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If You're Going To Harper Valley
Be Sure To Wear Some Flowers In Your Hair
by Peter Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)

***

Amazing just how healthy a young girl looks given the 
opportunity to "taste the forbidden fruit" on a regular 
basis. Kylie and Jenna were beginning to positively 
GLOW I have to say. I had really opened up Pandora's 
box. (Mf, ped, inc, orgy)

***

"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 crθme de la crθme 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!

To be continued... 

(c)_ Peter_Pan http://www.lulu.com/content/106537
Other stories: http://www.lulu.com/content/69187

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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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