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Harper Valley: Endgame
by Peter Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)
***
That frenetic weekend party rocks on. My two daughters
learn rather more than Doctor Seuss ever had in mind.
(MF/f, ped, inc)
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"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?"
© 2005 Peter_Pan http://www.lulu.com/content/106537
Published Autobiography:
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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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