
appeared to be the onset of pre-milk-flow some weeks
earlier was now clearly at the next stage. Certainly
her breasts were fuller and more rounded than they had
been even a month or two ago. These physical changes in
so young a girl simply hot-wired my senses. Perhaps the
extra-curricular night-time activity with her two
sisters of late had contributed in part to this
phenomenon.

Extracting my erection as I suckled her, I pulled her
to me until I felt the head begin to penetrate her
labia. I was both shocked and aroused to feel copious
amounts of semen trickling out of her as I very gently
eased my way inside. I felt her wince a couple of times
but drawing down on her nipples had the desired effect
and she clung to me. I kissed her and told her how much
I loved and wanted her. In that moment she was as much
my ethereally desirable lover as she was my daughter.
Contrary to accepted social dictates - there is a point
on that event-horizon when those twin identities can
briefly blur the line between fantasy and reality.

Jenna's world meanwhile was one of tortuous pleasure,
although at that particular moment she would doubtless
have been the last to admit it. Brad had her knickers
completely down now, her right leg free of them as they
clung rather alluringly to her left ankle. Her small
triangle of dark hair - cute'n curly like her sister's
- was now fully exposed to the men, two of whom were
taking the opportunity to fondle her between her legs.

Steve and Warwick, both of whom have an inarguable
fixation with young girls' breasts, were rubbing and
groping Jenna's for all they were worth. Wriggling
enticingly as she was held down, she found herself now
in precisely the same sartorial condition as her sister
had been but minutes earlier. Clad only in her
crumpled-up outer uniform, completely exposed above and
below the waist with merely the suggestion of being
dressed.

Connor I noted, from what I could see at least around
Kylie's shoulders, was obviously becoming emotionally
inflamed by the scene before him, seeing as he had
begun to kiss Jenna on the lips with what appeared to
be unrestrained passion. Just seeing her put her arms
up around his shoulders totally did it for me.

If Kylie was moaning, I couldn't hear it above my own
heart-beat. There was nothing but a red-mist. I knew I
was holding her tightly around the bottom and that
however hard I was thrusting up inside her, it wasn't
enough for either of us. Someone made the point in our
direction "Fuck her harder Noel - God, is that hot or
what? " but then another voice - a young girl's, came
to me from the inner depths of this raging
turmoil......"I love you daddy!"

For an instant I just gazed down at the openly aroused,
emotionally involved and sexually gifted teenage dream
that was the uniquely beautiful daughter on my lap and
without any further effort, came so heavily in her I
know she felt it, even as my sperm sprayed her inner
cavity. I held her to me, making no attempts to
extricate my erection, as she just lay her head on my
shoulder and whimpered quietly.

Jenna wasn't whimpering! She wasn't able to! The
tableau on the bed was a seething mass of erotic
degeneracy. Jerry had his cock so far up my daughter it
was line-ball as to whose pleasure was the greatest. He
was aided in this venture by having Brad and Connor
holding her legs impressively wide while Steve and
Warwick were both playing with and sucking her hot
little jiggling breasts as they wanked themselves to
Paradise. All within reach, were taking turns kissing
her.

"Fuck Jenna, you're just getting sexier by the minute,"
muttered Jerry as he quite obviously came in her big-
time. Her lower abdomen I could see was fairly rippling
as he filled her tight little pussy, indicative most
likely of her own orgasm coming to fruition on-site.

They let go of her and Jenna just lay there, the
ultimately contended Cheshire cat, not even bothering
to close up her legs. She simply held her pussy tight
with both hands as she struggled for breath. Both
Warwick and Steve I could see, had spurted a heap of
'white lightning' across both her nipples. Steve was
idly rubbing his contribution into her left breast as I
watched.

"God Noel," said Brad, "Your daughters are just un-
real. I hope you don't mind me saying this, but if only
Natalie was here too." I was thinking the same thing
myself!

"Can we just tie her up for a few minutes?" broke my
post-orgasmic contemplation. It was Brad (of course)
Jenna half sat up, pulling her crumpled uniform down as
she did do. "Nooooooo, not that ," she pleaded. I had
to see it, and nodded my acquiescence. Kylie had turned
herself around and was sitting with her back to me
again, obviously wanting to watch her little sister's
fate.

"C'mon dad," Jenna half-giggled. "This is really
naughty!"

Before she had time to launch any major offensive,
Steve had her arms pinioned behind her back whilst
Warwick, retrieving the rope from the floor, handed it
to Connor. They had her restrained in seconds.

If you have never had the opportunity of either seeing,
let alone taking part in any sexual activity with a
girl whose hands are firmly tied behind her, then your
education is sadly lacking my friend. The sheer
vulnerability of a young girl thus bound, her breasts
and most everything else at the mercy of her captors,
is a turn-on par excellence...as much for the girl
herself I can safely vouch!

Dragging her off the bed, they sat her in the chair,
her wrists wedged securely behind the high back.
Surrounded by all five men, she gasped as Jerry knelt
down and began pushing her dress back up towards hip
level once more. Even with her legs clasped together we
could all see the top of her pubic hair with its depth
of ready promise.

As Jerry began spreading her legs, Warwick's semen-cum-
lately could be seen seeping out of her pussy and
running down the inside of her thighs. Connor and Brad
meanwhile, responding to Steve's quite vocal demands of
"Lets see her tits guys," had pulled the top of her
uniform apart and were simply gazing at her exposed
little breasts, heaving as they were from anticipation
I imagine.

Being fully unable to defend herself or indeed prevent
any aspect of her body being viewed, fondled or
indecently dealt-with, Jenna simply had to put up with
it. You can understand too, that simply looking wasn't
entirely satisfying for those present.

"I've just got to fuck her," announced Brad to no-one
in particular. Poor Jenna could but watch as with
Warwick and Steve holding her legs wide apart, Brad
stationed himself between her thighs and experimentally
rubbed the head of his erection the full length of her
still-dripping slit. Her gasps this time were
considerably more meaningful and as he slipped in to
her a few centimetres, she began shaking her head from
side to side - the very image of an imminent rape
victim.

"C'mon Jenna," he said, you love it! Following which he
pushed in to her right to the hilt. Jenna's eyes opened
wide - she barely noticed Connor lowering his mouth to
her right nipple which he then engaged with his lips
and began sucking greedily. Kylie and I noticed though!
Although shocked by her sister's predicament, her own
hand was inching its way between her legs. Mine had
found her breasts meanwhile and I was finding the
sensation of rubbing her nipples between my thumbs and
forefinger almost as arousing as she was!

As Brad began fucking her in earnest, Connor and Jerry
tipped the chair backwards a few degrees which had the
effect of raising her hips slightly as well as making
penetration both easier and deeper. Brad was pretty
much drooling now as he unwound his pent-up energies
within her tiny frame. So far gone was Jenna at that
stage, they had no need of holding her legs apart and
her predictable requests to be "fucked harder"
certainly didn't go unanswered. It was over very
quickly and as Brad pulled out, he leaned forward and
kissed her on the lips.

"I've said it before sweetheart, and I'll say it
again," he was breathing with inordinate difficulty.
"You and your sisters are the hottest little girls on
this here planet. Your father has to be the luckiest
guy!"

Almost moved by this outpouring, I was just relishing
the supremely enjoyable feel of Kylie's young bottom on
my knees when Connor whisked his ass around in front of
Jenna and before anyone much could speak, took out his
impressively crafted erection and thrust it straight up
into her. I had never seen him acting so forcefully.
This was pure animal. Jenna was reduced to little cries
and whimpers as he fucked her unmercifully in front of
all of us.

Straining to get a handle on this awesome sight
unravelling just a few feet from where we sat, Kylie
too was equally stunned......well, up until the point
that Steve came over, pulled her hand out from between
her legs and set in motion his own little rape session,
even as she sat on my lap.

Under normal circumstances of course I would have
jacked-up about this little development but these were
far from "normal circumstances." What we had here were
two young schoolgirls completely on heat (sore as one
of them was) and wanting to be fucked
insensible......though I would have thought Kylie had
already achieved that status.

With Jenna literally crying out in passion as Connor
showed her what can happen to naughty little teases
when they insist on spreading their legs, Kylie was
reduced to grunts and "Ohhh's" as Steve took her apart,
coming well inside her within seconds.

A strange silence ensued as the smell of animalistic
sex pervaded every corner of that room. Both Kylie and
Jenna were panting, their faces flushed and acutely
attractive in their post orgasmic state. Although
Warwick was wanting his turn with Jenna (as was I)...by
general consensus she had definitely had enough. Kylie
was simply clutching her pussy and moaning softly as I
held her to me.

They untied Jenna and both girls were handed back their
bras and knickers. Watching them put those back on was
sheer torture I should add and God, I have seen it so
often now, you would think I would be feeling blasé at
the sight. It's just getting worse. The uniforms don't
help either!

Luckily no-one else was yet back when we got home.
Upstairs, I had Kylie undress, at which time the full
extent of her day's involvement was patently obvious.
Almost bruised... her breasts were red and splotchy and
bore still, evidence of much gratuitous fondling.

She didn't want to talk about her fading-red bottom,
but quite obviously there had been some in-depth
spanking transacted on that hot little rear-end and
without the protection of any knickers I would say. As
for her pussy, it looked exactly what it was... fucked
stupid! Her labia were swollen and the skin puffy well
up into her pubic hair. Definitely time for a long hot
shower - and handfuls of soothing cream. Courtesy of my
hands of course.

Jenna was fine. Wanting me to fuck her silly obviously
while Kylie was in the shower which as it so happened
correlated exactly with my own plans. She is such a
delightful little tease!

So yeah, we were a tad late getting dinner that evening
and this was but the beginning of both the most active
phase of the entire Harper Valley interlude as such, as
well as the onset of closure, in terms of a return to
normal family life.

[starfight]

16. They shoot Hussies don’t they

Someone once said, "To brave new frontiers is to unlock
the doorway to the unknown." Actually I'll be honest -
no-one said that, but I figure it rather summarises the
escalating state of play in our lives at this time.

Following Kylie and Jenna's extreme misbehavior at
Jerry's 'house of sin' a few weeks ago, news of which
incidentally soon reached Natalie's pert little ears,
courtesy of some bigmouth, we held an in-house media
conference and determined to scale-back on things... at
least temporarily. Even went as far as boycotting the
next party set down for the following weekend. I think
the men there that day observed a minute's silence in
the master bedroom, in commemoration of their tragic
loss. It wasn't to last!

Laughter was still a way of life, as was one or both
daughters' preference to spending time with their other
siblings. Given the level of giggling prevalent at such
closed-circuit gatherings, I always wondered whether
Chris, the elder brother, had his suspicions. If he
did, he never mentioned anything. I must confess to a
deal of repressed (on my part at least) imagery as to
"what might be," should circumstances address his
seeming lack of awareness in that regard.

That however is not the purpose of this episode. I do
not wish to encourage hope amongst certain readers as
to any imminent fraternal involvement here. If I am
honest, I have to admit that something of a limited
nature was to eventuate by sheer accident weeks later
and such may be recalled at the appropriate time. It
was also to spell the beginning of the end, so far as
this extraordinary chapter of our lives is concerned.

It was mid week following our party no-show, that
majorly new developments came a-knocking. Ensconced in
my den that evening, putting the finishing touches to
some database-work for a client I was working on, the
'phone disturbed my reverie.

"Is that Mr. Baker?" I didn't recognise the voice but
owned up to the fact notwithstanding.

"Look, my name is Graham Saville," he announced. "I'm
Kylie and Jenna's English teacher." NOW he had my full
attention. Besides, I knew him from the last parent-
teacher night.

"I see," I replied warily. "Is there a problem?" hoping
to hell it wasn't what I thought it might be and simply
some scholastic inconsistency instead.

"No, not a problem as such," he went on, "This is
extremely difficult for me actually," he muttered. I
could understand that. It was difficult enough just
guessing what might be coming.

"To be honest Mr. Baker, I wanted to ask you about
er... these weekend gatherings – you understand what
I'm saying?"

"Fact is Mr. Saville, no I have no idea what you're on
about," I replied, wondering what it was going to cost
to get a hit-man at this time of night and at such
short notice. "Think you'd better explain just what the
hell you mean. What weekend gatherings?" For all I
knew, this could be an undercover Police sting.

"You've got me all wrong," he was saying. "I know about
them – I have a daughter at the same school. Its
actually because of her I am calling you. The thing is
– damn, this is hard... the thing is, I want to know
how to maybe get invited? Still on red-alert, I asked
him what he meant when he said "because of her?"

"Well, Chloe is almost fourteen and in a grade below
Jenna – but they play in the same junior netball team
and well, obviously she knows what goes on." I just
tossed in the odd "yeah?" and let him do the talking.

"Like you," he continued," I'm a single parent – I have
two girls and I guess I don't have to explain that its
pretty damn easy to get "feelings" watching them grow
up. I was tempted to say "Wait until you've fucked them
a few times mate," but thought better of it.

"Have you done anything, or thought of doing anything
with her?" I asked rather pointedly.

"God, there isn't much I haven't thought of," he
replied. I knew that feeling! He was continuing.

"Thing is, Chloe is at the hormonal stage and well,
she's been giving-out all sorts of mixed signals.
Teases me to distraction by draping herself all over me
some nights. Wears really short skirts around the
house. Sometimes she sits on chairs and things with her
legs wider than they need be. I'm sure she knows I can
see her panties. I have to buy her bras too of course –
even taken her to be fitted once or twice and I just
keep getting the impression she wants me to touch her
sometimes... often, actually!"

"Sounds like a normal teenage girl having the hots for
her father," I told him.

"No, its more than that," he insisted. "When I go up to
her room to kiss her goodnight now, she invariably
takes my hand and ends up holding it up close to, or
actually against her breasts. Then she just looks at me
with that "hot little girl" look. It's driving me
crazy."

"Well, what are you saying?" I asked him. "If you're
that sure she wants to take it to the next stage, why
not just kiss her and have yourself a little fondle...
see what happens!"

"I guess I'm just too damn scared to try anything." He
replied.

"Yeah? So if that's a problem – how do you propose
getting her to go to some other social get-together...
especially if as you say, she knows what goes on.
Always assuming what she's told you is right my
friend."

"Well like I said Noel – may I call you Noel?" I
grunted. "She knows Jenna well and more than likely
Chloe would go to a place like that if your daughters
were there."

"Ok now here's a question for you Graham old son... OK
if I call you that?" He acquiesced. "Isn't this just a
wee bit risky from your perspective? The College's head
English Teacher parading his under-age daughter at a
house of let-us-say, allegedly ill-repute?" We're
talking an instant-dismissal... never-to-be-re-hired
type scenario here and that's after the twenty years or
so in the slammer."

"I don't figure its any worse for me than you guys," He
replied. "One goes down we all go - right? I liked his
style... and he hadn't even been yet!

"Just what has your daughter told you?" I asked.

"Well, just that the girls get to be undressed and then
let some of the other fathers have a feel... stuff like
that. Is that what happens?

"Well I can't really tell you that much myself Graham
to be honest," I was playing it safe. All I know is
that the girls seem to have a good time – and usually
the nibblies and the champagne are pretty damn good.
It's just a big tease session really." I paused for a
moment.

"What makes you think Chloe would want to go Graham?"

"Well when she was telling me about Jenna going there
with her sister, and then something about several of
the girls going off with other fathers on their own, I
just got the impression she was keen to go herself for
some reason. Can I ask you a personal question by the
way?"

"Sure, " I replied gamely.

"Have your daughters ever done anything with other guys
there? Have you let them?"

"Done?" I said, "Are you meaning what I'm thinking
you're meaning?"

He was quick to counter any perceived insult taken.
"Look, I wasn't intending anything offensive by that
question. Please don't misinterpret me... I know Kylie
and Jenna – they are lovely young girls. I just meant,
have they kinda let things get a bit out of hand with
anyone?"

"Graham," I said, "There's a heap of kissing and
cuddling goes on. Sometimes the odd pair of panties
goes astray – just depends on your luck I guess." I
laughed, as did he.

He was silent for a few seconds. Five'll get you ten I
could pretty much nominate the kind of images were
powering through his frontal lobes... especially where
Kylie and Jenna was concerned.

"So you reckon you would be able to get us in at the
next party?" He asked finally.

"Well hey, I don't actually handle "bookings" Graham,"
I told him, "But I can give you the number of someone
who can set you up. Just tell him you spoke with me and
who you are."

I didn't bother saying that by wanting to bring a
willing sub-fourteen-year old girl he'd probably be in
line for an immediate gold-pass, never mind a standard
invite! Damn, my own imagination was running rampant.

Things had been steadying down at home with the three
girls, although I was still a regular visitor to one or
other's bedroom whenever the three of them "got-
together" and I don't mean to borrow each other's
hairbrush – well not for use on their hair at least.
Natalie especially seemed to be making up for lost time
and was becoming very vocal, even in impolite company
such as this, when outlining just what she would like
done to her. I would be lying also, if I denied the
rumors floating about the breakfast table some
mornings, that Nat had been heard coming to my room
late the previous night. I found it downright amusing
that no-one ever seemed to hear me going to hers!

And so it was, the inevitable call from Jer.

"Connor's place, 10 am Saturday. We gonna see you there
Noel?"

"Is it really me you want to see Jer? Damn, that's
touching." I said.

"Well, your daughters are welcome too my friend," he
joked. "Hey, will Natalie be coming with you?" he added
impulsively.

"I guess I can talk her into it," I replied. "Just to
keep an eye on her younger sisters of course."

"Oh, of course!" he joked. "By the way, I believe the
girls' English teacher – Saville, is coming with his
daughter. Least that's what he said. Michelle reckons
he's really "dishy."

"Yeah, Jenna said he's really cute too. Sounds to me
Jer, like that English class could be somewhat of a
major fantasy-exchange session. Now if only we could
bring my old French teacher... as she was thirty odd
years ago. Hell, was she a doll?"

Connor's place was a little further out and sited on a
pretty damn private battle-axe block at the far end of
leafy cul-de-sac.

My three had run the gamut of youthful-tease with near-
matching skirts and tops, ribbons in their hair and
cute little-girl shoes. God knows what was underneath!
I had to concentrate on driving just to get there. They
even smelled sexy. The odd few glances bestowed upon
the rear-vision mirror revealed accident-inducing
images of a row of three pairs of admittedly closed-up
legs which only made it all the worse – just wondering!

The real shock for the morning though was meeting
Connor at the doorway and being introduced to his
"partner" Sandy... a stunningly attractive little
redhead in her mid-twenties (Connor himself was no more
than thirty-two or three). Question is, where the hell
had this hot little wench been during Connor's earlier
'performances?' Of greater interest though... what was
the plan for her at this gathering... and with whom?

The who's who of 'under-age molesters inc' appeared to
be on-site. Warwick and Brianna were chatting with Brad
and Louise. Sue and Tanya were engaged in meaningful
conversation with Jerry, while Michelle, Chantelle,
Caitlin, Steve and a couple more I didn't recognise,
were exchanging pleasantries the far end of the room.
Someone tapped me on the shoulder.

"You must be Noel," said this vaguely familiar but
admittedly good-looking guy - in his late thirties to
judge by his physique. Jenna and Kylie were already
shaking his hand and laughing between themselves.

"This is Mr. Saville daddy," said Jenna animatedly. I
could tell what she was thinking already.

"You can both call me Graham here," he said, then
noticing Nat, "and you're Natalie aren't you – I
remember you from two years ago. Lovely to see you
again." I guarantee he was wanting to see considerably
more.

Extending then his hand behind him, he drew into
prominence the shock of the century.

"And this is Chloe and Kirsten," he announced proudly.

Momentarily no-one spoke. It wasn't so much Chloe,
although she did look less than her thirteen years
dressed as she was rather cutely in a colorful party
dress. It was her stunningly pretty but tiny little
sister who clung to her sibling and couldn't have been
more than ten. Jenna and Kylie of course knew Chloe
well and smiled at her. I just extended my hand to
Kirsten and said "Pleased to meet you sweetie,"
wondering what else there was to say.

Was he I was thinking, either completely debauched or
entirely stupid bringing his little girl to a place
like this. Or did he simply have no idea of what to
expect? in which case I was wishing I had been more up-
front with him. Worse still, something about Kirsten's
cuteness and overpowering innocence was appealing to
the worst aspects of my male psyche and thoughts and
images were generating in my subconscious that had no
right to exist. Jenna and Kylie both glanced at me and
I could see they were thinking the same. Natalie I
noticed was too distracted just looking at Graham
himself.

A welcome distraction came in the form of George and
Larissa who had just entered the hallway themselves. I
took my leave of the group and went across to them.
Hugging Larissa first I shook George's hand. He left us
almost immediately and headed off to my group.

"How've you been sweetheart?" I said to her, "I've soo
missed you."

"Missed you too," she whispered, clinging to me hard.

Perhaps I should quickly fill-in a few gaps in this
soap. Larissa and I had developed what you might call
an "understanding." I understood that I wanted her with
me 24/7 not just sexually but as a full-time partner
that under the circumstances was simply impossible.
Age-difference, parental obligations and Larissa's
schooling being three water-tight preventatives at the
outset.

Larissa on the other hand, understood that I was too
old, too paternally obligated currently and as
unrealistic a suitor as anything Aaron Spelling or
Jackie Collins could come up with. Despite the fact I
truly believe I would have had George's blessing – God
love him, Larissa needed to be enjoying her youth and
sexuality with younger men.

For all that, I loved her until it hurt and I have no
reason to doubt her words of requited endearment. It
was a matter of playing this thing out – whatever the
eventuality. The only concession I had made,
specifically in my own mind, is that she should be free
to enjoy herself at these parties with whomsoever she
wished and to whatever extent she chose. It had been
working well. We still had the occasional night out and
I had even slept over her place a few times, sometimes
with her father's involvement. At other times not.

Arm in arm then, we returned to our group in the
loungeroom. In my absence, George and Graham appeared
to have commandeered a couple of lounges and chairs to
form a neat little 'seat-a-thon' in the far corner of
the room. Warwick too I noted, was introducing himself
and Brianna to the small assembly. Seating myself
alongside Graham, Natalie was keeping herself on-site
right beside him while Jenna was standing pretty much
in front of him leaning over slightly talking to
Kirsten.

Whether intentionally or not, she was presenting Graham
with a most arousing view of her hot little bottom, an
opportunity not missed, to judge by his clearly angled
vision in that direction. George had taken up the seat
on our right and was talking to Chloe. When Graham saw
this he leant over and said, "Is he OK to be chatting
to my daughter?"

"None better," I told him. This is actually his
daughter Larissa sitting on my lap." She smiled sweetly
at him – much to Natalie's displeasure I felt. I
figured it might be a tad inappropriate at that
juncture to tell Graham that it had actually been
George who had relieved Jenna of her virginity some
months back with extreme patience if not gentlemanly
persuasion.

Across the way, Warwick had drawn Kylie down beside him
and she was leaning across chatting to Brianna. He had
an arm around both their waists.

"Damn!" muttered Graham suddenly. I followed his gaze.
Over in the opposite corner, young Louise Archer was
instigating an early start to proceedings. Sitting on
the lap of a well-dressed man in his early forties, she
was allowing him to fondle her breasts avidly while she
chatted to another girl her own age. Even as we
watched, the guy slipped his hand up beneath her top
and quite obviously was inching his way beneath her
bra. Louise was wriggling about delightfully.

"I see what you mean about the girls having fun Noel,"
Graham said wistfully, before returning his gaze to
Jenna's curvy bottom that was poised not two feet from
where we sat.

"I hope you don't mind me saying this," he said turning
to Natalie, "But you three girls are really very
pretty."

"You think?" she replied, teasing him. He tentatively
reached out and took her hand, blushing as he did so.
The look she gave him would have melted Ice Station
Zebra.

Larissa had now positioned her face where it was
impossible to not want to kiss it and thus challenged,
I pulled her to me and met those lightly glossed lips
with my own, the effect of which was to set in motion
some intense chemical reactions.

George had effortlessly persuaded Chloe to hop up on
his lap and although nothing untoward was in progress,
I could sense Graham's tension as to his daughter's
sudden vulnerability. Of course I reasoned, that's what
he subconsciously wanted – else he would never have
brought her. God knows what his plans for Kirsten had
been though.

Natalie broke the impasse. "If you want to touch my
sister's bottom Mr. Saville, I don't mind. I know you
probably want to – you've been staring at it long
enough," she giggled.

Without making any reply, and still holding Natalie's
right hand with his left, he leaned forward and just
placed his hand flush on Jenna's rear end. She gave a
little yelp and turned her head. Seeing her teacher,
she gave a wicked little smile and putting her hands on
her hips leaned over even more displaying her curves to
rare perfection. Another few centimetres and he would
have been able to see a glimpse of her knickers.

Graham allowed his hand to smooth over her bottom
whilst Jenna made no attempt to stop him. I was well
able to imagine the many thoughts that had inevitably
run through his mind over the last year or so teaching
her. Not to mention Kylie and the other girls. And here
today, he found himself on the threshold as it were, of
being able to satisfy so many of those fantasies.

Inevitably, Chloe noticed her father's indecent
dealings with her friend's rear end and just let out a
shocked "Dad!!!" Graham retracted his hand sharply.
Jenna turned round, most likely disappointed by the
cessation of contact but still managed a hot little
smile for him. Kirsten had seen nothing of her father's
misbehavior and continued talking with Jenna.

Across the way, Warwick was paying Kylie considerable
more attention than his own daughter and though the
conversational content was indistinct, his intentions
weren't! Having draped his hand in Kylie's lap rather
than around her waist, it was patently obvious he was
exerting pressure in the center of her lap in no
uncertain manner. His efforts were having a twin
effect. Kylie was perceptibly wriggling about and her
legs were decidedly wider than social etiquette might
dictate. Not so much for the benefit of any third party
viewing audience. just simply a natural reaction to
being pressured in that general area.

In between kissing Larissa and feeling her nestle up
just as close and personal as she could get, I was
aware of Graham's adjacent progress with Natalie.
Obviously the burgeoning sexual activity in evidence
around the room was conspiring to bolster his
confidence. Not only had he begun to kiss Nat a few
times, he was beginning to pull her to him and for her
part I have to say she was putting up precious little
resistance. It was clear she rather liked his
company... and bedside manner!

"May I kiss your daughter Graham?" George enquired
unexpectedly. Trust him to be observing social niceties
at this late juncture. Gentlemen don't come equipped
with any better etiquette. Graham was forced to
disentangle his lips from Natalie's to answer.

"Oh, yes, I guess so," he replied. "So long as its OK
with Chloe."

From the looks of the young girl right then, lying
contentedly in George's arms and looking up at him
expectantly, one could only assess the situation as
having a green light. Graham had in any event, returned
to his former preoccupation – exchanging saliva samples
with my eldest daughter, who was teasing him
unmercifully by leaning forward and thus yielding up
the most arousing of views directly down her cleavage.

As George pulled little Chloe to him, giving her the
lightest of kisses, I noticed Kirsten break-off from
talking with Jenna and tugging at her sister's hem,
express her not inconsiderable shock at seeing her
kissing the much older man, as she gushed, Chloe!!"

It's alright Kirsten," said George soothingly, whilst
still lightly kissing his young partner, "I won't hurt
her, you have my word." Something in his tone struck a
cord with the little girl and she turned her attentions
back to Jenna.
"Make me hot," Larissa whispered to me under her breath
and smiling up at me like the little tease she can be.
With her wonderfully outlined breasts right there, this
really was no problem.

"How hot do you want me to get you sweetie?" I replied.
"This hot?" So saying, I placed my right hand beneath
her right breast and began fondling her softly. The
effect was instantaneous – her eyes glazing over and
her expression one of pleading. I knew too what
chemical reactions were being set in motion up between
her legs. Her eyes were the ready blueprint!

Seeing my positively indecent treatment of the girl on
my lap, Graham obviously felt it was a matter here of
keeping up with the Joneses... I'd say he was
encouraged, if not fully chuffed, to find his first few
gropes of Natalie's breasts, meet with both wriggles of
pleasure and a few soft gasps of girlish arousal. I was
so glad we came!

As a result of our localised group activities and
Jenna's bottom which was most pleasantly obscuring much
of the activities the far side, I only had the
occasional opportunity to see the odd flash of any
action being transacted on the other lounge. One such
glance however provided an all-encompassing image. Brad
Archer had materialised from somewhere and was kneeling
between Brianna's knees, his head inclined well up
between her legs performing some obviously effective
service-call on or beneath her knickers. Kylie was now
straddling Warwick and besides kissing her, he was
manipulating her well up under her dress to judge by
her shifting bottom and outpouring of hot giggles.

Even Chloe appeared to be a willing learner as George's
hand had slipped further down from her waist and was
beginning to rub her young bottom slowly as he kissed
her steadily. This activity alone had caused her dress
to gather up slightly and the merest hint of her pretty
little red knickers was noticeable. As many would
agree, unintentional views such as this are actually
more arousing than a deliberate strip-tease.

It's all in the promise that such sights provide.
Obvious also were her delightfully prominent little
breasts as she arched her back to receive his kisses. I
saw him place his hand experimentally on one of her
little mounds and heard her gasp – but not reject, his
forward actions. I glanced at Graham, but he was far
too involved in cupping Natalie's breasts beneath her
bra now and slipping his hand down her back to even
notice his own daughter's predicament.

"I used to think about doing this to you at school
Natalie," I heard Graham whisper to her between
increased respiratory rates.

"And how many other girls?" she giggled... "my sisters
too I bet!" She straddled him now and it was all I
could do to not reach out and grope her myself. Mind
you, I had more than enough curves astride my own lap
to take care off. I reached around and began pulling
Larissa's zip down.

She let out a tiny cry of fake shock as the zip worked
its way to her lower back, exposing her bra of course
to most anyone else who happened to be looking that
way. Kirsten unfortunately was one such observer.

"Oh Gosh," she said, staring as Larissa's back and
shoulders were revealed. This was nothing though to her
reaction when she saw George softly groping her
sister's little breasts. She jumped up and began
tugging her sibling's arm. "Noooo Chloe," she cried
out. Not that this achieved much, Graham's eldest
daughter was rather enjoying her sex-ed for the
afternoon it seemed, and simply jerked her arm free.
Now if anyone was qualified to settle things down, it
was Jenna.

Squatting on the carpet, she pulled Kirsten down too
and took her under her wing. Right that moment, Brad
who was taking in some much needed air after his
gynecological work-out between Brianna's legs, called
out, "Kiss her Jenna."

Shocked she may have been, but remembering Jenna has
now an impressive track-record of same-sex frenetics in
her own bedroom, and presumably also is a willing
adherent of so satisfying a past-time, it was easy to
understand how she just lifted Kirsten's head and
kissed her lightly on the lips. I almost lost my entire
stock of ready-semen watching, as I'm sure did Brad,
George and Warwick, who was peering interestedly around
Kylie's naked back. I think though he had plans of
losing his semen somewhere else.

"That's it sweetheart, kiss her harder." muttered Brad,
pretty sure he was on to a winner here.

Not too sure at what stage a young girl decides whether
or not she likes other females but in Kirsten's case,
ten or so must have been sufficient a passage of time.
That she was responding was beyond question, not only
allowing Jenna to kiss her but giving as good as she
was getting.

George, who had the best view of all of us, was proving
no slouch in the under-age department either. He had
little Chloe completely a-flutter, her dress tugged up
to reveal those enticing little red knickers in all
their glory, as with one hand he was gently rubbing the
front of them, eliciting sighs and wriggles from their
young owner. Quite obviously, what she had wanted from
her father was being handed her by a stranger.

With Larissa down now to just her own bra and knickers,
it was a case of "Let the games begin." In Graham's
case, they already had I noticed. Oblivious to his own
daughters' learning progress, he had managed to
extricate Natalie's panties, unhook her bra and judging
by his hands around her bottom, had something majorly
satisfying up between her legs and well inside her. He
did momentarily glance across at George and appeared if
not well-pleased with his daughter's state of undress
and vulnerability, then certainly accepting!

As for Kylie, in much the same predicament as her elder
sister, she was quite obviously being fucked into
submission by Warwick. If I didn't know better, I would
say that Brianna was behaving demonstrably badly by
fondling her friend's breasts and nipples right in
front of Warwicks' stupefied face.

It left me no choice, I had my erection free of its
confinement and sliding indelicately up towards
Larissa's cervix at an indecently high rate of knots.
Her moans were on a par with Natalie's and quite
honestly, having my daughter fucked right beside me,
merely served to spice up proceedings. I think all of
us were feeding off the shared sexual energy at that
moment.

Chloe just didn't seem to care what George was doing to
her. Rubbing her breasts, pulling them out, small and
tender as they were. Kissing her passionately. No
rebuff even as he slipped a hand inside her panties and
began obviously to caress her most intimately. Between
kissing Larissa myself, I noticed that Chloe was even
spreading her legs to give him better access.

Graham was the first to make good on his local delivery
round, observing anything but a low profile as he came
big-time in Natalie. She just clutched him tightly as
he shot it deep in her. Larissa followed suit less than
thirty seconds later. Talk about peer equality!

What this did achieve of course is to free-up some
quality voyeur time for all of us. Kylie had still a
couple of minutes before she could claim her first
'satisfied partner' of the afternoon.

So hot did George have Chloe, she was unaware that her
father was watching now as George finally began pulling
her panties right down. Graham, it must be said, was
open-mouthed if not catatonic by the sight of his
daughter's physical arousal and semi-stripped
condition. Both breasts completely free of her top, her
nipples were still at the slightly puffy stage yet
providing evidently the most pleasing of contact for
George's free hand. Her superbly rounded little bottom
was unveiled in all its youthful beauty as her panties
finally slid off on to the floor.

Speaking of the floor, not three feet from those
crumpled-up little red knickers, another scene-stealing
performance was being enacted. Whispering between
themselves softly, such that none of us could hear
details, Jenna had, it appeared guided the smaller
girl's hand to her own breasts and Kirsten now, even as
she kissed Jenna, was quite definitely feeling her up
in that general area. I watched entranced as Jenna
reacted sexily to the other girl fondling her as she
wriggled, leaning forward to provide if nothing else, a
clear view down her cleavage. Whether or not Kirsten
had any breasts herself was not yet obvious. I was
hoping Jenna would soon address that contemplation.

"Hey Guys, " Brad interrupted everyone's reverie. "What
say we all take the young ladies upstairs for a little
privacy before lunch. Just the twelve of us?" Assuming
of course the host is amenable."

Just once in a while, Brad comes up with something
remarkably intelligent.

"The hosts are most definitely amenable Mr. Archer."
Came the reply from left field. Both Connor and Sandy
had wandered fortuitously our way it seemed. "On
condition that both may er, join the party as it were?"

Fourteen people accordingly headed for the stairs,
having to wend their way past numerous entwined
twosomes and threesomes. I couldn't help but think what
a jaw-dropping learning-curve this must surely be for
Graham's youngsters.

Michelle was buried beneath a cluster of male admirers,
one of which was doing his very best to get her
pregnant from the rear as she gasped out her quite
obvious pleasure at his craftsmanship. An older man had
a hold of both her breasts and was doing his utmost to
kick-start some sort of milk flow. Either that or he
was formerly a farmer falling back on some nostalgic
barnyard activity. Little Tanya I noted, was seated on
her mom's lap while Susie held her daughter's knickers
to one side to allow a third girl access with her
tongue. I would have liked to stay for that one.

Connor's main bedroom was exactly what we needed. One
King-size bed and more than enough room for the most
ardent of voyeuristic participants. By general
consensus, Jenna and Kirsten were coerced to climb up
on to the bed-quilt and to continue their mutual
exploratory. Kirsten looked back at her father
apprehensively but he just nodded his acquiescence as
he hugged Chloe to him.

The thirteen-year old like the other four girls, had
pulled her panties back on downstairs and might be
considered now to be dressed 'decently' once again. It
may have been a trick of the light or simply fanciful
imagination on my part, but as she turned to smile up
at her dad, I would swear she was pushing her shapely
little rear-end hard up against Graham's crotch.

Brianna had drifted over to my side and was holding my
hand whilst George had retrieved Kylie from Warwick's
possession (I was pleased to see) Brad and Warwick each
had an arm around Larissa now – Brad's slung indecently
low I noticed. Natalie was across the far side being
jointly shepherded towards a rather large high-back
chair by the hosts themselves. Connor had a hold of her
hand and Sandy taking up the rear. I noticed her
tossing several admiring glances at Connor which had me
wondering.

"C'mon girls," called out Warwick to Jenna and Kirsten.
"Kiss each other again."

Just watching Jenna as she took the other girl's hands
before pulling her to her and kissing her softly was
enough to raise the most flaccid phallus on site – not
that I believe there was any such under-performing
piece of equipment there that morning. As Kirsten once
more began to softly rub Jenna's breasts, aroused male
members of the audience began to openly grope the girl
they were with. Sighs turning into moans and fanning
outwards like a Mexican wave.

With Brianna's young breasts thrust out directly before
me, her cleavage too much to ignore, I just dropped
both hands down inside her bra and began kneading her
nipples. George favored the southern approach and
raising his hands slowly from Kylie's waist, cupped her
breasts whilst he nuzzled her neck. She swayed back
against him and covered his hands with her own.
Goddamn, was that hot!

Chloe was finally getting her wish as her father
tentatively slipped his hands down the front of her
dress and was transported with pleasure, feeling I have
every reason to believe, his daughters little breasts
and nipples for the first time.

The far side of the room played host to a scene to
rival in heat, that being played out center quilt.
Having gotten Natalie seated in the chair, Connor had
his hand well down inside her bra fondling its soft
contents, while Sandy no less, was whispering something
to my daughter as she slipped her hand inside Nat's
right cup and was quite obviously squeezing her breast
firmly. Natalie though looking a little shocked, was
shifting about in her seat with the pleasurably
indecent attention she was receiving.

"Take each others tops off girls," said Brad, a tad
hoarsely. He appeared to be having trouble keeping his
hands away from his crotch. Every man present had a
similar problem seconds later as Jenna knelt there
hands over her head as Kirsten peeled her cotton top
off, leaving her just in skirt, knickers and bra... a
hot little black push-up too. Jenna then returned the
favor, slipping the girl's t-shirt off.

I heard several gasps. I think one was my own!

Cute as all hell, Kirsten had but the slightest of
swellings in evidence across her chest, each bearing
the most arousing of puffy nipples that overshadowed
all else. Understandably embarrassed, she covered
herself with her arms.

"Take Jenna's bra off sweetheart," said Connor, his
hands and that of his partner both inside the same bra
cup beneath Natalie's top now. Smiling hesitantly,
little Kirsten lowered her arms and reaching around
behind Jenna, began unhooking the tiny clasp. This of
course, brought her delicate little chest up level with
Jenna's face and even before Brad had finished saying
"Suck her Jenna," my daughter had gently latched on to
Kirsten's left nipple with her mouth and was softly
sucking the young girl.

Quite honestly, the hottest thing I had ever seen, I
just whispered to Brianna, "take your panties off
sweetie," as I continued fondling her. She wriggled out
of her knickers in seconds.

Graham didn't even have to ask his daughter. Chloe just
tugged hers down and kicked them off. As Graham's hands
eased down past her hips and up beneath her dress I was
mesmerised by the sight. The little girl gasped in both
anticipation and extreme sexual arousal as his fingers
quite obviously found what they sought up there at the
apex of her slim legs. Never again would those two be
bored nights!

Things with Kylie were something less than stagnating I
have to say. George had her on all fours, her skirt up
around her hips, her panties tossed in the far corner
of the room. It didn't matter, I don't believe she was
going to be needing them for a while. With his cock as
far up her fully distended pussy as he could get it, he
was, if not raping her, fucking her to the edge of
sanity.

With Jenna's bra off now, Kirsten had lowered her lips
to my daughter's nipples and was discovering just what
she had to look forward to herself in a few years as
she probed first one side then the other, sucking them
with a passion it seemed. Whatever she was doing, it
had Jenna gasping and pushing her breasts hard into the
little girl's mouth. In her state of near total
arousal, I saw Jenna slipping her hands up inside
Kirsten's little skirt and to judge by the youngster's
reaction – she was rubbing her softly in a mutually
satisfying area.

Taking George's lead, I had Brianna get down on all
fours too as I pushed her skirt as high as I could get
it. Even before I had the chance to slip my erection up
between those hot little girlish cheeks, Brianna was
virtually begging "Fuck me Mr. Baker, pleeease... fuck
me really hard." I did just that!

Out of the corner of my eye, I watched as Graham
brought his daughter off. Hesitant understandably to
deflower her then and there, it was certainly the next
best thing to see her crying out "Ohhhhhhh ohhhh dad!"
as she clutched at her pussy as the orgasm ran out its
full course.

Brad and Warwick meanwhile had dragged Larissa to a
nearby chair. Sitting on Brad's lap as Warwick tugged
her knickers down, she was more than happy to let Brad
expose both breasts and begin pulling both her nipples
as he kissed her neck and shoulders.

"Fuck, lets get her completely naked," I heard Warwick
mutter. It was the work of maybe thirty seconds tops!
Lying there fully nude, she was a sight! Warwick
thought so too and with Brad holding her legs apart, he
had no problem forcing his way into her where he began
to fuck her silly. I had enough things to attend to
over my side.

Kylie meanwhile could get her little butt no higher and
was simply out of it, crying-out in wanton lust as
George shot what appeared to be a creditable load of
cum well up inside her. As yet unstated, she even
reached up beneath her own legs and began masturbating
with such intent she triggered her own massive orgasm
whilst George looked on stunned.

I had Brianna hot, full and smiling within minutes and
then like Kylie she just knelt there still caressing
her own pussy as she came back to earth. Getting to my
feet I had cause to doubt my own eyes.

Natalie was still dressed, although both breasts were
exposed – but that's where the innocence ended. Both
feet raised up on the arms of the chair, impossibly
wide apart and held there beneath the knees by Sandy
who was leaning across the top of her, they had somehow
gotten Nat to hold her own knickers to one side as
Connor was just fucking her front-on. Reduced to little
more than grunts as he pistoned-in to her the rest of
us (including Jenna) watched dry-mouthed as he worked
out his lust, finally coming so hard in her gaping wet
slit that torrents ran out of her as he withdrew.
Natalie just sat there in stunned silence afterwards -
completely spread still, her hands clutching her pussy
through her closed-up knickers in conciliatory anguish
no doubt.

Center-stage it seemed to me Jenna and Kirsten were
paying minimal attention to that which was being
transacted in their midst. So taken-up were they in
exploring their partner's bodies, the orgasmic
couplings in progress all around them had deflected
none of their focus. Both topless now, Kirsten had her
little hand well up between Jenna's legs (they both,
only had their skirt and knickers left on) and appeared
to be returning the frictionalised favors of which she
had undoubtedly been a willing recipient.

I could not say with any accuracy whether in fact
either had been taken to an orgasm. My hunch was that
this was unlikely. Kirsten would not have had the
experience to know what wondrous excitement awaited her
and Jenna simply didn't look like she had been there
yet. For all that though both were gasping with
pleasure and spreading their legs to accommodate the
other's digital explorations.

"OK girls," called out Brad. "Get those hot little
panties off and lets get this rolling shall we?"

Jenna slipped hers straight off and with her crumpled
skirt now her sole item of modesty, the occasional
glimpse of dark curly hair up between her legs was
infinitely hotter than had she been naked. Kirsten was
at first reluctant to part with her 'little-girl'
briefs' cute little polka-dots... but Jenna managed to
persuade her to pull them down eventually. Perhaps the
fact that most of the other girls in the room were
without theirs, helped.

Now, things were warming up! To see these two topless
young girls actively fondling each others' pussies
whilst kissing, was about as hot as things get. The
more confident Kirsten became, the wider she spread her
legs and the more Jenna was able to do to her. At the
point Jenna was able to actually get her finger up
inside the little girl's pussy, Graham was staring hard
and fondling his other daughter like a professional,
fingering her at will now – much to her vocalised
pleasure.

At the point the girls were comfortable enough to get
their skirts off and play there on the bed naked, I
think the audience was close to certifiable. I found
myself with my beautiful Kylie who I kissed and held
tight to me, loving her as always I will. Graham
'inherited' Brianna and definitely needed no sex-manual
from that point on. George made a point of taking over
Natalie's well-being. Hot little Chloe became Brad's
handmaiden while Larissa was passed to Connor for
safekeeping. Warwick hit the jackpot and found himself
with a hot'n sexy twenty-six year old. I think he was
going to need help if I was any judge of that
particular girl.

There was something dynamically arousing in watching
the antics of the two girls. It wasn't just their
mouths – sucking all the right things. Their incredibly
arousing breasts, one's developed – one's anything but.
Not even their hands as they explored each other's
bodies – though that might be construed as having died
and gone to heaven. No, I'll tell you what was just so
damned erotic! Jenna crawling around the bed with that
wonderful little "V" of tight brown curls between her
legs and Kirsten, sitting there with her knees apart
showing all of us her smooth and hairless pussy as it
still was. As someone called out.

"Wasn't long since you looked like that Jenna." She had
blushed and giggled.

It had made me think back to all those years bathing
them when they had been little girls. How hot had they
all looked then? and never once had I even thought
about it! Holding Kylie to me I let my gaze drop to her
breasts and still erect nipples – Oh, but God... how
hot do they all look now???

"You can always have her look like that again you
know?" It was Sandy. For a moment, I didn't catch her
drift.

"Are you meaning what I think you're meaning Sandy?"
asked Connor.

"Yeah... we could always shave her," Sandy replied.

"Damn straight!" muttered Brad... "Let's do it!"

"Noooooooo way," cried out Jenna, hugging herself. She
looked across at me in desperation.

I was undoubtedly in shock. Thoughts and images
crowding out my logic circuits.

"Go on dad, do it to her," giggled Kylie.

I didn't exactly give permission, I merely looked
across at Sandy, who caught my thoughts obviously and
headed straight for the bathroom.

"Dad!!" yelled Jenna, "You're not going to let them do
it are you?"

"Just a bit of fun sweetie," I replied. "Come on,
you'll love it."

"No dad! that's just disgusting." she cried. "How
embarrassing would that be?"

"We'll find out Jen," I replied grinning, as Sandy
returned with shaving cream, razor and a few face-
washers.

"Noooo, pleeaaaase," she whimpered uselessly as Brad
and Connor took a hold of her arms and Graham and
Warwick her legs. I was so hard at this juncture it was
a distinct worry.

"Hold her really wide guys," said Sandy, as they
manouevered her bottom on to a thick towel.

Held there, spread thus so indecently – her slit
completely exposed for everyone's viewing pleasure, I
can understand why she was struggling and blushing
furiously. Her breasts were jiggling with emotion as
she stared down between her legs.

Sandy sprinkled a liberal amount of water over her neat
little patch and then began lathering up the shaving
cream over the entire area. Jenna was still crying
"Nooooo, please stop," even as they held her.

"Now sweetheart don't struggle, I don't want to cut
you," said Sandy, moving in with the razor.

Just so arousing was it watching this operation, most
of the girls were openly masturbating. "Gosh dad,
that's making me so hot," said Kylie - a finger or two
well up inside herself already.

Sensibly Jenna held still and its my belief that before
she was even half-way shaved, she was as aroused by her
spread and vulnerable position as everyone else.
Especially knowing what it was doing to the audience.

Sandy was very efficient and as the hairline receded –
eventually right up to those wonderfully wet and
obviously engorged labia, Jenna, though still flushed,
was looking-on with renewed interest. As the last
traces of hair disappeared, Sandy cleaned up with a
warm face-washer and produced a small container of
talcum powder.

"Who wants to put some powder on her?" she said. I
almost orgasmed.

As it happened, we all got to shake a little on her –
even really treated ourselves and having flipped her
over, shook some over her hot little bum and patted it
in. After all babies don't come any cuter do they?

Turning her back over we did her breasts as well –
nothing so erotic as the smell of talc down the front
of a girl. After that, we just stared. In all honesty I
couldn't begin to tell you how incredibly arousing that
little pussy looked. Being the young age she is coupled
with that now, smooth-as-silk little mound, she was ten
again!

There could not have been a man in that room, myself
included, would have had thoughts of anything but
taking her to bed and fucking her for hours in every
known position – and then some!

"Well lets not forget young Kirsten," said Connor,
easing her back up beside Jenna. "C'mon sweetheart,
spread those legs and lets make you smell nice too."
With that, he shook a small quantity over her soft and
inviting little pussy which he proceeded to pat with
considerable vigor. The little girl gasped and looked
across at her dad who as it happened, was more than
occupied with the semi-exposed contents of Brianna's
skimpy bra. He caught his youngest daughter's glance
however and smiled back at her.

"Let's not forget her tits guys," said Warwick
motioning to Connor who then obligingly shook a small
quantity of powder across Kirsten's hot little nipples,
leaving Sandy herself to lightly pat under and around
the girl's breasts. Definitely a situation calling-out
for a woman's touch!

So much more was to come to pass that day I simply have
to draw the line somewhere. This is as good a place as
any I imagine. I have after all subjected you all to an
extremely long recollection here for which I apologise.
Jenna has also left it to the last-minute Sunday night
(as usual) to mention five minutes ago, that she needs
major help in compiling an Ancient History assignment
due tomorrow. So much for a relaxing night.

She'll be paying... dearly!

[starfight]

17. Halfway to Heaven

Released finally, Jenna struggled, still fully
embarrassed, up to a sitting position, legs hunched
tightly together now and her hands splayed protectively
across whatever portion of her lower pussy might still
be available to public scrutiny She didn't even seem
concerned about her bare breasts or the talcum powder
still in evidence on their upper surface and which
created the least perceptible eddies of white dust as
she wriggled about. To say she looked hot would be the
understatement of the century.

Kirsten, fresh from her own spectator-friendly dusting,
moved across to her so that the two girls huddled
together now in the center of the quilt, unmolested but
ultimately coveted.

Trust Brad to break the ice.

"C'mon Jenna," he pleaded, one arm up wrapped around
Chloe as he held her to him – unnecessarily high up
around her chest area, not that she was complaining,
"Don't close up those pretty legs now sweetie,
specially after Sandy worked her butt off to give you
the hottest little pussy in the house."

Never one to leave confusion as to his meaning, Jenna
just blushed and giggled nevertheless.

Speaking of Sandy's butt however, it appeared to me she
was reversing exactly that piece of her anatomy up
against Warwick's crotch as they stood against the far
wall. Not to be overshadowed in the creativity
department, his hands I noticed, had dropped from her
shoulders to her well delineated breast-line and were
making progress in a southerly direction beneath her
bra, that as yet was a totally unknown quantity, having
yet to make its public debut.

Connor I noticed, bequeathed many a concerned glance in
his decidedly cute partner's direction, although it
must be said, he had latched on to Larissa's waist
rather firmly and was pulling her down onto his lap as
he sat in the vacant chair behind the two of them. I
was monitoring that situation carefully myself!

Right at that second though to be honest, there really
was no other girl in that room as far as I was
concerned but Kylie. Clad only in her skirt and
knickers that she had somehow found time and
opportunity to retrieve from the far side of the room,
I had her straddle my knee facing me. Smiling prettily,
her love unconditional and I knew limitless, I was
seized by an overpowering urge to just take her home...
leave everyone else there to their own devices and then
just fuck her to the edge of sanity in my own bed for
the rest of the day and night.

She has had that effect on me since first I spanked her
shapely little bottom that hot summer evening when she
was just fifteen and which was recalled you might
remember in It Came Upon A Midnight Clear.

As it was, I just looked at her. The perfection of her
body – for such it is. Her beautiful face that for all
her sexy exploits these past few months has retained
(as have all three of them) a look of complete
innocence somehow. To meet her, you would never doubt
she was a virgin. As she sat there, her arms around my
neck, her proud breasts jutting forward inviting my
touch, I was struck by the fact that I was seeing her,
perhaps for the first time, as a woman and not my
daughter. The love I felt for her most certainly
transcended the parental bond that existed.

"What are you thinking dad?" she asked softly, those
beautiful hazel eyes wide open, almost pleading.

"I was thinking just how much I love you Kylie," I
replied eventually and how I must be the luckiest man
on this planet having you three for daughters."

Looking at me quizzically for a moment she leaned
forward and kissed me. "Make love to me dad," was all
she whispered.

Now there really was no-one else in the room!

There was plenty going on around me but I wasn't
watching. All I wanted was seated on my lap, her legs
spread sufficiently to arouse, not enough to invite
being labelled "tacky." As she fumbled beneath my zip,
finally extricating that fascinating piece of equipment
which had been instrumental in her own creation just
seventeen years ago, I knew this was to be no frenzied
coupling.

She made it feel like my first time. I think in some
ways it was.

Holding her around her bottom I watched as she guided
the head in between those wondrously soft lips, sighing
but audibly, as my shaft sank deep inside her. Now I
pulled her towards me as I leaned forward and kissed
her breasts which made her arch her back in pleasure.
So prominent were her nipples I began to suckle her
like a child as I set up a deliciously rhythmic
penetration.

Once again I found, as others have commented of late,
the quite obviously milky discharge from her nipples
incredibly arousing and which caused me to suck her
harder as I fingered her. For several moments we said
nothing, just gazing at one another's escalating
pleasure and fulfilling a need that would likely be
damned by every behavioral-expert in the free world.

This was no occasion to be yelling out "Fuck me dad,"
or "Love your hot little cunt Kylie," it was an
occasion to say nothing and to feel everything.
Frequently I would stop moving altogether just savoring
the feeling of being deep inside her, while I caressed
her breasts, her face, even her slender arms and
shoulders. Each time I would recommence penetration she
would let out a little gasp of pleasure.

Eventually the urgency built in both of us and quite
without the need to up the tempo to frenetic levels of
animalistic rutting, we just let it peak. She came
almost to the second that I parted company with several
million chromosomes queued up at Mezzanine level -
their boarding passes at the ready.

Kylie and I have shared several beautiful moments both
before and after this particular interlude. None though
have quite reached the intimacy and complete
integration of our inner-selves that was achieved at
Connor's house that day.

Speaking of Connor, he surely didn't have to be doing
so thorough a job on Larissa's erotic zones? Goddammit,
at least I was having the good taste to keep it all in
the family! Watching with what one might term an almost
hybrid emotional detachment - part anger, part arousal,
part acceptance and full-time jealousy, I stared as
Larissa lay back on him, everything but her knickers
scattered to the four winds, as his hands groped her
breasts rather lewdly while she herself, legs splayed
like a ten dollar whore I rather cruelly observed, held
her panties aside for him. Availing himself of her open
invitation, his cock was sunk in her up to the hilt. He
was fucking her senseless much to their joint pleasure.

Was she I realised, any less guilty of lustful excess
than myself... or even my own daughters? How must Kylie
have looked sitting on her father's lap unable to get
enough of his not inconsiderable erection up inside
her? Despite having openly and unconditionally agreed
to Larissa's total freedom at these get-togethers, it
was obvious I really needed a few intense sessions of
anger-management.

With Kylie slumped now across my chest, just hugging me
close and half asleep from her recent exertions, it
gave me the opportunity to catch up visually on the
state of play (as it were) wall to wall.

To our left and pretty much at the foot of the bed on
the floor, Chloe was learning way more from Brad than I
would imagine she'd picked up in her first year at High
School. With his hand down the young girl's top, he was
doing things to her breasts and nipples that I don't
think even the Kama Sutra covers.

For her part, she was sitting there giggling, her dress
far enough up her thighs to raise the blood pressure
let's say. Whether he had gotten it out himself or had
coerced Chloe to, the little girl was now sliding her
hand up and down his very erect shaft. I don't think
she was looking for lesions either. Brad was whispering
inaudible words of encouragement and beginning now to
pull the straps down her arms causing her to giggle
more.

Almost directly opposite was definitely the real deal
as far as I was concerned, always assuming one can
preclude the nefarious activities being enacted mid
quilt by cute little Kirsten and my third daughter,
whose shame would appear to recognise no boundaries
apparently – more on this below!

Natalie who quite obviously appears to be developing if
not a crush then a profound liking for George's
attentions, was sitting side-saddle on her white knight
and allowing him to indulge his every fantasy – most of
mine too! Her arms tightly around his neck, she was
wriggling her bottom in unqualified pleasure as the
hand well up beneath her skirt, was most likely inside
her panties or applying pressure to some strategic
areas along her San Andreas faultline. In the event of
digitised entry, I was hoping George would not find too
distasteful the recent sticky deposits left there,
following Connor's somewhat insensitive but defining
"rape" but forty minutes earlier.

I've said this before but with George there is a
clearly layered gentility, a sensed respect for each
girl. Quite honestly I would be more than happy to have
all three of them sleep with him together. That he
would routinely fuck them stupid is a foregone
conclusion but how culturally would it be transacted
and how much would the three of them enjoy it? So long
as I had Larissa in the other room, I would happily
give up the main bedroom. Harper Valley On the Home
Front, I'm thinking!

As I watched, I could see it was Natalie herself
seizing the initiative. If not the initiative, it was
something equally interesting she had a hold of, to
judge by George's suddenly angled vision downwards, not
to mention Natalie's efforts to part her legs at least
as far as that little skirt would allow. Goddamn it,
she was inching her hips forward across his lap, her
knees bent now, and quite obviously guiding George's
pride and joy due west, presumably to join his fingers
in their inter-vaginal work-out. She was actually
letting him fuck her side-on!

I made a mental note to try that myself when I got her
home. Right at that moment though, Natalie looked
across and seeing me gazing at her, smiled the hottest
tease of a smile you ever saw, one that pretty much put
Jenna's best efforts in the shade. The combination of
Natalie's lovely flushed face and the fact that her hot
little body was being so sweetly used and abused, was
driving me to utter distraction. Had Kylie not been so
flaked-out I would have taken her down the same road as
her sister... only far less demurely!

At the angle she was sitting, Natalie was having to do
most of the work herself but this evidently was
something less than a chore given the imminent pay-off.
With her arms locked around his neck, as much to allow
her bottom traction on his lap as anything else, she
was making a series of hot little gasps and murmurs
even as George commenced shunting her full of his own
Vintage 04. Barely mid-delivery and he began to kiss
her with what I knew to be genuine loving passion. It
was as ritualistically moving as it was aesthetically
arousing.

Then, much as a cat brings in a mouse, fundamentally to
demonstrate its prowess as a hunter, Natalie took
George's hand and tugged it right up between her legs –
quite obviously to allow him to feel up close and
personal the likely saturated condition of her panties
– the resulting outflow of course directly attributable
to their shared inter-coital bliss.

This wasn't doing my heart any good. Neither was what
Graham was doing to Brianna. Stretched out on her back
on the edge of the bed, he had persuaded both Jenna and
Kirsten (not that Jenna would have taken much
persuading) to defer their own little exploratories and
to pull her top off, including the bra, then to hold
Brianna's arms tightly over her head. With her hips
literally on the edge of the quilt, he was in the
process of divesting her of both her skirt and little
cotton briefs (an activity I know Brianna always
enjoys).

Thus denuded, to say her situation looked vulnerable
would be to state the obvious. Completely naked, she
looked up at her captor with that 'helpless little
girl' expression every man craves. Kneeling in front of
her (and barely three feet from where Brad had his
hands well up inside Chloe's panties performing various
unsubtle insertions) he held Brianna's legs well apart
- a move that merely highlighted her wonderfully curved
mound and slit. It was the work of maybe three seconds
to impale her with his weapon of choice.

Unlike George's tender handling of Natalie – this was
more akin to a Navy Seal taking out the nearest coastal
defender. Even Brianna gasped as he pushed hard up into
her. I could see Kirsten's little face creased with
intrigue at her father's modus operendi – school was
definitely in! Jenna whispered something to her
pinioned friend as Graham began setting up his rhythm.

Knowing her, it would have been something disgusting.
Her perfectly shaped breasts were jiggling hard as he
really unwound and began spreading her legs even wider.
Not much affection in evidence, but you couldn't knock
the passion on display. The fact he was paying either
daughter of his, so little interest as he fucked
Brianna silly, was a sure indictment of the value he
ascribes to the need for work-place concentration.

If I have given the impression Brianna was not enjoying
her confinement then I must apologise. More than happy
to be raped hard, she was using every girlish ploy to
ensure her partner's on-going arousal. Whimpers,
pleading looks, fake struggles, forward hip thrusts –
the entire repertoire. I have no doubt she had his cock
vaginally clamped and under threat of death if it
didn't deliver the goods on time. She had no worries in
that department however. He muttered something to the
effect that she was the 'fuck of the decade' or words
to that effect, and then simply jerked himself to a
standstill filling her beautifully engineered little
receptacle to the brim – and beyond.

And then there was Warwick. Poor guy, so out of his
depth a lifejacket would have been next to useless. A
substantial contrast exists between helping to hold
down a young schoolgirl and affording her pleasures the
like of which she can only dream and squaring off
against a virile and experienced little dervish in her
mid-twenties who knows exactly what it takes to trip
her wire. Warwick was finding out the difference!

On his back and glancing around like he was waiting for
roadside assistance, Warwick bore Sandy, down to her
bare essentials, those being her wristwatch and
earrings, astride him (never did get to see the color
of her bra or panties). She was in control. Unable to
see unfortunately that which Warwick must have been
privy to, the view nevertheless was not hard to bear.

Sandy's firm little bum rather pleasantly a-quiver as
she rode her partner into the ground. Locked into a
rhythm that appeared to be causing Warwick breathing
difficulties, Sandy was arching her back in pleasure
encouraging his digital exploration of her breasts. So
into it was she, I couldn't help thinking it was just
as well there were no heat-seeking missiles in the
area.

Kylie was beginning to stir slightly. Raising her
pretty face she kissed me and muttered something like
"Mmmm that was sooo nice dad!" Like I hadn't noticed?

What I did notice right that second though was Brad
suddenly materialising from God knows where, taking
Kylie' hand and asking her if she would "like to spend
a little time with him?" I was about to deflate the
guy's dreams and ego – in that order, by suggesting he
go take a long walk on a short pier, when who should I
see standing unobtrusively if not a little nervously
behind him... but Chloe. Shoving Kylie off with a quick
"Have fun sweetheart," I patted my lap.

I recall mentioning several episodes back that with the
plethora of beautiful young fifteen and sixteen year
old girls in the 'Valley' (not to mention at home) I
had no interest whatsoever in the substantially under-
age cuties, after all I was purporting to have some
pride! Well, I lied!

Looking at little Chloe standing there, despite Brad's
insensitive treatment of her unassailably innocent body
but minutes earlier, whatever strictures I had placed
on my behavioral aspects were erased in nanoseconds.

As she clambered up on to my knee I could but marvel at
the quality control levels God has implemented in his
cosmic planning and production area.

"Well this is most pleasant," I said to her. "To what
do I owe this pleasure?"

Looking a little unsure of herself she simply replied,
"Jenna said to come over and say hello to you." Making
herself quite comfy and putting her arms around my
neck, she inclined her head and whispered,

"I didn't really like Mr Archer much. He's not very
gentle is he?"

I just looked at that beautiful little face. "No
sweetheart," I answered, "Brad hasn't much of a clue
has he?" She giggled and presented, perhaps
unintentionally, the most kissable little pair of lips
in my direction. I didn't see a thirteen-year old girl
right then. I saw a profoundly desirable young female,
fully aware of her own sexuality and who simply needed
the call answered.

I kissed her and for a few seconds just held her in my
arms, exchanging thoughts, impressions, needs and
probably links that neither of us properly understood.
She snuggled into me.

"I feel safe with you," she whispered.

Poor baby, I didn't have the heart to tell her my
middle name was "De Sade."

She was doing things to me. Am I to blame if my hands
began to stray? For one thing, never having apportioned
a goodly amount of time to the investigation of breasts
so tender and so arousingly new, I was finding the
experience delightful to say the least. Easily cupped
in my palm, even through her bra, she was no reluctant
temptress from the outset. Watching her as I fondled
the incredibly soft swellings, there could be no doubt
her own pleasures mirrored my own.

"Are you OK with this sweetheart?" I asked her. The
lightest but sweetest of little kisses put paid to that
ponderance.

Just thirteen she might have been, but nature
fortunately, circumnavigates social etiquette and
whether by design or intent, those wonderful little
nipples were growing at a rate of knots. Slipping my
hand down inside her bra as I kissed her, I felt her
wriggle in pleasure as I began to knead gently those
beautiful light brown drinking accessories. Interesting
I was thinking, how even at that age, stimulation of
that particular area was setting in motion the
procreative urges and causing her to spread her legs
perceptibly.

I could live with that!

I don't usually do my best work with an audience on
hand but this time I was happy to make an exception.
Having slipped quite obviously, their panties and tops
back on, Jenna and Kirsten, their quilt-based
performance at an end, were now kneeling alongside my
chair, Kirsten especially eyeing her sister's progress.
I noticed Graham too had sidled over, Brianna in tow -
still glowing from her rough, if not grossly indecent
treatment.

Glancing around the room, I couldn't see Kylie at all –
nor Brad come to that. No great deductive process was
necessary to conclude then that some cosy little
bedroom nearby was now playing host to my daughter's
renewed sexual abuse. I just hoped he had her on his
own. I made a mental note to check out the situation a
little later. Looking down at that curvy little tease
on my lap – much later!

From across the room suddenly, "Come on Noel, lets see
her tits then," Warwick was such an eloquent speaker!
Sandy had achieved her mission quite obviously and was
allowing him to get to his feet.

As it happened, I was in the very process of undoing a
couple of Chloe's top buttons when what should I find?
– but the most convenient of little front-loading bras.
Unhooking the clasp as she gazed downwards, wide-eyed
at my progress, I was rewarded instantly by the sight
of her completely exposed and well-formed little
mounds. Loudest gasp came from her baby sister whose
eyes were twin saucers at that stage.

Experimentally cupping one side, I began to lightly
fondle her, which served only to make Chloe murmur as I
played with those fully erect little nipples. Watching
a girl's transition from shocked pleasure to full-on
arousal and ultimately to glazed need is as good as it
gets. Couldn't have been that uninteresting to Graham
either. He was kneeling now behind Jenna and Kirsten,
one arm enclosing my daughter's breasts, the other
draped around Kirsten's waist and beginning to fondle
what tiny mounds she possessed. She looked up at her
dad in shock – but did nothing to move his hand I
noted. Jenna just giggled and snuggled closer in.

Chloe was looking at me with that damn pleading look
girls get! I sent one hand on ahead in scouting mode.
Slipping my hands between her knees, causing her dress
to ride up her thighs fractionally, brought forth a
little gasp. Sliding my hand along her inner thigh
brought on several more. The discovery that she had
obviously pulled her knickers back on, far from being
disappointing, made it hotter still. Never come across
a young girl yet who didn't gasp with both anticipation
and coy pleasure at that very first contact between
fingers and the outer curve of her hot little panties.
Chloe was no different and as I softly depressed the
thin cotton directly between her vaginal entry, she
gave an involuntary wriggle as well.

Kirsten's eyes I noticed were locked-on to her older
sister's noticeably parted legs and what was being
effected between the tops of them. She was also
beginning to wriggle herself somewhat, from her
father's therapeutic ministrations. Openly rubbing
Jenna's breasts also with his right hand, it was
patently obvious, courtesy of what was spilling out of
her top, that she had neither the time nor probably the
inclination, to replace her missing bra. He was getting
her just so hot!

Chloe I could see, was hotter. Slipping my hand well
down inside her panties now, I found my fingers in a
wonderland Alice could never have dreamed about.
Locating her small but pronounced clitoris I started
being extremely naughty, stimulating both it, as well
as her entire labia, with firm and deep strokes. At the
point I actually pushed two fingers inside her for the
first time she was completely given over to the
sensations invading her. For my part, I can only assume
Chloe thought she was sitting on a rock-lobster.

"Take her panties off dad." It was Jenna, who else?
Kirsten tossed her a quick glance and seeing her
father's hand openly massaging Jenna's right breast
that was now fully clear of her top, kinda half-choked
and settled back on her haunches.

Wishing only to please, I seized a hold of the elastic
and tugged the little critters clean down to her
ankles. Chloe herself did the rest. With her dress now
gathered up at the waist pretty much, everyone was
privy then to view her innermost secrets. I parted her
legs more which brought a collective gasp from a highly
appreciative audience, not the least reactionary of
which was her father.

As I continued plying my trade, separating those quite
moist lips as they now were and gently fingering her to
previously unfathomed depths, Graham left off fondling
his youngest daughter and seemed to be positioning
himself behind Jenna. Her sudden little yelp of
surprise and glance behind her, would suggest he had
his hands (or something more sinister) in rather close
proximity to her bottom.

I was meanwhile allowing my other hand the luxury of
smoothing over Chloe's little bottom – skin to skin...
the only way to undertake such a mission. So perfectly
built was she, I marvelled at her flat tummy, lightly
flared hips and smooth as silk thighs. My own erection
was pleading for clemency and despite the conflicting
emotions present – "She's thirteen for Christ's sake,"
"You're talking sex with young children here," "Get a
grip on reality you paedophile," I wanted her any which
way you spliced it. Worse still – I think she wanted
it!

I mean lets face it, what thirteen year old girl would
drape herself all over a middle-aged delinquent like me
(with her father watching), let him expose her breasts,
take her panties off, finger her pussy and rub her bum,
if she didn't have at least a game-plan? She was hot
for it don't you worry!

Manoeuvering her slightly on to her side, with her
bottom angled towards her father and the two girls
kneeling there entranced, I figured it was time Chloe
replenished if not enhanced her biological knowledge.
My zip thus cleared of hot young girl, I "encouraged"
lets say, her own embryonic voyage of discovery.

Without actually giving her directional instructions, I
simply ensured her left hand came "accidentally" into
contact with whatever it might be lurking there but
inches from her midriff. The girl's eyes were hungry
for more input when somehow, that damn zip slipped
down. Following her flushed glance, I just whispered to
her, "It's OK sweetheart, feel free to check out the
weaponry."

Not sure she caught my allegorical meaning but she did
move her small hand in exactly the right direction.
Slipping that cool little hand into my boxers she found
something to interest her.

"I've never really touched a boy before,' she
whispered, blushing deeply.

A friend for life now after calling me a boy, I just
shrugged, "Well that's OK Chloe," I replied, "I've
never been touched by such a sweet and pretty little
girl as you either." Was that ever the truth?

The feeling of her soft little hand as it felt its
obliquely virginal way along my rapidly engorging shaft
was definitely in the "one small step for man" category
and hell, Armstrong only got to kick up a bit of dust.
My eagle was yet to land!

If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes I wouldn't have
believed it. So caught up emotionally was young Kirsten
watching me caress her sister's breasts and bottom
while she gradually withdrew my erection, that I saw
her own hands slipping up under her skirt where I'm
sure they found something interesting to play with. I
wondered if the little poppet was wet there at that
juncture.

Perfectly set up as we were, I had only to support
Chloe's right leg at the base of her thigh, slightly
higher than the chair arm, and voila, an impressive
window of opportunity. How erotically catalysing, those
neat little blonde curls framing that hot portal of
desire. She stared down, quite understandably with a
degree of anxiety as I placed the head of my erection
at the very gate.

"You won't hurt me will you?" she whispered, so unsure
and so beautifully inexperienced.

"I'd see myself dead before that happens sweetheart," I
promised her. She smiled up at me rather bravely I
thought. I had to kiss her.

When I peruse the nostalgia files, I like to think I
have experienced at times, the very best this world has
had to offer over a period of years. Nothing however
quite measures up to the sheer intensity and fulfilling
ecstasy that pushing some two inches or so in between
Chloe's quite swollen labia achieved for me that
particular morning.

Clinging so tightly to me, her little expression ran
the gamut of utter pleasure, youthful apprehension and
sexual insecurity. Holding her leg even higher I pushed
further in, albeit slowly and as lovingly as I was able
to muster. At the point her hymen made its presence
known, I hit "reverse astern."

It was obviously too much for Graham. Seeing his
daughter being penetrated for the first time, one can
understand his need for localised physical release.

Dragging Jenna suddenly to her feet, he shoved her
forward until she was forced to grip the arm of the
chair behind Chloe for support. Spreading her legs as
if he were about to conduct a full body search, I was
half aware of him pulling her panties down roughly
while at the same time tugging free his own erection.

Far from perturbed by this rude assault, Jenna caught
my eye and it was obvious she was clearly enjoying the
game. With her head only inches now from mine, her hair
was falling around Chloe's neck. I saw her eyes opening
wide as Graham, seizing her around the hips, pushed up
into her.

Just what little Kirsten was thinking God only knows.
I'd guarantee her fingers were busy though

"Oh God," Jenna muttered as his first thrust caused her
pretty breasts to jiggle, fully free of her top as they
still were. She leaned forward even more, wanting
obviously to give him complete rear access to her
recently shaved pussy. I was wondering if she felt like
a twelve year old?

Trying my best to concentrate on Chloe's education,
this was proving a major distraction. Having one's
daughter seriously fucked, with her face but six inches
from your own, is not conducive to third-party
concentration let me tell you. Still applying pressure
to Chloe's hymen and feeling her wriggle with
understandable tension building up, I turned to Jenna
just as she pleaded in so arousing a little voice,
"Kiss me dad." Watching your daughter being fucked is
bad enough... being asked to kiss her while its
happening, is lava-heat!

The kiss was wonderful. Chloe's mournful cry of
"Ohhhhhh!" as I forgot my obligation and promise not to
hurt her, brought me back to earth. I had just wanted
to do to her what was being done to Jenna.

"Sorry sweetheart," I told her. "Just a little carried
away there." I added, unacceptable an excuse as it was.

"Its OK," she managed to get out. "Just hurts a
little."

"We can stop if you like." I offered, still a
centimetre or so inside her and just penetrating her
marginally. God damn, so tight was she I wouldn't have
needed to do too much more before I came.

"No, I really want you to do it to me," she admitted.
"Just go slowly please."

Graham was taking Jenna now like a professional,
literally ramming it hard up into her, his hands
holding her tight around the bottom as he really began
fucking her silly. It was just a matter of time I could
see.

No sooner had I recommenced upon the gentlest of
rhythms upon the gates of the city, than her father
began breathing hard and staring at his daughter's
exposed little bum (he had the choice of two to gaze
at!) Putting his right hand on it and without any
warning whatsoever, he pushed against her rear cheeks
hard, exactly as I thrust upwards.

"Dad," she cried out – a mixture of pain and surprise
registering on her face. Seeing tears begin to well in
those lovely little eyes, but knowing what had happened
– besides, I could feel something beginning to trickle
out of her, I figured it was undoubtedly the best
therapy for her if I kept going.

With no obstacle now, I was able to penetrate that
lovely little slit to its ultimate depth. Very quickly,
her undoubted pain was replaced by feelings far
preferable. She began now to thrust her little hips up
towards me and I knew that kissing her would only
further serve to disassociate the pain barrier.

"That's it sweetheart, let him fuck you," said Graham,
between short breaths, just about at Release Grand
Central himself. I noticed tiny beads of sweat on
Jenna's brow, as her partner simply rocked her world
stupid. Thing is, all I wanted I realised, was to cum
big-time in this beautiful little virgin-come-lately on
my lap. Seems like she was of a similar need,
completely fucking me back now and happy to have her
legs pulled ever wider apart.

"Ohh dad, he's fucking me soo hard," Jenna whispered in
her passion. I was about to say "Yeah well, isn't that
just how you like it sweetie?" when I realised I
couldn't speak. Every facet of my existence was
suddenly centered on this thirteen year old siren's
little pussy who's muscles, fully unused to date, were
even now gripping my cock deep within her."

"Keep fucking me," she managed to get out as I
penetrated her deeper still. "It doesn't hurt now –
really... it feels soo hot!" She got that right!

"Oh fuck Jenna," was Graham's short message "And I
thought Brianna was hot." He added. Then, silenced
temporarily, he began filling Jenna with something she
really has developed a liking for - hot cum.

Had to say goodbye to my own at that point as Chloe's
on-going clamped pressure pushed my procreative urges
right over the red line. Just the expression on her
face as she looked down between her legs, feeling for
the first time a man's sperm filling her young pussy. I
think on this occasion however, I was the one
experiencing multiple orgasms.

I kissed her tenderly, her pretty hair damp now around
the edges from our joint exertions. With Jenna still
bent over and holding on to the chair arm, I could see
she was at exhaustion point. Lifting her by the chin, I
kissed her too. A trickle of sweat ran down her
cleavage – I could only imagine what it felt like
between her legs.

From what I could see, most everyone else had gotten a
hold of someone else's partner during the recent tag-
team event. A few, really were eyebrow raising. Natalie
and Larissa together in the far corner for instance –
what incredibly hot fumblings had gone down there I
wondered? Both were flushed and holding on to their
pussies in a manner suggesting they had discovered a
whole new ball-game in terms of same-sex arousal. And I
missed it!

Resolving to go find Kylie, I eased Chloe off me
gently. Her father took her and Kirsten by the arm and
guided them to an empty chair. They had a lot to talk
about.

Already, Jenna had pulled her panties back up and was
sitting on the edge of the bed with George talking
animatedly. She was going to be fine for quite a
while... so was he!

Decent and zipped up, I announced I would be back soon
and went looking for Kyles.

I was right about the bedroom, even correct in my
hopeful supposition that she would be spared multiple
partners. Brad was alone with her alright! It was only
when I had entered unannounced that I was to see why
though. No wonder he hadn't wanted to share her.

You might recall, Brad has had a long-term fixation
with Kylie in terms of doing stuff to her that
oversteps the bounds of user-friendly sex you might
say. Put it this way, much as he seems to love spanking
and fondling her bottom, he has always harbored a
darker fantasy, one that I have had to prevent in times
past. Today, I was too late.

At first I didn't even notice.

As the door swung open, I saw Kylie in her now normal,
if not preferred pose – down on all fours, facing me,
her bum invitingly high. Brad was behind her having the
time of his life, both hands fondling her breasts for
all he was worth as he fucked her. The frontal view I
have to say was arousing in the extreme.

So engrossed was Brad in his pleasures, he didn't even
bother slowing up when I walked in. It was Kylie's
shocked look and her gasp of "Ohhh dad, I'm so sorry,"
that tripped my suspicion. After all, having seen her
being fucked every which way and with multiple partners
– what was to apologise for?

Walking over to them and with Brad still so engrossed
in his endeavors, I had to admire his total devotion to
a cause. It was the cause itself that rendered me
completely speechless.

As I neared the far side of the bed and at the point
Kylie's pretty little bottom was exposed in all its
curvy glory – after all, she was completely naked, I
noticed two things. Both her cheeks were near scarlet –
having been obviously on the end of one protracted
spanking and secondly, her pussy, wide open and seeping
cum visibly, was not only fully exposed between her
gaping legs – it was empty. What do I mean by empty?
Simple, although I can barely bring myself to pen these
words, Brad's cock was as far up inside her bum as he
could get it.

In contrast to her cries of "noooo" and "I don't like
it" which issued from her sexy little lips when Brad
last trod this forbidden highway, here she was not far
off total ecstasy judging by her glazed demeanor as he
thrust into her hard, causing her to have to steady
herself on her forearms. "Oh Fuck Kylie," Brad cried
involuntarily, as his next penetrative incursion
resulted in his coming deep in her upper channel.

I couldn't believe that which began trickling out of
her as he withdrew, not to mention a renewed outpouring
of sticky stuff, the source of which was obvious, which
fairly squirted from her pussy. It all ran together and
down the inside of her legs. She just knelt there
gasping, her hair noticeably damp around the hairline.

Despite my distaste at proceedings – just how hot she
looked at that moment defies credible belief.

"Anyone got anything to say?" I asked, not sure whether
I felt like crying, punching Brad out, punching Kylie
out or getting up behind her to take over!

"I asked her Noel, I really did?" he half-muttered.

"Oh really Brad?" I replied. "Was that before or after
you spanked her?"

"She wanted that too," he insisted. "I just said to her
if she'd just try it, I know she'd like it." Judging by
what I just saw, I hate to admit it, but he was right!

"She was just soo wet and lubed up, it didn't hurt
her," he added. I glanced at him like that was more
information than I actually needed.

"This true Kyles?" I asked her. She was seated on the
bed now, hugging herself. She nodded.

"You were happy to let him fuck you in the bum?" She
just looked at me. Unfortunately still in ecstasy more
than anything else, I felt.

"How come now Kylie? When you were pleading with him
not to, last time?' I asked.

"I don't know dad," she uttered slowly, barely above a
whisper. "I suppose I just wanted to try it."

"Have you done it to her many times this afternoon
Brad?" I asked, looking across at him. Their sudden
glance at one another answered that question.

"Well now what?" I said, "You want me to do it to you
as well?"

A few tears began forming and glancing across at Brad,
he got the message and slunk out of the room. I
suddenly felt terrible.

Sitting beside her, I hugged her and for once was
almost lost for words.

"Sorry, I'm just shocked baby, that's all," I told her.
"Nothing I won't get over. You haven't done anything
wrong sweetheart and I should never have made you feel
bad about it. C'mon get your clothes on and maybe we'll
all go home early today – I think your sisters have had
enough too... well, maybe not Jenna!" I added as an
afterthought.

At least that brought a smile.

As good as my word, we returned to the main bedroom and
sensing that all was not as it should be, Natalie and
Jenna (down on her knees sucking Warwick this time –
the girl has a problem!) agreed to go home without
further argument. The decision was not well received by
either Connor or most of the girls. George of course
knew I must have had my reasons.

On the way home, try as I might, I could not eject from
my memory those searing images of Kylie on that bed,
panting with lust, as Brad took her down into dark
territory. Given the chance, would she I wonder, have
let three men take her at once?

Worse still, would I?

[starfight]

18. Distant Princess

Surfing her laptop in bed one hormonally-charged night
mid Fall, acutely pretty British teenager Sally Young,
found exactly what she hadn't been looking for. Sex
stories on tap! Understand if you will, being just
sixteen herself and coming across the sexplicitly
described antics of girls her own age at the House of
Harper... what else was she to think but, "Oh God, if
only!"

Avidly following the selfless community services being
rendered by and upon Jenna, Kylie and Natalie, for
sweet Sally, orgasm simply begat orgasm. It came
eventually that she contacted me by email and freely
declared her rampant addiction for each new episode.

It was at this point she forwarded her own stunningly
beautiful portrait (available on request, although be
advised - it is tasteful in the extreme and she IS
dressed!) together with others I should confess, that
so far as any arousal-factor was concerned, it could
only be said that they realistically delivered on all
fronts (as it were!)

I wrote back to her, sensing even then, that she was
something remarkably special. In hindsight, it wasn't
in what she wrote – she sounded in fact just another
effervescent yet wholesomely innocent young cutie
coming to grips with her own sexuality. Hell, I knew
that species like the back of my hand, having here wall
to wall clones running me ragged nights!

No, it was that photograph. Without claiming to have
even a modicum of psychic ability, for some reason I
pick up the 'essence' of a person from their photo. The
eyes, poise, body-language reveal everything – I can
only describe it as being sensorily akin to a computer
print-out. The more I studied Sally's picture, the more
I knew about her – and the more I wanted to know.

I don't view people as being sixteen or sixty... that
is the body date-stamp, little more value than an
automobile chassis number. I recognise the inner-being
and that my friends are ageless. There are many middle-
aged people traipsing around this planet simply
filling-in their three-score-years-and-ten (damn, why
am I reminded of Warwick again?) Cruelly judgmental I
acknowledge, but there is it seems, no purpose - no
awareness. Another time, one can cross paths if only
for an instant, with a mere child of eight or nine and
the Geiger counter runs hot. The confronting auras have
linked and recognition been established!

So I felt it to be with Sally.

Just over four years earlier, I had taken Natalie and
Kylie on what was an eye-opening world-trip for both of
them. Whilst in Britain showing them 'my turf,' we had
in the course of touring the beautiful south-west
counties, en route to such places as Bath and
Stonehenge, been to Salisbury – Sally's hometown.

I had for years been promising that Jenna would
accompany me the next time I went (she had been but
eleven at the time), that being when funds might be
available. Well it seemed to me, such likelihood was
never going to eventuate and thus I resolved to take
her anyway. We would simply eat every second day! I had
already realised we wouldn't be needing separate rooms
and that being father and daughter, this would raise no
eyebrows among any Hotel staff, well unless they had a
few spy-cams installed.

To say Jenna was excited would be to understate the
obvious.

"Oh that's just not fair dad," muttered Kylie and
Natalie when told of the trip. "Jenna will have you all
to herself for nearly three weeks."

In fact, the incomparably beautiful nights that we
shared during that initial week away in the US would
have formed the basis itself of a complete stand-alone
documented work. That very first night in San
Francisco, checked-in at the old Cecil Hotel on Sutter,
was something I will never experience again. Far from
the hot'n sexy little turns running their course at
home, I really had the opportunity to make love to
Jenna as a young woman alone that night for the first
time. For her part, she gave to me a requited love that
not one in a million will ever know. Make that one in a
billion!

This is not the purpose of this recollection however
and it must therefore take regrettably, a back seat to
the tale at hand.

On the flight from New York to Paris, on impulse I
showed Jenna a copy of Sally's picture I had printed
off. I say "on impulse," the fact is, I had always
planned to show her I suppose.

"She's very pretty dad," she replied after studying the
pic closely. "Who is she? She soo reminds me of
Brianna."

I nodded, then kinda circumnavigated the truth – just a
little.

"Actually Jen, she got to read a couple of my mystery
stories I published on the Net a while back. (Luckily
Jenna knew about them). I think she mentioned that her
parents had either bought a book or downloaded a
title... I honestly can't remember now - but anyway,
she just really liked what she'd read and wrote to me
about it."

"She looks pretty young dad, " Jenna had then asked.
"How old is she?'

"Sally's your age sweetheart," I replied, "Just
sixteen." I couldn't help but notice how prolonged a
study she was making of the pic.

"Where does she live?"

"Salisbury in England," I told her, "Pretty close to
Stonehenge."

"Would you like to meet her," Jenna asked in all
innocence.

"Well, she doesn't even know we're going to England
Jenna." I replied. "Why? Do you think I should?"

She looked up at me then, just as cheeky an expression
as she could muster on that pretty little face.

"C'mon daddy, I know the kind of girls you really
like... and she has cute little boobies too." She
added, giggling hard.

"Well that she does, cheeky-face," I responded,
reminded suddenly of a couple of her other pics that
fully highlighted that particular aspect of her
existence.

'Well maybe we might just call when we're down her way
and see if she wants to meet up for an hour or so." I
volunteered.

"Sure dad," she laughed, taking my hand, Why don't we
do that?"

Paris was beautiful – it always is. Whether you're
strolling along the Left Bank, trying to manoeuvre your
shopping-trolley of a Citroen around the Arc de
Triumph, gazing down from the deuxieme etage of the
Eiffel Tower or just taking it easy in Le Louvre, life
is but a kaleidoscope of new experiences in the
Parisian capital. All I was thinking of though was
Salisbury and the sights it had to offer.

The first week in Britain was spent in London showing
Jenna so much of what she had heard me talk about
during her childhood. My hometown in the flesh
supplemented all those bedtime stories. She finally got
to see what she had only been able to imagine. Don't
think she was too impressed with the meteorological
attributes of the UK though.

"Dad," she said that first day, "It's not this cold at
home mid-winter!" I pointed out that she should hang
around for January.

"Thank you no," she replied with little hesitation.
"Nice for other things though," she observed, looking
up at me with that "Guess what I feel like?" look. We
were late down for breakfast as I recall.

Having struck an uncommonly good deal with a local car
rental company, obviously sympathetic to the Aussie
cause, early that second week we loaded up our Vauxhall
Zafira and struck out for Slough and the West. With
fuel in England more than double the cost now of the
average Sydney pump prices, it's best to have a
strategic geographic plan in place before you hit the
road in the U.K.

I had however, the added advantage of a lifetime's
familiarity with the British road-system. Hell, I had
sat beside my father as he navigated his way from
Land's End to John O'Groats long before they built the
first Motorway!

Following in her sisters' footsteps, Jenna marvelled at
the Roman influence in Bath, the antiquity of
Stonehenge and Avebury, the splendour of Longleat. If
only she had known what was to come!

I remember thinking as we pulled off the A36 right at
the A345 roundabout and throwing a right into Castle
Street, "What the hell am I doing here? She's just
sixteen!"

The Milford Hall Hotel was as I recalled it, no
Dorchester come lately, but very comfortable and a
major step-up from one of those sixty-nine-pound-a-
night Granada motorway havens that would probably have
seen Jenna the wished-for target of most every
paedophile headed north that night.

I waited till she was in the shower and way out of
hearing range, then called Sally's cell phone number
that I had gotten her to give me many weeks earlier.

"Hello?" came this plaintive but unmistakably west-
county accented little voice.

"Sally, I presume?"

"Yes, who is it please?" she asked.

"Well sweetie," I said, "You did once tell me that
given the opportunity, you'd run a couple of miles to
see my daughter having sex... this is your big chance
kiddo!"

Never was silence more deafening!

"Oh my God... Oh my God!!" she spluttered. "It's you
Noel. Where are you? Don't tell me you're in England...
are the girls with you??"

I let her calm down momentarily. "Err, just which of
those questions do you want answered first sweetheart?"
I replied.

"Oh, don't tease me," she said. "Are you really here?"

"Well depending on your definition of "here" Sally,
yeah, I guess I am. As "here" as you can get I suppose.
Just how far is the Milford Hall from you? Think you
can run that distance?"

She was making all sorts of disbelieving noises into
the receiver. I figured I'd better take up the
conversation.

"To answer your other question Sally... Jenna is with
me, the other two are back in Sydney... misbehaving
most likely.

"Can I talk to her Noel?" she pleaded, "Does she know
about me?"

"No, you can't talk to her right now sweetie," I
replied. "She's under the shower – I wanted to call you
first. And yes, I showed her your pic and told her
you'd contacted me after reading a couple of my stories
on the Net. She doesn't know anything about Harper
Valley or even that you know what goes on. OK?"

"Its cool, I won't mention it," she promised. "What did
she say about my pic?" How typically female I thought
to myself!

"She said she thought you were very pretty actually." I
told her truthfully. I thought it prudent not to
mention her other more personal observations.

"So," I continued. "Any chance of us seeing you?"

"Oh my God, of course," she gushed. "Just got to work
out what I'm going to tell my parents and how I can
arrange it."

"Definitely not too much," I told her candidly. "We're
only going to be here for just two more nights, that's
the other problem." I added quickly.

"Well at least it's the weekend from tonight," she
said, "So I haven't got school to worry about." Like I
hadn't already planned for that little eventuality!
Just then Jenna walked out of the bathroom in a cloud
of steam and not much else.

"You want to say hello to Sally?" I asked her. Her eyes
grew wide like saucers and quite honestly, you never
saw anyone move so fast. Grabbing the phone off me, she
sat down on my lap, knowing full-well the effect that
would be having. As she chattered animatedly to Sally,
I allowed myself the luxury of a grope either side.
Jenna squeaked in surprise and with a deliberately
provocative "dad!!" pushed my hands away.

Sally must have asked her what was going on because I
heard Jenna say, "Just dad... being naughty!" What
images must have been running through Sally's mind I
was thinking.

Talk about feeling superfluous! By the time Jenna had
hung up, everything was organised apparently.

"I love her accent dad," Jenna said, hopping off me,
the bath-towel short enough to disclose just the
cruellest hint of her curvy little bottom as she would
have been only too well aware.

From what I could deduce, Sally was planning on telling
her parents she was going to see Shyamalan's The
Village with a couple of school friends – this being a
not unusual event evidently and fully unlikely to
arouse suspicion. A friend of hers could drop her over
at the Milford Hall just after tea the following day.

Took a drive out to Bristol the next morning, but
speaking for myself, it wasn't the local architecture I
was thinking about. I have a sneaking suspicion Jenna's
mind was on other things too. On our return, we had a
cursory look around Salisbury Cathedral itself before
checking back in to the Milford for an early tea.

Jenna took so long doing herself up that night, anyone
would think it was her first date. Fashionable little
skirt and top and even some tasteful hot make-up. Cool
as it was outside, the environment control ensured our
rooms were maintained an optimum temperature.

"Jesus Christ girl," I said, looking her over, don't
tell me Brad and Jerry are coming too? She was at her
Harper's best! She stuck her tongue out at me.

Around 7 p.m. we got a call from reception saying our
"guest" had arrived.

"How'd I look?' I asked her.

"Like my lovely sexy dad," she said, giving me a
beautiful kiss on the lips. Thinking back now, how
lucky Sally was I even got as far as the foyer that
night!

The picture hadn't done the girl the justice it might
have. Sally was just so absolutely stunning, I figured
she must have taken every bit as much time as Jenna
had. Wearing an all-black dress that clung to her in
all the right places, she was a vision of youth, beauty
and utter desirability. She too had applied just a hint
of make-up – enough to highlight her near-perfect face-
structure, yet without betraying her tender years.

A delicate application of what appeared to be peach-
colored mascara set off the natural sparkle to her
pretty eyes and, like Jenna's, the lip-gloss simply
begged to be kissed-off at the first available
opportunity. Her long blonde hair was swept back off
her shoulders with just a few wayward locks teasing her
cheeks and forehead. We're talking here, God at his
creative best!

The girls hit it off instantly and hand in hand
accompanied me first to the bar. No way was anyone
going to be asking to see id for those two. Besides, I
was buying.

Fascinated by each other's accent there was more
giggling than anything else. Sally wanted to know all
about Australia, school... and Australian boys. Jenna
wanted to know about life in England, school and
English boys. I don't know why I even bothered going!

Eventually though I got a word in edgeways and
suggested maybe we went back to our room for a while.
No one jacked up about that. First thing I did once the
girls had made themselves comfy in the two easy-chairs
by the window, was to ring down for a few sandwiches
and a bottle of champagne. Wasn't so sure about Sally,
but after a couple of glasses of the sparkly-stuff,
Jenna's few remaining inhibitions invariably take a
hike.

I just couldn't take my eyes of Sally. Something
inherently pleasurable in just watching young girls
acting out their youths and effusive natural selves.
Simply the way they talk excitedly, the delicate hand
movements, self-conscious wriggles in the chair as they
smooth their skirts or dresses down while talking.
Little giggles and the occasional brief hand contact
when emphasising a point. Regrettably, it's all lost so
soon in the maturing process.

Room service was remarkably efficient and the ordered
refreshments were at the door in less than twenty
minutes. Drawing a chair up myself and having poured
them a glass each of the outrageously marked-up wine, I
got finally to chat with Sally and learn a bit about
her brief sixteen years on the planet.

I think she'd already heard in complete detail, Jenna's
fifteen (being only a fortnight into her sixteenth) She
had evidently, an older sister Jacqui to whom she
looked up to and maintained a very close relationship
with. Reflecting on the bond between my three, I had
every reason to wonder just how close that might be.

I recall thinking that if she was that enamoured with
the Harper Valley recollections then maybe it was a
sisterly love that Brad and Jerry for starters, would
give their right-hand to see. Better make that their
left hand – I think they would be having a desperate
need later for the use of their right!

I recall at one stage just putting an arm around
Jenna's waist and seeing Sally's pupils dilate – a
combination I suspect of the wine, her pre-knowledge
and her optimism.

Both girls, whether they knew it or not, had become
just marginally flirty. Nothing overt, just louder
giggles, hot little expressions and the occasional
shoulder wriggle. It's all in Nature's wonderful
blueprint for life.

At the point Jenna had to excuse herself for a toilet
break, Sally whispered to me. "She is sooo intelligent
and pretty, no wonder you love her so much." I just
leaned forward and gave her a brief kiss on the cheek.
The champagne had done its work however – she turned
her head fractionally and I had the option then of
withdrawing or kissing her again on the lips. Wasn't
exactly much of a choice!

"Dad!" giggled Jenna, returning from the bathroom. "I
leave you for a second and you're being naughty." Sally
was visibly blushing.

"Yeah, I know sweetheart," I smiled at her, "Doctors
tell me there's nothing they can do for me – completely
untreatable, the last one said."

"Why?" I added quickly, "You just a wee bit jealous
sweetheart?" I grabbed her as she walked past and
pulled her on to my lap."

A little shocked I'd say, she just sat their looking at
me with an arousingly half-open mouth. I had to kiss
it. Didn't that warm little bottom in my lap feel nice
though!

"Dad!!!!" she gasped again... "We have company." I let
her get off and settle back in her own chair. Sally's
face was priceless. I know a hot and aroused young girl
when I see one... and I was seeing at least two.

"Anyone like to watch a movie?" I asked. Their response
was a resounding vote in favor of the idea. The
recently-released Day After Tomorrow was the preferred
choice although we had all seen it earlier in the year.
I figured a second bottle of champers wouldn't go
astray over the ensuing couple of hours either and rang
down to have a bottle brought up.

Now the only place to properly watch a movie in a hotel
suite is the bed and as far as that went, this one was
the ant's pants. King-size, if not custom-built for
Hefner's Playboy mansion, it was just a case of the
girls slipping their shoes off and wriggling their way
up to the headboard. Jenna settled herself between me
and Sally, not that I was there for long as the buzzer
sounded.

Signing for the champagne, I couldn't help but notice
the bell-boy's desperate longing glance at the bed as
he took in the two girls lying there. If he didn't go
straight off on a break and make a few urgent "personal
arrangements" I'd have been surprised. Sally I think,
noticed the boy's flushed interest and giggled like the
little tease I think she is naturally.

Pouring them both a glass, I resumed my position on the
bed – but on Sally's side this time. Jenna shot me a
furtive glance.

Barely had the tidal wave engulfed Fifth Avenue when
the alcohol definitely kicked-in and the proximity of
those hot little bodies was making concentration on
anything else problematic to say the least.

"Are you comfy there Sally?" I asked idiotically.

"Uh-huh," she muttered, quaffing the remnants of her
last glass. "Having a really great night thanks."

I couldn't stand it any longer and just leaned across
and kissed her on the lips.

"Ohhh!" was all she said. It wasn't all she did though!
She looked at me with an expression that made it
abundantly clear that coming to Salisbury was never
going to have been a waste of time. I held her this
time and gave her a longer and deeper kiss.

"You are just sooo beautiful Sally, please forgive my
forward manner." I mumbled.

I was amazed to see that Jenna had taken a hold of her
left hand. I think it had actually been a fully
automated response on the part of both girls.

As they just glanced at each other for but a second, I
felt the connection.

"It's OK," I said. "Kiss each other." I hardly dared
breathe.

Turning to one another, the two girls simply looked in
each other's eyes – saw what I already had, and the
champagne did the rest.

Never have I seen anything more naturally beautiful and
arousing. No grunting lesbian passion, tongues down the
back of each other's throats, uninhibited lustful
writhing... they simply put their arms around each
others' shoulders and kissed on the lips. Not a brief
peck either, a long deep, sensitive and obviously
mutually satisfying kiss. As they withdrew, both looked
at each other and felt I'm sure, what I knew right then
– that Sally wasn't going home that night.

Even as they were still holding hands, coming to grips
with what obviously was happening, I pulled Sally to me
and kissed her again. She had no resistance to put up,
no objections to overcome. She wanted what I wanted.
Laying her back against the pillows I kissed her neck
and daring all, kissed her shoulder just to the left of
her right dress-strap while my right hand closed softly
around her left breast. She gave the softest little
moan of encouragement and I knew Jenna was also wanting
me to become yet more adventurous.

"You are soo lovely sweetheart," I managed to get out
and she just smiled up at me as I continued to gently
knead and fondle her breast. Pretty much the same size
as Jenna and Kylie in that department – I craved to see
more of her.

Slipping the straps down her arms was the work of but a
second and I felt her intake of breath as her silky
little bra was exposed. Even through the soft material,
her erect nipples were plainly in evidence and I
allowed myself the luxury of just passing my hand
across the front of her cups stimulating those
wonderful little peaks. That's when her expression
changed from breathless anticipation to a more urgent
need. Kissing her down the outside of her dress, I felt
her body stiffen as I reached her abdomen. How feminine
was her scent! how blissfully warm her body-heat.

Jenna was right alongside me now and I think unaware
that by leaning forward to kiss her herself, she was
exposing her own breasts to me in all their glory,
given the plunging neckline of that hot little top she
had on.

As they began kissing once more, inflaming their own
passions – Sally reached up and putting her arms around
Jenna's shoulder pulled her lower, at which point I
found myself staring at point blank range of that
incredibly arousing indentation in Sally's dress, at
the very base of her abdomen. By wriggling about as she
had been doing, that dress had ridden up her thighs
marginally and I just slipped my hand up between her
legs and felt the natural heat there.

Simply the contact with the inside of her thighs caused
Sally to gasp and as I drew the material upwards
exposing the hottest of tight little black panties I
recall wondering how long the paramedics would take to
get there if I needed them.

"Touch her there dad," Jenna suddenly whispered between
kisses. I didn't honestly know if I could. This was
after all, just an innocent sixteen year old child –
not one that had the experience of several months at
the Harper Valley get-togethers, or in fact with any
experience at all beyond whatever she may have had with
her sister.

Her panties were almost fully exposed now and making no
attempt to deflect my attentions in that particular
area, I simply stared fixated, at that slightest of
'channels' running the length of her knickers and
beneath which I knew her soft and virginal pussy lay –
at the mercy of its owner's trust and my hoped-for
gentility.

I simply inclined my head and kissed her softly on the
front of those knickers. The effect was dynamic. She
let out a series of little gasps and drew her legs up
fractionally. Her kissing Jenna now became more urgent
and I noticed she had tightened her arm around my
daughter's neck.

"Rub her breasts Jenna," I whispered hoarsely, as I
prepared to take the next step.

Slipping her hand now down inside Sally's bra, Jenna
began to gently squeeze her there, setting in motion a
series of pleasurable sighs between their passionate
kissing. Having then extricated her breasts altogether
from the flimsy material, so that for the first time, I
could see how similar in size and texture they were to
Jenna's, she lowered her head to Sally's nipples and
began to draw down on first one side and then the other
as the girl beneath her began literally gasping from
the deeply arousing attention she was receiving.

It was at this point I began to tug Sally's knickers
down and was rewarded for my efforts by as erotic a
sight as this world has to offer. Putting paid to the
question of whether or not she was a natural blonde,
atop that most intricate of now moist vaginal folds was
the prettiest little trimmed strip of dark hair at the
very base of her trim and smooth tummy, beyond which
the crumpled-up hem of her dress restricted further
viewing. The knickers I tossed off the bed.

Leaning inwards and kissing her delicately on that
trembling yet so alluring a narrow chasm, she reacted
as if touched by live wires. She wriggled in passion,
distracted to a degree by Jenna's suckling of her
highly erect nipples.

Looking up at me momentarily, and seeing Sally fully
exposed now, she just whispered "Make love to her dad,
I know she wants you to."

Make love to her? I knew she was still a virgin. Was
this my right? my duty? my committed path?

"Shall I Sally?" was all I muttered.

She just lay there, wriggling in total pleasure I
suspect and looking across at me for a moment between
the touch of Jenna's attentive little mouth, merely
nodded her acquiescence.

Not even bothering to undress her, I just pushed her
legs apart and knelt between them. I hadn't even
realised how hard and needful I was myself. Taking out
my erection and putting the head right at the entrance
to her pussy, I slipped it inside.

Gasping anew, she wriggled her exquisite little bottom,
allowing me to inch my way forward. Whether or not the
effectiveness of her hymen had been reduced either by a
self-help program or on-going sisterly intervention I
had no way of knowing, but the fact is there was very
little in the way of a barricade still in evidence.
Certainly a noticeable tightness a few inches in, which
in any event would be consistent with her young age,
but with increased pressure that was quickly overcome.

Completely transported now, Sally was moaning and
pushing her hips up to meet my thrusts as I worked my
way into my own little paradise. Jenna was encouraging
me and fully misbehaving herself, one hand down inside
her own panties, settling into a rhythm that was ever
only going to have the one messy outcome.

With each successive thrust, my whole being was focused
on Sally's receptive and compliant little vaginal
cavity. Filling it was no problem, defining my reasons
for needing to, were a different story.

Then there was Larissa. Oddly perhaps the one person
who would understand that in no way was I betraying my
love for her. Pathetic rationalisation many will
suggest obviously, but the mere fact that one has the
capacity to love, quite obviously cannot limit such
feelings to just one person. Were that a realistic
possibility we would have a perfect world! That night,
with my cock as far up Sally's pussy as I could get it,
it wasn't far short, let me tell you!

Jenna had no need to mutter "Fuck her dad," but I
suspect it was simply her own hormones talking out
loud. In any event, that's precisely what I was doing
to her and at the point I jetted most every chromosome
I had available up inside that accommodating little
slit, life was really pretty damn good!

Lying there purring from her recent physiotherapy, one
hand on her pussy, the other a little below her breast,
cum trickling slowly down one thigh, Sally just looked
up at me and whispered breathlessly, "Do it to Jenna
now."

Well, the truth of the matter is Jenna wanted nothing
else but to be fucked right then, her entire body
language could vouch for that! Just pushing her on her
back then, right alongside Sally's prostrate form, I
pushed her little skirt up to her waist and tugged her
knickers off in record time.

Sally, I noticed, was instigating her own little
nipple-fondling session beneath my daughter's top and
was visibly activated by the sight of Jenna's hot
little pussy as it slid into view. Just starting to
grow now after her enforced public shaving, I found
myself wishing one of us had a spare razor handy.

If Sally had been wet, Jenna was simply flooded. Just
pushing her knees up, I held them well apart and simply
pushed in to her as far as I was able. Sally's
expression watching this was one of virtual disbelief.
"Oh God she said, that is soo hot."

Inexorably, her hand found its way between her own
thighs as she knelt there, her other hand idly fondling
Jenna's breasts, both of which were jiggling beneath
her bra as I increased my rhythm. On automatic pilot,
she spread her knees wider to give me better access –
definitely no need of holding them.

"Fuck her harder," Sally was pleading, quite beyond the
bounds of social niceties now. Rubbing her own clit
with renewed passion as she watched her new friend
being fucked silly by her father, I was finding the
whole thing almost unendurably arousing.

Judging by Jenna's own gasps, wriggles and vocalised
pleas of "Oh God, YESSS! Don't stop dad!" I'd say so
was she.

She didn't get quite the same volume of hot gel as had
Sally, but let's just say it got the job done. Speaking
of which, Sally there, rocking on her haunches with
both hands up between her legs was crying out in
ecstasy as I suspect she experienced the biggest orgasm
of her short life.

I had but hotter plans and with remarkably little
difficulty stripped both girls entirely and then had
Jenna lie full length on top of Sally, face down...
their breasts making contact and both pussies fully
accessible, being but centimetres apart.

Fucking both alternately as she and Sally kissed was
something less than a hardship let's say! Wasn't a
whole lot of point one might surmise, given my stock-
levels, but with two pairs of incredibly spread legs in
my direct line of vision, hot little slits with cum
trickling out of both, not to mention Jenna's curvy
little bum begging for a feel, what the hell else was I
gonna do? Read them a bedtime story?

I think I came... Don't know if either noticed -
kissing, fondling and generally messing around with
each other's bodies as they were. I figured it was
definitely time to give Dennis Quaid and the frozen
Empire State Building the flick.

That Sally was going to stay the night was not even up
for discussion. She just rang home and said she was
making it a sleepover with her friend. "Jesus," I was
thinking, If her dad could just see her on the other
end of her cell phone. Face-down naked on the bed in a
hotel suite, her panties and bra scattered around the
room, with another naked sixteen year old girl running
her hands down her back and across her bottom as she
was talking. Not to mention having cum still running
out of her with the likelihood of this being replaced
during the next few hours in many a different fashion.

We went to bed there and then. To begin with, I had the
two girls lying side by side. With little I could
realistically contribute for a while I wanted them to
just enjoy each other's bodies with total freedom. I
hadn't counted on this being soo damn hot though and
although in darkness, their sighs, gasps and wriggling
was just murder. Sporadic mutters here and there of
"Yessss, keep sucking like that" and "Push in further
Jenna," or even, "Kiss me there," were not conducive to
sleep let me tell you.

After maybe an hour of this on-going torture, I just
leaned over and grabbed the nearest little body and
pulled her on top of me. I knew, almost immediately it
was Sally, just by her scent. She lay there on her back
as with one hand I began fondling her breasts and
nipples (How similar were they to Jenna's too) while
with the other, I spread her labia and began rubbing
her the length of her slit paying especial attention to
her clearly distended little clit. Now this was
something I knew I had a latent talent for – getting
little girls hot!

Bringing a girl to the point of utter ecstasy I find
supremely arousing and almost line ball with actual
intercourse. It's a good fall-back too (as it were)
when one finds oneself a tad low on fuel after a few
frenetic hours. On this particular occasion, Sally was
literally shivering with pleasure as I caressed her
every intimate part.

The orgasm which overtook her was a doozy and I didn't
hear too much more from her for quite a while. I
dragged Jenna atop me next and set about her nipples
and pussy with unabandoned delight. Just having a young
girl's hair flopping in your face as they lie on your
chest whilst you indecently assault them is I have to
say, a most pleasurable experience.

There were actual periods of sleep that night... or at
least times at which the girls were probably just
passing-out with pleasure. I remember waking at one
point, to find some hot little harlot lying on me face
down, trying to manipulate my cock up inside her.
Barely conscious, I smacked her little bum and said "Go
to sleep Jenna," to which she giggled and whispered
"It's Sally!" Ever the considerate adult, I let her
have her way!

Awaking first, the sight that met my eyes was just too
beautiful for words. I had to pull the covers down
momentarily to take in the full aspect. Jenna, sound
asleep on her back, her legs apart with her own small
hand resting atop her pussy. Sally was on her side, her
back to me, the wonderful curves of her hips, bottom
and lower back plainly evident.

She snuggled up against Jenna, she had an arm around
her shoulders, her face half buried in Jenna's hair
nuzzling her neck. Both girls' firm and proud breasts,
nipples their normal size once more, were gently moving
rhythmically to their owner's gentle breathing. The
sight absolutely entranced me and I just sat there
looking at this beautiful tableau. Quite honestly it
almost brought tears to my eyes, such innocence and
youthful purity did it represent. Where the hell is
David Hamilton when you need him?

Awaking them eventually I kissed both and suggested
they had a refreshing shower. I wanted more than
anything to join them but this I felt was something
they could and should enjoy together. Much as I would
have liked to just watch them, I didn't. I knew this
had been the right decision when after some twenty
minutes almost (They must have near-emptied the entire
Hotel's hot water supplies) they emerged in bathrobes
not just glowing, but holding hands and obviously
having experienced a closeness that was for ever to be
a loving recollection in their own memories. There are
definitely times between girls that a man is just not
needed.

"Thanks Dad," said Jenna, squeezing my hand as she went
past to get her clothes. I knew exactly what she meant.

We had a superb breakfast and talked more between
ourselves in that hour or so than we had the entire
previous evening. What was imminent though I really
didn't want to acknowledge. Sally would have to go home
and we had to head back to London.

Just looking at them in the morning light I could see
just how young sixteen really is. All the promise of
youth, the beauty of approaching womanhood, the
perfection of a girl's body at that juncture. I wanted
to take them back to bed... but the night had passed,
the opportunity had been taken up and the memories
filed. To have aspired to further pleasures would be to
insult, if not denigrate what magic had been
experienced between us.

We had arranged to drop Sally off just around the
corner from her home and this, by negating the
opportunity for stressful and drawn-out goodbyes might
have proven a blessing. As it was, kissing Sally and
thanking her for the most beautiful of nights was
ultimately a miserable experience, knowing that more
than anything I wanted to keep her with me. Jenna too
hugged her as she might have Kylie and promised to stay
in touch when she got back to Australia. The last we
saw of her, she turned and smiled prettily, though with
a touch of sadness I thought, as she rounded the
corner.

Neither of us said much for a few miles.

"I'm going to miss her dad," Jenna said suddenly, tears
welling in her eyes. It was quite the last thing I
wanted to hear. I pulled over.

Nursing her for a while like the little girl she really
is, I wasn't without the need for a Kleenex or two
myself.

[starfight]

19. Harpers Afloat


We all knew it! Harper Valley was taking over our
lives. It wasn't so much that anyone was getting bored
with sex – quite the reverse in fact. We could barely
pass each other in the hallway now without having to
resort to some minor indecency. A hot little spank,
fondle of a breast – even a full-on quickie up against
the wall if the coast was clear.

Admittedly, the latter was usually with Kylie, who had
no qualms whatsoever about getting down and sexy with
me anytime, any place! When a hot little tease wanders
out of the bathroom into your room late nights in just
her skimpy bra and panties, one finger in her mouth
giggling – what the hell are you supposed to do? Get
out your crucifix and wave it in her face, while
snarling "Back spawn of Satan?" or read aloud an
appropriate passage from the Gospel According to St
Mark maybe?

Whilst Natalie was more inclined to seek out prolonged
late-night action under my covers – The Yardbirds' one-
time hit Over Under Sideways Down, coming readily to
mind here, Jenna still had this thing for being
squashed submissively up against the steering wheel
pre-school. I have a theory that she rather likes the
feel of sticky panties as she sits at her desk. No
accounting for taste. Certainly fun getting them
sticky!

Activities between the three of them were common-place
if not significantly on the increase. Two of them would
end up taking extraordinarily long showers together
when Chris was not home, Jenna and Natalie especially I
noticed. Nor was it rare to hear crazed giggling from
one of the rooms, and giving in to temptation I would
look-in to find Kylie on her back – usually naked or
close to – being kissed and fondled by Natalie (she
always tends to keep just her panties on) while Jenna
would be licking her sister's pussy in frenzied
delight, quite often with her hand in her own knickers
(if she had any on). For my part, it was never a wise
move to actually go in, as this would invariably
degenerate into a three-girl rape session... exactly as
they had planned it.

I think though that we sensed even then, it all had
ultimately to end – as much at home as in the Valley.
What otherwise would be the plan? Bring their
boyfriends home to routinely fuck their other sisters?
Invite Brad, Jerry, Connor and associates to each
wedding so they could do a number on the bridesmaids,
if not the bride? Have them tell their friends they had
to be back home early because their father wanted to
try a new position?

We hadn't yet got to the stage of a round table
conference but assuredly winds of change were blowing
in from the south.

Meanwhile the Harper juggernaut rolled on.
Interestingly, in discussing life with Jerry, Brad and
Warwick amongst others, it seemed that each and every
daughter was becoming more and more ..desirous let's
say, of more regular intimacies. According to Warwick,
Brianna was skirting dangerously close to the edge of
nymphomania so far as her night-time needs were
concerned. Hell, my three were well past that!

The next gathering saw everyone back at George's place.
Strictly speaking it should have been our turn, but
given that in the intermediary period we had hosted a
major barbecue function to honor Jenna's soccer league
success at their State semi-final, we were exonerated.
Jerry, Brad, Warwick Connor and several others had
attended the match and the post barbecue festivities.

With no preconceived intent, at least I like to think
that, the afternoon had, with the undoubted assistance
of several bottles of champagne, taken on the
attributes of a typical Harper's script. Basically, in
Natalie's enforced absence, Jenna and Kylie both found
themselves the main attraction and by late afternoon
had been so comprehensively fucked by each and every
guest a number of times - both singly and together,
they were forced to declare giggling, a state of
vaginal emergency.

The event was soured to a small degree at the point
Brad, admittedly whilst 'under the weather,' produced a
camera–phone and commenced what was obviously intended
as his own private photographic exhibition of Jenna,
who having been three-quarters stripped of her sports
outfit and pushed across a low trestle table in little
more than her panties, was being somewhat indelicately
penetrated by Connor and his friend. Not that she was
objecting. Over with Kylie's group at the time, I
managed to get myself back on-site and wrest the device
off him after just one pic. Even though not officially
a Harper's engagement, I reminded him of the total
photographic ban in place. Being otherwise fully
engaged (if not engorged) at the time, Jenna remains
ignorant to this day, of the existence of that one
carnally explicit portrait (You think I was going to
delete it?)

George's get-together was much like George himself.
Polished, very well organised and in good taste. Yes,
girls can be fucked tastefully or not. Its all in the
methodology and the surroundings.

From my viewpoint I took the opportunity of spending
most of the day with Larissa. I hadn't seen that much
of her for a few weeks and had been missing her
greatly. Didn't even get to the stage of unhinged
physical by-play for quite a while, just preferring to
talk, cuddle and kiss her, while catching up on lost
moments. My three were by necessity being stripped and
fondled however within minutes of the front door
closing.

Natalie and Jenna found themselves side by side on the
same lounge, being French-kissed while other hands
worked their way inexorably into their bras and
knickers. The last I saw of Kylie, she was being groped
on all sides and propelled somewhat roughly into
George's den just across the hallway in nothing more
than her high-cut bikini briefs, by four slavering
dads. George was with her so I knew the other three
would be OK!

There were plenty of parents to go around... of both
sexes and thus Brianna, Louise, Chantelle, Tanya,
Michelle, Brittany, Nadia etc, were all potentially
well catered for.

Meanwhile Larissa and I had ended up in her bedroom and
as I undressed her slowly on her own bed I finally
realised what I should always have known and
understood. That like my three, she was still just a
young girl growing up, experiencing admittedly the
sexual freedom not one in twenty million probably have
the chance to, yet enjoying her body every bit as much
as her partners. Love and sex after all, remain
completely separate entities despite the fact that
social etiquette tells us they should be intrinsically
linked at all times.

At one stage I recall George coming in on his own while
I was making love to Larissa on her side and with her
back to him. She knew he was there. The casual observer
might have described the scene as erotically perverse,
seeing a girl's father kneeling at his seventeen-year
old daughter's bedside, gently stroking her neck and
shoulders as she is being taken to the heights of
sexual passion by a man getting-on for three times her
age. It certainly was a surreal experience. I was
hoping privately I could maybe return the favor if he
and Natalie found themselves in as emotionally
vulnerable a position some time in the near future.

Probably to allow some of the other girls a little more
sexual latitude but "the triplets" were given a rest in
the 'bedroom mazurka' sequence after the rest period.
It was almost refreshing just sitting out in the garden
with them and Larissa, just talking normally rather
than over-indulging our group libidos.

From what I heard later, little Caitlin and Tanya were
given extended work-outs in every known position. Not
sure who the third girl was. I did notice that Graham,
Chloe and Kirsten were absent from the party due, so it
was suggested, to it being Chloe's time of the month.

This entire interlude however is not the center-piece
of this particular Harper episode. So allow me to move
right along.

Once in a while, Jerry actually has all his brain cells
functioning in parallel. They were, the day he called
me and said,

"Well, what about a cruise?"

"A cruise?" I replied. "You mean like Master &
Commander: The Far Side of the World? Or A Night to
Remember Jer?"

"Just one of those island cruises," he answered.

For those of you unfamiliar with Sydney nautical
options, this is a city of maritime delights. People
get about on boats here like those in Switzerland use
skis. Sydney harbor is a boatman's paradise and being,
with the possible exception of San Francisco or
Auckland the world's largest and most heavily populated
waterway, it offers any and every floating relaxation
imaginable.

From two hour harbor cruises to all day trips outside
the heads up and down the near coastal inlets, its just
a matter of how much damage your American Express card
can reasonably sustain. For the well-heeled, the
"Tasmanian Sea-Link" car-ferry can zap your family and
Camry down to Hobart in a matter of two nights or so.
Cost you way more than a return trip to London but
hell, it's one over the top luxury vessel.

Now as it happens, Jerry was talking about one of the
local island crawls. By "local" I mean Noumea, Vanuatu,
French New Caledonia, even the odd "mystery" island as
the brochures gushingly promise. All up ultimately,
much the same distance as Auckland. Infinite routing
permutations and all supported by the latest generation
cruise ships... 80-100,000 tonne leviathans most of
which are considerably bigger than the QE2. The trick
is, to get enough people to go to make it economically
feasible. A twenty-nine hundred dollar single berth can
be picked up for as little as $850 if you get enough
people to share a state-room.

Well hey, at Harpers, the one thing we weren't short of
was people!

Took maybe a week's organising but with the upcoming
October holidays a seven to eight day cruise would not
intrude on any school time. In the upshot, most
everyone was more than willing to join the odyssey and
with a little coercion we managed to book out five
adjoining eight-berth cabins on A-Deck. Myself, the
three girls, George, Larissa, Jerry and Michelle in
suite 724.

Pete, his seventeen year old son Michael, Brad and
Louise, Steve and Nadia, Mal and Cathy in 722. Graham,
Chloe and Kirsten, Chris, his wife Anne and their
daughter Meredith, Wayne and Caitlin in 720. In suite
718 was crammed Paul and Chantelle, Connor and Sandy,
Sue and Tanya, Keith and Brittany. In the furthest
suite – 716 were Danielle and her dad Mike, Warwick and
Brianna, Virginia, her younger sister Rhiannon, and
father Craig. Theirs had a spare bed. A rather healthy
ratio all up one must admit, of twenty-two girls to
seventeen men. The "Valley" was well represented you
might say!

Boarding that Friday evening was as hectic an affair as
you might imagine it would be, with over two thousand
people having to cram into Circular Quay where even the
bridge of the Pacific Princess towered over the
maritime terminal, her rear jutting out almost as far
as the Harbor Bridge itself.

It was a hot night and the ship's air-conditioning was
working overtime to maintain a comfortable balance
between the need for layers of deodorant and frigid
indifference. Having lost the odd member of our party
at varying times amongst the jostling tourist trade, we
finally located our parallel suites and incredibly not
having a single piece of luggage misplaced, we checked-
in to our quite splendid quarters.

First up, and doubtless this was repeated right the way
through to 716 a "fight" for the bed with the best
view. We had a choice of two double beds a double bunk
a single bed and a pull-out trundle. Working on the
theory that Jenna was arguably the smallest cabin-
member – she inherited the pull-out. Kylie and Natalie
had a cat-fight going over the single-bed nearest the
window. Solved that by giving it to Jerry.

I realised at this stage, "what the hell did it matter
anyway?" as if anyone would be staying in the same bed!
Purely for reasons of convenience, George and Larissa
took one of the doubles, Nat and I the other. That left
Michelle and Kylie with the bunk – naturally, they both
wanted the top – we even had to toss for that, leaving
Kylie muttering "not fair!"

The decks were packed as the huge ship was towed away
from its moorings by a fleet of tugs. Horns blared from
hundreds of other craft and in a traditional show of
farewell, thousands upon thousands of colored streamers
were tossed by visitors and passengers alike as she
slid away from quayside. Free of her restraints, the
Pacific Princess' colossal diesel engines then kicked-
in and propelled the cruiser towards Sydney's North
Head and the open sea. Remembering for a moment that
this is exactly what it must have been like that night
the Titanic pulled away from the docks in Southampton
all those years ago, I didn't feel much like cutting
loose emotionally. Jenna must have noticed my passive
expression.

"What's wrong?" she said, "You don't look very happy."

"Its nothing sweetheart," I replied picking her up
around the waist – she weighs peanuts – "Just thinking
about some things." I added, "Sorry if I looked
bothered. I'm not at all. Matter of fact I am so
looking forward to this whole thing, you better believe
it." With that I kissed her on the lips, much to the
obvious distaste of the grizzled middle-aged lady on my
left who I doubt had ever had the experience herself,
to judge by her bearing and demeanor. Definitely Head
warden in a female prison!

"She married young," I muttered to the woman, taking
Jenna's hand and leading her back to our cabin.

Life on board a cruise ship is geared towards two
things. Providing and maintaining as festive an
atmosphere as is possible and extorting from the unwary
passenger every last dollar he or she so foolishly
brought aboard. You imagine the night-clubs, bars,
spas, room-service 24/7 are there purely for your on-
board convenience? Think again. These ships are one
enormous floating alcoholic haze, beers and spirits all
marked-up to Hell and back. By the time your girlfriend
is on her third Vodka Cruiser you could have bought a
half bottle of decent bourbon at your local liquor
store.

We all had something way better though – girls!

Even by the time the eight of us had returned to 724,
Jerry especially was looking a bit needful. Admittedly,
our suite was a hellish tease – just three guys and
five girls. And didn't they just all know their drawing
power? First things first though.

Well clear of the Heads now, the lights of Sydney just
a glow on the fading rear horizon, it was time for
dinner in the Starlight Club lounge. Having by
necessity to pre-book for the entire trip, four
complete tables for our entourage alone, we decided our
small group would road-test the "Kontiki" bar as an
aperitif. The girls, all done up in nice dresses, high
heels and make-up, looked anything but underage – we
weren't expecting too many ID checks. The sheer
relaxation of being in unpressured surroundings and
with no time constraints for once, was a rare luxury.

Not long after we had seated ourselves at a darkened
but rather cosy little nook down the far end of the
cabin, with a round of old Jack and some Island Coolers
for the girls, several of the others turned up,
including Graeme, but without Chloe and Kirsten not
surprisingly. With Hollywood's best special-effects
team, Kirsten could still look no more than twelve! Hot
as my three appeared (and I hadn't missed Jerry's on-
going glances at Jenna's low cut dress) little Cathy's
turnout was to die for as she winged-in on Mal's arm.

A couple of months younger than Jenna, she was still
fifteen, not that you would have known in that evening
dress she had on. Shining dark brown hair swept up at
the back and with a beautiful little pendant around her
neck that complimented two tiny emerald ear-studs. She
was just beautiful. Not having indulged in much more
than a passing "Hi" since all those months earlier at
Warwick's place, I aimed to do something about that and
long before this cruise was finished. Larissa caught me
looking at her and tugged my arm playfully.

"Way too young for you," she teased. She had to be
kidding!

Not that Larissa herself was anything but desire
incarnate. Clingy black evening dress, split up the
left hand side and though showing enough to tease, was
marginally insufficient to get arrested for. I squeezed
her hand and leaning forwards kissed her softly.
George... ever George, just smiled at me.

We were on to our third round of drinks when a steward
from the Club Restaurant notified us that our dinner
booking was ready. I had to pry Jerry loose from
Jenna's arm. What's wrong with that guy? He's turning
into a real lap-dog so far as my daughter is concerned!

I won't bore the reader with details of our gastronomic
endeavors that night. Suffice to say, the food was
exquisite and the dance floor one hell of an
aphrodisiac. Ingesting the different perfumes of pretty
much a dozen hot and sexy little girls as they allowed
themselves to be held up close and personal, one hand
tightly around their waist, had a longer-lasting effect
than the bourbon let me tell you. I can't speak for the
other guys but as the night wore on I was finding it
harder... ..well lets just leave it at that shall we? –
says it all.

Saved the last dance for Kylie and in less time than it
took to twirl her around just the once, the earlier
caresses and soft words with all those other girls were
but a memory. I loved and wanted her so much then, it
was hurting me. She knew – I could see it in her eyes.
Oddly, there is just one person on this planet, living
of all places in Clemson South Carolina, and she knows
who I mean, who understands what I am trying to tell
you here.

What Kylie and I share is beyond special... beyond
defining. In another life we undoubtedly shared this
same intense relationship only now it was her turn to
be my daughter. Not caring whoever happened to be
watching, I kissed her on the lips and simply
whispered, "Later sweetheart."

On my way back to our suite, I had to check and see who
it was on my arm. A beautiful little blonde poppet
smiled up at me – Michelle... thank God it wasn't Jerry
or Brad! She couldn't have chosen a better moment – I
loved her too! I think it was our suite we entered –
wasn't of major importance at that stage. There was a
bed... that's all I needed. I pulled her down with me
and she melted in my arms. I have no recollection of
removing her dress but the next thing I knew she was
lying beside me in just her panties and nothing else.
Slipping my hand up between those incredibly warm
thighs I felt her reaction as I caressed the front of
her knickers with not a little urgency.

She murmured something but I couldn't tell what. I just
had to kiss her all over. Starting with those wonderful
lightly glossed lips I worked my way around to her neck
which had her making all kinds of hot little sounds.
Gasping softly as I kissed her breasts and now very
erect nipples, I felt the softness of her flat tummy
and turning her over quickly, tugged down her tiny
little briefs. Spreading her legs gently, the gasps
turned to whimpers and after that I was lost.

It was only as I experienced the greatest of releases
that I realised the other double bed was anything but
empty. It was also anything but quiet. Though bathed in
simply moonlight, the occupants and their deliberations
were entirely visible. Jerry, Wayne and Graham were
completely naked. They had Jenna, still with her
evening dress on apparently, although pushed well up
past her hips, kneeling on all fours between them.

From what I could make out, Wayne was fondling her
breasts right down her dress while wanking himself with
his free hand. Jerry had a hold of her hips and was
taking her hard from the rear with long deep strokes to
judge by his own groans of pleasure. Jenna meanwhile
was wriggling about in near-ecstasy and to my
everlasting amazement, had a hold of Graham's erection
which she was taking into her mouth as he knelt there,
sucking him like there was no tomorrow. The harder
Jerry fucked her the greater her moans of pleasure and
the deeper she seemed to be taking Graham into her
mouth.

"Oh God, Jenna," Graham muttered as he quite obviously
came in her mouth. Gripping a handful of her hair
tightly, he made sure she had to swallow most every
last drop. Jerry meanwhile had begun filling the
furthest recesses of her young pussy as he clutched her
hips and simply drove it into her. With her hot little
ass as elevated as she could get it, she was making
sure nothing distracted Jerry from his deliberations. I
couldn't see Wayne's culminating performance but a
sudden shocked, "Ohhhhhhhh!" seemed to indicate he had
jetted a whole lot of naughty stuff all over her
somewhere.

That dress was definitely going to be in need of some
urgent dry-cleaning. I noticed too as she sat back on
her heels, hands between her legs, that Wayne had
managed to get both her breasts out which even now he
was fondling and pulling playfully as they jutted free
of her dress-top, while she sat there compliantly,
seemingly unmoved to stop him.

"You have the hottest little tits sweetheart," he
mumbled. Predictably, Jenna just giggled.

Either totally oblivious to my presence or simply
uncaring, the three of them were now in the process of
pushing Jenna on to her back.

"C'mon, lets strip her completely." said Graham. I want
to fuck her naked."

Having only to divest her of the dress and bra, it was
the work of but a moment. Her little mock cry of shock
as they got her bra off leaving her fully nude, was
priceless.

It was only then I glanced down at my side and
discovered Michelle had obviously sustained a subtle
degree of emotional overload and was curled up beside
me sound asleep. Kissing her softly on the cheek, I
slipped the covers up around her.

Well Graham did say he wanted to fuck her naked and
that's precisely what he did. Dragged to the edge of
the bed, where Jerry and Wayne held her legs as wide as
they could get them, Graham wasn't about to waste time
with any unnecessary foreplay. Jenna gasped for real,
as he pushed right up inside her pussy. It was too dark
to make out any details, I can only assume how easy it
would have been for him, given the quantity of Jerry's
cum that would have still been on-site.

"You are such a hot little slut Jenna," he remarked, "I
so love doing this to you." One couldn't really debate
the virtues of either statement at that point. His
words carried no offense despite their literal meaning.
I realised then how many years he must have been
looking at her seated behind her desk in class, aware
of her girlish tease and simply longing to get his
hands inside her bra and panties, if not other things.
How many teachers suffer this agony every day
worldwide?

As both Jerry and Wayne began rubbing her breasts as
they jiggled in response to Graham's hard thrusts, I
could see Jenna was almost totally given over to the
sensations she was experiencing. Audibly demanding he
fuck her harder, she responded to Wayne's asking her to
"rub her own tits" by cupping them and squeezing them
in apparently total ecstasy. The other two were left to
wank themselves insensible. Graham had a hold of her
legs himself and bent now at the knees, he had them
spread so wide that had it been daytime, the view would
have been wildly arousing let's say.

For my part, this was cruelty supreme. Not because I
was watching my daughter getting pleasurably raped, but
because more than anything else, I wanted to fuck her
myself – preferably with her two other sisters
alongside.

I didn't even stay for Wayne's turn or whatever was to
follow. Just as Graham jettisoned what must have been
his secondary delivery of the night well up in-between
her legs, Wayne was leaning across, asking her
something. What that might be one can only surmise.
Suffice to say though that as I got off the bed and
began to make my way to the door, I saw Jenna easing
her naked and abused body astride his lap, indicating
the likelihood of his wanting to fuck her front-on as
she knelt there like that. Goddammit. I so knew what
that felt like too!

I figured they had a whole lot more planned for her,
individually and together, not to mention when Michelle
woke up.

Wondering where George, Larissa and my other two had
ended up, I knocked on the door of the adjoining suite
722. Steve opened it and ushered me in, looking
somewhat hastily up and down the corridor as he did so.
A cursory glance around the cabin and I could see why!
Pretty much identical a layout to our suite, there must
have been fourteen or fifteen people packed in there.
It wasn't an origami class either.

On the double bed nearest to the door was a sight that
almost stripped my retinas bare. Feisty little Louise
Archer was lying full length on a girl I couldn't see
but with her legs spread, to match those of the girl
beneath her. Literally pussy to pussy, both were making
the most of the volcanically hot contact between their
legs. Triangular patches of light and dark curls
forming the most delightfully arousing friction.

Although obscured somewhat by Brad's back, who was
doing something to his daughter I just couldn't see,
the two older moms – Sue and Anne, though fully
dressed, were not only rubbing the two younger girl's
pussies, they were fingering them to the hilt as they
writhed in unfettered pleasure. The one beneath Louise,
wriggling almost on heat so it appeared. At the point
Anne slid her hand up beneath Sue's skirt and most
especially with her daughter Tanya perched on the
corner of the bed watching her mom being fingered, one
hand inside her own panties, I quite reasonably decided
I'd probably knocked on the right door.

Leaving the two younger girls to their own devices,
Anne and Sue began to kiss. Sue returned the other
woman's up-skirt favor and within seconds, both were
clearly masturbating the other. Tanya's own efforts
were given a boost moments later when Steve knelt down
in front of the girl and pulling her hand free of her
knickers, replaced it with his own.

Tanya gave a yelp of surprise but made no effort to
stop him. Her mom meanwhile was in the process of
divesting Anne of her knickers and as one ragingly hot
and trimmed little pussy was displayed for all to see,
Tanya's was playing host to Steve's middle finger.
Glancing at her daughter's predicament momentarily, Sue
nodded her approval.

The shocks kept coming. On the adjoining bed was a
sight that was simply too much, even for my warped need
for gratuitous sexual stimulation. Pete's seventeen
year old son Michael, obviously keen to carry on the
family tradition, was taking full advantage of the fact
that his father was holding a struggling Kylie (in just
her bra and panties evidently) on his lap with her arms
pinioned behind her. Kneeling in front of her and
responding to his dad's instructions to "C'mon, fuck
the little cunt," he wasted no time in extricating his
somewhat impressive erection.

"Well get her panties off son," Pete barked at him.
"You're gonna fuck her, not ask her to dance."

This brought on a fresh round of struggling as the boy
pulled her knickers down, exposing what for him must
have been quite some visual Utopia. Pete himself tugged
her bra straps off her shoulders, which left her
breasts completely open to his son's gaze and bearing
what quite obviously were as erect a pair of nipples as
any seventeen year old boy could possibly hope to see.
It spurred him on to greater daring, as he tentatively
fondled first one then the other as the girl gasped and
wriggled.

It was at that stage, Kylie looked across and saw me
watching her get intimately molested.

"Oh Gosh dad," she cried out at seeing me acknowledge
her predicament. The poor boy leaped off the bed like a
scalded cat trying in vain to cover his erection.

"Its OK son," I said, "Schools in for the night. You
just do what you gotta do. Its cool"

He looked at me stunned, as did his Father I imagine.

"A..are you sure its alright?" he asked plaintively,
renegotiating the coverlet gingerly.

"Well son," I added, "Given your dad's behaviour the
other week with this rather wayward little girl, I
kinda figure she's not gonna mind too much. Just treat
her gentle, OK?"

"Dad!! " She cried out in total fake hurt. Those
wonderfully sexy little eyes were smiling though.

"God, Am I going to fuck her senseless later tonight,"
I thought to myself.

Watching her being penetrated by a seventeen year old
boy was just about the hottest thing I have ever seen.
He didn't have much of a clue as to how to progress...
and that just rendered it hotter still. Having no
trouble spreading her vaginal lips and pushing up
inside her, he seemed embarrassed having to pump her
with an audience on hand (well, especially the girl's
father!) His escalating pleasure however got him well
and truly over the line. Watching as she lay back on
Pete spreading her legs wide, allowing him better
access, was doing things to me.

Just then something else happening behind me did a
whole lot more.

Supposing both or all participating girls had cum, Brad
had wandered off and the tableau began to break up.
Steve had Tanya face down on the floor the far side of
the bed and from the looks of it was raping her silly.
As I saw Louise disentangling herself from her hot
partner they indulged in one last passionate kiss and I
saw who it was. Natalie!

At almost the same instant she saw me.

"Oh my God dad," she said, "How long have you been
here?"

"Long enough to discover that you like other girls
sweetheart," I replied, "Not just your sisters, but
hey, that's great honey, nothing to be embarrassed
about."

Before we were able to engage in further conversation,
George appeared beside me. As Natalie desperately tried
to cover her nakedness he took her hand.

"You needn't be embarrassed Natalie," he said, "You are
just so beautiful." He then kissed her and got himself
on the bed right alongside her. He looked up at me.

"With my full blessing my friend," I told him. I meant
every word.

Natalie wanted him. I was never surer about anything in
my life. She helped him off with his shirt then lay
back and allowed him to kiss her passionately. As he
lowered his lips to her nipples she let out a little
gasp of pleasure and I saw her legs widen instinctively
as his lips touched her skin just beneath her breasts
then down towards her flat and still girlish abdomen.
At the point his fingers began to caress her intimately
between her legs, she was his for as long as he wanted
her. I didn't fancy anyone else's chances with my
eldest daughter that night at least... of either sex.

A series of "Ohhhhs" interrupted my reverie. Turning
back to the other bed it was clear Michael had just
unleashed most every seed he possessed, deep inside
Kylie's pussy. He was finding it hard to come to grips
with the fact that the act was complete. He definitely
wanted more. His father was like-minded however and
without so much as an "Excuse me Ma'am .. but may I?"
he flipped her around on his lap which presented
Michael with as hot a young female ass as I imagine he
had ever seen... or felt up! He began immediately to
address the latter shortcoming.

Pete meanwhile had his dick at the ready and with Kylie
now straddling his lap, was able to slip it well up
inside her with maybe not too much finesse, but plenty
of zest.

As he began to really penetrate her in earnest the
whimpers started, becoming fully-fledged moans as he
began additionally to nuzzle her breasts as they
jiggled but inches from his face. Michael had both
hands on her bottom feeling the soft curves all the way
to her hips.

Moving in closer, they had Kylie sandwiched in between
them and at his father's urging to "rub her tits son,"
the boy reached up and began playing with her breasts
and nipples, his own cock, fully erect once more, now
pressed-up against her lower back. Kylie glanced across
and seeing me watching as Pete gave her youthful pussy
the treatment she so craved, she just smiled that
insufferably sexy little smile of hers.

I had to see out the final last act, and as Pete
pistoned in to her that last few times, completely
adrift from reality now, I could feel his desire and
his rampant lust as he spurted his entire consignment
of hot sperm deep inside her. For just a moment
afterwards, his cock still holed-up in the depths, he
stared at her.

"You fuck like an angel sweetheart," I heard him
mutter. Now, ain't that the truth!

The sounds of girls experiencing varying degrees of
lustful pleasure were in evidence all over the cabin.

On the nearby single bed, pretty little Cathy was
kneeling between Connor and Sandy. Still in her tight
evening dress, she was lying back, eyes closed, against
Connor as with both hands down the front of her dress,
he was manipulating, much to their joint pleasure I'd
estimate, her small but rampantly sexy little breasts.

Sandy was making herself equally at home. With the
girls knees spread wide, her dress pushed up, and her
panties long since history, she had her head well up
between Cathy's thighs and appeared to be licking the
young girl's pussy with a rare passion.

For her part, Cathy was thrusting her hips up to meet
the older girl's tongue and was making the hottest
little noises as a huge orgasm overtook her while I
watched. Giving her little respite, they then undressed
her completely and even as I watched, manoeuvered her
around until she was lying face down on the very edge
of the bed, legs over the side.

Naked from the waist down, Sandy positioned herself so
that she was kneeling, legs wide apart, not inches from
Cathy's face, while Connor got down on the floor behind
the girl and holding her around the hips, took less
than ten seconds to locate the entry he sought, between
the girls legs. Whether she had been fucked already
that night I couldn't say, but judging by the ease with
which he got it in her – I'd say she probably had!

Certainly aware of what was expected of her, she wasted
no time in lapping at Sandy's awesomely exposed pussy
while Connor took his own sweet time in setting up a
rhythm deep within the young girl's vagina. The three
of them were contributing mightily to the overall
sounds of contentment reverberating around the cabin. I
hadn't even realised till then, I had my own erection
out and was stroking myself without shame.

No sooner had Connor completed his tour of duty by
spurting what appeared to be a near uterus-filling
amount of cum up inside the little brunette, when who
should appear bedside but her father. Fully admiring
his daughter's servicing of the older girl, and the
stark cries of ecstasy her young tongue was eliciting,
Mal swiftly took Connor's place and grabbing a hold of
his cute daughter's highly visible rear end, he pulled
his own cock free and drove it deep between her legs.
Giving a little yelp of surprise at his enthusiastic
penetration, she turned her head and saw just who it
was fucking her so pleasurably.

"Dad! " she cried out. "You shouldn't be doing that!"
So saying, she wriggled her cute fifteen-year old ass
in his face for his specific benefit and ensuring of
course, that he continued with the assault.

"Fuck her hard," encouraged Connor, seemingly unsure
whether to watch Cathy's incestuous rape or his
partner's approaching orgasm courtesy of this hot
little girl's tongue. From my perspective, I was able
to watch both with unrestricted ease.

Towards the far left hand side of the cabin, there was
more frenetic activity being perpetrated on the double
bunk. Two girls entwined on the top – one of them being
Caitlin I think. Couldn't see who the other was. Either
way, they had their hands all over each other and were
kissing furiously. Caitlin was down to her undies, the
other girl looked like she was still dressed. Not for
long, I was thinking.

It was the contents of the lower bunk that fuelled my
interest. If there is one thing I find highly arousing,
it's a girl being fucked silly in just her high heels.
(I had plans for Kylie along those lines, if the truth
be known) Shame it had to have been Larissa though.
Whether Brad (for such was the identity of her partner)
had taken everything off but those... or had made her
put them on later, I couldn't tell.

Nevertheless, to see her lying there completely naked
on her back, her arms above her head holding on to the
metal frame, her legs draped wantonly across his
shoulders while Brad fucked her in the ultimate
missionary position – was both arousing in the extreme
and somewhat sad (for me) in its reality.

Bravely I smiled down at her when she finally saw me.
The last thing I wanted was to make her feel bad or
demeaned in any way. I even heard myself uttering the
hypocritical words, "Its cool Larissa, I'm OK with this
now – just enjoy yourself sweetheart." But damn it, did
she have to enjoy it that much?

Brad was hot. Driving into her with such force I was
wondering just how sturdy that bunk really was. At the
point she reached flame-out, Larissa was crying out for
him to fuck her even harder and had her legs splayed to
such an extent, the heels of her shoes were scraping
his shoulders. Probably unaware even that she was
rubbing and pulling her own breasts in ecstasy, she
just arched herself ever higher as he finally came in
her with creditable momentum. He must have been pumping
it into her for ten seconds or more.

Figuring it might lessen my own annoyance, I knelt down
beside her as Brad withdrew and kissed her deeply.
Interesting I thought, that throughout the entire
coupling I had just witnessed, Brad hadn't kissed her
once. She smiled at me like the proverbial Cheshire
Cat, and taking my hands, held them to her breasts. I
think I kicked Brad clean off the bunk!

For the remainder of the night there is but one
interlude I want to mention. There were many of course,
each uniquely arousing and sexy in their own way and
not just that night or even just that room obviously.
Others I will detail perhaps in the next episode.

By 11 p.m. everyone was nearing collapse. As always,
the girls seemed to be holding out best. We all decided
to call it a night and thus locating Kylie and Natalie
from beneath variously interested partners (of both
sexes) I had them dress sufficiently to cover the short
distance back to our own cabin without being locked-up
in the brig overnight on charges of indecent exposure.

On entering our own cabin with George and Larissa,
Jerry and Michelle were sound asleep in one of the
double beds, Wayne was in the bathroom getting dressed
while Jenna, believe it or not was still fully naked,
down on her forearms on the far edge of the quilt, her
bum well up, letting Graham fuck her as hard as he knew
how.

Those classroom fantasies really were taking a while to
play out! I could but wonder just what they had all
been doing to her, in the time we were next door. I
wasn't expecting a verbal run-down let's say! With the
lights now on, the amount of cum all over her face,
hair... and rear end in particular, suggested it had
been an "interesting" session to say the least.

"OK, that's it for the evening Jenna," I told her, as
Graham appeared to finalise his one last shot for
glory.

Rather than disturb the other two, George and Larissa
took a bunk each. After Wayne and Graham had taken
their leave (and neither I noticed were walking that
well) I sent Jenna in to have a shower and get herself
cleaned up. In the mood she was, I made sure none of us
went in there with her either. After she emerged a
short time later, the hours of abuse had caught up with
her and collapsing on to her little trundle bed, she
was asleep before her head hit the pillow. Natalie I
sent on in to have a shower ahead of us.

Those particular staterooms each had the most
magnificent private balconies which yielded up a one-
eighty degree view starboard. Fold-out lounges and
deckchairs meant one could relax for hours while
watching whatever was out there to be watched. The
passing ocean, approaching or receding coastlines –
even a pack of sharks eating some hapless passenger-
overboard.

It was remarkably peaceful that night as I took Kylie
out there through the sliding glass doors. I stood with
her, my arms around her shoulders, just looking up at
the bank of twinkling stars – the hum of the great
diesel motors about the only other sound of the night.
Still very warm, the peace and tranquility of the
passing ocean was mildly intoxicating. I heard Natalie
call out "Goodnight Dad!" and turning around called out
to her through the open door, "Be in with you in a few
minutes sweetie." I was so looking forward to sleeping
with her.

"Isn't it just beautiful dad?' whispered Kylie hugging
me to her. Indeed it was. Freed of metropolitan air
pollution, the stars winked with a clarity they cannot
achieve in suburbia. The moon had never seemed to well
delineated or so magnetic. Far above us, the lights of
a plane were the only man-made intrusion into a vista
of unparalleled magnificence.

I sat down on the fold-out and drew Kylie down on to my
lap. Outlined in virginal moonlight, her profile was
one of indescribable beauty. Her youth accentuated, her
warmth a constant reminder of the little girl I had
held and loved since birth.

As she turned her face to me, I kissed her and somehow
it wasn't like other kisses. In that second, I lost my
fear of something... What? I don't know. The fear of
growing old? The fear that I would one day lose my
daughters? The fear of being alone? Fear that I
couldn't prevent time from taking its toll on every
facet of my life. Whatever... that kiss banished any
and all negativity that had ever been in my life.

"I love you so much Kylie," I whispered – a totally
inadequate statement given what I was then feeling.

She flicked a lock of hair out of eyes - a gesture that
made me shiver with its simplistic innocence. I desired
her more than anything I could explain.

"I know dad," she whispered and nuzzling my neck,
brought my entire nervous system to a state of anarchy.

My arms encircled her waist and as I brought them
higher, feeling the soft curve of the underside of her
breasts, I felt her tense... not through trepidation,
but through a realisation of what she knew I needed...
what we both needed.

Kissing her neck softly, she let out an involuntary
moan... the softest of sounds, but on a night like
that, a moan that was carried on the wind and which
magnified somehow, both her innocence and her youth.

Slipping one hand up beneath the hem of her dress I
felt her sudden intake of breath. I also made the
fortuitous discovery that she had not replaced her
panties for the trip to our cabin. Reaching higher, my
fingers located the ultimate heat-source. Breathing as
heavily as me, she spread her legs slightly and as my
fingers slipped inside, I felt cum flooding out between
my fingers and trickling now down her thighs. Far from
having negative feelings about this, I found it highly
arousing to imagine what had eventuated recently to
cause such a seminal build-up.

Penetrating her now to quite some depth, Kylie was
wriggling and desperate to be kissed passionately. We
were long past the final exit... only the end of the
runway now!

Unzipping the dress at the back, she stood up briefly
and slipping the straps off her shoulders, let it fall
to the ground. She had nothing on beneath it. I had her
straddle me on the long chair and with my own erection
just this side of seething insanity I allowed her to
guide it deep inside her.

I didn't want to spoil the moment by moving... by doing
anything Just taking in her moonlit silhouette as she
sat on me, proud breasts needing simply to be sucked
and loved, hips to be caressed and her beautiful hair
as it swayed enticingly around her shoulders. She had
always been mine as I have always been hers. I wanted
to cry, I wanted the moment to never end.

So careful was I with that first gentle thrust up into
her. She had her hands on my shoulders and was willing
me on. I took her gently and despite my need to possess
her physically, spiritually, emotionally... I wanted
her to feel everything I was doing to her and to
remember that moment for all her life – as would I. I
wondered if Natalie was watching. I knew that even if
she was – she would understand and say nothing to me
about it. I would share with her too, the most special
of moments later that night.

Gradually, an urgency came to both of us. An urgency
that despite the emotional content, has to be addressed
the only way it can. My rate of penetration deepened,
my grip on her waist noticeably tightened. There was in
evidence much moaning – how much of it was mine, I have
no idea.

"Oh dad," was all she said as I reached a level of deep
vaginal therapy that I had never managed previously.

"I want you to cum in me dad" she pleaded, sounding
quite unlike she ever had. Never had she even said that
to me before. I was determined right then to use her
beautiful repository in such a way that no-one ever had
or ever will again.

It was accomplished almost in silence. I felt the
sudden irreversible build-up as did she. Somehow she
had orchestrated her own orgasm simultaneously with my
own. Kissing her at the critical moment, never had any
transfer been so acutely pleasurable or deep-seated.
For a moment I could feel the inside of her vagina
pulsing with readiness and drawing out of me everything
I had to give her. My love for her at that very moment
was incomprehensibly deep and meaningful. Kissing
wasn't enough, though our lips were together a full
five minutes I would estimate.

As the last straggler hiked its way up to her Fallopian
tubes, she smiled at me and we spoke not a word. I
kissed her breasts, her face, her arms, even her wrists
– a very erotic area if there is any shared awareness.

"Would you understand what I meant if I said I wished I
could have married you Kylie?" I whispered to her.

"Of course I do," she replied. "In my heart you already
have dad," she added softly, hugging me so close.

I tried not to let her see the tears.

[starfight]

20. Family Crisis

Kylie and I remained on that balcony for maybe twenty
minutes in silent contemplation of the beauty, if not
ethereal splendor of that particular night. The only
communication necessary then, being to caress her arms
and shoulders once in a while and to nuzzle up against
her neck whispering such words that I hoped would
convey the full extent of my feelings for her.

A few times she turned her head to me and just smiled
prettily. The need for physical exertion was long past
and eventually she picked up her dress and slipped it
over her shoulders even as she sat on me. As she
smoothed it over her hips, I zipped it up for her,
aware suddenly of just how intimate a gesture that
actually was. Equally as sharing and as sexual in its
performance as anything that had preceded it.

Kissing me as tenderly as she knew how, she just
whispered, "Goodnight dad. Go to Natalie now, she needs
you as much as I do."

I needed them more than anything I realised.

I could see Michelle snuggled up against her father as
I crossed the room. She was just a little girl like all
the rest of them. So obviously trusting of him, she was
sound asleep, his arms around her encircling her young
breasts as he held her to him. Jerry was fast asleep
too. I wondered if they had been active a little
earlier. I was sure they would have, Michelle would
have seen to it. Besides, the happy if not angelic look
on her face virtually guaranteed the fact!.

Natalie was almost asleep – completely naked. How could
one father have so many impossibly sexy daughters? As I
climbed in, she half-stirred and I pulled her to me. I
kissed her neck and allowed my hands to slip under her
arms and then to gently caress her enticingly warm
breasts. She made a little sound like "mmmmmm." I
nuzzled her deeper as I fondled those beautifully soft
and pliant mounds upon which her nipples were
indisputably hardening.

"Make love to me dad," she murmured, still three-
quarters drowsy.

Has it come to your notice by chance, just how sexy and
satisfying it is to penetrate a girl when she is half-
asleep? The "possessional" and "submissive" factors
come readily into play when you are able to push
further and further into her as she just sighs and
wriggles in a barely conscious condition. Natalie just
lay there on her side, having turned to face me.

Holding her leg up slightly I just permitted myself the
luxury of pushing in between the folds of her labia as
she lightly groaned with anticipation. I kissed her and
continued penetrating her gently until she simply fell
asleep as the rhythmic pleasure overcame all else. Very
gently I eased her onto her back.

Even by such moonlight as had found its way into that
cabin, I could see clearly her sweet and quite innocent
expression as she slept there, one hand on her tummy
the other on the pillow. The night’s activities would
have fairly exhausted her, as it would have all of
them. Slowly I parted her legs and knelt between them.
She barely stirred as I penetrated her once more. More
than anything, I wanted her to stay asleep this time.

Her compliant little pussy was making me so hot I found
it hard to restrain myself but by necessity, I stuck
with the game plan and intruded upon her womb’s
antechamber as one might a very young virgin. That she
felt pleasure, even asleep, was quite obvious by the
lightest of sounds issuing from her lips and a few
satisfied half-smiles on her pretty face. Occasionally
I would kiss her breasts and at one stage she even
raised her own hand to her nipples, pleasuring herself
in her unconscious state.

I could feel her vaginal muscles engaging automatic
clamp-mode even as my own pleasure reached its zenith.
Concurrently I became aware that her legs were
spreading yet further apart and simply the sensation of
being inside her while she remained in so submissive a
position, carried me over the edge. Never had I
actually "felt" the ejaculatory process more keenly and
as I pumped the last few milligrams of remaining sperm
inside her, I wished for just the briefest of
unintelligent moments, that I was making her pregnant.

Withdrawing, I lay beside her and just watched as she
slowly turned on her side, one hand fulfilling an
automatic response to cup her pussy protectively. I was
asleep myself within five minutes, but not before I
kissed her moist, almost pouty little lips just one
more time.

The morning brought complete chaos! Think about it -
five teenage girls and one bathroom? By the time the
last one (Larissa) emerged, a veritable assembly-line
of scrubbed, sweet-smelling youth filled the cabin with
sexy promise. Not that anyone was thinking along those
specific lines I would imagine, given the previous
night’s frenetic activities.

As I have so often observed, how can these girls look
just such untouched and innocent little virgins in the
light of a new dawn, given their unrestrained erotic
involvement just hours earlier? Jenna especially, has
recuperative powers denied the average Tibetan Monk.
Even as, smiling sweetly at me from across the room
whilst tying her hair back neatly, she called out
"Morning daddy!" I knew what she was really thinking.
I’m sure she picked-up on my underlying preferences
too!

Breakfast was a smorgasboard of optional delights, from
an olde English fried platter to a more traditional
European-styled croissant and fresh fruit conglomerate.
Being British by birthright, the sausages, bacon and
scrambled eggs won-out as far as my palate was
concerned.

It was later while we all hung out on the private
balcony, observing the far distant land mass of
Vanuatu, that I realised that for all our memorable
interactions at the various Harper gatherings, we had
never really spent any time getting to know each other,
let alone each other’s daughters. Pleasant as removing
the girl’s bras and panties have been all year, plus
any and all ensuing debauchery, except for Larissa, I
really didn’t know what made them all tick.

Thus seated on the extended sea-lounge with my arm
around Michelle and Larissa, hugging them to me and
chatting on a wide range of subjects of common
interest, I noticed Jerry over by the handrail talking
animatedly with Jenna. At the other end of the balcony,
George, Kylie and Natalie had drawn up three deck-
chairs together and I could see him holding each girl’s
hand on either side rather intimately, as the three of
them chatted away obviously greatly enjoying each
other’s company.

That’s really what this cruise inevitably was all about
– company!

Quite a strong breeze had blown up and with the girls’
hair billowing around their shoulders albeit quite
delightfully, we decided to go back inside. That’s the
one advantage of a receding hairline such that the
years have inflicted on my good self. Even In
hurricane-force winds, I look little different!

Disembarking many hours later at Port Vila, we decided
that rather than try to co-ordinate a party of thirty-
plus people, everyone would just do their own touristy
thing, with the aim of a late rendezvous back aboard
The Pacific Princess early in the evening. Wonderfully
warm but without any energy-sapping humidity, you
couldn’t have asked for more pleasurable conditions.
Appealingly dressed young girls as far as the eye could
see – and not just in our party either, added to the
tropical attractions on display that morning.

"Aren’t we enough for you dad?" Kylie teased, slipping
her arm into mine as she walked alongside, fully
interrupting my thoughts as I watched a pretty little
red-head just ahead of us tying her hair up into a
pony-tail as she walked with her family. I have always
found it fascinating how girls do that so neatly with
no way of seeing what they’re doing.

"Well, since you ask Kylie!... " I replied. She
looked-up at me quizzically for a moment before tugging
my arm playfully and flashing that sexy little smile
she does when the situation calls for it.

Just then, Chloe and Kirsten caught us up and making it
obvious they wanted an early-morning hug – who was I to
disappoint them? In the skimpy little summer-dress she
had on, freshly-washed hair curling up around her
shoulders, Kirsten looked for all the world a young
teenager now, rather than someone in their second-last
year of primary school. She cuddled like one too. Now I
really was distracted!

Having first sought their dad’s permission, they asked
if they could tag along with Jenna. To be honest,
Graham was that busy trying to ingratiate himself
between Natalie and Kylie I think he would have agreed
to whatever they’d asked. I sure as hell didn’t mind. A
couple more hot little teases on site was precisely the
kind of therapy I figured I could always use. Under-age
or not, I most assuredly wasn’t about to get picky!

Jerry and Michelle were last seen linking-up with
Keith, Brittany and Wayne’s cabin-load, all heading off
for a few Melanesian delights at a place called Poppy’s
on The Lagoon.

The gentlest of "Good mornings" assailed me and my day
was complete as Larissa took my hand.

"Ohhh Hi sweetheart," I said, turning my head and
giving her a kiss on the lips, "This is a really nice
surprise I don’t mind saying. Where’s your dad?"

"He’s with Warwick, Brianna, Mal and Cathy," she
replied softly, brushing a lock of hair out of her
eyes, "I don’t know where they’re going – he didn’t
say."

I didn’t care either and holding her tight we crossed
the road as Jenna had unfortunately just seen her first
souvenir shop. I cursed the fact I had forgotten to
cut-up my Amex card before leaving the cabin.

Were I to exhaustively detail the ensuing six or seven
hours, readers of this site would understandably be
bored to distraction having not logged-in one imagines,
to be regaled with a PG-rated re-run of Gilligan’s
Island. I must however make mention of one memorable
interlude.

The aptly named Hideaway Island Resort links up with a
magnificent Marine sanctuary whose crystal-clear waters
are home to amongst other things, the world’s only
underwater post-office. Visitors are offered a range of
cutesy waterproof letters and postcards which after
completing and addressing you have to "mail" by diving
into the sea and hand delivering to the postmaster
himself who is decked out in full snorkelling gear and
seated in a rather natty Vanuatu Post cubicle behind
his desk on the sea floor. For young kids in the peak
of condition, it is easy enough to hold your breath for
the twenty-five seconds or so it takes to ‘deliver’ the
item.

All the girls had their bikini swimmers on underneath
their dresses/shorts whatever, and gazing at this
constant parade of skimpy little tops and bottoms as
they discarded their outer clothing, was more than
worth the price of admission. Watching Chloe and Jenna
as they followed each other into the water I was
thinking, "Hell, what a rush for that guy down there,
seeing an unending procession of semi-exposed budding
young breasts swimming towards you all day. Whatever
they paid him, it was way too much!

Even as Kirsten and Larissa hauled themselves back up
on to the rectangular diving platform, Paul and his
daughter Chantelle turned up. Not having met Graham, I
introduced them to one another. The girls of course,
all being at the same school, knew each other already.

At the furthest end of the resort the jungle encroaches
almost to the breakwater and appearing to be completely
deserted along the far beach, the girls all wanted to
sunbake for a while. Fortunately, Natalie and Larissa
had shown a commendable degree of forward-thinking in
bringing a blanket each. Laying them down where we
found some shade from the overhanging tropical growth,
Most of us squeezed on to them with just Kirsten, Jenna
and Chantelle electing to lie face-down on the sand.
Hot though not murderously so, Graham, Paul and I
shared sun-screen-application duties. Could there be a
more pleasurable task?

Cream all over your fingertips bequeaths the masseur
almost carte blanche to intrude on semi-indecent areas
of the female body one otherwise could barely justify.
Graham in particular I noticed, was not one to pass up
any such opportunity. Crouched behind Natalie as she
knelt in front of him, he clearly was taking his time
rubbing lotion into her shoulders while slipping her
straps far lower than were necessary. Working his way
around to the front I saw his fingers deftly smoothing
the cream deep into her cleavage as she protected what
fragmentary modesty those skimpy little cups afforded,
by holding them tightly to her breasts. She smiled up
at him cheekily a couple of times.

I should be so hypocritical! With Chloe stretched out
face-down beside me, I was applying lotion to her lower
back and with that pert little ass just begging for
some meaningful contact, I worked my fingers
experimentally beneath her elastic and allowed myself
the luxury of smoothing a little more "protection"
across the top of those hot little cheeks. Giggling,
she turned her pretty head towards me and wriggled that
little bottom as sexily as she knew how.

I moved on to Kirsten as Graham indicated to Kylie she
should take her sister’s place on the rug. Teasing him
unmercifully, she knelt there facing him, holding her
hair back off her face with both hands, which of course
had the effect of thrusting her breasts out right in
front of him. The most inept attorney should have been
able to get him off any pending sexual-assault charge
by pleading ‘unfair duress’ or ‘temporary insanity.’

Even as I began rubbing lotion onto Kirsten’s
shoulders, my eyes were glued to Graham’s applicatory
methods. Firstly ensuring that her cheeks, nose and
forehead were protected, he made his way south and
smothering her neck with block-out, he began working it
in. Kylie having let go of her hair now just sat there,
breasts as prominent as before, idly watching as he
warmed to his task, his fingers now just inches above
the curve of her breasts. Looking up, I saw her smile
at him and I would swear she wriggled her shoulders
suggestively. Seizing the initiative, and using both
hands now, he began to massage the very top of her
breasts and if that wasn’t a slight gasp of pleasure I
heard Kylie give out... then I’m obviously delusional.

At the point he actually slipped her straps down,
exposing her breasts right to nipple level she quite
audibly murmured something... I couldn’t hear exactly.
What I was then privy to witness though, brought on
measurable cardiac irregularity. Quite without
embarrassment, he began working the lotion across and
between her breasts, one hand deep inside either cup
and massaging her at will. Gravity being what it is,
her top slipped completely down exposing her breasts
fully and Graham’s ministrations of them. For their
part, Larissa, Kirsten, Chloe and Natalie were simply
staring open-mouthed at Kylie’s predicament. Jenna was
in no position to – lying as she was on her tummy on
the far rug, while Paul gave her lower-back the
treatment.

"Hold your hair back for me again Kylie." Graham
muttered. I think she would have stripped for him if he
had asked her to.

Posed thus, her nipples completely erect now, she could
only gasp quietly as he continued rubbing and
manipulating those fair-skinned little mounds. He even
took the opportunity to lean forward and kiss both her
breasts as she knelt there. That which he performed on
her left nipple looked more of a quantitative suck but
hey, let’s give him the benefit of the doubt on that
one. Pulling her top back up for her, Kylie looked
marginally disappointed for a second. He had her then
lay face down.

"Would you like to do that to me?" broke my reverie.
Little Kirsten looked back at me expectantly and I
realised her back was awash with block-out.

"Er... well maybe in a few years sweetheart," I managed
to reply, hastily disposing of the surplus cream in
fully legal areas of her young body. Ok... so maybe I
did slip a little low once or twice... can you blame
me?

Having found inarguable success with his earlier modus
operendi, Graham saw no reason to change tack. Rubbing
oil across Kylie’s back, taking care to work it well
into those delightful inward curves just above her hips
which had her wriggling noticeably, he came ultimately
to her bikini pants that hid little of what lay
beneath. Looking across at me for what reason I know
not, I simply inclined my head as if sensing his
unspoken question.

"Noooooooooo," she gasped, as he tugged the thin
material down sufficiently to reveal the onset of her
delightful cleft. "Don’t pull my pants down... please!"
she begged.

By then however, Graham was already rubbing the lotion
well below her panty-line and heading lower. Kylie for
her part, was certainly no longer being verbally
critical of his work-ethic and had begun wriggling in
earnest the further south his hands reached.

Ultimately, he didn’t have to pull anything down. The
combination of her hip movements and his ever firm
massaging of her upper cheeks caused the material to
slide lower and lower. In five minutes her entire
bottom was exposed and probably so highly aroused
herself by then, she let Graham tug them the rest of
the way after which she just kicked them off.

Now, it was becoming interesting!

Working his way inside her thighs which had the un-
surprising effect of seeing those deliciously tempting
and now fully naked legs parting perceptibly, it behove
Graham to glance back at me once more. This time, I
didn’t need his flight plan – I knew what he had in
mind. (my own hand by now had inched its way to within
centimetres of Kirsten’s central hotspot) I nodded my
acquiescence.

I think he found her G-spot in seconds. Kylie was quite
out of control as he slipped God-knows how many fingers
up inside her. So spread was she now and so hot was it
to look upon, both little Chantelle and Natalie had a
hand down their own bikini working the system steadily.

It was one of the quickest orgasms I ever saw Kylie
pull down – one of the noisiest too. Problem is...
every girl then wanted the same treatment. We could
hardly fuck them all on a public beach although the
nearest group would have needed binoculars to even
make-out the illegalities being perpetrated. Besides
which, it was yet only hours since the previous night’s
depravities. There had to be some sense of decorum
shown.

Paul already had Jenna’s bikini pants at half-mast I
noticed, so pulling them down the rest of the way was
the work of but a second. Like her older sister, she
was unable to show much restraint once he slipped his
fingers up between her slim legs. She didn’t even
object to his pulling off her bra additionally, lying
then submissively naked for him face down, while he
fondled her from neck to crop.

Little Kirsten wanted her own father to "play with her"
which suited me – still having understandable qualms
about sexually exploiting a ten year old. Thus as Kylie
pulled her pants back up and moved to one side, Kirsten
positioned herself alongside her dad on her front,
giggling madly as he pulled her bikini bottoms down...
not for the first time I would guarantee. Was that one
hot little girl?

A plaintive "My turn please," caused me to turn round –
in time to see Larissa on her hands and knees crawling
towards me on the rug from where she had been sitting
near Natalie. You wouldn’t have needed a protractor and
set-square to work out that the angle of incidence
between my eyes and her bikini-top was, if not
optimum... life-threatening. And didn’t she know it?

Given that right that moment Graham was committing
multiple indictable offenses against his younger
daughter, Paul much the same with mine and the other
girls all attending to their own little whims and
fancies as they watched, I doubt anyone was even
looking at us. I kissed Larissa softly on the lips, at
the same time slipping a hand down her top where her
beautiful young breasts awaited my touch. She whimpered
as I grasped her softness, my palm little more than
brushing her nipples in passing.

Pulling her to me so that her legs were splayed either
side of my lap, I allowed one hand to move up flush
between her legs – at that point the bikini pants are
the narrowest. So easy then to slip a finger to one
side of the elastic and burrow the few centimetres
inwards to where girlish innocence once resided but
lately was home to a plethora of more adult emotions –
love, lust and longing amongst them. Her head on my
shoulder now, I pushed in another finger in my quest to
please.

Like Kylie, Larissa brought herself to orgasm way
quicker than usual. Perhaps the thrill of being
fingered in a public place accentuated the pleasure to
be had. I must admit I was sorely tempted to move-up a
cog or two, and especially with what was in my shorts
right about then. As the orgasm washed over her (and my
fingers too if the truth be known) the bond we had
shared for months now seemed ever closer, my love for
her totally superseding the two-way pleasures on offer.
I sat there cuddling her for the longest time
afterwards, just holding her to me, kissing her softly
and realising that never was life ever going to get any
better than at this moment.

Chloe I could see, was helping her little sister pull
her swimmers back up – I didn’t even get to witness the
final stages of her and her dad’s activities. Last I
saw he was slipping a finger up between her legs...
much to Kirsten’s pleasure. Obviously he gained a pass-
mark for his efforts! Jenna had her pants back on and
with both hands behind her, was kneeling there trying
to hook her top back up while Paul was making it
difficult for her, continuing to fondle and kiss her
breasts wantonly through the taut material as she
wriggled about on the rug.

Eventually we all settled for what we originally went
there for. Some quality sunbaking and multiple sessions
in the non-violent surf. For a while afterwards I just
sat there watching as, kneeling or squatting on the
sand, they all combed out their dripping wet hair,
their youthful body-language making me ache once more
with desire. Listening to their girlish chatter as they
either giggled or frowned quite subconsciously, what I
would have given to have been eighteen again. The
entire session was to be repeated several times on
different beaches over the next few days. The faces may
have changed, the wonder of it all didn’t!

That evening , reunited aboard the Pacific Princess and
seated at the dinner table, there was no shortage of
conversation. Seems we weren’t the only group to have
been affected by the tropical sun. Brad, Connor, Jerry,
even Chris and Anne, had all partaken of the various
forbidden fruits on offer it seemed. The girls
certainly had great fun exchanging their various
experiences with their counterparts across the tables,
to judge by the level of giggling between mouthfuls.

I was mid reverie, considerably more than replete,
having finished-off not only my own serving of French
cheesecake, but also the remains of Kylie’s that she
had been forced to leave behind when Connor had asked
her for a quick dance. I vaguely noticed the impeccably
dressed young steward approaching.

"Excuse me Sir," he said, "May I have a word with you?"

"Have several if you wish," I replied. I was in a good
mood.

"Well Sir, is that your daughter?" he asked, indicating
the sexy little brunette being twirled around near the
live band. Connor’s hand I noticed was somewhat below
her Plimsol line.

"It’s one of them," I confessed, "Why? were you
thinking of having her partner placed under house-
arrest for indecent dancing?"

The poor guy wasn’t big on humor.

"Ohh, no Sir, I just wanted to ask you a question," he
replied, looking by now quite embarrassed.

"Shoot," I said.

"Well, its kind of hard to explain Sir, but you see, I
was in Cabin 718 last night with two other stewards. We
were just delivering a late room-service order." For a
second the implication escaped me.

"And?" I enquired.

"And... well, we stayed for a bit, if you know what I
mean Sir." Now he was looking guilty as all Hell.

I looked at him. "Surely," I said, "P & O has rules
about its staff fraternising with passengers. Instant
dismissal? dishonorable discharge and the like?"

He was almost comatose.

"Y... Yes, they do Sir, but we just couldn’t believe
what we saw... and a couple of the men there talked to
some girls and then asked us if we’d like to stay a
while."

I was quietly imagining in what state of undress Tanya,
Brittany, Chantelle and whoever else, must have been in
and/or what further was taking place at the time.

"Well anyway... what is your name lad?" I interrupted
myself,

"Ryan Sir."

"Yeah, well anyway Ryan... what’s all that got to do
with my daughter over there?"

He looked like he was expecting me to punch him in the
mouth at any moment.

"Well, the fact is Sir, while we were there (he blushed
visibly) two of the girls told us that... that everyone
in your party was doing what we were."

"And what exactly were you doing Ryan??" I enquired,
trying swiftly to gather my thoughts at this point.

"Just what everyone else was," he stammered, "You
know... doing it to the girls."

A forced silence ensued.

"I see Ryan," I said eventually. "So doubtless, you’re
assuming much the same went on in our cabin and you
want-in on the action... right?"

I could see the lips quiver, I figured he was priming
himself for my first blow. His admission hadn’t really
bothered me. After all, he was hardly in a position to
blackmail anyone, risking as he was not only dismissal,
but charges of indecent dealings with a minor...
multiple minors probably. I doubt he was prepared for
fifteen years in the slammer.

"To be honest Sir," he continued – bravely, I thought,
"Geoff, Don and I... they’re the other two stewards,
were saying earlier just how pretty your daughter is
and we were kinda wondering if she’d like to come up to
our cabin later... we could get her in without anyone
seeing."

Only his forthright honesty prevented me from breaking
his nose.

"So let me get this straight Ryan," I answered. "You
get yourselves invited into Cabin 718, fuck yourselves
stupid, then presume from what you’re told, the same
thing’s happening in the other cabins nearby. You see
my daughter later, like what you see and make the
assumption she’s in on the action too. Then, hoping
she’s basically the hot little slut you’ve already
imagined, you come to me to ask if I can see my way
clear to arranging an introduction? Have I missed
anything lad?"

To say the color was rising in his cheeks would be the
understatement of all time. He was speechless, if not
paralysed with shock. I figured I best keep talking.

"A few facts are in order son. My daughter does not
make house calls – you get what I’m saying Ryan? I
don’t know what you heard in 718 or what you think goes
on, but I’m not running a booking-service here for my
daughter’s favors." Deflated now to the point of cowed
submission, I almost felt sorry for the boy. Fact is,
he was rather likeable.

"Now if you were to be invited to our cabin by whatever
miracle – well that might be a different story." I
added consolingly. "You simply then got the problem of
getting the three of yourselves invited."

Just then I noticed Connor escorting Kylie back towards
our table. I turned to Ryan.

"Looks like you’re up kid," I said, "Don’t let the
other guy worry you – he’s just a friend of the
family."

Kylie came over and gave me a hug as Connor sidestepped
us and returned to Sandy who was chatting to Natalie at
the far table.

"Kylie," I said, "This is Ryan, one of P & O’s finest!"

From confident cruise-ship professional to stuttering
dickwad in just three seconds!

"P-pleased to meet you miss." He managed to get out,
shaking her hand with less rigidity than that
cheesecake I’d recently farewelled. The boy needed
help.

"I just invited him and two of his co-steward friends
to our cabin tonight Kyles," I turned to Ryan... "What
time did you say you’d be off duty lad?"

"Half past ten Sir," he managed to ad-lib.

"Oh, OK then," replied Kylie, "Nice meeting you Ryan,"
and with that she took off for a small group nearby
that included Jerry, Michelle, Warwick and her younger
sister.

"Thank you," he muttered, "for the invite I mean." he
added by way of quite unnecessary explanation, turning
then to leave.

"Just one other thing Ryan," I put an arm round his
shoulder. "The really bad news? It’s my cabin... I’ll
be there the whole night!"

"T-that’s fine Sir," he lied. "I understand that. The
three of us will be there at 10.30, OK?" I nodded.

A little later Kylie came back over to me. "What was
all that about dad?’ she asked.

"Just three more young guys got a crush on you
sweetheart," I told her, "Can you believe he asked if
I’d let you go to their cabin?... Simply looking after
your interests baby."

"He was rather cute," she giggled.

As it happened, Natalie took-off for Connor and Sandy’s
cabin at around 9 p.m. Jenna, Brianna and Danielle were
linking up with Nadia, Cathy and Brittany in 720 for
God-knows what little scenario and with God-knows whom?
George and Larissa had a standing invitation to meet-up
with Jerry, Michelle and a few others at Mischa’s
nightclub on the main deck.

I had fortuitously organised a little "inviting" of my
own. Craig, who I hadn’t really caught-up with since
George’s first gathering, rocked-on up to our door
shortly after 9 pm with his two girls in tow, followed
minutes later by Pete, whose son Mike I learned, had
been seconded to duty in cabin 720 with all those other
hot little sirens. Last night he had found Kylie much
to his liking, I figured Jenna was at short odds to
extend his appreciation of the family.

Virginia, Craig’s eldest daughter, was seventeen now -
in Kylie’s grade and although not what you might call
classically beautiful, was attractive enough, simply
full of life and of an adventurous disposition and yes,
I do mean in that regard! Several other fathers will
vouch for that statement.

Unlike her dark-haired sister, little Rhiannon was
nearer a redhead, as pretty as they come and probably
the main reason I asked Craig over. Effusive, bubbly –
you name it. How many hearts was this one going to
break over the next decade? Just fifteen, her first car
would likely be sporting the personalised plates DESIRE
in eighteen months or so.

She had only been to one Valley get-together and had
understandably been sheltered from all but the most
basic of interactions (kissing) by Craig. That was OK,
Virginia had more than made up for it as I recalled!
Like so many other attendees, her mother and father had
split-up when she and Virginia had been tots. That she
loved and adored her dad was obvious. I retained
however the overwhelming conviction that she was yet a
virgin.

Kylie was still putting the finishing touches to her
presentation-package when Craig and the others arrived.
I poured the drinks while the girls congregated in the
bathroom and do what girls do in times like this.

One major plus in entertaining friends... especially of
the female persuasion on board ship, is the lack of
chairs in most cabins. One is forced to use the beds
for seating. Admittedly ours had the balcony, which
later in the evening proved most accommodating. By
judicious shuffling of chairs, lounge and beds, we
orchestrated a workable split. Rhiannon and I
commandeered the lounge, Pete and Virginia parallel
chairs, while Craig and Kylie looked remarkably
‘comfortable’ propped-up on the single bed.

By the time we had covered the inevitable subjects of
school, careers, work problems and films we all wished
we’d never seen, the alcohol was kicking-in. Craig’s
arm had already found it’s way around Kylie’s waist,
Pete’s mid-way along Virginia’s thigh while I was fully
content to just hold Rhiannon’s exquisitely shaped hand
and have her nestle-in closer. So much did she remind
me of Kylie just two years ago.

The last thing I expected was to see this beautiful
little thing raise her head towards me, quite obviously
wanting to be kissed. Given that the other four were by
now well down the track in this regard, I pulled her to
me and kissed those soft lips as they deserved to be
treated. Doesn’t matter how many times the game is
enacted – that first time with a beautiful young girl
you have never kissed before, cuts loose - at least for
me, those self-same emotions ... wonderment, desire and
an instinctive need to protect.

The conversation had fallen away as you might expect.
So had Virginia’s top, Pete having some hand in this
occurrence one might be led to deduce. Craig meanwhile,
was availing himself of the convenience of a flat and
comfortable bed having laid Kylie down on her back,
which in that short skirt offered up no shortage of
ideas. Being directly opposite, my view of proceedings
might best be described as uncommonly arousing,
especially if like myself, one has a penchant for
flimsy black underwear.

Kissing begets more kissing and when the recipient is
but of extreme tender age, crushed up against your
chest and thereby permitting a wicked if not wide-
screen view down her blouse, quite obviously in
learning-mode also, then it becomes a case of love
before honor, or given the nautical flavor of our
locale – all hands on deck!

Cupping Rhiannon’s breasts elicited a slight gasp but
no resistance. Gently fondling those delicate little
mounds, an unutterably beautiful work-in-progress, her
softness was an instant aphrodisiac. She glanced
downwards as if fascinated by the sight of her
departing innocence.

With my left arm still around her shoulders, I allowed
my hand to gently caress her neck beneath her hairline
and she looked up at me making some rather endearing
little-girl noises. I slipped the hand at her breasts
inside her bra and found what I had hoped for – two
delightfully erect young nipples. Rhiannon’s expression
glazed on the instant. We had crossed the line from
playing to grown-ups.

"It’s OK sweetheart," I reassured her, holding her ever
tighter, "You tell me the instant you want me to stop,
OK?" She looked at me so trustingly and to be honest...
lovingly, it made me shiver momentarily.

Nearby, I could see that Virginia was radically less
interested in her little sister’s immediate fate than
her own. Having vacated her own chair, she was now
sitting on Pete’s lap facing him, her back to us.
Exactly what he was doing to her was not readily
obvious, but judging by her splayed legs, the fact that
her dress was scrunched up around her hips and the
pleasurable noises issuing from her, I’d say he was
penetrating her pussy with, at the very least, a couple
of fingers. Her arched back also gave credence to the
likelihood he was suckling her additionally with
unfettered relish.

So far as Kylie’s predicament was concerned, I didn’t
have to wonder. Her skirt pushed up sufficiently to
allow her to spread her legs wide enough to accommodate
the least skilled of gynaecologists, Craig had one hand
up beneath her panties, rubbing and fingering her to a
state of shared Nirvana. Alternating his kisses between
her lips and her now exposed breasts, she was wriggling
and urging him on to a greater level of involvement.

Little Rhiannon’s cry of "Ohh!" as she glanced at first
her sister and then Kylie, almost made me ashamed
strangely. Somehow I felt it all cheapened her own
predicament and I could not entertain the notion
suddenly of the four of them watching my progress with
such an innocent. Lightly pulling her to her feet, I
guided the way to the far side of the room and George
and Larissa’s bed.

It was darker there and drawing her down on to the
coverlet I just whispered to her, "Let’s leave them to
it sweetie, this is way cosier." She squeezed my hand –
she understood perfectly.

"Shall I undress?" she asked softly, not so much with
any fear of the unknown but rather a willingness I
felt, to do that which might please me.

"Just take your skirt and top off love... so they don’t
get creased." I added, removing my own trousers and
shirt concurrently, while being thankful for the
pervading gloom which mercifully hid the thirty-five
year gap between our bodies. One clearly offering a
ten-year warranty – the other, a day to day
proposition. Emotionally I would point out, no such
distinction could be drawn.

Together, slipping beneath the covers from either side
of the bed, the status-quo was restored and I pulled
her to me, aroused dramatically by the contact with her
soft skin and the knowledge that she was dressed now
only in her bra and panties.

Speaking of arousal – Rhiannon’s older sister was
becoming increasingly vocal now as Pete was quite
obviously treating her to a vaginal exploratory with
something other than his fingers. Kylie too from what I
could see at that angle, had allowed Craig to download
her knickers and was now lying astride him face-down on
his chest as he thrust up into her pussy with
commendable zeal.

Lying side by side, I unhooked the tiny bra and tossed
it on the floor. Nuzzling her perfectly formed little
breasts and nipples, that associated milky smell that
is so prevalent in young girls especially, was addling
my senses. I was aware of her soft gasps and her own
urgency as I began to draw down on her nipples, the
first I like to think, afforded the privilege.

Rhiannon was on her back now and as I allowed my hand
to caress her shoulders, her arms then the flatness of
her belly, I felt her stiffening slightly – not with
trepidation but more anticipation. Lifting my hand, I
replaced it on her left knee and began to caress the
skin along her inside lower thigh.

As my hand continued its northbound journey I felt her
breathing becoming more and more irregular – my own of
course was fortunate to still be working at all. I felt
her legs parting instinctively and at the point I
placed my hand directly on the front of her panties,
gently cupping her most secret of treasures, she was
unable to repress a gasp of pent-up emotion.

Kissing her lips, I reassured her and just began to rub
her very softly through her panties as I felt her hips
moving perceptibly against my hand. The last thing I
wanted to do however was to bring her to orgasm just
yet. Judging by the noise over the far side of the room
though, they were playing by very different rules. I
have seen and heard Kylie in extremis enough now to
recognise those hot little yelps of passion.

Committed to on-going series of "ohhhhs" now as I
continued rubbing her pussy in exactly the right spot,
Rhiannon was wriggling about and willing to be fondled
and caressed in any spot you care to mention – and I
think I had all bases pretty well covered.

"You can take my panties off," she whispered as my lips
located a hotspot just beneath her hairline. Music to
my ears! They joined their skimpy top-half relative on
the floor. Now, having a naked and panting little
fifteen-year old girl in bed with you, really is better
than a first-division lottery win! Trust me on this.

She had to be shocked stupid at some stage – I pulled
her on top of me.

"Oh Gosh!" she said as her wonderfully flat tummy came
into contact with my anything but flat erection.

"Oh Gosh?! I repeated, "Is that all you can say
sweetheart? After all, its your fault this happened. I
was trying to keep it a surprise."

I felt her small hand exploring what I hoped was a
totally new sensation from her viewpoint. So cool was
her touch, for a moment there I recaptured my lost
youth.

"It’s so big," She sounded awestruck. "Are you going to
put that in me?"

"Only if you would like me to Rhiannon," I answered
truthfully. "You are still a virgin aren’t you baby?"

"Yesss," she whispered. I was so pleased!

"OK well tell me the truth sweetie," I added, "This is
important to me... Do you really want me to do it? Have
you thought about this?"

She was quiet for a couple of seconds, wanting I knew,
to be held and kissed.

"Dad told me I would know when it was right and the
person was right for me. I always thought it would be a
boy but you make me feel so safe... I know you won’t
hurt me."

"Well darling," I told her, "I can’t guarantee it won’t
hurt just a little. You must have been taught all this
in sex-ed classes at school."

"Virginia said it didn’t hurt her at all," she said
matter-of-factly. I looked across the room. It sure as
Hell wasn’t hurting her now!

Just my opinion, but I believe having the girl on top
for her first time is by far the best option. The man
still has full penetrative potential but the girl –
especially a very young one, can control the depth and
the pressure.

Slipping my hand over her shoulder, across her
magnificently sculptured little butt and flush up
between her legs confirmed two things instantly. She
obviously liked the sensation of having things inside
her and lubrication was never going to be an issue.

Fingering her for at least three or four minutes
initially, I had no need to guide my erection into her
– she was well able to manage that all by herself. Of
course, lying on me as she was, I had the added benefit
of being able to kiss and fondle her breasts at will.
For several minutes she was completely taken up with
just having the head of my erection between her labia.
When she was comfortable enough to be penetrated
further we both entered a brave new world, one I would
wish never to have left.

"Are you Ok sweetie?" I asked, feeling her wriggling
and not sure whether through discomfort or pleasure.
She answered by kissing me passionately. People in
discomfort don’t do that!

All roads on this board-game lead ultimately to the
same destination. A very large stop sign! Throwing a
double-six isn’t gonna help either. There were other
considerations also bothering me now.

"Rhiannon," I whispered to her. "I know it’s a little
late to ask this, but have you?" she cut me off with a
face-nuzzle. "Yes, I have silly. I’ve been on the pill
for a month so you needn’t worry. It was dad’s idea."

Not sure I wanted to follow that implication through to
its logical conclusion but it was good news
nevertheless.

In the wash-up, I can’t claim to have done anything
much more than lie there – well at least in those early
stages. She knew what pain she could take and even
though I knew she was gritting her teeth and hurting in
the process, she stuck with it. At the point she bit
the bullet and thrust her hips downwards shredding the
barrier, she cried-out and I hugged her to me.

Whatever pain she was feeling was outvoted by the
body’s needs and once I was deep inside her she wanted
what every girl wants. To be taken to the end of the
road and for however short a period – to be loved and
worshipped for the uniquely beautiful female she is. I
could so do that!

Bringing a young girl to her first vaginal orgasm is a
privilege and probably as emotionally gratifying an
opportunity as may ever come one’s way. You don’t
"fuck" emotionally dependent and inexperienced little
girls like Rhiannon – you make love to them in every
sense of the word. You never lose sight of their
complete vulnerability and their dependence on you to
protect while you teach... while you share... while you
sexually fulfill.

Having said that though... I think she took me apart.
If getting her little pussy filled with white-hot DNA
was her plan – it was highly successful. I can recall
no more gratifying a moment (and with Nat, Jenna and
Kylie, there have certainly been a few of those!)

Emotionally and physically levelled by the experience,
she was fit for nothing except sleep. I pulled out of
her reluctantly, laid her on her back and kissed her,
telling her she was the most beautiful girl and that
never would I forget what she had shared with me that
night. I think she was unconscious midway through the
last sentence.

Getting dressed, I returned to check on the awesome
foursome. Whoa! Talk about musical chairs.

I was about to castigate Craig for his fully unsubtle
handling of my daughter as he rather indelicately
attended to the gaping pussy on its knees center quilt
when I realised it wasn’t Kylie. Turning around, I
noticed she had replaced Virginia (or had been
replaced) on Pete’s lap. Seeing as her black panties
were still on the edge of the bed, obviously Pete was
without that particular challenge. In any event, so
hard was he fucking her, Kylie was reduced to little
more than soft moans and intermittent sighs. Two men,
one on either side, couldn’t have held her legs any
wider.

In a move quite unbefitting my usual mannered
etiquette, I moved across on impulse and put my hand
right up between her legs and began rubbing the upper
part of her pussy even while he continued penetrating
her deeply. Topless still, her breasts I couldn’t help
but notice, were openly vibrating as a result of the
jolting forces in play. Raising her head as I located
her now very distended clitoris, she looked at me
dreamily, nah, make that lustfully. Either way, I had
to kiss her. Right then, Pete crossed the finish line
and simply spurted his calling card as far up inside
her as he was able. I knew what that felt like!

Not two minutes later a knock at the door. I glanced
quickly at my watch. 10.30 p.m.

"Hell Kylie," I said. "That’s the other three – quick,
go make yourself decent." Grabbing her knickers, she
took off for the bathroom. Craig and his daughter had
obviously run the gamut of extravagant excess. Virginia
was sitting up near the pillow clutching her pussy,
Craig was learning to breathe again.

I just called out "Be with you in a second Ryan," then
tossed Virginia her little blue panties which were
sitting on one of the chairs. She wriggled into them
which to be honest was no hardship to watch either. All
Pete had to do was zip himself up.

Flinging the door open like an episode from "Friends,"
I ushered in the trio of young hopefuls. Dressed in
civvies, any bartender would have asked for id from all
of them.

Lacking only the aggression, Geoff was a passably good
look-alike for Patrick Swayze. Don in twenty-five years
time was cut-out to be a suburban Barney Rubble, toting
his own little Betty around – it sure as hell wasn’t
going to be a Kylie. For now though, they looked pretty
decent clean-cut kids.

Introductions were made with the other four – Kylie was
still making good with the repair work. Virginia I
noticed, was not unimpressed with Geoff, giving him the
full eye-fluttering "Yes I do enjoy fucking" look. Not
sure any connection was made and even if it was, at the
moment Kylie walked out thirty seconds later it was
completely wasted. I was almost struck dumb myself. I
even forgot about Rhiannon in the far bed.

You figure someone could totally respray a ’78 Caddy
Eldorado in eight minutes? That’s what she’d managed!
For a girl who had just been sitting with her legs
spread on an older man’s knee, getting herself fucked
senseless, what walked out was Alice in Wonderland with
a lollipop! I could almost hear Craig’s erection in
progress and Pete’s pulse-rate spiral.

Her hair brushed and shining and hanging now around her
shoulders, she had found some tight-fitting cream-
colored dress in the bathroom somewhere and either
ditched her sexy black undies for something more demure
or she wasn’t wearing any at all. Either way, she
looked the epitome of virginal innocence and no-one
meeting her at that moment would have doubted it. The
barest hint of mascara, lightly-glossed lips and not a
man aboard that ship could have looked upon her
standing there so innocently, without having to take-
off to the nearest rest room and relieve himself
urgently.

If I thought Ryan was a stuttering dickwad earlier,
Geoff and Don were reduced to monosyllabic nerds when I
introduced Kylie, being able to do little more than
shake her hand and grunt. She carried it off well
though, knowing full-well the effect she was having on
them.

Virginia tried unsuccessfully to engage Geoff in
conversation, in fact embarrassingly for her, her dad
was more successful in that regard, the two of them
discussing life on board ship, the New York Mets and
inevitably "How did you end up in this cabin?"... I
didn’t hang around to hear what he had to say about
that. Ryan, Don and Kylie seemed to hit it off which
left Pete and Virginia as the two Nigels. I had to
leave and go check on Rhiannon. She was still sound
asleep and so I just kissed her lightly on the
forehead. I sincerely hoped George and Larissa would be
making a long night of it at Mischa’s.

By the time I returned, Don had joined his companions
who were shepherding Kylie towards the outside balcony
following someone’s observation "Isn’t it a bright moon
tonight?" We had even doused the center lights to
verify the fact. No one was in any hurry to put them on
again either. Pete and Virginia were getting all hot
and bothered again in the far corner while Craig was
more than interested to know all the ins and outs of
his youngest daughter’s recent experiences, confiding
in me additionally his own desires in that regard.

Call me the world’s greatest hypocrite but it took
every bit of willpower to show neither my bitter
distaste for such an eventuality or my burgeoning
inclination to drop him where he stood. Oddly I
realised, I cared less about him fucking my own
daughter to the brink of collapse than daring to touch
his own innocent little girl. Quite instinctively I
knew too she would never be able to share with her
father what she and I had experienced. Nor could he
ever take from her now that which she had already
handed to me so willingly and so lovingly.

I glanced back and saw that Pete had Virginia across
the single bed this time, and in the process of tugging
her panties down once more. Her father was seated
nearby watching impassively. I hoped quite vindictively
they both made her sore as hell!

Thought I’d best head off outside and stall any
imminent moves for Kylie and the Three Amigos to return
indoors. I really didn’t want them seeing Virginia’s
predicament and getting quite the wrong idea.

Stepping out on to the balcony, I think it was me had
quite the wrong idea. Down the far end alongside the
ship’s rail, the four of them were clustered about on
that same lounge Kylie and I had shared but twenty four
hours earlier. It was a very warm night. At first
glance I thought they were just hanging out, chatting
about everyday nonsense. It was the fact I couldn’t
hear too much chatter that made me look again.

As my eyes adjusted to the quite beautiful moonlight, I
could see Kylie was snugly encircled by the boys and
right that moment was being passionately kissed by
Ryan. I can’t be sure, but I have the impression that
Geoff had a hand up beneath her dress and was caressing
something he definitely shouldn’t be, albeit no
complaints were being registered by any party that I
could hear.

I was unable to study the tableau further as my
unheralded appearance sparked a mass exodus of bodies
from the crime-scene. Cries of "Ohh dad," and "I’m
sorry Sir," did tend to incriminate certain
individuals, but I was not out for justice.

"It’s Ok kids," I reassured them. "I’m unarmed – you’re
all safe. Kylie’s a big girl and hey... I was young
once myself y’know!"

Don obviously was having second thoughts about throwing
himself overboard now and he moved back towards his
compatriots. Ryan, who had not moved far from Kylie’s
side, sat back on the lounge drawing her down beside
him. Geoff’s body language suggested that he didn’t
believe a word I said and was waiting for the Uzi to
appear.

"Enjoy the moment kids," I told them and stepped back
inside, pulling the door to.

Pete, Virginia and her Dad were making-out with
unchecked vigor down the far end of the room, but I
really wasn’t that interested.

For maybe ten minutes I stood looking down at that
angel. I knelt beside her. I could see every feature,
from her stubby but cutest of up-turned little noses to
her blemish-free skin, smooth cheeks, artistic and
delicate eyebrows, tiniest ears and shoulder length
hair, splayed-out now as it was on the pillow. The
moonlight glinted off the tiny silver crucifix around
her neck. She even had the sweetest of breath. I kissed
her and she stirred in her sleep. I took a hold of the
child’s hand that was free of the covers and resting
prettily by her face. If only God could have
orchestrated things differently – she could have been
mine. I would have loved her more than life itself.

I must have slept for a short time. I was very quiet
opening the door to the balcony. I suppose I always
knew what I would see. They had her full-length on that
lounge, her dress pushed up around her hips, her top
unbuttoned to the waist. Ryan was kneeling on the couch
rhythmically attuned to her needs, and penetrating her
as deeply as he was able.

Given the degree of openness her legs were affording,
that was considerable. They had her breasts out of
course and while Don was taking care of her lips, Geoff
was sucking both her nipples and eliciting the most
arousing of moans for his trouble. As I approached, I
indicated my acceptance of the situation and either
through some innate understanding or they were simply
all four too far down the track to care any more, they
simply continued with their ministrations.

I wanted Ryan to come in her – I wanted them all to!
Kylie herself was so transported with pleasure she just
smiled as Ryan pumped her full and happily allowed Don
to take his friend’s place. I had the impression this
was not their first spin of the wheel either.

I just watched fascinated as the boy worked up to his
climax and contributed yet more residual cum to that
overflowing pussy. Incredibly, it all seemed so natural
and even as I took the boy’s place, Kylie looked up at
me and smiled that lovely smile she has perfected. Even
as I reached that inescapably beautiful plateau myself,
Kylie and Rhiannon’s expressions were merging. I was
making love to perfection, to every beautiful young
girl that ever lived. As I came in her, Kylie clung to
me and just whispered "Oh dad!"

In my next life, I am going to marry her!

When finally we returned to the main cabin, the other
three had departed, Craig having left me a note to
"Bring Rhiannon over in the morning." Kylie passed-out
within moments. I had more than two hours with Rhiannon
before Natalie, Jenna and everyone else returned. Their
experiences, not surprisingly would fill another two
episodes alone.

Did I make love to her again that night? No, but simply
holding her and kissing her in her sleep was just as
good – believe me.

Now, you’re all wondering about the title of this
episode?

Well, if we move on say six days, and to be honest, the
events thus far recorded were to be repeated nightly
with just about every cabin combination you care to
mention. Getting home was almost blessed relief... I
thought!

Not two days after we had gotten back to Sydney, I had
one stack of client-database work to catch-up on which
was meaning I had to burn the midnight oil for several
days running to meet commitments, and let’s be honest,
no-one does their best work at 2 in the morning. Just a
week after we had gotten back, I was wrapping-up
another night’s torture session when I divined an
inordinate amount of noise coming from Natalie’s room
just down the hallway.

Assuming naturally those pesky little bisexual
daughters of mine were at it again, I hastened on down
to tell them to hush-up and/or to fuck each other
rather more quietly. Pushing Nat’s door inwards I was
stunned to hear all sorts of passionate outpourings...
but no ready source. Definitely no sisters on heat.
Walking around the far side of Natalie’s bed, my world
fell apart.

Down on her knees in just her thin nightdress, but
equally obviously no panties, Natalie was being
routinely and obviously most pleasurably, fucked
senseless by none other than her older brother.

"Excuse me Chris," I interrupted. We really HAVE to
talk.

[Icomeanon]

oh man, oldie but goodie.

[starfight]

22. Larissa

Over Larissa? Like Hell I was!

Certainly, 'passing the baton' as it were, had seemed
smooth enough. I was delighted that she and Chris had
developed the bond they had at the very end of the
"Harper interlude." Not only was I comfortable in the
knowledge that like us, she and her father had seceded
from the group but by forming an attachment with my son
- I saw more of her now than at any time during the
frenetic partying.

They seemed both compatible and emotionally linked - I
have never once seen or heard them arguing and she
became as regular a fixture at our dinner table as any
of my four. We still talked as we always had, she never
failed to give me a goodnight kiss before Chris would
take her home or George, pick her up. Speaking of
George, he and I would often go to the local tavern for
many pleasant hours of two-way vocalised indulgence. On
much the same wavelength, we were never short of a
subject for conversation let's say.

Whenever the subject of Harper Valley came up - and
that actually was very rarely - he would freely admit
to missing the physical side of things with my three -
little Jenna especially, for whom I know he still
carries a flame, one of glowing intensity if the truth
be known. One has only to watch his reactions when
around her, just the little things - how he looks into
her eyes when she is talking. The occasional contact
with her hand or shoulder - all the quintessential
gentlemanly quirks. I, of all people should recognize
the symptoms, being thus afflicted in Larissa's
presence.

I must openly confess, nothing would have given me
greater pleasure than to see Jenna form a deeper
attachment for him, despite the uncompromising age
difference. She will never find anyone who loves her
more and who would forever treat her with George's
unconditional respect and kindness. No-one ever likely
to fuck her more intensely either. He really had her
number and she - his! If George wanted to take her to
bed three nights a week, it would be wholly with my
blessing. Well - so long as I could watch!

So yeah, Larissa was on site more often than not.
Sometimes she would even come here direct from school
and make a start on her assignments whilst waiting for
Chris to get home from work. That of course gave she
and I time together - especially when I was enlisted to
source web-sites, relative to whatever she was
researching.

Funny thing, I never regarded the relationship at that
stage as any more than that of father/potential
stepdaughter, despite what we had shared so intimately
in our previous co-existence. I'm sure it would have
stayed this way too, had not we been left in the house
alone one Tuesday afternoon when Jenna, Kylie and
Natalie were all elsewhere and Chris had called to say
he'd be an hour or so late.

These facts alone had actually nothing to do with what
happened.. The wheels fell off over nothing more
significant than Larissa inadvertently dislodging a
reference book that fell on the floor between us, at
the table we keep in the dining room specifically for
school-work.

Leaning down, I picked the thing up and in the process
of returning it to the small pile of other books, I
discovered Larissa's face only inches from my own. It
was a beautiful face... a face I realised I still loved
desperately. She kissed me every bit as intentionally
as a young girl on a first date. This of course put
paid to any further homework.

"I so love you Noel," she whispered, almost in
justification of her lips being locked now, firmly on
to my own.

"Well sweetheart," I said, disentangling our mouths
momentarily. "I seem to remember us addressing this
problem months back. Kind of a "High Noon" as I recall,
with me riding off into a nuclear holocaust. You hooked
up with Chris - I was happy for you both... and now
we're doing our best to betray everyone we both love.
Makes a lot of sense!"

"But since you mention it," I added, "I love you too
sweetheart. Beyond family ties, common sense or even
biological credibility. What the Hell are we going to
do about it?"

Larissa glanced towards the hallway and the far
staircase.

"My thoughts exactly," I smiled, taking her hand.

At the point I had her lying on my quilt in just her
matching blue bra and panties, I could do no more than
just stare at her unutterable beauty. Well I suppose
that is radically understating the situation.. So much
could I have done - it's doubtful she would ever have
recovered. I don't even recall with any distinct
clarity the order in which I proceeded.

Her bra must have been an early casualty because I can
still taste the milky softness of those beautiful
breasts and hear the soft girlish sounds of silence, as
I suckled her to the very edge of reason. Her urgency
grew with my own and I do remember that no sooner had I
pulled her panties down, than she kicked them off and
spread her legs wide, inviting somewhat more than a
six-monthly gynaecological check-up.

I sank into the depths. I was home - protected by her
arms and befuddled by her kisses. Nothing else
mattered. When you love a girl on an empirical level
like this - cause and effect no longer registers. I had
all those months of separatist diplomacy to make-up
for. I wanted nothing less than to impregnate her - to
place my seed in the receptacle that had always been
mine to usurp. George I knew, would understand.

Larissa moaned as I took her... transported her, far
beyond Utopia to a place that only I had residency. The
tears she was shedding were anything but those of
pain... it was in fact the worst agony of all...
understanding!

Even our joint orgasmic bliss was but an interruption
in what followed. I made love to her on her knees,
kneeling upright, astride me - and finally on her back
with her legs over my shoulders. Long emptied of
anything vaguely procreative, I was driven by such
repressed love for the girl, I feared for my emotional
well-being.

"Don't pull out," she pleaded at one stage, "Don't EVER
pull out!" Truth is, I hadn't planned to.

A little later however, having by necessity to get
dressed, I watched as she wriggled back in to her
panties, more than happy to allow the soft cotton to
stem the seeping tide from between her legs, having
expressed her preference to stay 'squishy,' rather than
take a shower and lose the ultimate focus of my
affection.

How can I ever forget either, her kneeling there on my
bed, breasts jutting out proudly as, handing me her
bra, she just whispered in wide-eyed girlish tease,
"You put it on for me!"

So pleasantly arousing a task did that prove, packing
those soft and delicate little orbs back into their
padded creche, it was all I could do not to push her
backwards, tug those skimpy little panties back down
and take up where I left off. But for now - kissing her
was what I needed and no lips ever to cross my line of
vision, were better suited to such a task. I held her
to me and let passion run its course.

With still a good half an hour before Chris or anyone
else was due home, we just sat and talked. Far from my
bedroom too - that definitely not being conducive to
rational thinking.

"Do you love my son?" I then cruelly asked, having no
right to put Larissa in so desperately pressured a
situation, but equally - needing to know.

The poor kid lost out either way. Had she said "Yes,"
it challenged then her own loyalties and morality. A
"No," would question her very motives for being with
him, classifying her additionally as a "user," simply
hanging around until Mr Right reined in his steed in
the coming months. She certainly didn't rush her
answer.

"Yes," she finally said, "I do love Chris - but it's
just so different. I know he's your son Noel, but he's
not you... he never can be. I don't know what it is
with you... you make me feel like both your daughter
and your lover. When you make love to me I just feel so
close to you emotionally - it's like I always was part
of you. Things we share - she glanced back towards the
stairs - Chris and I never can... and that's not his
fault... not anyone's fault. Does all this make any
sense?"

I smiled at her, "Luckily no," I lied.

I knew of course exactly what she was trying to say and
my heart ached for her as she spoke. Nothing though
could ever bridge that getting on for forty-year age
difference and however much I loved her, it was an
inescapable fact now that our relationship was doomed
to be one of fleeting coexistence. 60-20... 70-30...
the most basic of math ruled out the possibility of
this game ever going into extra time.

"Well sweetheart," I grinned, "You're just going to
have to get used to being raped by an old man from time
to time. Perhaps your father-in-law if things pan out
right? Can you live with that?"

She hugged me to her, "At least once a week?" she
giggled, "Think you can manage that?"

"More like twice a day, you silly little girl," I
replied, kissing once more those wonderfully soft lips.

The lock turning in the front door, signified at least
one of the brood had returned.

"Now what else do you need to know about 'Queen
Hatshepsut' and the New Kingdom?" I enquired.

23. Harper Valley: Last Rites

As far as the family was concerned, Harper Valley ended
for Natalie, Kylie and Jenna (Chris too of course) with
the concluding events that were recalled in seminal
detail in "Farewell to Zion." For those of you without
the opportunity to have read "The Complete Harper
Valley," such knowledge is unfortunately denied you,
but be assured, the decision was taken as a family to
wholly withdraw from the 'arena of dreams.'

Regrettable in hindsight then, that in a moment of
abject weakness I was to re-indulge my overwrought
need-for-seed but one last time, and fully without the
awareness of the other four.

True, Jer had bombarded me with requests for a re-
think, or more specifically a complete back-down on our
decision. In desperation, he had even text-messaged
Natalie, Kylie and Jenna, pleading for their re-
involvement, fuelled I suspect, by the exhortations of
the majority of the other participating males.

Only threats of bodily harm finally caused him to back-
off. We still talked once in a while of course, even
had a cappuccino occasionally at the local shopping
mall when he would take great delight in regaling me
with many a sexual tale of deviant behavior at some
recent party - but the subject of my daughters was
clearly understood to be off the agenda.

I made casual enquiry about Rhiannon, hoping in fact to
hear little that might sadden me and it was a source of
great pleasure admittedly when I heard Jerry comment
that she had hardly attended since we left. Obviously,
I was not over my personal crisis regarding that
wondrously brief relationship. Jer was never to be
privy to such knowledge.

Larissa, being now Chris' full-time girlfriend, was a
regular fixture at our home and was pretty much
slotted-in as my fourth daughter. She and her father no
longer attended the parties either, having taken the
decision to leave, the same week we did. George and I
became ultimately close friends and spent many a long
and pleasantly alkified night in each other's company.
Why the Hell then couldn't I just have let sleeping
dogs lie?

It wasn't a "party" as such, Jerry knew he had less
chance of securing my presence at another of those
little gatherings than he did of coercing Jenna to
model a new range of swimwear for him in his own
bathroom.

"Just an informal gathering of a few friends at his
place," was how he initially described it to me, that
night he called last week. And so it proved to be. He
simply omitted to mention that the "couple of ladies"
coming as well, were actually still in tenth grade.

Having first to drop Kylie off at a girlfriend's
sleepover that night, I arrived at Jerry's place a good
hour and a half after everyone else. Many familiar
faces on site. Connor, Warwick, Brad, Graham...a
shifty-looking guy called Lenny who you wouldn't buy a
used toothpick off, let alone a car, and another friend
of Jer's whose name I've forgotten.

Ahead of anything though, I noticed Virginia chatting
animatedly in one corner and Caitlin sitting on
Warwick's lap. Both appeared to be sans their own
fathers, which might have been considered risky in the
attending circumstances. While Jerry and I were
talking, I noticed a couple of men quite unfamiliar to
me, enter the loungeroom from the far hallway, which
appeared to be some sort of cue for Brad and Graham to
get up and leave the room. Given their evident self-
satisfied expressions I asked Jer what was going on?

He just smiled his "I'm so debauched I can't believe
it" look and informed me there was "another girl or
two" upstairs somewhere. "Well at least it's none of my
three I was thinking," somewhat smugly.

At that point, Caitlin walked over and sat herself down
on my knee - much to Warwick's chagrin I noted.

"Hello Noel," she whispered, cuddling up against me.
"We've soo missed you and the girls. Are you ever going
to come to another party?"

"No sweetheart," I told her, gently kissing her
forehead. "We all made the decision to pull-out and we
can't go back on it now. To be honest, I didn't even
know any of you poppets would be here tonight."

She smiled that wonderfully warm and inviting little
smile she is so good at and despite myself, I then
wanted to take her somewhere private and recall some of
the magic I had missed so much.

She wasn't making it any easier for me and at the point
Jer got up and went across to say something to Connor,
I was finding my hands remembering old habits as they
inched their way beneath Caitlin's rather prominent and
eminently desirable young breasts. That low-cut blouse
she had on was doing little to dissuade my interest in
that general area either and didn't she know it? The
slightest of sighs betrayed her needs and if those
little lips weren't suddenly and intentionally within
kissable range, then my understanding of the feminine
art is sadly lacking.

No-one could kiss lips like that, attached to a
youthful body such as they were, and not experience
majorly high-voltage arousal. Slipping a hand beneath
her top, the coolest and smoothest of female curves on
site liquefied whatever resolutions I might have set
for myself.

Glazed and wriggling now, Caitlin's kisses became more
passionate, mine more daring. Caressing those
wonderfully taut and erect nipples inside her skimpy
bra, there is no way she could have been unaware of the
system-reboot taking place right beneath her hot little
bottom. I was back in the fold alright!

The designer of that particular skirt Caitlin had on,
should have won the "Procreational Award" for 2004. A
central zip, of all brilliantly conceived fashion
innovations, meant that not only could she flaunt her
hot little red briefs without either bending over or
even spreading her legs, but that in the event she
found herself seated astride a gentleman of such
questionably deviate intentions as myself, instant
access for both fingers and other appendages, was but a
zzzzzzzzzzzzz away!

Let's just say I put the thing to a thorough road-test!

Observing standard operational procedure, I first
allowed my hand to inch its entirely paedophilic way
due west, beneath the skirt. Approaching the tropics,
Caitlin's milky-soft skin betrayed the heat build-up
between her slim legs. That first gentle brush down the
front of her panties brought forth a small gasp of
pleasure. It wasn't the '"small" gasps I was looking to
promote though!

Leaning into me, both breasts pretty much visible to
nipple level down her bra, I set-up camp digitally
speaking, alongside her central printer-port. The
material there was wet and the outlook for "more
showers."

My vocalised "You OK with this sweetie?" was of course
quite unnecessary but gave her at least the opportunity
to pull back from her on-going lip activity and to
acknowledge her assent to my continued vaginal therapy,
albeit at this stage through her panties. Feels so damn
naughty that, it's to die for!

In terms of being "erect," I was suffering penile
claustrophobia. At the point however that I was able to
shuffle that hot little body temporarily sideways, I
was in a position to free-up access to both my own and
Caitlin's zip. It worked well.

In as big a hurry to divest herself of her panties as
myself, she wriggled out of those confining but Oh, so
arousing little undies, at much the same time I drew
out my own plug-in. Swiftly flipping her over on to her
tummy, fully astride me now, she lost no time in making
the necessary adjustments. The view ahead from my
perspective was not half bad. Both breasts and nipples
completely visible and in continuous motion whichever
of us moved and however slightly.

Once fully inside her, it was simply a case of finding
new angles of incidence and a compatible rhythm. Far
from quiet now, she was contributing greatly to our
joint pleasure by alternately pleading for deeper
penetration whilst kissing me passionately. Life does
not get any better than this - trust me on this point!

I have made mention of the fact before, but to make
love to a young girl while she is for the most part
fully dressed, is just the hottest thing. From any
rearward voyeurs' POV all that could be seen would be a
hot young girl face down on some guy's lap, her
wriggling rear-end fully covered still with perhaps the
occasional peak of various naughty areas, as the pace
hots up.

You can always tell when a girl is nearing her own
orgasm. She begins to kiss so intensely and the urgency
throughout her body can be felt. As it happened, I was
there in the same ball-park. This was a 9.5 on the
Richter Scale!

Even as I pumped-in the last of my white magic, Caitlin
was murmuring unintelligibly and clutching me to her. I
just hugged her and covered her beautiful face with
kisses. We lay there for quite a while, completely
sated but more importantly having touched on a higher
plateau for those all-important seconds. As always, I
was having thoughts already as to how much I would have
preferred she not consummate any similar act with
another man there - As if I had that right!

Perhaps divining my thoughts, Caitlin gave Warwick a
thinly disguised if not incontrovertibly abrupt brush-
off when he sidled over, intent quite obviously on
furthering her orgasmic cause. He has always reminded
me of the Coyote when it comes to his bedside manner so
far as young girls are concerned. Beep beep!

Virginia was up to her old tricks. Anyone,
anyplace...anytime! Connor was availing himself of her
charms, spread there as she was on the far lounge with
another of Jerry's friends rudely assaulting her fully
exposed breasts. So grateful was I at that juncture,
that Rhiannon was not a party to this little session.

Caitlin sat with me.....on me actually, for quite a
while and we talked of many things. School, Jenna and
just who in fact cares if Brittany is pregnant? By the
time she wandered off, Jerry was organising a few late-
night drinks and nibblies. Lucky I would only have
those three or four back-streets to navigate en-route
home. No need to traverse any major highway, thereby
risking a random police breath-testing unit.

By eleven-ish I was feeling not half bad. Spent some
quality time with a few of my other friends, the girls
having taken themselves off somewhere - upstairs I
think. I did notice guys filtering themselves out from
various conversational groups at intervals and heading
in the direction of the hallway, presumably for a few
moments passion on the upper floor.

I mentioned that I should be "getting home soon" to
Jerry at one point.

"You can't go 'till you've been upstairs Noel," he
responded, winking maniacally like John Cleese.

"Yeah?" I asked. "Doubt there's much going on up there
I haven't seen before Jer." I added.

"No, maybe not," he replied, "But it's never hard to
watch is it Noel?"

I looked at him. Sometimes he could be such a
sleazebag!

Principally to shut him up, I took myself up the stair-
well not ten minutes later. More than familiar with the
layout of the house I first looked-in on Michelle's
bedroom - one that held especially fond memories for
me. Virginia was playing to a full-house - Graham and
two other guys I neither knew or cared that much about
getting acquainted with.

One thing I have to admire about Virginia - she's a
stayer! Put her in the most outrageous sexual
predicament and she'll work it to her best advantage.
Of course, caring little where she is being penetrated
or by whom at any given moment, does make it a tad
easier!

On this occasion they had her performing the awesome
feat of lying spread-eagled face down on Graham's lap,
butt tight-up against his lower abdomen - obviously
getting fucked, as her torso draped off the edge of the
bed, down between Graham's knees somewhere, sucking
noisily on one of the other guys as he knelt there on
the floor, making all sorts of disparaging remarks as
to her sexual predilection. As if to back-up his
assertions, he appeared to be groping the girl's
breasts with a fervor not seen since the days of
Caligula.

The third guy was the far side of the activated trio,
attending to his own problems. Even as I watched, he
managed to extract a healthy stream from his tortured
erection, which he managed to spurt directionally all
the way from the girl's lower back to her hairline. I
wouldn't be surprised if he even caught her on the side
of her face in places.

Graham motioned for me to take some imminently active
role in Virginia's further debasement, but in all
honesty she has never appealed to me. As a sexual
athlete, she is to be admired. As an object of
desirability, I find her as alluring as Mae West after
the autopsy!

The master bedroom was interesting.

Trust Brad to be 'in the zone,' when it comes to hot
under-age defilement. Center quilt, he and Len (or
Lenny as he seemed to prefer) were taking their time
doing some very bad things to a rather slim and
apparently compliant young Miss, that I took to be
Caitlin. The reason I couldn't immediately identify the
owner of the legs, is that they had her face-down,
tied-up and hooded. From the muffled sounds she was
making in response to the indignities being heaped upon
her - gagged too!

While Brad was attempting his usual party trick - the
rear-entry tango, Len was kneeling alongside her
prostrate body, his hands beneath her, mauling her
young breasts every which way. Dragging her butt higher
and spreading her legs further, even allowing for the
fact that I was to one side of the action and was
denied a view of the girl's outright sodomy, I figured
Brad was well inside...so to speak. What really
anchored my attention though was the fact that despite
her predicament and limitation of movement...she was
inarguably pushing her hot little ass backwards on to
Brad just as hard as she was able. As for Lenny, I was
thinking just how much skin-cream she would be needing
on those sore and abused little breasts by the time
this session was ended. Then again, God-knows what they
had been doing with her earlier?

Brad of course made complete his day and left his
calling card way up her forbidden channel. His second
or third for all I knew. Lenny too I could see now, had
been attending to his own grotty pleasures concurrently
and had spurted a copious amount of semen over her
bound wrists and lower back. The girl was a mess.

"Take her yourself Noel," Brad muttered, "Fuck her any
way you like....she loves it." He sat down on the edge
of the coverlet and gave her a bottom a spank, which
drew forth another muffled yelp.

Having no wish to do anything with a girl in that bound
and helpless condition, I approached her prostrate body
feet first. Untying her wrists, the girl wriggled
momentarily and I thought I caught sight of a hint of
dark curls between her legs. Hurriedly I removed the
hood.

Reflecting on the moment now....I truly believe I would
have preferred it to have been Jenna even (although I
would have recognised that curvy little bottom from
fifty feet away) I had no need to even turn her over
and remove the gag - the flared reddish hair was all I
needed to see.

I'm no street vigilante but I dropped Brad right where
he sat, with just one punch. Len saw or sensed my aura
I guess and took off. I would have killed him and even
that wouldn't have been enough!

I was crying by then, and ripping away the gag, I just
held Rhiannon to me.

Sobbing uncontrollably herself as I cuddled her, all I
could think was "Why?" "Why?" I wanted to believe that
she would never willingly submit to what I had just
witnessed and yet I had seen what I had seen. Her total
complicity and consensuality in her own degradation.
Never would this have happened, I told myself futilely,
if I had continued to attend the parties... I would
never have allowed it. She would never have wanted
it... permitted it even.

Brushing her hair back off her forehead and kissing
her, I could see her clothes across the far chair. I
brought them to her and once she had dressed. I just
wanted to hold her there on the bed until time ran out.

Brad was still out cold but breathing...unfortunately.
Jerry and a few others came up but seeing my
expression, sensibly remained outside the doorway.

When the red cloud had dissipated and the adrenaline
returned home, I began to wonder if I had even learned
my lesson over what had gone before so far as Larissa
was concerned. Some overly protective aspect of my
genetic make-up cannot accept it seems, the rights of
certain young girls... even Rhiannon's age, to choose
for themselves what they are comfortable with.

As the images came flooding back I just sank into a
morass of desolation. My beautiful and innocent little
Rhiannon - agreeing to being used like a cheap slut. I
couldn't bear it. But of course that's the whole thing
- she isn't mine is she?

Suffice to say, I have never seen her again and if
nothing else, that night achieved two things. It
completely vindicated my/our decision to withdraw from
the parties themselves and it gave me complete and
utter closure as to the period of my life that once was
known as Harper Valley.

It hasn't cured me though of looking at young girls and
wishing!

[Icomeanon]

You missed chapter 21, mate ;)

[Asiaticus]

# 21 would be "Farewell to Zion"

From Harper Valley Last Rites the author writes :
"As far as the family was concerned, Harper Valley ended
for Natalie, Kylie and Jenna (Chris too of course) with
the concluding events that were recalled in seminal
detail in "Farewell to Zion." For those of you without
the opportunity to have read "The Complete Harper
Valley," such knowledge is unfortunately denied you,
but be assured, the decision was taken as a family to
wholly withdraw from the 'arena of dreams.'"

[starfight]

damn, i'm really sorry about missing one. But after going through my files, i honestly can't find chapter 21.
But i've still got another few left and will post them.

23. Harper Valley: Last Rites

As far as the family was concerned, Harper Valley ended
for Natalie, Kylie and Jenna (Chris too of course) with
the concluding events that were recalled in seminal
detail in "Farewell to Zion." For those of you without
the opportunity to have read "The Complete Harper
Valley," such knowledge is unfortunately denied you,
but be assured, the decision was taken as a family to
wholly withdraw from the 'arena of dreams.'

Regrettable in hindsight then, that in a moment of
abject weakness I was to re-indulge my overwrought
need-for-seed but one last time, and fully without the
awareness of the other four.

True, Jer had bombarded me with requests for a re-
think, or more specifically a complete back-down on our
decision. In desperation, he had even text-messaged
Natalie, Kylie and Jenna, pleading for their re-
involvement, fuelled I suspect, by the exhortations of
the majority of the other participating males.

Only threats of bodily harm finally caused him to back-
off. We still talked once in a while of course, even
had a cappuccino occasionally at the local shopping
mall when he would take great delight in regaling me
with many a sexual tale of deviant behavior at some
recent party - but the subject of my daughters was
clearly understood to be off the agenda.

I made casual enquiry about Rhiannon, hoping in fact to
hear little that might sadden me and it was a source of
great pleasure admittedly when I heard Jerry comment
that she had hardly attended since we left. Obviously,
I was not over my personal crisis regarding that
wondrously brief relationship. Jer was never to be
privy to such knowledge.

Larissa, being now Chris' full-time girlfriend, was a
regular fixture at our home and was pretty much
slotted-in as my fourth daughter. She and her father no
longer attended the parties either, having taken the
decision to leave, the same week we did. George and I
became ultimately close friends and spent many a long
and pleasantly alkified night in each other's company.
Why the Hell then couldn't I just have let sleeping
dogs lie?

It wasn't a "party" as such, Jerry knew he had less
chance of securing my presence at another of those
little gatherings than he did of coercing Jenna to
model a new range of swimwear for him in his own
bathroom.

"Just an informal gathering of a few friends at his
place," was how he initially described it to me, that
night he called last week. And so it proved to be. He
simply omitted to mention that the "couple of ladies"
coming as well, were actually still in tenth grade.

Having first to drop Kylie off at a girlfriend's
sleepover that night, I arrived at Jerry's place a good
hour and a half after everyone else. Many familiar
faces on site. Connor, Warwick, Brad, Graham...a
shifty-looking guy called Lenny who you wouldn't buy a
used toothpick off, let alone a car, and another friend
of Jer's whose name I've forgotten.

Ahead of anything though, I noticed Virginia chatting
animatedly in one corner and Caitlin sitting on
Warwick's lap. Both appeared to be sans their own
fathers, which might have been considered risky in the
attending circumstances. While Jerry and I were
talking, I noticed a couple of men quite unfamiliar to
me, enter the loungeroom from the far hallway, which
appeared to be some sort of cue for Brad and Graham to
get up and leave the room. Given their evident self-
satisfied expressions I asked Jer what was going on?

He just smiled his "I'm so debauched I can't believe
it" look and informed me there was "another girl or
two" upstairs somewhere. "Well at least it's none of my
three I was thinking," somewhat smugly.

At that point, Caitlin walked over and sat herself down
on my knee - much to Warwick's chagrin I noted.

"Hello Noel," she whispered, cuddling up against me.
"We've soo missed you and the girls. Are you ever going
to come to another party?"

"No sweetheart," I told her, gently kissing her
forehead. "We all made the decision to pull-out and we
can't go back on it now. To be honest, I didn't even
know any of you poppets would be here tonight."

She smiled that wonderfully warm and inviting little
smile she is so good at and despite myself, I then
wanted to take her somewhere private and recall some of
the magic I had missed so much.

She wasn't making it any easier for me and at the point
Jer got up and went across to say something to Connor,
I was finding my hands remembering old habits as they
inched their way beneath Caitlin's rather prominent and
eminently desirable young breasts. That low-cut blouse
she had on was doing little to dissuade my interest in
that general area either and didn't she know it? The
slightest of sighs betrayed her needs and if those
little lips weren't suddenly and intentionally within
kissable range, then my understanding of the feminine
art is sadly lacking.

No-one could kiss lips like that, attached to a
youthful body such as they were, and not experience
majorly high-voltage arousal. Slipping a hand beneath
her top, the coolest and smoothest of female curves on
site liquefied whatever resolutions I might have set
for myself.

Glazed and wriggling now, Caitlin's kisses became more
passionate, mine more daring. Caressing those
wonderfully taut and erect nipples inside her skimpy
bra, there is no way she could have been unaware of the
system-reboot taking place right beneath her hot little
bottom. I was back in the fold alright!

The designer of that particular skirt Caitlin had on,
should have won the "Procreational Award" for 2004. A
central zip, of all brilliantly conceived fashion
innovations, meant that not only could she flaunt her
hot little red briefs without either bending over or
even spreading her legs, but that in the event she
found herself seated astride a gentleman of such
questionably deviate intentions as myself, instant
access for both fingers and other appendages, was but a
zzzzzzzzzzzzz away!

Let's just say I put the thing to a thorough road-test!

Observing standard operational procedure, I first
allowed my hand to inch its entirely paedophilic way
due west, beneath the skirt. Approaching the tropics,
Caitlin's milky-soft skin betrayed the heat build-up
between her slim legs. That first gentle brush down the
front of her panties brought forth a small gasp of
pleasure. It wasn't the '"small" gasps I was looking to
promote though!

Leaning into me, both breasts pretty much visible to
nipple level down her bra, I set-up camp digitally
speaking, alongside her central printer-port. The
material there was wet and the outlook for "more
showers."

My vocalised "You OK with this sweetie?" was of course
quite unnecessary but gave her at least the opportunity
to pull back from her on-going lip activity and to
acknowledge her assent to my continued vaginal therapy,
albeit at this stage through her panties. Feels so damn
naughty that, it's to die for!

In terms of being "erect," I was suffering penile
claustrophobia. At the point however that I was able to
shuffle that hot little body temporarily sideways, I
was in a position to free-up access to both my own and
Caitlin's zip. It worked well.

In as big a hurry to divest herself of her panties as
myself, she wriggled out of those confining but Oh, so
arousing little undies, at much the same time I drew
out my own plug-in. Swiftly flipping her over on to her
tummy, fully astride me now, she lost no time in making
the necessary adjustments. The view ahead from my
perspective was not half bad. Both breasts and nipples
completely visible and in continuous motion whichever
of us moved and however slightly.

Once fully inside her, it was simply a case of finding
new angles of incidence and a compatible rhythm. Far
from quiet now, she was contributing greatly to our
joint pleasure by alternately pleading for deeper
penetration whilst kissing me passionately. Life does
not get any better than this - trust me on this point!

I have made mention of the fact before, but to make
love to a young girl while she is for the most part
fully dressed, is just the hottest thing. From any
rearward voyeurs' POV all that could be seen would be a
hot young girl face down on some guy's lap, her
wriggling rear-end fully covered still with perhaps the
occasional peak of various naughty areas, as the pace
hots up.

You can always tell when a girl is nearing her own
orgasm. She begins to kiss so intensely and the urgency
throughout her body can be felt. As it happened, I was
there in the same ball-park. This was a 9.5 on the
Richter Scale!

Even as I pumped-in the last of my white magic, Caitlin
was murmuring unintelligibly and clutching me to her. I
just hugged her and covered her beautiful face with
kisses. We lay there for quite a while, completely
sated but more importantly having touched on a higher
plateau for those all-important seconds. As always, I
was having thoughts already as to how much I would have
preferred she not consummate any similar act with
another man there - As if I had that right!

Perhaps divining my thoughts, Caitlin gave Warwick a
thinly disguised if not incontrovertibly abrupt brush-
off when he sidled over, intent quite obviously on
furthering her orgasmic cause. He has always reminded
me of the Coyote when it comes to his bedside manner so
far as young girls are concerned. Beep beep!

Virginia was up to her old tricks. Anyone,
anyplace...anytime! Connor was availing himself of her
charms, spread there as she was on the far lounge with
another of Jerry's friends rudely assaulting her fully
exposed breasts. So grateful was I at that juncture,
that Rhiannon was not a party to this little session.

Caitlin sat with me.....on me actually, for quite a
while and we talked of many things. School, Jenna and
just who in fact cares if Brittany is pregnant? By the
time she wandered off, Jerry was organising a few late-
night drinks and nibblies. Lucky I would only have
those three or four back-streets to navigate en-route
home. No need to traverse any major highway, thereby
risking a random police breath-testing unit.

By eleven-ish I was feeling not half bad. Spent some
quality time with a few of my other friends, the girls
having taken themselves off somewhere - upstairs I
think. I did notice guys filtering themselves out from
various conversational groups at intervals and heading
in the direction of the hallway, presumably for a few
moments passion on the upper floor.

I mentioned that I should be "getting home soon" to
Jerry at one point.

"You can't go 'till you've been upstairs Noel," he
responded, winking maniacally like John Cleese.

"Yeah?" I asked. "Doubt there's much going on up there
I haven't seen before Jer." I added.

"No, maybe not," he replied, "But it's never hard to
watch is it Noel?"

I looked at him. Sometimes he could be such a
sleazebag!

Principally to shut him up, I took myself up the stair-
well not ten minutes later. More than familiar with the
layout of the house I first looked-in on Michelle's
bedroom - one that held especially fond memories for
me. Virginia was playing to a full-house - Graham and
two other guys I neither knew or cared that much about
getting acquainted with.

One thing I have to admire about Virginia - she's a
stayer! Put her in the most outrageous sexual
predicament and she'll work it to her best advantage.
Of course, caring little where she is being penetrated
or by whom at any given moment, does make it a tad
easier!

On this occasion they had her performing the awesome
feat of lying spread-eagled face down on Graham's lap,
butt tight-up against his lower abdomen - obviously
getting fucked, as her torso draped off the edge of the
bed, down between Graham's knees somewhere, sucking
noisily on one of the other guys as he knelt there on
the floor, making all sorts of disparaging remarks as
to her sexual predilection. As if to back-up his
assertions, he appeared to be groping the girl's
breasts with a fervor not seen since the days of
Caligula.

The third guy was the far side of the activated trio,
attending to his own problems. Even as I watched, he
managed to extract a healthy stream from his tortured
erection, which he managed to spurt directionally all
the way from the girl's lower back to her hairline. I
wouldn't be surprised if he even caught her on the side
of her face in places.

Graham motioned for me to take some imminently active
role in Virginia's further debasement, but in all
honesty she has never appealed to me. As a sexual
athlete, she is to be admired. As an object of
desirability, I find her as alluring as Mae West after
the autopsy!

The master bedroom was interesting.

Trust Brad to be 'in the zone,' when it comes to hot
under-age defilement. Center quilt, he and Len (or
Lenny as he seemed to prefer) were taking their time
doing some very bad things to a rather slim and
apparently compliant young Miss, that I took to be
Caitlin. The reason I couldn't immediately identify the
owner of the legs, is that they had her face-down,
tied-up and hooded. From the muffled sounds she was
making in response to the indignities being heaped upon
her - gagged too!

While Brad was attempting his usual party trick - the
rear-entry tango, Len was kneeling alongside her
prostrate body, his hands beneath her, mauling her
young breasts every which way. Dragging her butt higher
and spreading her legs further, even allowing for the
fact that I was to one side of the action and was
denied a view of the girl's outright sodomy, I figured
Brad was well inside...so to speak. What really
anchored my attention though was the fact that despite
her predicament and limitation of movement...she was
inarguably pushing her hot little ass backwards on to
Brad just as hard as she was able. As for Lenny, I was
thinking just how much skin-cream she would be needing
on those sore and abused little breasts by the time
this session was ended. Then again, God-knows what they
had been doing with her earlier?

Brad of course made complete his day and left his
calling card way up her forbidden channel. His second
or third for all I knew. Lenny too I could see now, had
been attending to his own grotty pleasures concurrently
and had spurted a copious amount of semen over her
bound wrists and lower back. The girl was a mess.

"Take her yourself Noel," Brad muttered, "Fuck her any
way you like....she loves it." He sat down on the edge
of the coverlet and gave her a bottom a spank, which
drew forth another muffled yelp.

Having no wish to do anything with a girl in that bound
and helpless condition, I approached her prostrate body
feet first. Untying her wrists, the girl wriggled
momentarily and I thought I caught sight of a hint of
dark curls between her legs. Hurriedly I removed the
hood.

Reflecting on the moment now....I truly believe I would
have preferred it to have been Jenna even (although I
would have recognised that curvy little bottom from
fifty feet away) I had no need to even turn her over
and remove the gag - the flared reddish hair was all I
needed to see.

I'm no street vigilante but I dropped Brad right where
he sat, with just one punch. Len saw or sensed my aura
I guess and took off. I would have killed him and even
that wouldn't have been enough!

I was crying by then, and ripping away the gag, I just
held Rhiannon to me.

Sobbing uncontrollably herself as I cuddled her, all I
could think was "Why?" "Why?" I wanted to believe that
she would never willingly submit to what I had just
witnessed and yet I had seen what I had seen. Her total
complicity and consensuality in her own degradation.
Never would this have happened, I told myself futilely,
if I had continued to attend the parties... I would
never have allowed it. She would never have wanted
it... permitted it even.

Brushing her hair back off her forehead and kissing
her, I could see her clothes across the far chair. I
brought them to her and once she had dressed. I just
wanted to hold her there on the bed until time ran out.

Brad was still out cold but breathing...unfortunately.
Jerry and a few others came up but seeing my
expression, sensibly remained outside the doorway.

When the red cloud had dissipated and the adrenaline
returned home, I began to wonder if I had even learned
my lesson over what had gone before so far as Larissa
was concerned. Some overly protective aspect of my
genetic make-up cannot accept it seems, the rights of
certain young girls... even Rhiannon's age, to choose
for themselves what they are comfortable with.

As the images came flooding back I just sank into a
morass of desolation. My beautiful and innocent little
Rhiannon - agreeing to being used like a cheap slut. I
couldn't bear it. But of course that's the whole thing
- she isn't mine is she?

Suffice to say, I have never seen her again and if
nothing else, that night achieved two things. It
completely vindicated my/our decision to withdraw from
the parties themselves and it gave me complete and
utter closure as to the period of my life that once was
known as Harper Valley.

It hasn't cured me though of looking at young girls and
wishing!

[starfight]

24. Ghosts of Harper Valley

Author Note: Despite so many emails from readers - some
quite impassioned actually, "Harper Valley" ended for
us, under the circumstances outlined in the earlier
stories months ago. It simply was never going to be
possible to re-visit those times. I replied to many of
you, pointing out that it wasn't a case of not wanting
to continue the series - I simply couldn't. Had not
circumstances then provoked a chance meeting just
recently, this 'account' could never have existed. It
was a fully unplanned and one-off occurrence - a secret
indulgence known only to my daughter and myself. Events
that afternoon quite obviously extended somewhat beyond
the closing line here, but whether or not I want to
make such knowledge public, I have yet to decide.

At least four and a bit months since we had quit the
group, much to the chagrin of at least a dozen fathers
I could name, Jenna and I had found ourselves at home
one weekend recently with some time to kill - the other
kids all following their various pursuits. Chris and
Larissa were over with her in-laws, Kylie had her
friends upstairs while Natalie was interstate playing
hockey.

Although winter still, it was unseasonably warm - sunny
and in the high twenties. I asked Jenna if she would
like to take a brief stroll with me in the nearby park.
Giving me a little hug and a "Sure dad, just hold on a
sec," she was off to her room from which she emerged
shortly afterwards in a rather fetching ultra-short
denim skirt, teamed with a tight but most attractive
little grey-ribbed top with Foxy Princess or something
similar, emblazoned in pink lettering across an area of
her chest that really didn't need any further
advertising.

Holding my hand and looking as pretty and desirable as
all Hell, we walked the couple of blocks to the park's
entrance. Despite the warmth, the paths were still
strewn with fallen leaves and the trees awaiting their
Springtime renaissance. A couple of young boys on
bicycles crossed the path just ahead of us. Judging by
the look the elder of the two gave Jenna, it didn't
need a clinical psychologist to figure out what he was
thinking. Areas of his anatomy I feel sure, were
reacting much as nature intended. Taking stock of the
bed of soft brown leaves just across the way, I was
having trouble dismissing a few somewhat lurid
fantasies myself.

Just two minutes later we were stopped in our tracks by
a familiar voice.

"Hey, Noel... Jenna... wait up!"

Turning around, no less a duo than Connor and Jerry
were hotfooting it in our direction.

"You two don't look much like nature lovers," I said,
"What are you doing here?"

"Just driving past the entrance gates," replied Connor,
inclining his head back down the path.

"We saw you and Jenna heading-up this way."

"Yeah, well don't get any ideas Connor," I muttered.
"We're not rejoining the fold - just in case you were
wondering."

"Nah, its fine," Jer put in. "Mind if we just walk with
you for a while? Nice and relaxing in here isn't it?"
he exchanged glances with Connor, the meaning of which
weren't immediately obvious.

I could hardly fail to notice Connor's eyes as they
alighted momentarily on Jenna's hot little rear end as
she leaned over to brush a couple of leaves off her
shoe. Hardly in a position to judge any such action
myself anyway, having been glancing at that same
prominent set of curves at every opportunity. Seeing
her breasts jiggle slightly as she dislodged the leaves
was something less than a hardship also.

"You look very pretty Jenna," said Jer, his words
carrying a meaning far beyond their immediate
implication. The hot little smile she tossed him was a
bonus! Even though she was now sixteen, girlishness had
yet to be replaced with womanhood and hallelujah for
that!

We had come now to the kids' playground, completely
deserted but for an older couple crossing the far side
of the grassy knoll just behind the swings. I
remembered back to the hours I had spent pushing the
four of them in tandem when they were yet to hit double
figures, in hot summers past.

"Want a swing Jen?" I asked her. "Let's see how high
you can go these days?"

"Oh sure dad," she replied. "In this skirt - you could
see my panties."

"Well don't mind us," Connor quipped, "I think we've
seen more than that before." He actually got a blush
out of her.

"Well keep your legs together sweetie," I suggested.
"Just a quick swing... Jer can give you a push."

I never thought she'd do it.

Nestling her bottom on the small wooden seat, it was
indeed a privileged view momentarily. She gave a little
gasp of girlish tease as a flash of white undies lit up
the retinas of Connor and myself. Jerry was sharing an
equally good aspect however, standing directly behind
her, his hands on her hips as he pushed her higher.
With each successive push it was obvious he was making
contact far lower than was necessary and at the point
Jenna giggled and turning, said, "That's enough I
think, I can do it myself now," his hands were fully
encasing her butt with each push.

Despite the down-draught of each swing, which caused
the hem of her skirt to flare out, so tight did she
keep her legs together and by continuously holding her
skirt down with one hand, we were denied the view we
all cherished. Even Jer had walked around to the front
in the expectation I'd imagine of seeing right up her
tight skirt.

"Such a spoilsport," he muttered, as Jenna slowed to a
halt, after which she alighted from the swing and stood
there, smoothing the denim down over her hips. I had
this sneaking suspicion the exhibitionist in my
daughter had yet to run its course. I so hoped I was
right.

"Hey Jenna," Connor called out, "Come and park yourself
down this-a-way on the slippery dip here." He patted
the shiny plastic at the base of the slide. "Let me
take a couple of pictures of you...if that's OK with
your dad?" He looked across at me.

I just shrugged... didn't bother me.

Jenna flashed one of those devastating smiles she can
produce on cue and sat her curvy little rear down on
the slide while the three of us watched. Connor took
out his camera phone and moved in closer.

Looking around momentarily he opted for the naughty
approach. "Look, there's no-one around sweetheart," he
said to her, "Just give us a flash of those cute little
undies - just once huh?"

With but a second's hesitation, glancing first at me,
Jenna wriggled her hips fractionally which had the
effect of causing the skirt to inch up her thighs.
Parting her legs just slightly, completed the tease, as
the clear triangle of her white cotton undies was
openly displayed. Connor took way more than one picture
if the truth be known. What this was doing to me best
not be admitted, but my resolve lets say, was decidedly
on the wane. Parts of Jerry's anatomy I have reason to
believe, were anything but!

"God, that is so sexy Jenna," Connor muttered and
glancing around once more to confirm the group's
continuing solitude, added in little more than a
whisper, "C'mon, lets see all of them sweetie. Make
your Uncle Connor a happy man"

My mouth was drying up rapidly as Jenna, evidently
willing to "play," rocked back on her bottom, tugging
her skirt right up to her hips and exposing her panties
in totality. The effect was cruelly heightened by her
parting her legs wide, now allowing us all the luxury
of seeing that amazingly feminine indentation for its
full depth. I knew she was enjoying this. What girl
doesn't like to be the center of attention, even
allowing for being in the company of three irascible
old deviates like ourselves?

"Now that's all," she said, tugging her skirt down once
more and sitting demurely on the end of the slide,
hands in her lap. Connor almost dropped his cell phone
in shock.

"You can't leave us like this Jenna," Jerry pleaded. I
don't think he even realised his hand was idly
caressing something it shouldn't be. Jenna realised.
She giggled and looking directly at his groin area,
smiled sweetly.

"Can't trust you two," she replied, glancing then
across at me...."you three, I mean."

I was hurt!

"I didn't start this Jen," I told her..."Don't be
blaming me."

"C'mon dad," she teased, "You didn't stop it either!"

She had a point there.

"Look sweetheart," Connor was cajoling pitifully,
"There's no audience. How about you just give us a
quick look at those sexy little tits you've got hiding
under that top?...just to remind us of what we've
missed all these months. We really have missed you
Jenna...incredibly."

It was the most emotionally charged statement I ever
heard Connor make. Might have brought a lump to my
throat had not one already been forming elsewhere.

"Nooooo," she replied softly, folding her arms across
her chest in an unconscious show of girlish innocence.
"I'm not going to expose myself in a public park."

"Well come home with us then," said Jer, quick as a
flash. Had to pay that one.

To be honest, the image of Jenna getting stripped -
even down to just her undies - right there in that
playground, especially with the potential to be caught
out, was playing havoc with my sense of acceptable
social etiquette.

Connor had moved over meanwhile to where she was
sitting. As she looked up at him almost inquisitively,
he lowered his hand and cupping her left breast smiled
at her.

"Sexy as ever Jenna. Look around, there's no one in
sight sweetie - just a quick flash for us?" He looked
up at me, "You don't mind do you dad?"

"Jenna's call," I answered him.

I couldn't believe what I was saying. Not yet five
months since we had all agreed to take ourselves
completely out of the loop at Harpers and having
totally ceased any and all inter-family by-play, here I
was now acquiescing to Jenna's imminent sexual re-
exploitation. Talk about "Just one more for the road."

Glancing around, and also back down the pathway along
which we had just strolled, Jenna did what she does
best - she giggled. Then with the most sensual of hand
movements she took a hold of her top and pulled it up
quickly. Hooking her fingers en route, beneath what
must have been the skimpiest little bra in her
underwear drawer, she tugged both articles up to
collar-bone level.

I hadn't realised what even a few months of teenage
development could achieve. Rounded and filled-out now
to unprecedented levels of desirable young femininity,
her beautiful breasts shook momentarily as they were
freed-up in the warm early-afternoon sun.

"God Jenna," muttered Jerry. "You are just so lovely."

Indeed, looking at those lightly tanned slim legs as
they disappeared up beneath the denim - short enough
that Jerry and I at least, could clearly see her
panties once more. Her wonderfully flared hips and the
concavity of her abdominal area as it curved up towards
her upper chest - "lovely" seemed a sadly inapt word
for what we were seeing.

Wholly exposed for the ultimately short time that she
was, Jenna sat there proud and smiling prettily. Connor
could hardly be blamed for dropping to his knees,
leaning forwards and suckling her left breast as she
looked down at him with seeming fascination. I saw her
eyes close momentarily as he drew down on her nipple
and the softest of sighs was audible. One hand cupping
her other breast now, he sucked her right nipple.
Barely ten seconds would have elapsed before she tugged
the material back down and the magic was hidden from
us.

No one spoke. There was nothing to say - least nothing
that could adequately address how we were all feeling.

I knew even then that there was no way Jenna would be
leaving that play area without at least one of them
fucking her. I think she would have known it too...
wanted it most likely!

I watched as one suffering temporary paralysis, as
Jerry moved over to join Connor - a man either side of
her now. She put up but the most token of resistance as
they laid her back on that slide, legs draping off the
end of it at the knees. Connor bent over and began
kissing those hot, lightly glossed lips, his hands
starting now to fondle her barely-covered breasts.
Jerry was taking the southern flank and pushing her
skirt even higher than it had naturally slid already.

Those tempting white panties were almost completely
exposed now as she wriggled beneath her assailants'
ministrations. Jerry joined his friend in openly
caressing and abusing the young girl's breasts. I knew
just how hot this must be making her, given the several
months sexual abstinence especially. I watched, as with
his right hand he began then to rub the outside of her
panties at precisely the point her clitoral fold would
have been located. Between Connor's kisses she was
beginning to moan slightly.

There was still no-one around, yet seeing what was
happening right here in broad daylight was hotter than
anything I had ever experienced at any of the parties.
Watching my youngest daughter being sexually molested
in public pretty much, could only be described as the
ultimate turn-on.

Grabbing her around the waist, Connor pulled Jenna down
until her hips were right at the very end of the
slippery-dip, Jerry's hand still up between her now
freely spread legs, rubbing her pussy through the thin
cotton material with unfettered glee.

At the point Connor muttered "Take her panties off
Jer," Jenna tried to sit up.

"Nooo, not here...please," she protested between
kisses, making a grab for them with her free hand as
Jerry tugged them down marginally, displaying the first
dark wisps of some obvious re-growth.

The problem was solved with a minimum of fuss. Jer
moved himself to a vantage point between her well
spaced-apart legs, whilst Connor somewhat indelicately
took a hold of her panties at their narrowest point and
simply tugged them to one side. Her moist and
intriguing little ingress, framed once more by her
natural dark curls was displayed in all its youthful
glory to the three of us - my having to move up and to
one side to compensate for Jerry's torso blocking my
earlier view of proceedings.

There was nothing reticent or even vaguely restrained
about what followed. Extricating what must have been as
solid an erection as ever Jerry had managed, he placed
his penile head right at the entrance to her fully
exposed slit and just pushed right inside her. I heard
her gasp but this was stifled by further kisses from
Connor who had set himself the highly pleasant task of
working her shapely little breasts free once more from
her top. These he was now rubbing and fondling rather
lewdly. I could hardly fail to notice how incredibly
erect her nipples were also, in response to what was
being done to her.

With Jerry basically raping her with unhinged abandon I
doubt Jenna noticed or even cared what Connor was
doing. Certainly no-one had to encourage her to spread
her legs wider - she was overseeing that little
requirement all by herself. Connor even was able to let
go of her panties completely. So spread was she at that
juncture, her pussy remained fully visible and Jerry
able to drive his erection up into her at will.

Watching her being so forcefully taken, her skirt
pushed up around her hips, yet still in her school
knickers, was one of the hotter sights that life has to
offer.

It was over in record time. Jerry, obviously gripped by
orgasmic forces beyond his control, held Jenna tightly
around the hips and for what seemed like ten seconds or
so pumped everything he had and more up inside her.
Judging by her own upward pelvic thrusts, Jenna herself
was little more than a committed female on heat.

As Jerry withdrew from her inner sanctum, breathing
irregularly but flushed obviously with post coital
pleasure, a torrent of milky-whiteness leaked out and
ran visibly down the inside of Jenna's thigh. Connor
even, appeared awed by the sight and stood back looking
down at my daughter as she lay there gasping for
breath, one hand idly caressing her left breast. It
really wasn't a moment for conversation.

In all the sessions I had ever witnessed during the
Harper period, nothing approached the erotic sensuality
of what I had just observed. The ultimate intimacy
being transacted in so public a place. Once more I
glanced around, simply to reassure myself we were all
in no immediate danger of unwanted disclosure.

Speaking of disclosure, Jenna appeared to be in no
hurry to close up those increasingly sticky thighs,
which may have accounted for Connor's decision to take
up the slack left by Jerry's vacating the starting
block.

Manouvering himself between her legs and having taken
out his own vitally interested erection, he leaned down
and whispered something to Jenna I could not hear. Her
swift reaction of a giggly "Nooooo" would suggest an
initial reluctance to comply. With Jerry's prompting
and further persuasion however, I could but stare as
they got her to turn completely over and straddle the
very end of the slide, bending over in such a way as to
suggest she was about to be soundly spanked.

With her curvy little rear-end displayed to the max
now, and with Jerry, after glancing around nervously to
ensure their continued privacy, beginning to grope her
breasts freely - an activity unfortunately quite
obscured, by virtue of her back being to us, Connor
parted her legs again while with his free hand he was
obviously pulling her panties aside once more.

Jenna gave the loudest of gasps as he penetrated her.
Her legs appeared to buckle momentarily but by
supporting herself with both hands grasping the edge of
the slide, she was able to maintain the status quo.
Holding her hips tightly, Connor spared no energy in
his quest for seminal finality. Thrusting up hard into
her, his labored breathing was matched by Jenna's cries
of passion. I actually walked around in front of the
tableau and the view I have to report - Connor fucking
her tail lights out and Jerry rubbing and pulling on
her fully exposed breasts - was not exactly a visual
hardship.

Jenna was in extremis. Public place or not, nothing
could have eased her fully wanton pleasures at that
moment short of a high-pressure water-cannon. At the
moment Connor shot his bolt... the analogy with the
water cannon was not that far off the mark.

"For God's sake Jenna," Connor was muttering between
his respiratory distress. "You are so the hottest
little tease on the planet." There was no-one up for an
argument there.

As Jenna slid to a sitting position on the edge of the
grass, right alongside the slippery-dip, she tugged her
skirt and top back down. Her hair was a mess! The three
of us sat around her in a near semi-circle. As she
raised her eyes to me, questioning... I just shook my
head.

"Don't even think about it Jenna." I said. "Of course I
want to... "want" is a slight understatement
sweetheart... but we made a decision. I have to stick
with it."

"Are you sure dad?" she pouted, parting her legs
sufficiently to show me the foolhardiness of my attempt
to take so high a moral standpoint.

"C'mon Noel," Jerry piped up. "You knocking back your
own daughter's charms. Never thought I'd live to see
it!"

Connor put his arm around her waist and whispered
something to her softly. Next instant Jenna was letting
him kiss her passionately again, quite as if there were
no tomorrow. This 'walk-in-the-park' idea had
definitely been ill-timed I was thinking.

Connor's wandering hands were once again on the move. I
watched bemused, as he began once more pushing that
short little skirt towards its northern horizons. At
the point Jerry's hand began inching its way up between
her legs also, she gave a little yelp of surprise (and
encouragement) as they both continued dexterously
exploring her most intimate bodily attractions.

I definitely wasn't needed to come-on as a substitute -
not the way this game was panning out.

On her back and giggling uncontrollably, both men were
kissing Jenna in turn while teasing her motor-sensory
freeway from nipple to vulva. She was fully hotwired.
One could only describe the paedophilic scenario as
"deliciously decadent."

In hindsight I suppose it had been the "piece-de-
resistance" all three of us were thinking about but not
admitting to. The thrill of stripping Jenna in public.
Whilst I could never have brought myself to do this to
her - I certainly wasn't averse to seeing someone else
do it.

With both shoes already gone, there was no lower
impediment to their pulling her panties right down.
With a hand each either side beneath the elastic, it
was the work of but two seconds to tug those sexy
little cotton briefs down to her ankles. Jer oversaw
their removal while Jenna gasped and spluttered. "God,
not my panties guys!"

She tried desperately to cover her now fully exposed
triangle of dark curls - which given her wriggling and
general struggles, was causing even more semen to run
out of her delightfully sexy little cleft.

"Hold her waist Jer," Connor instructed, and on the
instant this was accomplished, he yanked her "Foxy
Princess" top right off, leaving her squirming on her
back clad only in that skimpy bra and with her skirt
bunched up around her waist. The view up between her
legs was murder.

"Dad... Dad," she pleaded. "Please don't let them strip
me - not out here! That is soo embarrassing."

My paternal instincts were long departed. The more
embarrassing the better! At the moment Jerry unzipped
her skirt, Connor had the bra straps right down her
arms. Both were tossed away on the instant. Seeing her
lying there fully naked now and oh! so vulnerable, I
think I felt a coronary coming on. It was definitely
worth it.

Sitting up and trying to cover her breasts, she made a
lunge for her clothes. Connor, ever alert to the
devious ways of a naked young girl however, grabbed her
wrists and pulled her to him. She fell across his body
lengthways, her breasts squashed up rather nattily
against his shirt. He should be so lucky! Jerry
kneeling beside the struggling and slim-hipped form,
delivered a pretty decent smack flush upon those
jiggling cheeks. Jenna let out an audible yelp as one
small hand was suddenly relegated to bottom-protecting
duty.

As before, the more she struggled whilst lying on
Connor, the more hard-core the view appeared up between
her thighs. It is only when you get to see a very young
girl fully naked (struggling and pleading also, is just
icing on the cake) that the utter beauty and perfection
of all those curves becomes apparent. Jerry seemed
intent on working his digital way across all of them
that afternoon it would appear.

Finding it next to impossible all this time, to keep my
own erection from indulging its biological preferences,
I had been forced to take things into my own hands as
it were - albeit within the confines of my own three-
quarter-zipped privacy.

With Jenna still struggling futilely to reach her
clothes, having both taken turns at spanking that hot
naked little backside just for the Hell of it, they had
her now fully on her back, wedged between them as they
lay on their sides, doing one imagines, pretty much
whatever they felt like to her. Her overall nudity was
temporarily less obvious being shielded by the two male
bodies either side of her prostrate body.

Virtually kneeling there, my hand continued to apply
its frictionalised requirements to an area thus in
need. Concentrating on nothing else, I suffered instant
apoplectic shock on hearing not more than a few feet
behind me.

"What are they doing to that girl Mister? Why's she
naked like that?"

Turning round fully mortified, I saw the two young
cyclists we had passed earlier, on the way in to the
park.

Karma had most assuredly caught up with me!

[starfight]

25. Harper Valley Fallout

"We hadn't planned on telling you dad." Kylie broke off
all eye contact, staring instead at the carpet.

"It's just that we're worried she's going to get hurt,"
Jenna added almost shyly, taking a hold of her sister's
hand as she spoke.

When you've just been told your eldest daughter of only
twenty, has been voluntarily spending time in the
company of at least two, if not God knows how many
middle aged men, none of whom would consider Scrabble
the most entertaining way of passing a couple of hours,
the possibilities are on the worrying side.

"How many times has she been to Warwick's place?" I
asked them in semi-desperation and thinking back now to
all the occasions recently Natalie had just glided out
the front door, giving me a quick peck on the cheek in
passing with the usual "Just going out with some
friends dad... won't be that long."

True, she had usually been back at a reasonable time -
It never occurred to me to check on it. Certainly a few
nights I recalled, it had been well into the early
hours when I awoke, hearing her car pulling back into
the driveway. I never thought twice about it. Just four
months shy of her twenty-first birthday now, she was
hardly a child any longer.

Curiously, I wouldn't even have minded particularly if
it had been George she was seeing - but Warwick and
Brad? Hardly the two I would nominate for newly
inducted members of the local Neighborhood Watch.

"Twice a week dad - at least..." Kylie answered
factually. "She made us promise not to tell you.!" That
much I could understand!

So ironic I was thinking! Was not it Natalie herself
who had been so hypercritical of my involving her
sisters in the Harper gatherings, suggesting as I
recall, the potential for long-term emotional damage
resulting from my exposing them to such sexually
unrestricted playing fields?

More than nine months had now passed since we seceded
from the group, along with George and Larissa who
incidentally was still a full-time item with my son and
who I saw on as frequent a basis as any of my own
daughters. If there was any negative and lingering
influence afflicting either Kylie or Jenna - then all I
can say is, their lives appear to be a masterpiece of
contrived happiness!

But for Jenna's wholly unplanned and one-time-only "re-
union" let's say, with Connor and Jerry in the park
that day last July, that I made oblique reference to in
an earlier published recollection, "Ghosts of Harper
Valley" and for which I hasten to add, Kylie was never
subsequently on a need-to-know basis... nothing in the
way of a trip down memory lane has ever been undertaken
by any of us.

Up until Natalie's bizzarely declared nocturnal
adventures that is.

"Just out of interest girls," I asked, "How did you
find out? I can't imagine Natalie just came out and
told you off the cuff.?"

Jenna looked sheepish. "Well actually dad, Brianna
mentioned it at school. She had no idea that I didn't
know... that we didn't know!"

That made sense admittedly. Being Warwick's daughter,
she would have to be privy to Natalie's comings and
goings, as it were, especially the former I'd say!. All
I was wondering right about then however, was whether
she too had been roped-in as an integral participant in
the evenings' entertainment. God-damn, the thought of
Natalie and Brianna "in concert" together was
murderously hot. I think I may have gulped!

"So you confronted Natalie with this, or what Jen?" I
asked her. Kylie answered for her.

"She just suspected that we "knew" I think dad. Was
weeks ago now, she just said one night "You two know
don't you? That's when she made us promise never to
tell you."

"So what made you?" I asked them.

"Well she's just going there so often now and she's
tired all the time. It's going to affect her Uni work
and like Jenna said, we think she could end up getting
hurt."

"You mean physically?" I said.

"Well maybe that too," Jenna put in.

They were both silent for a few moments. "We had to say
something dad!" Kylie muttered.

"No, you did the right thing sweetie," I answered. "I'm
just going to have to be very careful how I handle
this." I kissed them both goodnight and went back to my
own room.

Whilst I had certainly noticed she was seemingly tired
a lot these days, I had just put it down to either
boyfriends or her University work-load. Definitely not
from being on her back for hours at a time! I knew she
had loved all the attention and I was wondering now if
this was some sort of back-lash from my insistence that
she and I could no longer perpetuate what we had gotten
so used to at home nights. Perhaps emotionally and
physically she had simply been unable to quit the
Harper circus cold turkey!

Other than the tiredness however I have to say there
was no skerrick of evidence that she was in any way
unhappy or even "distracted" by the newly disclosed
events at hand. She was still my happy and supremely
well-adjusted little Natalie. I had to put a stop to it
though!

Tuesday and Thursday evenings by general consensus were
the two main nights that Natalie dropped out of polite
society. It was rumored that Saturday evenings also had
seen action of sorts but in the upshot, I saw Tuesday
as my best chance to reel in the slack.

Figuring to tail Nat after her traditional kiss and the
inevitable "don't wait up for me dad," trailing on the
wind, as she closed the front door behind her, I wasn't
expecting the other two to pounce.

"Can we come with you?" both asked hopefully, as I
pulled on my coat in the hallway.

"No, you certainly cannot," I fired back, then seeing
their bitter disappointment, added, "It's not that I
don't trust you guys but think about it - the last
thing we need is the three of you back under that same
roof. It's them I don't trust, besides this is
something strictly between Nat and me - I have to go
alone!"

They accepted my words - but they sure as hell didn't
like it!

Still vaguely hoping I suppose that I wouldn't see her
car outside Warwick's place, I was in for a major
disappointment. Nearby was Brad's 4 X 4 I noted. I
parked in a side-street, still having no real idea what
I might find or how I was going to handle this. I guess
I knew of course that she hadn't gone there for a
séance.

Atop Warwick's driveway I could see lights on in the
upper rooms. Except for the kitchen, downstairs seemed
to be in near darkness. Having paced up and down trying
most likely to engender some inspiration of sorts,
there was nothing for it but to knock at the front
door.

The last thing I was expecting to see was Brianna's
animated little face.

"Ohh, Mr Baker - what are you doing here? she smiled
prettily. I was almost lost before I got started.
Dismissing every notion that her imminent presence was
suddenly calling to mind - and that micro skirt and
tight top really were not friends to my cause let me
freely admit - I just took her hand and pulled her
outside gently.

"Brianna, look, I've come to get Natalie. I have to
take her home," I hesitated, not really knowing what to
say to her. "Kylie and Jenna told me what's been going
on - none of us knew sweetheart... I can't let this go,
you understand?"

Now she was holding my hand tightly.

"You're going to get a real shock when you go up there
you know," she whispered.

"Why Brianna?" I asked her in a semi rising panic, "How
many are up there with her?'

"No, it's not that Mr Baker, there's only dad, Mr
Archer and Mr Clarke... it's just..." she angled a
glance towards the front garden. "it's just that well,
Natalie is like mega uninhibited now - she kinda lets
them do whatever they want with her."

I was wondering right then whether I should be thankful
for small mercies, there being "only " three men with
her tonight... I was going to ask if there were ever
more, but I didn't figure I'd want to hear the answer.

"And you Brianna," I asked softly, "Do they make you do
all sorts of stuff with them too? ... with Natalie?" I
added as an intentional afterthought.

She looked trapped but just nodded.

"With Natalie?" I repeated. She nodded again! I had to
steady myself against the porch.

"So the two of you er, "mess around with each other"
right? While they watch I'm guessing?"

"They do more than watch sometimes." she giggled
unexpectedly. My education was sadly lacking I
realised. The images that admission alone was bringing
to my mind do not bear expanding upon.

"How come you're not up there with them now
sweetheart?" I asked her.

"Oh, I don't go up every time," she replied, "Just when
dad and the others want me to, besides I'm just taking
up some beer for them, I had just gone to the kitchen
when you knocked."

The perfect opportunity I realised - I could play
drink-waiter for the evening.

As it happened, the tray gave me something to hang on
to. At the point I walked into Warwick's bedroom a few
minutes later, I was in need of it. All that I am about
to describe, was imprinted on my retinas in the second
or so before my presence in the room became public
knowledge.

Given that Natalie had only arrived at the house some
ten minutes or so before me - they hadn't wasted much
time.

Still in the tasteful little light-blue outfit she was
wearing when she kissed me goodnight not twenty minutes
ago, my eldest daughter was now straddling Warwick,
who, given my near side-on view, had both his hands
down her top, groping the life out of her. Whether or
not she still had her bra on... or indeed if she was
even wearing one, I could not determine.

What I could see though, was her dress pushed right up
over her hips, those sexy black panties tugged down to
her thighs and Brad's cock taking some extreme
liberties with her rather (from my viewpoint at least)
well delineated pussy. Put plainly, he was fucking her
tail-lights out!

Pleasurable as that quite obviously was for her, to
judge by her wriggling bottom thrust upwards as far as
she could get it, I imagine the fact that she was
sucking Warwick's anything but limp appendage with
extreme vigor concurrently, was providing the host with
his own unique thrills. Jerry meanwhile had positioned
himself in the 'queue'' and was kneeling alongside the
sinful trio, wanking himself with unrestrained glee,
pausing now and again to partake of a handful of
Natalie's barely covered breasts.

With her hair flopping completely across her face,
keeping Warwick's groin warm I imagine, she was
technically, the last to see me. Jer was the first, his
expression was priceless.

"Jesus Christ Brad," he managed to get out, stuffing
his dick back into his underpants. Brad, seeing me,
simply turned grey and as if in slow motion replay,
retrieved his sticky and inflamed phallus from my
daughter's gaping vaginal slit. Even now, I can see
that shaft sliding out of her so slowly, the sound it
made at the point of exit, and the sight of her hot but
obviously sopping wet lips as they closed across the
suddenly vacated ingress. For a second or two Warwick's
hands continued to ply their digitised assault down
Natalie's top - about the same length of time as my
daughter continued to lewdly suck on his rampant
erection. Warwick's look of abject horror preceded hers
but momentarily.

Her mortified "Dad?!" was almost drowned out by Brad's,
"Fuck me!"

"Anyone for a beer?" I asked.

"Now look, don't do anything stupid," Warwick muttered,
obviously expecting me to pull out my Smith & Wesson
any moment... "Please, just listen to me for a second."

I was listening!

"Natalie came here of her own free will - none of us
have ever made her do anything, it's the truth." Jer
was nodding like one of those European dilly dally
ducks.

"I know how this must look," Brad added, "But we're not
raping her - just having a bit of fun."

"A bit of fun Brad?" I looked at him disparagingly, an
overwhelming urge to punch him out again came over me.
"Looks like a lot of fun if you ask me?"

Natalie had started sobbing - uncontrollably. I
indicated to Brad to pull her panties up if he wouldn't
mind. Then I went over to her - the others withdrawing
warily to the far side of the bed. Jerry was already
making moves towards the bedroom door.

She clung to me. "It was my fault dad," she sniffled,
"You probably know now, I've been coming over for quite
a while?" I nodded mutely.

"I don't know what made me do it. I'm so sorry, I just
couldn't stop..." She collapsed in another paroxysm of
distress and self-guilt.

After a few moments I just lifted her pretty tear-
stained face. "Look sweetheart, I didn't come here
tonight to embarrass or criticise you in any way - I
just wanted to take you home, let you know its finished
now and we can just get on with our lives. C'mon
Natalie just go to the bathroom, fix yourself up and
we'll be on our way. Giving me the biggest hug, she got
off the bed, retrieved her things and headed for the
en-suite.

As the door closed, I turned to Warwick, "I'll have the
tape too please?" He looked at me dumbfounded. "What
tape Noel?" I glanced up towards the cluster of lights
over the bed.

"Just give me the tape Warwick... OK?" He considered
proclaiming his innocence but then thought better of
it. Walking across to the built-in, he pulled open a
drawer and handed me a plain box. I put it in my inside
pocket.

"She doesn't know about it does she? Brianna either?"
His silence confirmed my suspicions.

"You shouldn't have done it guys," I told them. "It's
not your fault she came here - that was her decision...
right or wrong, but taping it all? Way wrong!" If you
got any copies - destroy them, you understand me? They
emphatically denied having any, but I would bet my life
three more tapes were dumped in the trash-can that
night.

Natalie emerged from the en-suite moments later, still
red-eyed and emotionally drained but looking more like
my happy little daughter. Said goodbye to Brianna and
let ourselves out the front-door.

I think she must have apologised another dozen times
after we got home. I just told her I loved her stupid
and I didn't want to hear another thing about it - the
episode was ended and the credits long since finished
running. Both of us however wanted closure of a
different type. Her eyes craved it and my will-power
was sorely tested. I think even Jenna and Kylie would
have understood!

The impasse passed and I left the three of them
upstairs to talk about whatever they needed to resolve
between themselves. My role was ended and the status-
quo returned to normal, hopefully for ever and a day.

Everyone had been asleep for a while when I finished
some consulting work for a couple of clients and
toddled off downstairs for a chilled OJ. On my way
back, I paused at the den. It was no use kidding
myself, I had to know!

Slipping the cassette into the player, I was ready for
anything... well except for what I saw I suppose.

Somewhat crudely edited, I figured the tape had been
cut and spliced to give the committed viewer a kind of
"Natalie's greatest performances" feel to it. All I can
say in hindsight is that if this ever reaches the
general net-surfing public, we are all going to have to
change our names and leave the country, no questions
asked. Brianna, Michelle and Louise are also going to
be shy one father each.

Compiled I would say in vague chronological order,
Natalie's somewhat shorter hairstyle in those first few
"scenes" shall we say? confirmed a 'location shoot' of
at least five to six months back, making it that much
bigger a worry.

Bereft of sound, the images told the story. Ushered
into Warwick's bedroom, only Brad was there in the
early stages. Relieved of her coat, she had on just a
normal skirt and top - nothing vaguely slutty or
suggestive. They wasted no time in kissing her and
seemingly coercing her to sit on the bed.

Brad - all hands as usual, taking early liberties
allowing his hands to caress her shoulders and after
she had sat down on the edge of the coverlet - her
thighs. Filmed from overhead, any views they may have
had of her panties in that short skirt, were not
visible, but her breasts and cleavage were shown up in
glorious undulating technicolor. I noticed Brad
glancing down her top surreptitiously, whenever she
wasn't looking at him.

Barely five minutes had elapsed and Warwick said
something and then tentatively reached forward in order
to fondle her right breast. Natalie seemed to push his
hand away but was then kissed hard by Brad whose palm
slid under her arm and across her other breast. They
had her on her back in moments.

Between them they had her skirt pushed up indecently
high soon after and now you could clearly see the lower
half of her panties... hot little red ones. As both
their hands slid up beneath her skirt, it was quite
obvious they were rubbing her pussy and judging by
Natalie's wriggling body language - she was in this for
the long haul.

With their spare hands, both now began groping my
daughter's chest, slipping their fingers imminently
down her top where they began to do seriously naughty
things with her nipples by the look of it. Whatever
other emotion was coursing through me at that stage -
self-arousal was inevitable. My mouth was dry long
before they spread her legs apart and began
masturbating her in earnest - each taking turns holding
her panties aside while the other fingered her
dexterously.

Any question as to Natalie being a willing and
complicit participant here was fully evidenced by the
fact she could be seen to voluntarily raise her arms
over her head and willingly let them kiss her as they
touched her up every which way. That they drove her to
orgasm is beyond question. She was over the line!

I hadn't even realised I had my own hand in my crotch
at that juncture. It was to be there a long time.

They stripped her of course and watching on that small
screen as my daughter's panties were tugged down and
her bra torn off in a fully undignified manner, was
somehow hotter than having seen her fondled into
submission in the real time at Harpers.

Once Natalie was naked, they shucked off their own
clothes and both took turns climbing on top of her,
after which it appears they fucked her hard a couple of
times each - just in the missionary position admittedly
but with her legs so far apart, it almost hurt to
watch. Afterwards, the camera showed her sitting up,
apparently speaking whilst patting her pussy while the
other two watched intently. In the absence of audible
dialog, one can only suppose she was making light of
the fact excess cum was seeping out of her.

Confirming that this was obviously an "early
performance," they allowed Natalie to dress almost
straight afterwards. What shocked me is that she was
prepared to kneel up there on the bed between them
fully naked still, while she retrieved her bra and
knickers before wriggling back teasingly into both.
Twice they tugged her bra down for a last fondle before
letting her gather up her skirt and top.

No more than teasing her one supposes, but before
leaving, she was put across both their knees and given
a few hot little spanks. Brad of course had to avail
himself of the opportunity and could clearly be seen
groping her breasts once more as she squirmed around on
his lap fully enjoying the attention.

God, was I hard?

Not three edited seconds later and the camera showed
Natalie once more entering the room. Removing her coat
I could see she had on her really nice (and expensive -
I should know, I bought it!) blue dress. How much later
this was after the earlier 'performance' I couldn't say
- but there was far less time wasted here on social
niceties. Quite obviously being asked to do something
by the other two, she seemed reluctant to comply. More
unclear dialog, followed by a sight that plain blew me
away.

Standing between the two of them she just raised her
arms up over her head suddenly and simply allowed them
free license to her body. Both began squeezing her
breasts lewdly whilst feeling her up from neck to knee.
As Brad, standing behind her, slid a hand down across
her bottom, smoothing across her rearward curves,
Warwick knelt down in front of her and slipped both
hands up her dress, pushing her hem up towards her
waist as he did so. This was awesome.

Whilst not particularly clear from an overhead
viewpoint, Natalie's hot black panties were exposed and
sufficiently so for Warwick to unexpectedly incline his
head and begin kissing her right flush on her pussy.
Even the rape-cam showed her whole body trembling
beneath the dual assault. Unzipping the dress from her
neck to her lower back, revealed a sexy little matching
strapless bra. Brad had his fingers inside those skimpy
cups in seconds clearly manipulating her nipples which
courtesy of spy-cam were openly erect now.

Having it seemed some pre-ordained plan, Warwick simply
tugged her panties down her legs as Brad pulled the
dress up over her beautiful shoulders. Being only five
three, they both towered over her. Standing there
shivering slightly it appeared, only that little bra
stood between her and total nakedness. It wasn't to be
a long-term prospect and at the point Brad unhooked the
tiny clasp her last vestige of modesty fell to the
floor.

Whether a planned initiative or not I couldn't say -
more like a spur of the moment decision, but Brad
simply then grabbed Natalie's arms and pinioned them
behind her. This of course caused her breasts to jut
further out, an opportunity not lost on Warwick, who
having now stood up, began pulling her nipples in
earnest. It looked at least that Natalie was genuinely
struggling.

Unzipping himself with one hand, Warwick freed up his
not inconsiderably sized member and having aligned the
point of entry, thrust hard up into her. Natalie's legs
appeared to buckle, but Brad held on tight and watched
then over her shoulder, with doubtless much pleasure as
Warwick simply took her front-on. Whilst not being able
to hear, it was obvious Natalie was crying out words of
some sort. Her breasts were free agents and arousingly
in motion as Warwick continued to fuck her in a
standing position.

No sooner had he quite clearly ejaculated a truck load
of sticky stuff up inside her than Brad turned her
round and indicated for Warwick to hold her there for
his turn. Now this time she was clearly being raped. I
could make out Natalie's mouth open in a mixture of
shock and surprise. She was struggling less though and
arching her hips more, suggesting they had hit on a
winning template. Brad needed less time to accomplish
his mission - perhaps on account of the incredibly
arousing sight of a young girl being restrained whilst
being raped at the same time. The temperature in my den
was certainly on the increase if the truth be known.

No sooner had he spurted something interesting deep
inside my daughter's most illicit receptacle and God, I
knew how good that felt, than Warwick released her arms
and Natalie just collapsed on the nearby bed, drawing
her knees up and unknowingly presenting the overhead
camera with a gilt-edged shot of her curvy hips and
well-rounded bottom. She wasn't to have much of a
respite.

Further dialog could be seen to ensue and as I slumped
deeper into the recliner, something beneath my own
zipper was desperately calling out "Sanctuary," as I
saw, but could scarce credit, little Nat kneeling now
on the coverlet, as her head bobbed up and down in
Brad's lap. Not even Warwick misbehaving badly with a
few fingers up between her own legs, could distract her
from her task.

I watched those twenty-year old breasts dance unchecked
across her chest, stilled only once in a while by
Brad's hand as he too groped her without shame. I saw
him cum for the second time that session, almost
jerking like a mechanical doll as he filled her sweet
and undeniably sexy mouth. The smile she gave him as
she looked up, just blew me away.

Repeating the performance for Warwick's benefit was
almost too hot to watch. So unhinged was his denouement
that Natalie had no hope in Hell of swallowing it.
Jerked free of her mouth, he simply spurted a stream of
milky white cum all over her face. She even rocked back
on her hips - her legs wide apart for his viewing
pleasure, inviting him to redecorate her breasts and
pussy, which with a few more filmy whitish strings, he
managed to accomplish.

I was wondering where the script-writers planned on
going from here?

Warwick left the room and Brad, fully naked himself,
lay down on the bed and drew Natalie atop him. From
what I could determine they were just kissing. Exactly
how she could bring herself to kiss that loser beats me
but I should make allowances for a young girl on heat.
Something surely must have been stirring between her
legs... .it certainly was between mine!

The first of the mega-shocks was about to kick-in.

Warwick returned but he wasn't alone. Ushered-in ahead
of her father, Brianna was shepherded towards the bed -
to the obvious full-on shock to Natalie's system.
Immediately covering her upper chest with her arms in
clear embarrassment and drawing her knees up to
preclude any possible views up between her legs not
that she had anything of course that Brianna had never
seen before. I could see her talking animatedly to Brad
and Warwick. There seemed to be a lot of giggling and
head-shaking and thus the possibilities were endless.

Brianna I should add was still in her school uniform
which wasn't exactly hard on the visuals either. Nice
short skirt, slim legs and lurking unseen rearwards, a
cute little bottom that I knew and remembered only too
well! I needed to see this more than anything.

Whilst obviously resisting all attempts to get cosy
with Jenna's best friend, I knew of course that Natalie
was far from opposed to same-sex involvement, having
observed her and her two sisters going at it in Kylie's
bedroom like there was no tomorrow. I have my
suspicions also that she and Larissa have in the past
shared more than a diplomatic goodnight kiss.

As for Brianna herself - having witnessed her genital
defilement at close range, by man woman... even pre-
teen, I knew she needed little encouragement to play
the game

"I'm no lip-reader but I'm sure I could make out Brad
mouth the words "Kiss each other girls." There were
more but I couldn't pick them up. By now though,
Brianna had knelt up on the covers and had taken
Natalie's hand, leaving her right breast exposed and
vulnerable. Leaning inwards, she kissed Natalie on the
lips and if that wasn't pre-cum suddenly leaking down
my leg it must have been dust mites on the move.

Warwick obviously figured he would get in on the action
and I saw him encircle his daughter's rib-cage with an
arm before giving her right breast a thorough going-
over. She glanced back at her father in fake shock,
pushing his hand away.

She didn't push Natalie's away though and I could but
unzip as my daughter put her delicate hand on Brianna's
other breast and begin squeezing it. More words were
exchanged and I suspect somewhat along the lines of
"Undress her Natalie."

God, watching Natalie stripping Brianna on that bed
almost brought on cardiac arrest. With one girl already
fully naked, to see them pulling each other's nipples
and watching then as Natalie pushed her hand well up
beneath Brianna's school outfit was definitely not a
sight for sane eyes. The fact that the younger girl
began to spread her legs to give Natalie better access
and knowing that she must be rubbing Brianna's panties
right the way down her wet slit, was driving me to
distraction. I had completely forgotten about the other
two.

Not that Warwick and Brad were bit players in this
little drama. Brad knelt himself down behind Brianna
and began fondling the two hot little breasts that
Natalie had thoughtfully extricated from the girl's
blouse. Warwick had gotten himself up close and
personal with Nat and was busy fingering her deeply -
well, up until the time Brianna's digits began to slide
into my daughter's pussy also. I think she reacted with
surprise at what she was finding in there... not her
father's fingers so much as the quantity of sticky cum
on site.

The picture blanked-out suddenly and after a few
seconds, refocussed on a sequence the editor had
understandably left in. Natalie lay on her back, knees
raised slightly but otherwise arousingly open and
naked. Brianna, presumably at the men's urging, fully
nude herself now, was actually climbing on top of my
daughter in the naughtiest possible position - top and
tailed. In other words, with her blonde curls well up
between Natalie's legs.

In compensation for pretty much having Natalie's body
obstructed, the viewer was treated now to a close-up of
Brianna's slim hips and curvy bottom as she wriggled
atop my daughter's chest and abdomen. It was only then
I realised I had never really had the opportunity to
watch two girls 69ing as such. I should be so
unfortunate.

Whether they had done this before or were just running
on instinct I had no way of knowing, but as Brianna
spread her legs to facilitate Natalie's tongue, whilst
delivering a similar service herself, both girls
appeared to let go of all inhibitions and were
literally crushing their pussies up against their
partner's mouth. Brianna looked as though she was
crying out in ecstasy. While Natalie was clutching
Brianna's bottom tightly and licking her from port to
stern.

I wasn't the only one maintaining a grip on themselves
as it were. The picture now showed both Brad and
Warwick having moved right alongside the girls,
masturbating themselves furiously, aiding their cause
when the urge took them, by groping either girl's
tits... whose-ever were the nearest. A short time
later, twin spurts of what I would imagine to be super-
heated cum, spiralled across Nat's shocked face and
Brianna's wiggling backside. This was the stuff of
dreams!

I cannot recall a greater release and there must have
been many candidates for the honor.

Presumably at the edited end of that session, a brief
period of blackness heralded the onset of quite another
evening. My guess would be several weeks later. Dear
God, what had passed by necessity in the interim?

It was a few moments before I could make out the full
company - at least six people that I could see. Brad,
Graham, Warwick, Connor, Jerry and Wayne. The only
thing missing was - a girl! Not twenty seconds later
however, a rotated shot showed the bedroom door open,
ushering in Natalie in her long winter coat.
Understandably I suppose, the center of attention
immediately, she was the recipient of several hugs and
kisses. I didn't see anything worse than that.

Without audible dialog it is interesting to speculate
on what was being said or orchestrated but the six men
suddenly formed a small circle around Natalie just a
few feet this side of Warwick's huge bed. It was at the
point she removed her coat that I almost slipped from
the recliner in total shock.

Standing there in one of the skimpiest and most
revealing of bikinis that any entrenched paedophile
could wish to lay eyes on, I was struck dumb. She had
quite obviously to have put that on in her bedroom here
before she left and simply covered it up with her coat.
What must she have been thinking when she said "Bye
dad, try not to be home too late," as she flitted out
that night, knowing what she had on underneath?

Whether she knew ahead of time there were going to be
six men at Warwick's that night, I can't ever know, but
the tape offered little suggestion that either she was
surprised by the numbers or even intimidated by them.

Standing there giggling by all appearances and
completely at the mercy of six adult male's fantasies,
they appeared to close ranks around her and I could see
clearly hands beginning to fondle her breasts, arms
slipping around her fully naked waist, hands dropping
lower to cup her sex greedily. Brad I could see was
slipping his fingers down the back of her bikini pants
quite obviously having a comprehensive feel of her bum.
Others were kissing her passionately - she must have
been so hot!

The circle backed off and some of them were clearly
talking to her - asking something. I watched as my
daughter submissively got down on the carpet on all
fours, her breasts in that position just about hanging
free from the bikini I would imagine and those skimpy
red pants stretched taut across her now well elevated
bottom. Connor was the first to break the circle and
moving up behind her, knelt down and just began rubbing
her backside softly --feeling his way around the
curves, one hand slipping suddenly between her legs as
she knelt there. I wished I could have seen her face
clearly.

I watched mesmerised as he undid the little bows
holding her top together before pulling it free and
letting it fall to the floor. Several men then moved in
and began fondling her breasts wantonly - others
kneeling down and kissing her again. Connor just
crouched behind her, tugged her bikini pants right down
and pulling out his not inconsiderable erection, pushed
hard into her. Still on her knees, she let him fuck her
like that, clearly pushing her hips back to accommodate
his thrusts. He had a hand on either hip and was
getting maximum penetration as could be seen.

Even without sound, it was evident at the point he came
in her, His repeated thrusts had caused her to kneel
there now right down on her forearms - as complicit a
sexual partner as one could wish for. No sooner had he
finished than Brad replaced him and he took her down
the hard road, holding her around the waist whilst
thrusting into her big time.

One after the other - she had no respite. By the time
Jerry was up, she was just kneeling there, legs way
apart, bottom suitably elevated and giving every
appearance of begging for it. Those having completed
their tour of duty earlier, were either wanking
themselves to nirvana, or pulling her nipples with
unchecked abandon.

After all six had taken her, they pulled her to her
feet and tossed her on the bed. Brad retrieved her
bikini pants and had her pull them back on. They left
her topless however, more than likely because all then
took turns sucking her breasts and molesting whatever
they were of a mind to molest. Nat certainly didn't
seem to care a whole lot.

That appeared to change though at the point Connor, I
think it was, began asking her to do something that was
not immediately obvious. A couple of them began rubbing
her pussy through that tiny bikini and it dawned on me
what they were trying to get her to do - masturbate
herself in front of them all.

Can't say what logic or persuasive powers they used,
but I was beyond awestruck when she just suddenly stood
up on the quilt, teasingly eased her pants down,
revealing to her vitally interested audience a fully
shaved pussy (which I had never known her to have...
.talk about coming prepared!) which she then began
rubbing softly. Using both hands she slipped two
fingers inside her vagina and began frigging herself in
awesome wide-screen color.. The whole assembly was
riveted by the performance and most extricated their
erections and wanked along with her, myself included.
What else could you do?

That she brought herself off cannot be in doubt. Her
whole body shook as the orgasm took its toll of her
vaginal area. She was even pulling her own nipples in
ecstasy as the pleasured waves washed over her. There
was quite a deal of airborne cum also, so I would be
estimating Warwick had a fair bit of dry cleaning to
attend to later.

I would have thought this might have lessened the
group's ardor for all things debauched but in fact it
seemed to catalyse the assembly into yet more practical
applications. Natalie was obviously there to be fucked
and that reluctantly is the truth of the matter.
Sitting neatly on the bed now after her strenuous and
highly visible work-out,, both arms around her knees,
Natalie was pulled across first one lap and then
another, allowing herself to be openly kissed and
fondled by some, fully penetrated by others. Some
tableaux were quite inventive.

Whilst seated on Wayne's lap for instance - her back to
him, both his hands clearly rubbing and squeezing her
breasts and nipples rather obscenely while she wriggled
about, her bottom doing wonders for his dick one
assumes, Connor knelt down right in front of her on the
quilt and extricating his still actively interested
seven inches or so, managed to get it in her front on,
proceeding then to fuck her hard up against Wayne's
chest. What I would have given for a Dolby soundtrack!

Having been passed around and fucked yet again by most
everyone, including a session on the coverlet when she
just got down on her knees and elbows again, bottom
high in the air, clearly encouraging anyone of a mind
to, to fuck her for as long or as hard as they wished,
the party began to break up. Not a man there could
possibly have had more than a thimbleful of cum left in
reserve, the majority of it either inside Nat's hot and
stretched little pussy or adorning her face, breasts,
bottom or thighs somewhere. The last scene on that
session showed Natalie sliding off the bed having
retrieved her bikini remnants and heading for the
bathroom.

Simply knowing that she must have come home that night
stockpiled with cum and just clad in a skimpy (and
slippery) little bikini beneath her winter coat,
completely fractured my sanity. I would be betting her
fingers had free license that night after she went to
bed.

It was way past 2.30.a.m. by this time - I wasn't sure
how much more of Natalie's sexual debasement I could
take. Besides I had already come twice myself, which in
many ways branded me as an accessory to my daughter's
ultimate humiliation. - however much she was a willing
party to it.

I figured I'd watch one more "session" before turning
in.

Suddenly assaulted audibly by a cacophony of sounds -
rustles and people murmuring, I realised that Warwick
must have upgraded his spy-cam. Jesus Christ, what was
I going to hear?

I could make out five people this time, but aside from
Warwick and Jerry, I didn't recognise anyone. They
weren't Harper fathers as far as I could tell. The
scene broke up and was restored at the point I saw
Natalie arrive. Dressed in tight jeans and a loose top
- this was definitely a new look for her. She looked so
small though in the company of those men, most of whom
were well over six foot. I have to say with her hair a
little longer, a hint of mascara and lipstick, some
pretty earrings and glossed nails - she was every man's
dream.

I heard one of the men introduced to Natalie as "Bill,"
another "Jim,"... couldn't get the third name.

"Anyone got any special "requests," Warwick asked the
group.

"Yeah," replied the one I heard referred to as "Bill,"
"I'd like to put her over my knee and spank her butt."
I saw Natalie shaking her head.

"C'mon little lady," Bill was saying, "Park yourself
across my knee here," he sat down in a nearby chair
grinning. "All little girls your age like a spanking -
just through your jeans love," He patted his knee.

Coerced by the other four, I watched as Nat caved-in to
public demand and draped herself rather prettily across
the man's knee. He rested a hand on the seat of her
pants. "That's one hot little tushy," he laughed,
patting her there exploratorily.

The first couple of smacks were lightweight, although
Natalie yelped and wriggled. The third was way harder
and Natalie's "Owwww" was no exaggeration I suspect. He
definitely liked paddling young girls! Watching her
taut little bottom bouncing around beneath his hand was
doing wonders for most every one I imagine.

"That's enough," Nat cried, "It's hurting me." Grabbing
her shoulders suddenly, Bill called out to his
audience, "One of you guys - pull her jeans down would
you? I want to spank her on the panties."

There were no shortage of takers and loosening her belt
beneath her, Jerry and the other guy, managed to tug
her jeans down below her bottom while she wriggled
frenetically on Bill's lap.

"That's better - sexier too," he grinned, leering now
at her tight little black panties as they clung to her
in all the right places. He delivered two impressive
spanks to her firm cheeks.

"C'mon that's really stinging," Nat yelped, fully aware
of course that every eye in the place was zeroed-in on
her sexy little backside. Bill delivered three more
hard spanks before letting her up. She pulled her jeans
up, rubbing her bottom furiously. If I knew Natalie -
it had turned her on unbearably.

"Strip to your panties love," asked Jim hopefully.

I could hardly believe it... he didn't even have to ask
her twice. Standing near the bed, she undid the buckle
once more, tugged her zip down and wriggled out of her
jeans right there in front of them. "

"Your top too sweetheart," added Warwick. At the point
she discarded that also, she was just standing there in
her matching bra and knickers swaying slightly - five
pairs of eyes stripping her completely no doubt, if not
worse.

Let's see your tits honey," muttered Jim, one hand
already idly caressing his crotch area. The fact hadn't
escaped Natalie I would suggest.

With noticeable hesitation, she undid the clasp behind
her back, slipped the straps down her arm and teasing
everyone unmercifully, gradually exposed her breasts
and nipples. As the tiny bra fell to the floor she held
her hands across her chest.

"None of that sexy," called out Bill from across the
room, "We want to see your nipples girl.

As she dropped her arms, a collective gasp went up
around the room. With good reason I can vouch!

"Turn around for us love," someone said. I couldn't
make out who.

As she turned around slowly, obviously quite
comfortable with her risky predicament, the full
arousing beauty of her feminine shape was displayed for
all to see. Beautiful curved waist, flared hips, tight
little ass and most beguiling of all, her proud, though
quite small breasts and semi-erect dark brown nipples.
Someone whistled. I would have to have fucked her
myself if I had been there.

"Let's get her panties off," suggested Jerry - I think
it was!

"She got as far as mouthing the word "Nooo" but by
then, they had seized her around the waist, someone was
holding her arms while Jim and the other un-named guest
began tugging her panties down to her ankles. In a
moment she was completely naked.

There was to be no more orderly behavior.

Dropping to their knees, Jerry began kissing her flush
on the pussy, while Bill was lovingly caressing her
backside and slipping a finger up into some place I
don't think he should have! Warwick was kissing her
lips, one hand groping her left breast while, from what
I could see, Mr Whatever-his-name-was, was kneading her
right breast and feeling his way down the flat of her
abdomen to some seriously interesting features. Jim
meanwhile, obviously a legs man, was feeling his way up
the inside of her thighs in no great hurry. I was
interested to see what might happen when they all
arrived at her pussy at the same moment - including
Jerry's lips.

If you have the slightest idea how aroused this was
making me - well no, you couldn't have. We're talking
total loss of speech here, catatonia, early Alzheimers!
No one could watch their daughter being so crudely
fondled and molested, without totally losing it.

Easing her on to the bed - well they had to really,
Bill was in no condition to take things slow and easy.
"Hold her legs wide," he said to no-one in particular,
before shucking off his pants and kneeling between her
splayed opening, that as it happened, Jim and Warwick
were now in charge of. Pushing himself hard into her,
the other four watched mesmerised. Natalie simply made
a noise like "Ohhh" before settling back and letting
the man have his turbo-charged way with her. He fucked
her with a capital "F." It looked to me almost as if
she were crying although even then I suspect it would
have been in ecstasy rather than pain.

Both breasts were bouncing around freely as he pumped
her, well up to the point two of them leaned forward
and began suckling her at the same time. I would be
prepared to swear I heard her give several little gasps
of pleasure right at that juncture.

Speaking of pleasure, Bill most assuredly had his.

"God what an awesome fuck," I heard him enunciate, as
he began donating his seed to the four winds inside
her. Even as he withdrew, Natalie made no pretense at
closing up her legs. Well you can understand that I
suppose - under the attending circumstances!

Warwick ditched his nipple-sucking activities and
having extricated his penile instrument, knelt between
my daughter's legs looking for the exact right entry-
window. The sexy smile Natalie gave him at that moment
made me sick. Warwick of all low-lifes. Still, as I
said earlier, I suppose when you're a young girl on
heat, getting yourself routinely fucked by an
appreciative audience, a cock's a cock - whoever the
owner.

Although having obviously fucked Natalie many times
before, Warwick showed no hint of boredom. In fact - if
the truth be known, he had her crying out in passionate
appreciation of what he was doing to her. Oblivious I
would say to all the other hands caressing her hips,
her tits ..even her hair, she left no one in any doubt
- Warwick especially, at the point she began literally
screaming... "Fuck me harder... harder!!" I splattered
the arm of the recliner for the third time that night!

Incredible as I found it... no one yet had wanked over
her. More than likely, they were all saving it for
their own big moment.

Jerry was about to have his.

Now I know Jer had always harbored extremely hot
fantasies about Natalie - even before he met her.
During our closing weeks of Harper Valley, somehow he
never had much in the way of opportunity to indulge his
dreams with her. Tonight was to be pay back!

With cum leaking freely out of her pussy now - an
aspect well covered by the overhead spy-cam
incidentally, she looked mildly surprised when after
replacing Warwick, Jerry took a hold of her wrists and
pulled her up to a sitting position (Did that highlight
her cleavage or what??) before coercing her to get on
her hands and knees for him right in the middle of the
bed. Can you grasp how hot that looked and what that
must have been doing in terms of the men's
testosterone.

All of them took turns at smoothing their hands over
her bottom while she wriggled there, wholly submissive
and utterly compliant. Jim and Warwick took the
opportunity to cup her breasts and to knead both
nipples as they must have been hanging down there in
visual splendor.

Jerry spread her legs but a fraction more, then just
slipped in to her with all the ease one would imagine a
sopping wet, stretched and three-quarters-filled pussy
must offer. I could see Natalie tossing her head back
in acute pleasure as she was taken to the heights.
Gripping her tightly around the bottom, he literally
rammed it hard up inside her. His own grunts were
clearly audible as were Natalie's cries of unhinged
pleasure. I was expecting her to pass-out at any
moment.

"Fuck Natalie, you and your sisters re the sexiest
little girls on the planet" he mumbled, not ten seconds
before he blew his every last sperm deep inside her.
Natalie herself was just bucking with pleasure and
thrusting back now fully uncontrollably... despite the
fact Jer had long since finished. Gripped by her own
orgasm she tossed her head from side to side and cried
out for him to keep going. Just as well there were
still two more sperm-banks- in-waiting queued up.

Mr-Whatever-his-name, had his own preferences, and I
have to say from the "complete voyeur's" viewpoint they
weren't half bad.. Kissing Natalie as he manipulated
her once again on to her back she was hot for it even
before he penetrated her. Completely willing to be
fucked in any position now, she just lay there
breathing heavily as he grasped her legs beneath her
thighs, pushing them up and backwards until her knees
were almost pressing against her breasts, her bottom
sat there unprotected and vulnerable while her pussy
was now a gaping chasm... .even from overhead.

"I'm going to soo fuck you sweetie," I heard him say as
he moved in, holding his engorged cock like a battering
ram - one that would inarguably have brought the walls
of Troy to their knees.

In hindsight, I don't think she had been fucked like
that before. Many girls say that it makes them
enormously sensitive and that it feels more submissive
than any other position. Judging by the cries of
unadulterated pleasure from both of them --that belief
may have some credence. With her hair dripping wet from
the exertion, I could see just how far he was entering
her... you could actually hear it too.

Forcing her legs back even further, her breasts and
cleavage slick with sweat now, she was just a rag-doll
as he fucked her almost into unconsciousness. The other
four sat there almost speechless watching the spectacle
unfold. I wasn't sure whether I should be crying or
wanking at the sight. In the upshot, I did neither,
choosing simply to watch my daughter receive the
fucking of her young life.

If the volume of cum is directly proportionate to the
time expended delivering it - then I think he pumped
some one hundred liters into her! Letting her legs down
gently and withdrawing his cock from her procreative
channel, no-one said anything much. I think everyone
could count though and Jim was up whatever way you cut
it!

Well, Jimbo likes fucking girls in their panties -
nothing wrong with that either, I find it ultimately
rewarding myself. Panties mind, not a g-string. Having
been tossed a towel by some thoughtful onlooker, she
wiped her face and breasts to remove the excess
dampness before wriggling back into her panties for her
last partner. After a re-think, he wanted her bra on
too. so she hooked that up for him as well.. How hot
did her tits look just partially encased in those
skimpy little cups.

Seeking no more than the conventional missionary
position, he seemed to take inordinate delight in
playing with her panties. Firstly having her lie on her
tummy so he could pull her knickers down marginally and
just stare at her sexy little cleft. He then allowed
his fingers to inch their way beneath the legs of her
panties and feel up that rather delicate area just
slightly south of her pussy and the other place. I
could swear this was doing wonders for Natalie's libido
also.

Flipping her over, Jim began rubbing her pussy hard
through the sheer material encouraged by her hip
movements and tendency to move her legs apart slightly.
He began fondling her breasts which made Natalie gasp
and squirm.

"For God's sake fuck the girl Jim," Bill called out to
him.

Holding his erection, which was not huge by any means
so far as I could see, he then knelt down, placed a
cushion beneath her bottom to elevate her pussy, and
taking a hold of her panties, drew the material to one
side which gave everyone a somewhat arousing view of
Natalie's very naughty ingress. Already she was moaning
like an entrenched slut and was more than hot for it.

Pushing into her, he released her panties which made no
difference to his continuing penetrations. Fucking her
gently but consistently, he began pulling her bra
straps down her arms slowly un-encasing her hot little
globes. I could see her watching his every move with
pleasured appreciation. As both nipples were exposed,
she let out a small yelp of fake-shock which only
encouraged him further. Tugging her bra right down now,
he exposed her breasts in their entirety as he began
fucking her harder, while squeezing and rubbing her
tits with relish.

I couldn't hear what he was muttering as he worked his
mission, but I caught the odd words "dirty slut," "hot
little cunt," you get the general idea I think!

At peak revs now, he had her shivering and pleading.
Just how full of cum that hot little pussy must already
have been, I was thinking. He aimed to fill the thing
to overflowing it appeared. Driving himself hard into
her. Natalie's hands were up over her head now as she
approached her own release once again.

It was a doozie - for both of them. Not content with
filling her "hot little cunt" as he so eloquently put
it, he managed to squirt such residual cum as he
possessed all across the front of her panties. It
looked quite sexy too as I recall.

It was now only a matter of an hour or so before
daylight. I had to get some sleep so reluctantly I
ejected the cassette pending its further evaluation.
How much was I tempted to find my way to Natalie's
bedroom? You have no idea!

Fact is, I did run the rest of the tape a couple of
nights later. I don't think though, I could ever bring
myself now to divulge its contents. To say she was
introduced to "the dark side" is to graphically
understate the unrelentingly grim sexual exploits she
was subjected to in those coming weeks.

[starfight]

26. Homecoming

During a European stopover in Britain last year, Jenna
had accompanied me to the south west of England where
we met a rather lovely young lady - Sally Young, who
like Jenna was then barely sixteen, and who I had come
to know through the wonders of Internet communication.
The three of us shared a uniquely wonderful night that
was adequately covered in the body of "Distant
Princess." The enforced "goodbyes" had not been without
some emotional expenditure on the girls' part and in
fact they did keep in touch - well, we all did to be
honest - on our return to Australia.

When the Harper Valley period came to its abrupt end,
communications between Jenna and Sally tapered off
gradually, whereas she and I began to exchange emails
on an increasingly regular basis. Whether she harbored
the same feelings as did I, I couldn't say - bearing in
mind the near forty-year age gap - let's get real...
such would have to be wishful thinking on my part.

Not that my interest ever flagged you understand but
Sally ensured a continuity in that direction by plying
me with updated digital photos of herself that although
tasteful in the extreme, brought with them a tease-
factor bordering on cruelty. Tight little bras that
suggested rather than exposed, skirts so brief, they
might have doubled as hotpants and swim-wear likely to
be banned on any family beach. What she could do with a
pair of undies, a tie and just a smile, was no-one's
business! I had no shortage of desktop 'wallpaper'
let's say!

It had reached the stage that I was seriously thinking
of reasons to return to Salisbury, after all I have
always wanted to write a book about Stonehenge.

"If I came to Sydney, might you be able to put me up?"
read the last line of the email in question? I called
Jenna downstairs.

"Does that say what I think it says?" I asked her

"Yes," she giggled, "Is she really coming over?"

"Your guess is as good as mine Jen," I answered.

Well in the next five weeks or so not only did Sally
confirm her itinerary, she emailed me just about every
third day and made mention of the fact she would be
able to stay for a fortnight. Talk about forward
planning!

During those last two weeks before her departure, our
emails took on a wholly new aspect. Far from skirting
the sexual angle, Sally openly confessed that not only
did she know I would be more than likely wanting to
sleep with her, but that she also looked forward to
such an eventuality - and not just with me either. I
didn't pass on this fact to Jenna - I figured she was
not on a need-to-know basis... as yet!

It came then, upon an abnormally hot day early
November, that I found myself pulling-in to the only
free parking space I could find in some ten acres or so
of car-park at Sydney's sprawling International
Airport. With the increased terrorist security, it took
her longer than usual to clear customs and find her way
to the cavernous arrivals hall. I had been wondering
meanwhile whether they had checked her hand-luggage and
found any of those lethal bikini panties and strapless
bras - both of which I would rate a substantial health
risk over and above anything that an Al-Queda operative
might pose.

Amazing the difference a year makes. Even more
beautiful if possible, Sally at seventeen was now a
young woman of poise and presence, no longer that shy
little schoolgirl I hugged and molested so delightfully
at the Milford Hall Hotel the previous year. At the
point she saw me and ran down the ramp, tossing her
arms around my neck, all I could ponder was "Vive la
difference."

"Is it always this hot here?" she giggled, her Brit
accent standing out like a beacon in the Aussified
crowd.

"Only when someone like you steps off the plane
sweetheart," I told her truthfully.

Dressed most attractively in just a simple skirt and
top, the body beneath was evidently anything but
simple. I had to discipline my mind and hands, as both
were gearing up for some seriously inappropriate
behavior long before we had even exited the main
terminal building. Sally hugged my arm, fully aware I'm
sure, of the effect she was having on me. All
temptation aside though, it was a thrill and a half
just having her here.

"I'm soo looking forward to seeing Jenna and the other
girls,' she gushed, as I opened the car door for her.

"Seeing them where??? - In bed?" I hoped she was
meaning.

Recovering my composure somewhat, I just told her the
feeling was mutual and that they were all at home
waiting to meet her.

Ahead of anything, she wanted to see Bondi Beach first,
so exiting the M2 freeway we headed off to the eastern
coastal suburbs, where like so many overseas travellers
before her (myself included) she was visibly
disappointed at the limited panorama on offer. Miami,
it ain't! I hastily explained that pretty much any
beach north of the Harbor was a step-up from Bondi,
promising to show them to her in the coming days.

Trying to ensure one stays in the correct lane when
negotiating a motorway at 120 plus, is no mean feat
when you can see at least four inches down a seventeen
year old girl's cleavage and the hemline of her
gathered skirt is beginning to reveal a hint of cerise
colored knickers. She knew exactly what she was doing
to me!

Our home, being no more than four minutes from the exit
ramp of the Hills freeway, we were pulling into the
driveway less than forty minutes later. Jenna came
skipping out before I even killed the motor. Dressed as
she was rather smartly in a two-piece outfit, Sally's
first comment was "Wow, you look great Jen, a little
older too."

"So do you," she giggled and then they were hugging
each other, some interestingly curvy body parts, by
necessity in sudden close proximity. God-dammit, how
sexy young girls are when they're together!

Kylie wandered out minutes later but introductions were
not necessary as Sal broke off chatting to Jenna to
address her with "You must be Kylie right?" They too
hugged briefly.

"Gosh you can tell you two are sisters," she grinned.

I could see I wouldn't be getting a word in edgeways
for the next hour or so and thus retrieving Sally's
luggage from the trunk, I headed indoors, dumping her
stuff upstairs in the spare room that I figured they
would get round to taking her to shortly. Seriously
small and only sparsely furnished with little more than
a bed and 'robe, it would nevertheless suffice for the
two weeks she was here.

Natalie swung her car onto the grass strip alongside
the driveway just moments later and from the den
windows I could see them dragging Sally outside to meet
her too. I figured it could be a while before I was
needed on deck so I used the time to catch up on some
client-work that was pressing.

Couldn't help but wonder whether or not Jenna had ever
gone into detail with either of her sisters as to what
actually had taken place between the three of us that
night in Salisbury. My guess was that she hadn't.
Foremost in my mind now though, was what opportunities
might present themselves in the coming days. That of
course was pretty much up to Sal.

Rather than regale the reader with details of the
afternoon's sight-seeing, perhaps I should cut direct
to the post-supper activities.

Well, to begin with it was all pretty low-key. Having
cleared away the dishes, we just sat around and talked
for a bit. Sally was understandably jet-lagged and
being a sultry night, we all turned in early. My three
took themselves off to their bedrooms giggling as
always.

My room being equidistant between Sally's bedroom and
the bathroom meant that she had to pass my door on the
way back from the shower. Why then she chose to do
that, wrapped in a towel that revealed considerably
more than it concealed, is open to conjecture. Not that
I was complaining.

"Goodnight Noel," she whispered in passing.

"Want me to tuck you in sweetheart?"

"Oh, If you like," she teased.

Closing her door, I watched as she stood by the bed
undoing the clasps, allowing her beautiful hair to fall
across her shoulders. With her arms up like that, the
towel barely covered her upper thighs and with both
breasts so clearly delineated, I was feeling abnormally
healthy. As she picked up her bra and panties from the
bed-cover I turned to leave.

"You don't have to go," was all she said. It wasn't all
she did though.

As I watched, pretty much bereft of speech you can
understand, she allowed the towel to fall to the
ground, standing before me completely naked. Then in as
arousing a performance as might be expected from Gypsy
Rose Lee herself, she wriggled sexily into those tight
little panties just as slowly as she could. Watching
that enticing little triangle of hair between her legs
gradually disappear, really did things for me. Standing
there topless now, her wonderfully hot breasts jutting
out proud and free, she retrieved her matching blue bra
and then took her good time hooking the damn thing up.

Conversation really wasn't called for.

"I didn't drag her by the hair over to the bed grunting
insanely, but I did murmur something to the effect that
there is a limit to a man's resolve, however strong -
and that mine had just crumbled. I wasn't too gentle
how I got those panties off again either. Judging by
the degree her legs were quickly spread however, I
don't think she held that against me.

Looking for a little payback in return for having been
seduced in my own house, I just knelt there nuzzling
her pussy momentarily as she squirmed with
anticipation. Inserting my index finger deep inside
those warm and moist folds, which besides being great
on the visuals, kick-started some serious moans from
that sexy little mouth - I slipped the other hand
beneath her right bra cup and commenced on a course of
nipple therapy. After a few moments I moved on to her
other breast. So aroused was she getting, she pulled
her own bra straps down her shoulders and wriggled free
of both cups. I knew exactly what was called for at
this juncture.

As I leaned across her body, gently taking one nipple
into my mouth sucking deeply, my fingers now worked her
clitoral hood as back-up. Sal was over the edge...
sixty floors up and clinging to the ledge with one
finger. "Don't tease me," she all but pleaded,
wriggling her hips in near desperation.

"What was that?" I teased, "Is there something else I
can do for you then?'

"Pleaaase," she whimpered.

I couldn't take any more either. Freed of its spun-
cotton incarceration, my erection had the simplest of
game-plans. As hard and as deep as the drill-shaft
would allow. That translated to several minutes of
uninhibited penetrative anarchy. From a mathematical
viewpoint, either side of the equation contained a
string of unknown integers. All I can say is, that
solving the equation was the height of passionate
expression. I wanted to possess her - she needed to be
possessed. Fulfilling as my ultimate release was,
Sally's orgasm transported her to somewhere I'm sure
she had never been.

Right then I just wanted to hold her and kiss her.
Neither of us dressed or even moved apart from our
conjoined state. I remained inside her even as we lay
side by side, while I simply watched the young girl's
biorhythmic programming, stabilise itself. I was still
stroking the hair out of her eyes as she fell asleep.

Back in my own room an hour later, I was reminded of
Oliver Hardy's classic line, "Another fine mess you've
got us into Stan."

Day two was spent cruising the northern beaches which
being by necessity, accompanied by four young girls in
spray-on bikinis is, I assure you, a most pleasant way
of spending a day.

Natalie and Chris cooked for us all that evening but
despite my "good intentions" to enact a re-run of the
previous night's bedroom mazurka with our curvy little
guest - I didn't get the chance. From 7.30 pm to way
past midnight Sally was in each of their bedrooms in
turn, either talking girl-stuff or (and I have valid
reasons for thinking this) not talking at all by virtue
of other shared indulgencies. I saw nothing - but I
heard more than enough to suggest she and Jenna at
least, were re-visiting some happy memories.

Come breakfast, I entered Sally's room to enquire what
she'd like to eat. One wholly empty room could only
mean one thing. Creeping then into Jenna's room - I was
prepared to find two totally exhausted young girls
flaked out for the duration. What I wasn't expecting to
find is... nothing - not even Jenna!

The sight that met my eyes in Kylie's bedroom will stay
with me until they bury me. Probably way after that
even!

The three of them were squeezed into (or rather, on top
of) that single bed, all were sound asleep - in just
their panties. Sally was between the other two, her
head on Jenna's shoulder, her body spooned neatly into
Kylie's. Sally's right hand was still inside Jenna's
panties while Kylie's was draped around Sal's torso
gently holding her breasts, while her own rose and fell
softly in sync to her gentle breathing. All their hair
was splayed about the pillows and if anyone reckons
they have seen a sexier or more alluring sight - then
truly, they are having themselves on. Kylie's little
bottom alone - so clearly outlined through her thin
cotton panties was as arousing as it was beautiful to
behold. For a moment I was reminded of that wonderful
night in 2003 when first I slipped those hot little
knickers of hers down.

Quite clearly, the three of them had shared some inter-
girl magic during the night and for that I was more
than happy. Given our post-Harper celibacy we could
never again as a family, re-create those halcyon days,
so in a sense, whatever went on in that bedroom with
the three of them, was simply their own private little
Shangrila. I backed out silently and returning
downstairs - cooked my own breakfast, Chris and Natalie
having already gone to work.

Rather than relay the touristy side of Sally's stay
with us - and let's be honest, I fully doubt that's
what you all came to this archive for, I might gloss
over the low-key domesticity and get straight to the
semantics.

A couple of nights later then, whilst shall we say,
testing-out my depth-sounding equipment at some ungodly
hour, Sally casually let slip between groans of
pleasure, how turned-on she had been, reading about the
girls' early experiences at Harper Valley and that part
of her had wished more than anything, to have
experienced what it would be like with multiple older
male partners. For my part, I confessed how erotic an
experience for me it had been simply witnessing such
transgressions with my own daughters, not to mention
the inevitable participation factor.

"Do they still hold them?" she asked suddenly from way
left field.

"What? The parties you mean?" I replied, hoping to hell
she wasn't thinking what I figured she must be
thinking.

"Yes," she whispered, all tease now... then ramming
home her advantage, "Wouldn't you like to take me?"

Swiftly withdrawing my own 'advantage,' I just stared
at her.

"Well to be honest my little English rose," I told her,
"nothing would have given me greater pleasure, but a
pledge is a pledge and all of us have agreed
unilaterally not to ever go there again... I'm sorry
sweetie."

Pouting like Cleopatra on a good day, she fell back on
the old 'How-could-you-hurt-me-like-this' attitude.

"You couldn't even take me just on my own?" she half-
pleaded.

God, what images that little possibility caused
suddenly to flare-up in my subconscious. I almost
cracked!

"Not one, not all - that was the deal Sally," I
answered her, "I can't go back on that... won't go back
on it!"

I think she was still radiating discontent twenty
minutes later, as she finally drifted off to sleep in
my arms.

It was that same night, something awakened me hours
later - uncontrolled lust I suspect.

Maybe I didn't have to attend another 'party' as such?
How hard would it be to get a few of the guys together
at someone's place, simply for a one-off evening of
social interaction - a sort of, "Let's show the Brit
guest a good time" type soiree?

I called Jer the next evening and explained my
predicament... or rather, Sally's predicament!

"Are you kidding?" he almost choked the other end.
"Give me ten minutes mate, I reckon I can get twenty
guys on site before the next commercial-break."

"Calm down Jer," I said, "Just want to organise a nice
gentle but 'instructive' evening for her. I don't think
she wants to be in intensive care for the rest of her
stay here. She's still very young - Jenna's age
actually, and take it from me Jer... she's no slut,
just a hot little teenager with hot little hormones,
OK?"

"Yeah Noel, sure, I understand," he replied in that
fake appeasing tone of his that so pisses me off
sometimes. If this all went through, I was really gonna
have to watch out for her, I could tell.

"So, what? You'll let me know if she's interested?" he
added.

"That I will Jer," I told him. "Call you tomorrow."

"Interested" she certainly was, but understandably, the
concept of being the only girl in a veritable sea of
masculinity was a little daunting, the 'security-in-
numbers' in having other females of her own age on
site, patently lacking.

"It frightens me a little," she admitted, "Going to a
party was kinda neat, but just on my own?... hmmm, not
so sure about that."

"Well sweetheart," I offered, "It's entirely up to you.
It's this or nothing but hey, I can fully understand
your concern Sally. Not even sure I'd want to put in an
appearance myself with only half a dozen women around."

At least that got her smiling.

"You would be with me the whole time, wouldn't you?"
she asked softly.

"The whole time Sal - I wouldn't let anything happen to
you, I promise. Any time you want to go home, we leave
on the spot OK?"

**

When I called Jer back later and told him we had a
green light, I think he just about came over the key-
pad.

"Oh really? Well that's great Noel," he spluttered,
trying to maintain control I imagine. "The weekend OK?"

I told him Saturday afternoon was fine and that she
didn't want any more than six other men there. She
hadn't actually thus specified, but knowing Jerry, I
figured I'd better have some sort of circuit-breaker in
place.

Took a quantity of verbal deception on my part to
screen this clandestine operation from the three girls.
Although it wasn't a Harper Valley get-together as
such, had they known about it, not only would my
credibility be shot for all time, all three would have
been angling for an invite! What am I saying? they
would have been dolled up to the nines and the three of
them squeezed into the back seat ready to rock... maybe
I'm taking the conservative option with those first two
letters!

"I'm soo nervous," Sal whispered as we pulled into
Jerry's driveway. So was I, if the truth be known...
nervous that I might have a stroke before we even got
inside. You should have seen her!

Tight little black dress that was more of a sheath.
Partially split up the side and showing enough teenage
leg to bring-on early Alzheimers. So low-cut was the
top she had only to cough and her nipples would most
likely have put in an appearance. You can only get away
with this sort of tease with fairly small and
ultimately firm teenage breasts. She most certainly had
both. Clinging to her hips, every curve that
wonderfully hot little body possessed, was highlighted
for one's viewing pleasure. God knows what she had on
underneath!

Then there was the remaining exterior presentation.
Washed and teased-up honey-blonde hair falling across
her beautifully shaped shoulders. Not too much make-up
but enough to interest the young, the old and probably,
the infirmed. Very light application of mascara and
lip-gloss that demanded to be kissed off. at the first
opportunity. She was a total dream.

I was sorely tempted to cancel the evening and check
her in to the nearest motel.

"This is Sally, Jer," I said, upon his opening the
door.

His system fully shut-down momentarily, he just stared.
"Ohh Jesus Christ ... I m-m-mean please excuse me, you
are just so beautiful Sally."

By necessity incurring third-degree blushes, she took
his hand and shook it. I think Jer would still be
standing in the doorway there, had not I shepherded
Sally around him and headed for the lounge-room.

The entire scenario was then replayed as seven pairs of
eyes focused on what was on my arm. Helen of Troy might
have been instrumental in launching a thousand ships
but I can tell you right now, the vision that walked
through that doorway most definitely launched seven
erections - eight, including my own. Another nine
hundred and ninety-two would have been no problem!

At this point, Jer relieved me of my young partner and
she was introduced in turn to Warwick, Brad, Connor,
Steve, Graham and a sixth guy I had never met whose
name was Dennis so I discovered. All managed to behave
themselves, though Brad I could see, was visibly high-
strung by her presence. I couldn't blame him in all
honesty.

Even deducing that she was obviously there to
participate in matters of a sexual nature and her
knowing that they knew that... no-one was prepared to
make a first move as such. I think it was more a
question of nobody wanting to appear crass or
insensitive in any way. I was wishing George was on
hand - he would have been the perfect intermediary for
her.

To begin with, I had her sit with me - somewhat neutral
territory - on the far lounge. The men drew their
chairs up, Brad and Warwick electing to stand instead
with their drinks in hand. In hindsight, I would have
to say it was probably the drinks - or in Sally's case,
the bourbon and coke - that ultimately got things
moving.

Alcohol is a great leveller of playing fields and by
her second refill, she was definitely getting
'level'... giggling a lot and acting well, just plain
'flirty' I guess. Talk about preaching to the
converted.

Connor was the first to score a home-run. Patting his
lap, he asked if she would like to sit on his knee.
Glancing at me first, I just smiled and whispered, "Go
on sweetheart, you'll be fine." She thus accepted his
dubiously motivated offer. Watching her plant her hot
little rear, down on his lap and the consequent
northwards creep of her hem-line... not to mention that
which the dress' split was obviating, carried a
significant arousal-factor that all present could not
fail to experience.

Like moths to a flame, the group clustered around the
chair, hoping if nothing else, to better their view
down the teenager's dress. At the point Connor started
kissing her, the court was definitely in session!

Kissing always begets more kissing. In Connor's case it
begat a whole lot more. Now admittedly he was both the
youngest and arguably, the best looking guy there, so
Sally's "starting" with him was fully understandable.
What I hadn't expected was my own reaction. I freely
admit it - I was jealous as all Hell and was more than
ready to grab her arm and take her back home before
they got any further. Had she been my own daughter I
could have been no more protectively inclined.

Forced to stifle such reaction however, I just smiled
at her and let the script unfold however it had been
written.

Their kissing had reached the passionate stage and at
the point Connor's hand began cupping and lightly
squeezing her breasts, we had ourselves a ball-game.
Pausing a few times to glance back at me, she was
obviously enjoying the attention - and the groping,
which by now was causing the other six to shuffle about
in an agony of expectant participation.

Warwick and Brad began to take matters into their own
hands as it were. While Brad began to slide his hand
down beneath her top, quite obviously groping the
contents of her right bra-cup - that which Connor was
not busying himself with, Warwick had knelt down beside
the chair and began slipping his hand up inside Sal's
tight little dress, forcing as he did so, the hemline
even higher. She gave a couple of shocked "Nooos" but a
few more kisses from Connor soon shut-down that line of
resistance.

All of us were then privy to discover exactly what she
had on under that dress - a pair of skimpy but very
sexy little baby-pink panties. She tried to maintain
her hemline at a decent level, but let's face it, with
eight men on site having decidedly contrary views on
that subject, she was fighting a lost cause from the
outset. In no time they had her dress pushed up to her
waist and those pretty little panties fully exposed.
Brad himself saw to her upper de-commissioning and
within seconds of slipping all resisting straps down
her arms we were jointly invited to ogle that rather
come-on-ish matching pink bra that was doing a piss-
poor job really in terms of covering up those girlish
curves.

"C'mon Brad, get those sexy little tits of hers out,"
Steve enunciated. Immediately I was reminded of his
former sexual exploits with my two girls in Warwick's
shower all those months ago when both had their hot
little breasts molested and sucked every which way
courtesy of this particular individual.

Sal was hot and beginning to moan now between the lip-
action. When Dennis knelt down beside Warwick and began
rubbing the front of her panties rather lewdly, just as
Brad was obligingly extricating her nipples from their
protective support cups, the mood of the group was
definitely up-beat!

"God is she one hot little tease?' muttered Graham,
probably not yet over his former indulgencies with
Jenna aboard the "Pacific Princess" earlier this year.
He too was beginning to take his turn groping whichever
of Sally's breasts were temporarily freed up. As for
Sal herself, she was way past running the "shy little
girl" routine and if those legs weren't parting now
with somewhat indecent haste, then I need horn-rimmed
glasses.

Despite myself, things were definitely gearing up
physiologically and despite any former misgivings - I
wanted now to see her raped long and hard. I don't
think I was alone in that fantasy.

Over at the play-center, Brad, with an accomplice or
three had managed to unzip her dress at the back and
the next thing we knew, it was draped over a nearby
table, leaving Sally lap-bound on Connor still, being
kissed by all and sundry and dressed only in her
panties and bra - not that the thing was serving any
purpose that low, her entire breasts being free of
their cups and her nipples just so erect currently, it
is little wonder Jerry was trying to suck them.

"Let's take her upstairs," someone suggested, Connor I
think it was. Well, in true cave-man style, Sal was
then hoisted across Brad's shoulder, her bottom
provocatively posed in the extreme, her breasts flush
up against his shirt at the back, as the entourage
headed for the staircase. "Where are you taking me?"
she asked breathlessly. Surely as dumb a question as
she's ever asked, I was thinking.

Tossed unceremoniously on to Jer's quilt, she lay there
giggling. I was wondering if she was going to put a
finger in her mouth just to complete the picture.

"Seems to me we should spank that hot little bum,"
Steve suggested, "Well just to kinda get things
rolling... What do you say guys?"

Fact is no-one said anything much, seeing as two of
them dragged her to the edge of the bed and began
paddling that sexy little rear. Sally's probable
genuine cries of pain were drowned out by the men's
laughter and the spanks themselves. Asked to join in, I
declined for now, besides I was having more than enough
fun just watching, Her humiliation was complete when
two of them pulled her panties down several inches,
exposing both glowing cheeks which everyone in turn
then smacked unmercifully for a few more minutes.

I called a halt to it myself, not because she was
screaming in pain (she wasn't actually) but on account
of the fact it's not what we had really led her to
expect. Damn it was fun though. Pulling her panties
back up when we had finished, she turned over on her
back, glared at us all and fairly whimpered, "That
hurt!" I had the unutterable conviction it had turned
her on as much as us!

Who else but Brad to get us into overdrive.? Leaning
forward he seized a hold of her elasticised waistband
and was about to tug her panties down when Sally
shrieked, "Noooo, not my panties again pleeeaase!"
pulling them as she spoke, back up to her hips.

"So... she wants to play sexy games?" smirked Brad, "No
problem - Connor grab her left leg, Warwick hold the
other one would you?"

"Don't need to take them off sweetie, work's just as
well this way," he grinned.

God damn, how hot did she look right then having her
legs held way apart like that, arms across her chest
protectively and breathing harder than an Olympic
medallist. I watched - more fascinated than anything -
as, holding his erection before him now, Brad simply
crouched between her legs, held her panties aside
(which elicited many a whistle from onlookers) with one
hand and thrust straight in to her obviously very wet
vagina.

Sally might have been about to offer some verbal
resistance. but at the point she found herself actually
being filled to the brim by another middle-aged man's
penile interceptor, pleasure was obviously the ruling
emotion. If this was rape - no prosecutor would ever be
getting a conviction. I saw the eyes glaze, her hips
wriggle and her arms backing off from protective
custody of her breasts, allowing several of the others
to commence groping her at will.

"Fuck her hard Brad," Warwick encouraged his friend.
Couldn't say as I had any objections either - so hot
was the tableau before me. Wide as they were spreading
her, Sal had no complaints, thrusting up with her own
hips now to meet her partner's incursions.

Brad never was a stayer (especially with Kylie) and
within minutes his build-up was complete and I'm
positive Sally would have felt that final swelling deep
inside her gaping little pussy - for such it was,
leastways as far as the majority of her pubic hair was
concerned.

Both she and Brad were groaning from their joint
exertions and at the moment he spurted his entire
procreational stock somewhere up near her cervix, their
cries of pleasured release were something less than
restrained let's say.

Backing-up better than a cd-burner, Connor had his own
cock in hand and ready even as Brad withdrew. Giving
Sally not a moment's respite, he plunged the thing
inside her causing her to both gasp and shiver with
surprise. They didn't need to hold her legs any more
and as Connor took the high road to happiness, she
wriggled beneath him like a nymph on heat - which of
course she was! Kissing and fondling her as he worked
his penal magic, Sally was herself vocal in letting him
know just how harshly she wished to be treated.

"Oooh... fuck me harder... c'mon," doesn't exactly
leave room for wondering does it? I think she had
forgotten about her sore bottom! More than happy to let
whoever wanted to, to suck her nipples for as long as
they wished, I could see her holding the back of
Jerry's head, forcing his face into her breasts as he
drew down on those erect little teasers.

Connor reached his Red Line 5000 soon after, and just
held her knees apart as he vented his pleasure within
that white-hot little receptacle - adding significantly
to Brad's earlier deposits. As he withdrew, we could
all see a rivulet now of sticky white cum exiting her
moist and abused slit before trickling down her inner
thigh.

Steve was next up and being a man of some creativity
one assumes - had Sally kneeling on the covers on all
fours, her back to him. She must have known his
intentions - perhaps they mirrored her own. Whatever,
this was nearer to rape than her previous two partners
had orchestrated. So hard did he take her, gripping her
hips with a passion as he thrust into her deeper and
deeper that the girl was crying out in ecstasy as he
pumped her to his own private Nirvana. When it was
over, she just knelt there, shaking, one hand between
her legs cupping her pussy. Mind you there was plenty
in it to cup!

Inevitably it befell my turn and for reasons totally
unknown to me - I had to decline. I couldn't tell you
why. Perhaps I didn't want to perform with her in
public, thinking perhaps it might denigrate the
situation but if that was the case, how come I had no
qualms fucking my own daughters at the parties? Sally
herself seemed disappointed, but I think she sensed
that I fully intended to make good on my physical
shortcomings later that night (and Oh, God... did I
what?)

Needing to recuperate, everyone trouped downstairs for
some refreshments later. Sally was permitted to put her
bra and panties back on but I could hardly say she
walked with that steady a gait. Certainly the laughs
and giggles in mad proliferation indicated not the
slightest regret at her having attended the afternoon's
debauchery in general. Whilst finishing off her soft
drink in the kitchen, she actually whispered to me,
"Thanks for bringing me - I'm really having fun." God
knows then what everyone else was having?

"How long is she staying with you Noel?" muttered
Jerry, bailing me up at the percolator. "I mean she is
h-o-t with a capital "H." Any chance of bringing her to
the next party... it's only a week out!"

"Would that I could Jer," I replied, "but you know how
it is... we made that decision months back... and no,
she isn't coming on her own - just before you ask!" he
looked for just a moment like the ever-defeated coyote!

It wasn't exactly a case of "ladies first' as we all
headed back up to the bedroom, simply the fact that
eight lustful men wanted to watch that sexy little
bottom wiggling its way back up the stairs. And didn't
she know it?

At the behest of our joint pleas, Sally actually stood
there in the center of the bed and allowed the men to
remove her bra and panties while she giggled and hugged
herself in a fake show of modesty. When I say "remove,"
you can take that to mean stripping her naked in two
seconds flat - two getting her tits out while unhooking
her bra, three others (at least) literally ripping her
panties down while having a gratuitous fondle or
finger-insertion. More cum was trickling down her legs
at this stage.

By general consensus, it was time for Sal herself to
perform a bit of the old "touchy-feely," on behalf of
half a dozen rampantly hot male organs. Starting with
Brad, she seemed to know exactly what was expected of
her and lowering her head in his lap - Archer's
expression was one of pure bliss. Only thing is, that
kneeling there as she was like that, Graham and Warwick
found themselves staring hard at a very attractive
little teenage bottom - one they had fully constructive
ideas on how best to employ for their own well-being.

It was therefore a gasp and cry of genuine surprise
that emanated from Sally's wet little lips mid suck, as
first Graham and then Warwick lifted her rear end
sufficiently to lodge their flagging dicks back in that
tight channel of dreams. Graham particularly found the
experience greatly to his liking - well judging by the
fact he appeared to spurt uncontrollably deep inside
her, after just a few thrusts. It was about this time
she brought Brad to the promised land also and despite
what she swallowed, he had enough in reserve it seems,
to hand her a pair of glistening cheeks to match those
already sticky lips.

There was an orderly queue at this stage - one for each
end.

"Don't you want her too Noel?" Connor asked me at one
stage, wondering I guess, why I had taken a seeming vow
of celibacy.

"Not that I don't want her Connor," I replied. "Think
about it. She's staying with me - literally, if you get
my meaning." I could see the cogs slowly clicking into
gear. "Just don't feel disposed to overdo it. My only
reason for coming tonight was to oversee everything,
look after her and make sure none of you wannabe
rapists die from an excess of carnal pleasures!"

"My comments suddenly carried greater meaning as I
noticed Brad, recovered evidently from his penal dry-
cleaning, aligning himself now with Sally's rearward
aspect, as she serviced something in Jerry's lap.

"That's naughty," Sally cried out suddenly, turning
from her task and glancing behind her. Being Brad, what
else could you expect though? Yep, back to his old
party trick - trying to broaden a young girl's worldly
experiences by tunnelling into unchartered portals...
mind you at that angle, Sally's portal in question was
kinda acting a little suggestive. I figured I would
allow things to progress until she asked otherwise.

Now I know that Sally has never been rear-ended - we
actually talked about it once and I got the impression
even then, she wasn't totally horrified by the concept.
Does nothing much for me to be honest, except arguably
the visuals of the thing. I just indicated to Brad to
take it real slow and easy and this he did. It
certainly sparked up the viewing audience and seemed to
catalyse her applicatory efforts as far as Jerry's
penile enjoyment was concerned.

Brad was definitely getting to first base - being very
naughty and using fingerfuls of lubrication that were
still very much on site just one doorway further down
that glistening cleft. At the point Jerry spurted
whatever he had left, all over her face and breasts to
adjudge his directional intent, Sally was able to get
down on both forearms which both elevated her butt and
offered Brad the keys to the city.

"It hurts a bit," she mumbled aloud, but was evidently
trying to come to terms with it, rather than repel the
uninvited guest. I was about to call it quits on her
behalf when something must have clicked into place or
whatever the appropriate term is, because she suddenly
began moaning like a total slut on heat and started
pushing back on to Brad's inbound member.

"Cum in me there," she whimpered, trembling noticeably.
Brad wasn't needing to be asked twice and whatever
pitiful amount of semen he still retained, he left as a
calling card deep inside her forbidden channel. This
was turning into one carnally deranged afternoon. She
had then to allow four more of them the same latitude
and by the fourth (Dennis) she was, if not pleading for
it... so hot she didn't care who did what to her. I
wondered what emotions her father would be feeling,
were he able to see his daughter right now - then I
realised, he would probably be spraying the room with
bullets.

There was of course only one possible way to end the
session - with a heap of warm water and unlimited soap.
All seven of them got to shower with her - two at a
time, three at a time etc. At one stage I counted four
in there with her. As happened to my kids, she found
herself being fucked hard up against the glass,
kneeling on the tiles beneath the cascading water, even
standing up while a couple of them restrained her arms
and took her front on.

Whatever, by the time they finally got her out, she was
clean and sweet-smelling. Took an age to dress her as
no-one was willing to cover up her bra and panties. By
the time they had all taken their turns sucking her
tits and fingering her stupid once more... she almost
needed another shower.

"You were just wonderful Sally," Jerry muttered as we
readied ourselves to leave. The others signifying their
shared opinion. "The offer to come to next week's party
still stands if that 'guardian' of yours ever relents."

"You are a total prick Jer," I ranted. Sally grabbed a
hold of my arm before I could plant one on that
cunning, sleazy little mouth. Jerry knew full well I
hadn't wanted her to know about that party. Now, she
too would be at me all week!

"I wish you had made love to me," she whispered as we
negotiated the first left past Jer's house. Glancing at
her, I was overcome with remorse myself... what the
hell was I thinking? Suddenly, desire of such magnitude
swept inland, I wanted her with a vengeance.

Pulling abruptly up beneath an avenue of trees, her
perfume was at once, intoxicating and arousing in the
extreme. I just grabbed her and pulled her over to my
side, having let the seat back to its maximum setting.
Surprised she may have been - resisting she wasn't!
"Making love" to her wasn't on the gameboard - I just
wanted to fuck her insensible.

"Someone might see us," she giggled.

"Yeah... they might," I replied. "Now see if you can
get those well-used little panties off and straddle me.
I'd do it myself but at this angle, I don't fancy my
chances."

She didn't find it that easy herself but hey, where
there's a will...

Trust me dear reader - this was as hot as sex gets!
Fucking that beautiful little wench on my lap in the
open, just with her dress pushed up and her ranting
away with all sorts of sexy nonsense, was to die for.
Three quarters primed before I even started, it didn't
take many thrusts to achieve lift-off. A couple of cars
did pass by but no pedestrians luckily, although the
car's windows are very heavily tinted and would permit
nothing in the way of a detailed image within. Given
the inordinate amount of sperm still resident inside
that uniquely arousing little vagina, and with the
knowledge of how it got there, simply upped the ante. I
cannot recall ever being so unhinged. Sally I would
say, was on a similar plateau.

Kissing her afterwards merely prolonged the enjoyment.

"Can we go to bed early tonight." She asked dreamily?

Sometimes, girls can be so fucking stupid!

[pilot]

Thanks for the story

[groomleader]

Bookmarking so I can get back to the story.