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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. Godknows 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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