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Forget Harper Valley PTA
by Peter Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)
***
What should have been an acceptably boring parent-
teacher night, kick-starts a wholly unexpected new
learning curve - for parents and daughters alike. (Mf,
ped, orgy)
***
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, having just seen something I
really needed to check out.
Exactly what age she was I never found out (might be
just as well I never did,) but just two chairs further
along, I came across a young girl lying on her back
across two men’s laps in tandem. She was completely
naked. One man had his hand right up between her legs
rubbing and fingering her slit, the other pulling on
the tiniest of nipples. She had barely any measurable
breasts to speak of , merely the slightest bumps. Her
finely shaped little pussy was entirely hairless and in
all honesty if someone had told me she was nine or ten,
I wouldn’t have doubted it.
Now please believe me when I say that much as I like
sex and the thought of sex, especially with teenage
girls, I have never considered pre-teen fucking. Yet
damn it, this little girl was just about the sexiest
sight I have ever seen. The fact that she was letting
them fondle and abuse her was just so hot. Nor could it
be said she wasn’t enjoying the sensations herself.
When she addressed the guy pulling her nipples as
"daddy" I really figured it was time for a reality-
check here. Could I ever really entertain the notion of
allowing my own daughter/s, always assuming either were
willing, to take part in such middle class degeneracy –
however strong my own motivation? (Or theirs, come to
that!)
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.
To be continued...
© Peter_Pan http://www.lulu.com/106537
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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