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Hello Harper Valley, Goodbye Innocence
by Peter Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)
***
At the point my attendance "in the Valley" became
public knowledge - least in OUR family, I had a big
decision to make. The female psyche is a persuasive
thing I have to say! (Mf, ped, inc, 1st, orgy)
***
I can't say that in the next couple of weeks I didn't
give a great deal of serious thought as to whether I
would ever take Jenna - ask her even, to come to one of
Jerry's "unique" little get-togethers. I think there
was still enough of the "protective father syndrome" on
active stand-by, to preclude that possibility, sinful
and sleaze-ridden as my inner doppelganger might be.
Sure, I pondered several hellishly wicked little
scenarios that both Brianna and Larissa had bequeathed
me, while in my mind's eye substituting Jenna's hot
little body in the video-replays. But this was my
fifteen-year old baby after all, I did have some pride
left thank you very much.
What I didn't have was anticipation!
Certainly Jerry hadn't given up hope of my caving in to
carnality, having rung every second or third night to
enquire as to the status quo.
"But she'll just love it," he'd repeat, with parrot-
like simplicity. "And if only Kylie would go with her?
pondering no doubt the wide-range repercussions of
having young sisters performing at the one venue. By
Thursday he had given up hope I think, although he had
me note down the latest host's address "just in case!"
That night we had been watching some z-grade horror
flick on cable and the heroine, I presume she was the
heroine - everyone else was dead, raped or missing, was
being tied up to a bed by some demented scumbag who
looked like Danny DeVito on a bad day. I made some
comment like "This is really off girls!" and Jenna
looked at me real cheeky.
"Oh and I suppose you haven't ever tied a girl up on a
bed dad?"
I asked her what the hell she was talking about?
She said "Oh, nothing!"
"C'mon Jenna," I insisted. "What in God's name made you
say that?"
That set Kylie off.
"We're not completely dumb dad. Things do get about you
know."
I realised then she KNEW! They both knew!
"Well maybe I'm dumb," I replied. "Tell me what you're
both talking about."
Kylie looked at Jenna, who giggled. "Dad, we go to the
same school as Brianna? Ring any bells?"
I was dead meat.
"So she's told you all about that day has she?" I asked
warily, images of Brianna tied-up on that bed, burning
the hell out of my retinas.
"Yeppo... all about it dad!" I started looking round
desperately for a sword to fall on.
"All about it? You mean like..." Jenna this time, cut
me off.
"Well maybe not every single detail dad, but we both
know what goes on at those parties. Just can't believe
you went, that's all!"
"Oh I can," said Kylie giggling. I felt like spanking
her. God, I always feel like spanking her!
No one spoke for a moment. Total Mexican freeze-off!
"OK girls," I said eventually. "Guilty as charged. I
throw myself on the mercy of the Court. You want me to
leave home? Go to Church twice a week?"
"Don't be silly dad," said Kylie. "You don't have to
explain to us... just tell us what really happened
there, right??" She nudged Jenna, who giggled madly.
"No way," I said, "C'mon..."
"Well we know you did stuff with Brianna dad – she told
us." They both broke up. "She said you were really
cool!" Jenna added. "Honestly dad... doing it with a
schoolgirl!"
Kylie was almost blushing. I wondered if Jenna caught
her quick glance. If she did, she'd know everything.
Maybe she already did.
"Well to be honest, everyone was doing it with
schoolgirls, if you really want to know," I said. I
thought it prudent not to mention the accompanying
mother factor.
They both wanted to know how many girls were there,
their ages (I lied on that one) and what kinda stuff
happened. I sanitised it as well as I could – making it
sound like an over-friendly sewing circle! Then I said
the dumbest thing of the night. I told them none of the
girls were forced into anything, and thinking of
Larissa essentially, told them that "some just went to
observe."
"Would you take us to one then dad?" Jenna asked
straight off the bat, Kylie backing her up to the hilt.
Game, set and match!
"Certainly not," I said. "You're only fifteen and
sixteen... you don't need to see stuff like that!"
"And you do?" muttered Kylie. I had that one coming.
"Please dad," Jenna begged. "Just this once. We only
want to see what its like? Go on! Pretty please?"
Oh God, they were that at that moment... pretty I mean.
"We won't "do" anything dad," said Kylie.
"Yeah?" I replied. "What if you both get so hot looking
at what's happening, you can't help it? Watching
Brianna for instance?"
"Well actually, she's been saying to me all week 'Get
your dad to take you,' and stuff like that." Jenna
added, cleverly avoiding the question.
I didn't mention it to Jenna but I had no doubt Brianna
wanted to get her there just to see her get fucked, and
God help me, my own thought processes were heading
along similar channels... with both of them.
I couldn't fail to realise either that as it happened,
the party being that Saturday, was during a "safe"
zone, their periods, as so often happens with sisters,
having aligned themselves to the middle of the month.
But what was I thinking? They would just be going to
"observe" right?
"I'll do you a deal," I said. "You can both go for just
half an hour, then we come home OK?" They jacked up.
"Forty five minutes?" demanded Kylie, ever the
negotiator.
I was happy with that. Not too much could threaten
their safety in that time I assured myself. Talk about
false prophets!
Come Saturday and without any input from me, both girls
donned very similar skirts, tops and shoes. Anyone
would have picked them as twins. Jenna had already told
Brianna they were going, so God knows who else knew by
now. Looking at them sitting together in my rear view
mirror and knowing what they were going to see, just
about edged-out my sanity. We didn't speak a word.
The house this time was way less salubrious than
Windsor Hills but still large and sited on a well-
tree'd double block not ten minutes away. As we swung
in the driveway, Kylie said, "Hey, this is Louise
Archer's place," like I should know who Louise Archer
was.
Parking behind several other cars, I looked around to
see if I recognised anyone from a fortnight earlier. I
hadn't even freed-up my seat belt when a hand thrust
itself through my driver's side window. I shook it.
"Well, you brought both of them huh? That's great." It
was Jerry. Michelle was with him and smiling at Jenna
as she got out of the car.
"They're just here to observe Jerry," I put in,
"Nothing else, so don't get any ideas." He wasn't even
paying attention.
"Wow, you're twins," he exclaimed. "Let me guess,
you're Jenna?" he asked.
Kylie giggled. "Nope, I'm Kylie, this is Jenna!...and
we're not twins, I'm sixteen, Jenna's fifteen." She
flashed him the hottest smile.
Jerry shook her hand. "Well, it's very nice to meet you
Kylie, you too Jenna, I hope you both have a great
time."
Like hell he did. I figured he was flush with ideas for
them both already!
Michelle gave me a hug as I got out of the car, I could
see the girls thinking, "Oh, dad must have done it with
her too." I just looked at them and mouthed the words
"No, I didn't." I was looking around for Larissa but
could not see her.
Brianna came running across the front yard and hugged
Jenna, I held Kylie's hand as we walked inside. Several
other cars were arriving now.
The host was indeed Brad Archer and daughter Louise was
flitting about behind him welcoming all her friends
between chatting to Kylie. A pretty girl dressed in
fetching hot-pants and a somewhat skimpy top that
scrunched-up would probably have fitted in the average
shirt pocket. Many of the same people were there – we
exchanged nods, although most eyes were on Kylie and
Jenna and it was obvious several people were
acknowledging to one another, "they must be twins."
The young mother who had won pre-selection to the
bedroom-games last time was there with her cute little
daughter. I wondered what the hell my girls would be
thinking if and when they saw her with her hands up her
daughter's skirt again. Brittany and her father were
there, I think she even had on that same tight outfit –
must be her dad's favorite.
The house itself, being way smaller than the previous
"Bill Gates" styled edifice, was able to house the many
guests (though fewer I would say than before) by virtue
of the fact that three rooms in parallel, a lounge,
dining-room and study by all accounts, had had their
common walls knocked down, yielding an enormous L-
shaped entertaining area. In many ways it was far more
intimate than the Windsor Hills "ballroom." The heavy
drapes certainly precluded any concerns over 'privacy.'
A convenient three-seater lounge sat empty along one
wall nearby, so calling out to Jenna, the three of us
monopolised it. The hosts had catered for around thirty
guests it seemed, and thus chairs, sofas and lounges
ruled supreme.
As before, it wasn't exactly the case of someone using
a starter's pistol to kick-start proceedings. Mostly a
lot of talking and chatting, girls, and fathers moving
around the room to speak with acquaintances, several
like myself just staying with their own daughter or
daughters.
The girls sat either side of me looking very chaste and
cute. Their skirts I noticed looking remarkably shorter
in a seated position. Damn, I was having those thoughts
again! Now and again one would incline her head to talk
either with me or her sister. I also noticed several
men looking our way.
"Gosh... isn't that her mother?" said Jenna suddenly.
Towards the far end of the room Ms "Incredibly-well-
preserved-for-thirty-odd" sat talking to a male friend
whilst her hand was clearly way up inside the hem of
her daughter's skirt, caressing something of major
interest as the girl was squirming around noticeably.
"Is she doing what I think she's doing?" said Jenna
breathlessly.
"Look, you both wanted to come," I said, "I'm not
responsible for either what goes on or what you see."
Both Kylie and Jenna's eyes were as big as saucers.
At that moment, little Brianna sidled up to me. "Can I
sit on your lap?" she asked.
"Sure" I said, patting a spot for her. I saw Kylie and
Jenna exchange glances as she sat down. God, that felt
awesomely pleasant I have to say. It also brought back
feelings, images and desires from a fortnight earlier.
Brianna pulled one of my arms around her waist
affectionately. I almost blushed.
"Don't look at me like that," I muttered to Kylie.
"She's only sitting on me."
"Oh, sure dad," she laughed. "What would you say though
if I went and sat on some other guy's lap?"
"I'd say... right, lets go home kids!" I replied
truthfully. "Anyway, you're just here to watch...
remember?"
She looked at me cheekily and wrinkled her little nose
up. "Of course dad, that's all!"
Brianna's bottom was doing wonders for my pro-
creational equipment, such that she turned to me mid
conversation with Jenna and said, "Oh did I do that?"
and giggled. I would lay twenty to one both Jenna and
Kylie knew what she meant as they looked at each other
knowingly. My arms now encircling her and holding her
tightly, I was wanting to hold other things tightly,
but was somewhat constrained by circumstance.
Many girls had moved around the room now and were
either seated on men's laps or between a husband and
wife as it would appear. Of these, there were fewer
than previously and for that, I was grateful.
Brittany's father was clearly smitten with his
daughter's charms still as he had her sitting on his
knee, arms round his neck while his hands smoothed
their way over the full spectrum of the illegal
territory on offer.
From this distance she appeared to be bra-less as her
nipples were seemingly trying their best to push
through the confines of the tight material. Kissing her
with extreme fervour, I watched as his hand lowered her
left strap and all but exposed her breasts in totality.
Brittany was giggling and encouraging him, Kylie and
Jenna gasping!
I wondered if anyone had ever suffered cardiac arrest
at one of these little turn-outs. I didn't want to be
the first.
"Well, are you going to kiss her dad?" Jenna asked
suddenly.
"Jenna," I replied, "I said you two can come and
watch... not watch me. How embarrassing do you think
that would be?"
"But dad," Kylie said, "We don't care... do whatever
you want, don't mind us."
As I turned to answer her, Brianna just raised her head
and kissed me on the lips. I saw Jenna's eyes widen.
The effect of that kiss was to lower my inhibitions yet
catalyse my intentions. I pulled her around so that she
was facing me semi-kneeling, her legs straddling my
lap. Given also the brevity of the skirt she had on, I
had a full frontal view of her cute polka-dot panties.
I heard a sharp intake of breath... it was Jenna,
obviously with as good a view.
"Do you want us to leave you alone for a while dad?"
asked Kylie, clearly concerned for my predicament. This
left me in a quandary. Whilst the privacy would have
been welcome, leaving them unguarded was anything but.
I shook my head.
"It's OK sweetie, just don't be disappointed with me."
I replied, somewhat mystified as to why I had said
that.
They looked equally puzzled.
Brianna meanwhile was hot... and getting hotter. I
raised my hand and stroked her inner thighs which must
have been just this side of Fahrenheit 451. Only a few
inches higher up and beneath those cheery little polka
dots, I knew "ground zero" must be awash with
expectation.
Brianna's light blue eyes were glazing slightly and I
knew she needed to feel those most intimate of
caresses. I lightly took hold of her breasts and very
gently squeezed her nipples. Not sure whose gasps were
the loudest, hers or my daughter's. Brianna wriggled
under my touch and with my left hand I began to rub the
front of her panties. This brought her to such urgency
she made some very soft little moaning sounds.
What made me even hotter then was the fact that Jenna
and Kylie suddenly had the need to hold hands as they
watched Brianna's reactions. I'm sure both must have
been highly aroused themselves by the immediacy of it
all. That supposition was proven correct seconds later
as Kylie whispered into my ear. "You can fuck her dad,
it's OK."
No-one but me heard those words but they were enough to
tip it all over into hyperdrive. Pulling Brianna to me
and using her lower body as cover I was able to
extricate my erection which Brianna guided unerringly
between her panties. Just a matter of encircling her
bottom then and pulling her hard to me.
She cried out briefly as I entered her and clung to me
as I reached maximum penetration. As if lending
support, the two girls closed ranks around her, their
own breasts now up close and personal.
"This is sooo hot dad," said Jenna quietly.
Kylie of course knew what it felt like, she was re-
living that moment we had shared eighteen months
earlier and it was as if every gentle thrust I was
making in Brianna was being played out back in my
bedroom. I glanced at her and just whispered to her so
softly "I love you Kylie."
God knows what this must have looked like from the
other guest's viewpoint or indeed how many if any, were
watching this little tableau. As I began to thrust
upwards into Brianna, my arms went around both Kylie
and Jenna and I held them to me as their locked hands
in turn held Brianna tight against my chest. Her
breasts were making direct contact with my shirt now
and her beautiful head on my shoulder as I fucked her
lovingly and really so slowly.
Best of all, I came while kissing her. No attention-
grabbing dialog, not even a cry of unhinged sexual
passion. Simply the most exhilarating orgasm and a need
to hold on to her and watch the effect in her eyes of
hot cum spurting deep within her. That is where the
real pleasure lies, seeing... not doing.
Brianna's own orgasm took her obviously to the heights
and much of this was understood and felt I think by
both Jenna and Kylie. Having them there was an
incredibly sharing and arousing experience, albeit one
I could never have contemplated.
Trouble loomed... big trouble. Brianna's father,
presumably a witness to the recent transfer of bodily
fluids to his daughter, lobbed up from God knows where.
"Say, you're looking really pretty today Jenna," he
said to her, then on seeing Kylie who had been
partially hidden by Brianna herself sitting on my lap,
added. "Whoa! Twins huh? How'm I gonna choose here?"
"No problem," I suggested as Brianna dismounted
smiling, smoothing her skirt down, "You won't have to
choose, neither are on the menu. Just observers today."
He looked pissed. "Er, did I or did I not just see you
performing some majorly sexual act with my daughter?"
"Your "willing" daughter," I corrected. "House rules
remember? No girl forced to do anything right?" Jenna
and Kylie were enjoying this little exchange, I could
tell.
"Fair enough," he continued, "But who's forcing them?"
he turned to Jenna.
"C'mon sweetie, you know me... you've been over to our
place for years, pretty much since pre-school when you
first met Brianna. Just want to have some fun with you.
Don't have to go all the way if you don't want to."
"I said, she's off-limits," I reiterated, getting
somewhat theatrical with my body language.
"Hang on dad," said Jenna. "Don't I have any say here?"
I almost dropped my bundle.
"What?" I answered semi-conscious from shock. "Er,
you're a virgin Jenna, or had you forgotten that bit?
Besides, there's only twenty five minutes left before
we go."
"Mr. Gardner is OK dad," she said, " I trust him. He
can't force me to do anything. I'll be fine!"
I was figuring she must want to have a bit of a touch-
up up seeing what happened to Brianna. I supposed she
had that coming at some stage anyway and besides might
be better to happen here in semi-controlled
circumstances than in the back seat of some scumbag's
car.
"Well maybe if Kylie goes with you then. That OK with
you Warwick? Just twenty minutes mind, then we have to
leave,"
"Sure," said Gardner, "She can hold the rifle!"
The four of them ambled off towards the alcove at the
far end of the "L" shaped lounge-room. My eyes were
glued to their pert little receding bottoms.
My seeming "change of heart" was not purely selfless. I
had just seen Larissa and her father walk in. Waving in
her direction, I caught her eye, though at the risk of
sounding terminally conceited, I had a sneaking
suspicion she was looking around for me. She literally
ran over, leaving her dad way behind.
"I missed you so much," she said throwing her arms
around my neck and giving me the most intimate of hugs.
The lip action wasn't that bad either! Goddamn! I
completely forgot about my two daughter's on the spot.
I sat back down on the lounge with Larissa perched now
beside me, holding my hand and telling me all about her
week at school and various other intimate little
details. George finally made it over, shook my hand and
sat down beside his daughter.
"Few new girls here by the look of it," he muttered, "
Really hot little pair of twins I saw over the other
side." He indicated a group near the television.
Following his gaze I said, "Er yeah, well actually,
those are my daughters... and they're not twins."
"Oh," said Larissa, "You did bring them? Where are
they?"
I pointed them out. Jenna was sitting beside Warwick
Gardner, Brianna alongside and Kylie in a chair
opposite them. Nothing untoward appeared to be
happening.
"They're very pretty," she said, as I took-in her own
beautifully presented femininity. In a one-piece dress
this time, the top was quite low cut with just a hint
of dark blue bra, beneath which curves hot enough to
warm Hell itself, were patently visible. What I felt as
I looked at her was anything but lust, more a growing
sadness that I could never shed the thirty odd years
between us, because she was I knew, that which I had
been looking for all my life. I had thought about her
for two weeks.
"Thank you Larissa," I answered mechanically, holding
her hand and conveying feelings to her I could never
say... could never explain even. She looked at me
momentarily and I had the feeling I was looking deep
into a consciousness that was way older than my own.
For the second time that afternoon I was asked "Could I
sit on your lap?"
As if sensing he was not needed or even wanted, George
asked me if he could go talk with my daughters.
Realising how much that would probably piss Warwick
Gardner off, I said "Sure, take your time mate"
Another father was walking towards us from a nearby
group. To save him having to complete the journey I
held my hand up saying "Don't even think about it!" I
must have gotten the point across because he shook his
head and turned on his heel.
With Larissa sitting on me like she was, her dress had
ridden a fair way up her thighs. I slipped one hand
under the hem and felt her stiffen momentarily as I
slid my hand upwards. It wasn't the only thing to
stiffen. She murmured something unintelligible as I
kissed her passionately but completely melted as I
reached the front of her panties. The dress prevented
much lateral movement of her legs but it was more than
enough to get my fingers beneath her knickers and in-
between her southern lips which were nothing short of
volcanic to the touch.
"I've really wanted you to do this to me since last
time," she whispered. I was gonna say "Then why the
fuck didn't you call?" but thought better of it. I
simply told her I wanted her too as I increased the
pressure on her pussy.
Nuzzling her breasts was as pleasant in its actuality
as in its contemplation. I kissed her there through her
dress and could feel the hardness of the nipples
notwithstanding. Her own urgency now was transmitting
itself orally and physiologically. Put simply, she
wanted me to fuck her stupid.
Unzipping the dress from shoulder to bottom, we got
that little sucker off in no time. Uncaring as to who
saw what, my daughters included, I had her straddle me
in just her bra and panties. From what I could see in
other areas of the room by now, she wasn't the only one
thus attired.
Holding her round the bottom I allowed her to free up
my erection, what am I saying? I begged her to. Brianna
was long forgotten, Kylie too if the truth be known, as
Larissa guided the head in-between her legs. She gasped
as I thrust in deeply and set up a rhythm that was only
ever going to have the one outcome... .or in her case -
income!
I have no idea what stock-levels I still held of the
good stuff, but they took a serious dive with this
performance. It felt to me like I filled her entire
reproductive system - uterus, Fallopian tubes, possibly
even her abdominal cavity. In post-orgasmic bliss I
told her I loved her senseless and that I hoped she
understood that what I had just done to her, had meant
more to me than probably the previous four decades. I
saw her cry and knew she understood.
Emotionally endangered, and still hugging her to me, I
caught sight of a vision of stupefying incredulity.
Unless I was delusional, Larissa's dad was sitting in a
chair not twenty five feet from me, with my daughter
Jenna in his lap, one hand down her top and the other
well up under her skirt somewhere.
She appeared to be more than a willing partner as she
wriggled beneath his ministrations. As for Kylie, she
had obviously swapped places with her sister and was
letting Brianna's dad not only kiss her, but fondle her
breasts while Brianna held her hand. I was about to
kill both of them when Larissa pulled me back down.
"Just let them be Noel, you have to let go at some
stage. Dad has left me with you hasn't he? You have to
do the same."
I heard her words... I knew she was right but still
tears came to my eyes as I watched it all happening. I
had to go over and see out this two-act tragedy.
Larissa clung to me as I crossed the room.
Close to, it was like a scene from a David Hamilton
movie. Beautiful young girls and their first
experiences of sexual passion. I was no longer sad,
'entranced' would be a better word.
George was beginning to kiss Jenna now and as she lay
there against him her eyes closed, I just watched
stunned as he slowly pushed her skirt up and exposed
her light-blue panties. His other hand continued to
fondle her breasts inside her bra and a sudden deep
murmur led me to think he must surely be manipulating
her nipples. I knew how she must feel.
Kylie, seated opposite with her back to me, had not yet
seen us as Larissa and I knelt down by Jenna's chair.
Having her with me was very comforting and I kissed her
again.
Jenna opened her eyes and although seeing me right
beside her, was in such an aroused state she just
whispered "I'm so sorry dad."
Reaching across I took hold of her hand and said. "I'm
OK with it really, just let yourself go Jenna and enjoy
it."
Fact is, I really wanted her now to let herself go.
George looked at me and understood my meaning. After
all, I had taken his daughter's virginity right in
front of him, it seemed more than reasonable he do the
same with mine. Kylie meanwhile was straddling Warwick,
much as Brianna had done with me not half an hour
earlier.
I watched as his hands pushed her skirt right up
towards her hips exposing a hot little g-string ("my
God, she came prepared" I was thinking) Both hands
around her bottom now, he pulled her closer whilst
kissing her even more passionately.
Her breasts I knew must be pushing up against him and
even as I watched, he pulled both hands out from under
her bottom and began pulling off her top – she even
raised her arms for him. As her small lacy white bra
was exposed, I felt my mouth dry up. Sitting there in
just her skirt she murmured something as he slipped her
straps down her arm one by one.
I stared entranced at her beautiful slim frame, finely
shaped shoulders, curved hips and the beautiful
impression of her spine that only really young girls
seem to have. He unhooked her bra and tossed it on the
floor where it looked small enough to fit an eight-year
old. Kylie arched her back for him, pushing forward her
beautiful firm breasts that he began to kiss and
nuzzle. I heard her moan in pleasure.
I was so damn hard, and Larissa wasn't helping at all,
taking my hand and after pulling her own dress up,
slipped it in-between her thighs. She was as wet as I
was erect.
Jenna was in not much dressier a state. George had his
hands in her panties and I could see clearly that he
had at least two fingers inside her pussy. She was
spreading her legs for him and moaning audibly. I
watched as he exposed both breasts – they were so small
and prettily defined – before leaning forward and
gently sucking her left nipple. Even Larissa gasped as
she watched her father sucking the young girl.
Distracted by some activity alongside me, another
father had knelt down beside Larissa and was whispering
something to her. She just looked at me and said "Go to
your daughter, I'll be here." With that she simply got
on her knees and allowed the newcomer to unzip her
dress once more. Leaving it on her, he started pulling
her knickers down and I knew she was going to let him
fuck her right there right then. Well at least I'd left
her wet enough!
I whispered to George to get up for a moment and let me
hold Jenna. If this was to be her moment, I wanted to
be with her. He did so and I sat back down in the chair
and pulled her to me. She didn't ask what I was doing –
I think she knew.
She tried to cover her breasts but I pulled her hands
aside and said "Don't cover yourself sweetheart, you
are just so beautiful I want to look at you." I had her
sitting with her back to me, the smell of her soft hair
in my face nothing short of intoxicating.
George was kneeling on the floor in front of her now. I
kissed her neck and said.. "Just let it happen honey."
As he reached up and unzipped her tiny skirt she gasped
but I kept hold of her hands and whispered to her not
to worry, that she would be alright with me here.
George then began pulling her panties down while I
extricated her bra.
I think the arousal factor was so prominent, it over-
rode Jenna's embarrassment at being naked for the first
time in front of a man... two men actually, not to
mention on-lookers. She gasped as her pussy was
exposed, the hottest little triangle of curly dark-
brown hair I think I had ever seen framing her virginal
lips. I held her around the waist, looking down at her
beautiful cleavage and noticing just how erect her
nipples were now. I had to hold those beautiful little
mounds and as I lightly cupped her, she looked up at me
and just whispered "Oh, dad!"
George meanwhile had spread her legs sufficiently to
view her youthful nakedness in all its glory. I think
he was as stunned as she was. Larissa, who was in a
dream-state of her own as the man behind her was
thrusting in to her pussy like a dervish, was gazing at
Jenna's nudity and probably remembering her own
tentative de-virginising just two weeks earlier.
As George lowered his head between Jenna's legs and
kissed her that first time on her pussy I experienced
the electricity as she wriggled. I felt her nipples
hardening beneath my fingers as she put her face
upwards for me to kiss her. George kissed her pussy
harder and she began to spread her legs. She also
moaned between my kisses.
I knew she must be so wet now as George unzipped
himself while delivering her first lick. She shuddered
as his tongue separated her labia and looked up at me
with an expression that was half sexual pleasure and
half juvenile apprehension. I wanted desperately to
feel her pussy myself and to make love to her all
night, but this wasn't my time, not even my
prerogative.
George knelt higher now and he had his erection right
in front of her slit. Jenna looked uneasy, but not
afraid. I whispered to her that I had done the very
same thing to Larissa a fortnight earlier and that
George would be as loving and as careful as I had been.
I can never satisfactorily explain to you the full
range of emotions that one experiences seeing another
man's cock enter your daughter's pussy, most especially
for the first time. It is a mixture of sadness, raging
arousal, erotic nirvana and lustful satisfaction.
Jenna simply gasped and stared as he pushed into her a
few centimetres. I felt her body stiffen and told her
to relax completely which she seemed to do. For a while
he just kept pushing in and out gaining slightly more
penetration each time. Jenna was moaning now and
spreading wider quite unconsciously. I felt her jolt as
he reached her hymen.
"It's OK baby," I told her, "You might feel a sudden
pain, but after that you'll never even remember it."
It was at that moment I happened to glance behind
George.
Warwick had gotten Kylie completely nude and still
straddling him, he was beginning to fuck her, although
all I could see was his hands around her bottom holding
her tight as he thrust up hard into her. With Brianna
still holding her right hand I could see a hint of
Kylie's left breast as she began to really ride him.
Brianna's free hand was well inside her own panties and
she was understandably highly flushed watching Kylie's
progress.
George began applying pressure to the hymen and Jenna
was wincing. I began to knead her nipples now aware
that such manipulation would go some way to
anaesthetising her awareness of the lower obstacle. The
ploy worked, and she began moaning as I pulled her
nipples harder while still rubbing them between thumb
and forefinger. George to his everlasting intelligence,
used the diversion for a full frontal offensive. Jenna
cried out "Ohh dad!!!" but he was through the minefield
and he began to push deeply into her.
Was this the hottest moment of my life? Dead set it
was! Watching and feeling my daughter being fucked on
my lap? What do you reckon? As he began to pump her
rhythmically, Jenna began to gasp and moan alternately.
Either way I don't figure she was carrying too much
animosity over the deflowering methodology. She began
to rub her own breasts as he fucked her ever harder. We
had no need to hold her legs apart any longer, she was
well able to maintain that aspect herself.
Glancing up at me with glazed eyes she whispered "He's
fucking me dad, do you still love me?" I just kissed
her and said, All the more sweetie, all the more!"
If she had seen Kylie's performance nearby she didn't
say so but from what I could see of it, she was rapidly
turning into a first class little slut, even if I do
say it myself. Seemed to me she was raping Brianna's
dad now!
As George built to his understandably swift orgasm, I
felt Jenna tensing and guessed her own wasn't too far
off. Her hands ventured down to her pussy and she was
beginning to rub herself right alongside where his cock
was penetrating her with such passion. I heard Larissa
cry out as the man evidently came in her, spurred on
doubtless by watching Jenna getting fucked at close
hand.
As George spasm'd into her, Jenna gasped as she must
have felt his hot cum shooting up into her. Still
fondling her breasts I whispered to her, "Cum Jenna,
don't hold back, I want to feel you having it."
I needn't have spoken as her whole body shook and she
just was gripped by a feeling she had never known.
Obviously she and Kylie would have masturbated many
times – I often wondered if like many sisters, they did
it to each other – but it would be nothing like the
heights of a vaginal orgasm while being fucked for your
first time.
Jenna was breathless, but hot! I saw it in her eyes –
there was no way she was going home for a while! As
George zipped-up and went looking for a Medic, she lay
on me making no attempt to cover herself. Looking up at
me as she idly caressed her very wet and only slightly
bloodied pussy, she whispered, "I want you to fuck me
daddy... just once."
I remembered a time another beautiful daughter had used
similar words. Of course, there was no-one else in the
room that I wanted more right at that second. I pulled
her round so that she was straddling me like Kylie
opposite, her pretty bum obviously in full view of any
and all interested parties.
My erection was such that I could barely extricate it
from my underpants. Odd I thought, how un-embarrassing
it all seemed getting my cock out in front of my
youngest daughter. But being in the presence of
prolonged and multiple group sex has that effect, seems
to numb the inhibitions.
Sitting astride me, Jenna clearly wanted me to make
contact with her cute breasts as she teasingly wiggled
them in front of my face. As I lowered my head and
began sucking her, I felt her gasp and shudder with
pleasure. "Ohh dad" she kept on repeating... I love it!
Just then a familiar little face appeared beside me.
"Really dad! your own daughter!"
Kylie had slipped her bra and panties back on again but
was she looking like the cat that had just finished-off
the cream... or what? Kneeling beside the chair, she
looked the image of temptation incarnate, especially
being able to see right down that doll-size bra.
Kissing Jenna's sweet lips was not far off 'Heaven's
gate' but pushing my cock up into her was 'Beyond the
Infinite.' That she wanted it as much as me made it all
that more memorable too. As she leaned forward she
moaned as I penetrated her further and further. Her
hips were moving rhythmically and in a matter of
moments I could see and feel nothing but her beautiful
little body as it blended in with everything I had to
give her. I looked in her eyes as I thrust up into her
and just whispered "I love you Jenna, I'll always love
you."
I was aware that Kylie had taken hold of her younger
sister's hand and I was vaguely conscious of the fact
that she must be remembering that incredible night she
and I shared the same mind-numbingly beautiful union.
Jenna's hair was damp at the ends from exertion now but
I just held her around the bottom and continued to pump
that beautiful little pussy. Looking down between her
legs and seeing my cock penetrating her so deeply had a
devastatingly arousing effect.
Her own orgasm preceded mine, I think it was more or
less a continuation of her first one. Her eyes glazed
over and she just started whispering "fuck me" as her
body seemed to shake. Like I said before, if you want
your father to cum in you, those really are the best
words to use. The simplest maybe, but definitely the
best.
I just held on to her, cuddling her like never before
as I came. I know she felt everything and I was aware
of Kylie's tender and loving expression as I fulfilled
my immediate destiny with her sister.
© Peter_Pan http://www.lulu.com/content/106537
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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