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Distant Princess
by Peter Pan (uds@hotmail.com)
***
Although listed officially as Chapter Eighteen in "The
Complete Harper Valley" this was in fact a fully stand-
alone recollection that has no chronological relevance
to other episodes. Given very recent events, a sequel
if you like, entitled "Homecoming" has just been
completed and may in due course be published on
Kristen's archive, but not until the new year. (Mff,
ped, inc, bi, mast)
***
Surfing her laptop in bed one hormonally-charged night
mid Fall, acutely pretty British teenager Sally Young,
found exactly what she hadn't been looking for. Sex
stories on tap! Understand if you will, being just
sixteen herself and coming across the sexplicitly
described antics of girls her own age at the House of
Harper... what else was she to think but, "Oh God, if
only!"
Avidly following the selfless community services being
rendered by and upon Jenna, Kylie and Natalie, for
sweet Sally, orgasm simply begat orgasm. It came
eventually that she contacted me by email and freely
declared her rampant addiction for each new episode.
It was at this point she forwarded her own stunningly
beautiful portrait (available on request, although be
advised - it is tasteful in the extreme and she IS
dressed!) together with others I should confess, that
so far as any arousal-factor was concerned, it could
only be said that they realistically delivered on all
fronts (as it were!)
I wrote back to her, sensing even then, that she was
something remarkably special. In hindsight, it wasn't
in what she wrote – she sounded in fact just another
effervescent yet wholesomely innocent young cutie
coming to grips with her own sexuality. Hell, I knew
that species like the back of my hand, having here wall
to wall clones running me ragged nights!
No, it was that photograph. Without claiming to have
even a modicum of psychic ability, for some reason I
pick up the 'essence' of a person from their photo. The
eyes, poise, body-language reveal everything – I can
only describe it as being sensorily akin to a computer
print-out. The more I studied Sally's picture, the more
I knew about her – and the more I wanted to know.
I don't view people as being sixteen or sixty... that
is the body date-stamp, little more value than an
automobile chassis number. I recognise the inner-being
and that my friends are ageless. There are many middle-
aged people traipsing around this planet simply
filling-in their three-score-years-and-ten (damn, why
am I reminded of Warwick again?) Cruelly judgmental I
acknowledge, but there is it seems, no purpose - no
awareness. Another time, one can cross paths if only
for an instant, with a mere child of eight or nine and
the Geiger counter runs hot. The confronting auras have
linked and recognition been established!
So I felt it to be with Sally.
Just over four years earlier, I had taken Natalie and
Kylie on what was an eye-opening world-trip for both of
them. Whilst in Britain showing them 'my turf,' we had
in the course of touring the beautiful south-west
counties, en route to such places as Bath and
Stonehenge, been to Salisbury – Sally's hometown.
I had for years been promising that Jenna would
accompany me the next time I went (she had been but
eleven at the time), that being when funds might be
available. Well it seemed to me, such likelihood was
never going to eventuate and thus I resolved to take
her anyway. We would simply eat every second day! I had
already realised we wouldn't be needing separate rooms
and that being father and daughter, this would raise no
eyebrows among any Hotel staff, well unless they had a
few spy-cams installed.
To say Jenna was excited would be to understate the
obvious.
"Oh that's just not fair dad," muttered Kylie and
Natalie when told of the trip. "Jenna will have you all
to herself for nearly three weeks."
In fact, the incomparably beautiful nights that we
shared during that initial week away in the US would
have formed the basis itself of a complete stand-alone
documented work. That very first night in San
Francisco, checked-in at the old Cecil Hotel on Sutter,
was something I will never experience again. Far from
the hot'n sexy little turns running their course at
home, I really had the opportunity to make love to
Jenna as a young woman alone that night for the first
time. For her part, she gave to me a requited love that
not one in a million will ever know. Make that one in a
billion!
This is not the purpose of this recollection however
and it must therefore take regrettably, a back seat to
the tale at hand.
On the flight from New York to Paris, on impulse I
showed Jenna a copy of Sally's picture I had printed
off. I say "on impulse," the fact is, I had always
planned to show her I suppose.
"She's very pretty dad," she replied after studying the
pic closely. "Who is she? She soo reminds me of
Brianna."
I nodded, then kinda circumnavigated the truth – just a
little.
"Actually Jen, she got to read a couple of my mystery
stories I published on the Net a while back. (Luckily
Jenna knew about them). I think she mentioned that her
parents had either bought a book or downloaded a
title... I honestly can't remember now - but anyway,
she just really liked what she'd read and wrote to me
about it."
"She looks pretty young dad, " Jenna had then asked.
"How old is she?'
"Sally's your age sweetheart," I replied, "Just
sixteen." I couldn't help but notice how prolonged a
study she was making of the pic.
"Where does she live?"
"Salisbury in England," I told her, "Pretty close to
Stonehenge."
"Would you like to meet her," Jenna asked in all
innocence.
"Well, she doesn't even know we're going to England
Jenna." I replied. "Why? Do you think I should?"
She looked up at me then, just as cheeky an expression
as she could muster on that pretty little face.
"C'mon daddy, I know the kind of girls you really
like... and she has cute little boobies too." She
added, giggling hard.
"Well that she does, cheeky-face," I responded,
reminded suddenly of a couple of her other pics that
fully highlighted that particular aspect of her
existence.
'Well maybe we might just call when we're down her way
and see if she wants to meet up for an hour or so." I
volunteered.
"Sure dad," she laughed, taking my hand, Why don't we
do that?"
Paris was beautiful – it always is. Whether you're
strolling along the Left Bank, trying to manoeuvre your
shopping-trolley of a Citroen around the Arc de
Triumph, gazing down from the deuxieme etage of the
Eiffel Tower or just taking it easy in Le Louvre, life
is but a kaleidoscope of new experiences in the
Parisian capital. All I was thinking of though was
Salisbury and the sights it had to offer.
The first week in Britain was spent in London showing
Jenna so much of what she had heard me talk about
during her childhood. My hometown in the flesh
supplemented all those bedtime stories. She finally got
to see what she had only been able to imagine. Don't
think she was too impressed with the meteorological
attributes of the UK though.
"Dad," she said that first day, "It's not this cold at
home mid-winter!" I pointed out that she should hang
around for January.
"Thank you no," she replied with little hesitation.
"Nice for other things though," she observed, looking
up at me with that "Guess what I feel like?" look. We
were late down for breakfast as I recall.
Having struck an uncommonly good deal with a local car
rental company, obviously sympathetic to the Aussie
cause, early that second week we loaded up our Vauxhall
Zafira and struck out for Slough and the West. With
fuel in England more than double the cost now of the
average Sydney pump prices, it's best to have a
strategic geographic plan in place before you hit the
road in the U.K.
I had however, the added advantage of a lifetime's
familiarity with the British road-system. Hell, I had
sat beside my father as he navigated his way from
Land's End to John O'Groats long before they built the
first Motorway!
Following in her sisters' footsteps, Jenna marvelled at
the Roman influence in Bath, the antiquity of
Stonehenge and Avebury, the splendour of Longleat. If
only she had known what was to come!
I remember thinking as we pulled off the A36 right at
the A345 roundabout and throwing a right into Castle
Street, "What the hell am I doing here? She's just
sixteen!"
The Milford Hall Hotel was as I recalled it, no
Dorchester come lately, but very comfortable and a
major step-up from one of those sixty-nine-pound-a-
night Granada motorway havens that would probably have
seen Jenna the wished-for target of most every
paedophile headed north that night.
I waited till she was in the shower and way out of
hearing range, then called Sally's cell phone number
that I had gotten her to give me many weeks earlier.
"Hello?" came this plaintive but unmistakably west-
county accented little voice.
"Sally, I presume?"
"Yes, who is it please?" she asked.
"Well sweetie," I said, "You did once tell me that
given the opportunity, you'd run a couple of miles to
see my daughter having sex... this is your big chance
kiddo!"
Never was silence more deafening!
"Oh my God... Oh my God!!" she spluttered. "It's you
Noel. Where are you? Don't tell me you're in England...
are the girls with you??"
I let her calm down momentarily. "Err, just which of
those questions do you want answered first sweetheart?"
I replied.
"Oh, don't tease me," she said. "Are you really here?"
"Well depending on your definition of "here" Sally,
yeah, I guess I am. As "here" as you can get I suppose.
Just how far is the Milford Hall from you? Think you
can run that distance?"
She was making all sorts of disbelieving noises into
the receiver. I figured I'd better take up the
conversation.
"To answer your other question Sally... Jenna is with
me, the other two are back in Sydney... misbehaving
most likely.
"Can I talk to her Noel?" she pleaded, "Does she know
about me?"
"No, you can't talk to her right now sweetie," I
replied. "She's under the shower – I wanted to call you
first. And yes, I showed her your pic and told her
you'd contacted me after reading a couple of my stories
on the Net. She doesn't know anything about Harper
Valley or even that you know what goes on. OK?"
"Its cool, I won't mention it," she promised. "What did
she say about my pic?" How typically female I thought
to myself!
"She said she thought you were very pretty actually." I
told her truthfully. I thought it prudent not to
mention her other more personal observations.
"So," I continued. "Any chance of us seeing you?"
"Oh my God, of course," she gushed. "Just got to work
out what I'm going to tell my parents and how I can
arrange it."
"Definitely not too much," I told her candidly. "We're
only going to be here for just two more nights, that's
the other problem." I added quickly.
"Well at least it's the weekend from tonight," she
said, "So I haven't got school to worry about." Like I
hadn't already planned for that little eventuality!
Just then Jenna walked out of the bathroom in a cloud
of steam and not much else.
"You want to say hello to Sally?" I asked her. Her eyes
grew wide like saucers and quite honestly, you never
saw anyone move so fast. Grabbing the phone off me, she
sat down on my lap, knowing full-well the effect that
would be having. As she chattered animatedly to Sally,
I allowed myself the luxury of a grope either side.
Jenna squeaked in surprise and with a deliberately
provocative "dad!!" pushed my hands away.
Sally must have asked her what was going on because I
heard Jenna say, "Just dad... being naughty!" What
images must have been running through Sally's mind I
was thinking.
Talk about feeling superfluous! By the time Jenna had
hung up, everything was organised apparently.
"I love her accent dad," Jenna said, hopping off me,
the bath-towel short enough to disclose just the
cruellest hint of her curvy little bottom as she would
have been only too well aware.
From what I could deduce, Sally was planning on telling
her parents she was going to see Shyamalan's The
Village with a couple of school friends – this being a
not unusual event evidently and fully unlikely to
arouse suspicion. A friend of hers could drop her over
at the Milford Hall just after tea the following day.
Took a drive out to Bristol the next morning, but
speaking for myself, it wasn't the local architecture I
was thinking about. I have a sneaking suspicion Jenna's
mind was on other things too. On our return, we had a
cursory look around Salisbury Cathedral itself before
checking back in to the Milford for an early tea.
Jenna took so long doing herself up that night, anyone
would think it was her first date. Fashionable little
skirt and top and even some tasteful hot make-up. Cool
as it was outside, the environment control ensured our
rooms were maintained an optimum temperature.
"Jesus Christ girl," I said, looking her over, don't
tell me Brad and Jerry are coming too? She was at her
Harper's best! She stuck her tongue out at me.
Around 7 p.m. we got a call from reception saying our
"guest" had arrived.
"How'd I look?' I asked her.
"Like my lovely sexy dad," she said, giving me a
beautiful kiss on the lips. Thinking back now, how
lucky Sally was I even got as far as the foyer that
night!
The picture hadn't done the girl the justice it might
have. Sally was just so absolutely stunning, I figured
she must have taken every bit as much time as Jenna
had. Wearing an all-black dress that clung to her in
all the right places, she was a vision of youth, beauty
and utter desirability. She too had applied just a hint
of make-up – enough to highlight her near-perfect face-
structure, yet without betraying her tender years.
A delicate application of what appeared to be peach-
colored mascara set off the natural sparkle to her
pretty eyes and, like Jenna's, the lip-gloss simply
begged to be kissed-off at the first available
opportunity. Her long blonde hair was swept back off
her shoulders with just a few wayward locks teasing her
cheeks and forehead. We're talking here, God at his
creative best!
The girls hit it off instantly and hand in hand
accompanied me first to the bar. No way was anyone
going to be asking to see id for those two. Besides, I
was buying.
Fascinated by each other's accent there was more
giggling than anything else. Sally wanted to know all
about Australia, school... and Australian boys. Jenna
wanted to know about life in England, school and
English boys. I don't know why I even bothered going!
Eventually though I got a word in edgeways and
suggested maybe we went back to our room for a while.
No one jacked up about that. First thing I did once the
girls had made themselves comfy in the two easy-chairs
by the window, was to ring down for a few sandwiches
and a bottle of champagne. Wasn't so sure about Sally,
but after a couple of glasses of the sparkly-stuff,
Jenna's few remaining inhibitions invariably take a
hike.
I just couldn't take my eyes of Sally. Something
inherently pleasurable in just watching young girls
acting out their youths and effusive natural selves.
Simply the way they talk excitedly, the delicate hand
movements, self-conscious wriggles in the chair as they
smooth their skirts or dresses down while talking.
Little giggles and the occasional brief hand contact
when emphasising a point. Regrettably, it's all lost so
soon in the maturing process.
Room service was remarkably efficient and the ordered
refreshments were at the door in less than twenty
minutes. Drawing a chair up myself and having poured
them a glass each of the outrageously marked-up wine, I
got finally to chat with Sally and learn a bit about
her brief sixteen years on the planet.
I think she'd already heard in complete detail, Jenna's
fifteen (being only a fortnight into her sixteenth) She
had evidently, an older sister Jacqui to whom she
looked up to and maintained a very close relationship
with. Reflecting on the bond between my three, I had
every reason to wonder just how close that might be.
I recall thinking that if she was that enamoured with
the Harper Valley recollections then maybe it was a
sisterly love that Brad and Jerry for starters, would
give their right-hand to see. Better make that their
left hand – I think they would be having a desperate
need later for the use of their right!
I recall at one stage just putting an arm around
Jenna's waist and seeing Sally's pupils dilate – a
combination I suspect of the wine, her pre-knowledge
and her optimism.
Both girls, whether they knew it or not, had become
just marginally flirty. Nothing overt, just louder
giggles, hot little expressions and the occasional
shoulder wriggle. It's all in Nature's wonderful
blueprint for life.
At the point Jenna had to excuse herself for a toilet
break, Sally whispered to me. "She is sooo intelligent
and pretty, no wonder you love her so much." I just
leaned forward and gave her a brief kiss on the cheek.
The champagne had done its work however – she turned
her head fractionally and I had the option then of
withdrawing or kissing her again on the lips. Wasn't
exactly much of a choice!
"Dad!" giggled Jenna, returning from the bathroom. "I
leave you for a second and you're being naughty." Sally
was visibly blushing.
"Yeah, I know sweetheart," I smiled at her, "Doctors
tell me there's nothing they can do for me – completely
untreatable, the last one said."
"Why?" I added quickly, "You just a wee bit jealous
sweetheart?" I grabbed her as she walked past and
pulled her on to my lap."
A little shocked I'd say, she just sat their looking at
me with an arousingly half-open mouth. I had to kiss
it. Didn't that warm little bottom in my lap feel nice
though!
"Dad!!!!" she gasped again... "We have company." I let
her get off and settle back in her own chair. Sally's
face was priceless. I know a hot and aroused young girl
when I see one... and I was seeing at least two.
"Anyone like to watch a movie?" I asked. Their response
was a resounding vote in favor of the idea. The
recently-released Day After Tomorrow was the preferred
choice although we had all seen it earlier in the year.
I figured a second bottle of champers wouldn't go
astray over the ensuing couple of hours either and rang
down to have a bottle brought up.
Now the only place to properly watch a movie in a hotel
suite is the bed and as far as that went, this one was
the ant's pants. King-size, if not custom-built for
Hefner's Playboy mansion, it was just a case of the
girls slipping their shoes off and wriggling their way
up to the headboard. Jenna settled herself between me
and Sally, not that I was there for long as the buzzer
sounded.
Signing for the champagne, I couldn't help but notice
the bell-boy's desperate longing glance at the bed as
he took in the two girls lying there. If he didn't go
straight off on a break and make a few urgent "personal
arrangements" I'd have been surprised. Sally I think,
noticed the boy's flushed interest and giggled like the
little tease I think she is naturally.
Pouring them both a glass, I resumed my position on the
bed – but on Sally's side this time. Jenna shot me a
furtive glance.
Barely had the tidal wave engulfed Fifth Avenue when
the alcohol definitely kicked-in and the proximity of
those hot little bodies was making concentration on
anything else problematic to say the least.
"Are you comfy there Sally?" I asked idiotically.
"Uh-huh," she muttered, quaffing the remnants of her
last glass. "Having a really great night thanks."
I couldn't stand it any longer and just leaned across
and kissed her on the lips.
"Ohhh!" was all she said. It wasn't all she did though!
She looked at me with an expression that made it
abundantly clear that coming to Salisbury was never
going to have been a waste of time. I held her this
time and gave her a longer and deeper kiss.
"You are just sooo beautiful Sally, please forgive my
forward manner." I mumbled.
I was amazed to see that Jenna had taken a hold of her
left hand. I think it had actually been a fully
automated response on the part of both girls.
As they just glanced at each other for but a second, I
felt the connection.
"It's OK," I said. "Kiss each other." I hardly dared
breathe.
Turning to one another, the two girls simply looked in
each other's eyes – saw what I already had, and the
champagne did the rest.
Never have I seen anything more naturally beautiful and
arousing. No grunting lesbian passion, tongues down the
back of each other's throats, uninhibited lustful
writhing... they simply put their arms around each
others' shoulders and kissed on the lips. Not a brief
peck either, a long deep, sensitive and obviously
mutually satisfying kiss. As they withdrew, both looked
at each other and felt I'm sure, what I knew right then
– that Sally wasn't going home that night.
Even as they were still holding hands, coming to grips
with what obviously was happening, I pulled Sally to me
and kissed her again. She had no resistance to put up,
no objections to overcome. She wanted what I wanted.
Laying her back against the pillows I kissed her neck
and daring all, kissed her shoulder just to the left of
her right dress-strap while my right hand closed softly
around her left breast. She gave the softest little
moan of encouragement and I knew Jenna was also wanting
me to become yet more adventurous.
"You are soo lovely sweetheart," I managed to get out
and she just smiled up at me as I continued to gently
knead and fondle her breast. Pretty much the same size
as Jenna and Kylie in that department – I craved to see
more of her.
Slipping the straps down her arms was the work of but a
second and I felt her intake of breath as her silky
little bra was exposed. Even through the soft material,
her erect nipples were plainly in evidence and I
allowed myself the luxury of just passing my hand
across the front of her cups stimulating those
wonderful little peaks. That's when her expression
changed from breathless anticipation to a more urgent
need. Kissing her down the outside of her dress, I felt
her body stiffen as I reached her abdomen. How feminine
was her scent! how blissfully warm her body-heat.
Jenna was right alongside me now and I think unaware
that by leaning forward to kiss her herself, she was
exposing her own breasts to me in all their glory,
given the plunging neckline of that hot little top she
had on.
As they began kissing once more, inflaming their own
passions – Sally reached up and putting her arms around
Jenna's shoulder pulled her lower, at which point I
found myself staring at point blank range of that
incredibly arousing indentation in Sally's dress, at
the very base of her abdomen. By wriggling about as she
had been doing, that dress had ridden up her thighs
marginally and I just slipped my hand up between her
legs and felt the natural heat there.
Simply the contact with the inside of her thighs caused
Sally to gasp and as I drew the material upwards
exposing the hottest of tight little black panties I
recall wondering how long the paramedics would take to
get there if I needed them.
"Touch her there dad," Jenna suddenly whispered between
kisses. I didn't honestly know if I could. This was
after all, just an innocent sixteen year old child –
not one that had the experience of several months at
the Harper Valley get-togethers, or in fact with any
experience at all beyond whatever she may have had with
her sister.
Her panties were almost fully exposed now and making no
attempt to deflect my attentions in that particular
area, I simply stared fixated, at that slightest of
'channels' running the length of her knickers and
beneath which I knew her soft and virginal pussy lay –
at the mercy of its owner's trust and my hoped-for
gentility.
I simply inclined my head and kissed her softly on the
front of those knickers. The effect was dynamic. She
let out a series of little gasps and drew her legs up
fractionally. Her kissing Jenna now became more urgent
and I noticed she had tightened her arm around my
daughter's neck.
"Rub her breasts Jenna," I whispered hoarsely, as I
prepared to take the next step.
Slipping her hand now down inside Sally's bra, Jenna
began to gently squeeze her there, setting in motion a
series of pleasurable sighs between their passionate
kissing. Having then extricated her breasts altogether
from the flimsy material, so that for the first time, I
could see how similar in size and texture they were to
Jenna's, she lowered her head to Sally's nipples and
began to draw down on first one side and then the other
as the girl beneath her began literally gasping from
the deeply arousing attention she was receiving.
It was at this point I began to tug Sally's knickers
down and was rewarded for my efforts by as erotic a
sight as this world has to offer. Putting paid to the
question of whether or not she was a natural blonde,
atop that most intricate of now moist vaginal folds was
the prettiest little trimmed strip of dark hair at the
very base of her trim and smooth tummy, beyond which
the crumpled-up hem of her dress restricted further
viewing. The knickers I tossed off the bed.
Leaning inwards and kissing her delicately on that
trembling yet so alluring a narrow chasm, she reacted
as if touched by live wires. She wriggled in passion,
distracted to a degree by Jenna's suckling of her
highly erect nipples.
Looking up at me momentarily, and seeing Sally fully
exposed now, she just whispered "Make love to her dad,
I know she wants you to."
Make love to her? I knew she was still a virgin. Was
this my right? my duty? my committed path?
"Shall I Sally?" was all I muttered.
She just lay there, wriggling in total pleasure I
suspect and looking across at me for a moment between
the touch of Jenna's attentive little mouth, merely
nodded her acquiescence.
Not even bothering to undress her, I just pushed her
legs apart and knelt between them. I hadn't even
realised how hard and needful I was myself. Taking out
my erection and putting the head right at the entrance
to her pussy, I slipped it inside.
Gasping anew, she wriggled her exquisite little bottom,
allowing me to inch my way forward. Whether or not the
effectiveness of her hymen had been reduced either by a
self-help program or on-going sisterly intervention I
had no way of knowing, but the fact is there was very
little in the way of a barricade still in evidence.
Certainly a noticeable tightness a few inches in, which
in any event would be consistent with her young age,
but with increased pressure that was quickly overcome.
Completely transported now, Sally was moaning and
pushing her hips up to meet my thrusts as I worked my
way into my own little paradise. Jenna was encouraging
me and fully misbehaving herself, one hand down inside
her own panties, settling into a rhythm that was ever
only going to have the one messy outcome.
With each successive thrust, my whole being was focused
on Sally's receptive and compliant little vaginal
cavity. Filling it was no problem, defining my reasons
for needing to, were a different story.
Then there was Larissa. Oddly perhaps the one person
who would understand that in no way was I betraying my
love for her. Pathetic rationalisation many will
suggest obviously, but the mere fact that one has the
capacity to love, quite obviously cannot limit such
feelings to just one person. Were that a realistic
possibility we would have a perfect world! That night,
with my cock as far up Sally's pussy as I could get it,
it wasn't far short, let me tell you!
Jenna had no need to mutter "Fuck her dad," but I
suspect it was simply her own hormones talking out
loud. In any event, that's precisely what I was doing
to her and at the point I jetted most every chromosome
I had available up inside that accommodating little
slit, life was really pretty damn good!
Lying there purring from her recent physiotherapy, one
hand on her pussy, the other a little below her breast,
cum trickling slowly down one thigh, Sally just looked
up at me and whispered breathlessly, "Do it to Jenna
now."
Well, the truth of the matter is Jenna wanted nothing
else but to be fucked right then, her entire body
language could vouch for that! Just pushing her on her
back then, right alongside Sally's prostrate form, I
pushed her little skirt up to her waist and tugged her
knickers off in record time.
Sally, I noticed, was instigating her own little
nipple-fondling session beneath my daughter's top and
was visibly activated by the sight of Jenna's hot
little pussy as it slid into view. Just starting to
grow now after her enforced public shaving, I found
myself wishing one of us had a spare razor handy.
If Sally had been wet, Jenna was simply flooded. Just
pushing her knees up, I held them well apart and simply
pushed in to her as far as I was able. Sally's
expression watching this was one of virtual disbelief.
"Oh God she said, that is soo hot."
Inexorably, her hand found its way between her own
thighs as she knelt there, her other hand idly fondling
Jenna's breasts, both of which were jiggling beneath
her bra as I increased my rhythm. On automatic pilot,
she spread her knees wider to give me better access –
definitely no need of holding them.
"Fuck her harder," Sally was pleading, quite beyond the
bounds of social niceties now. Rubbing her own clit
with renewed passion as she watched her new friend
being fucked silly by her father, I was finding the
whole thing almost unendurably arousing.
Judging by Jenna's own gasps, wriggles and vocalised
pleas of "Oh God, YESSS! Don't stop dad!" I'd say so
was she.
She didn't get quite the same volume of hot gel as had
Sally, but let's just say it got the job done. Speaking
of which, Sally there, rocking on her haunches with
both hands up between her legs was crying out in
ecstasy as I suspect she experienced the biggest orgasm
of her short life.
I had but hotter plans and with remarkably little
difficulty stripped both girls entirely and then had
Jenna lie full length on top of Sally, face down...
their breasts making contact and both pussies fully
accessible, being but centimetres apart.
Fucking both alternately as she and Sally kissed was
something less than a hardship let's say! Wasn't a
whole lot of point one might surmise, given my stock-
levels, but with two pairs of incredibly spread legs in
my direct line of vision, hot little slits with cum
trickling out of both, not to mention Jenna's curvy
little bum begging for a feel, what the hell else was I
gonna do? Read them a bedtime story?
I think I came... Don't know if either noticed -
kissing, fondling and generally messing around with
each other's bodies as they were. I figured it was
definitely time to give Dennis Quaid and the frozen
Empire State Building the flick.
That Sally was going to stay the night was not even up
for discussion. She just rang home and said she was
making it a sleepover with her friend. "Jesus," I was
thinking, If her dad could just see her on the other
end of her cell phone. Face-down naked on the bed in a
hotel suite, her panties and bra scattered around the
room, with another naked sixteen year old girl running
her hands down her back and across her bottom as she
was talking. Not to mention having cum still running
out of her with the likelihood of this being replaced
during the next few hours in many a different fashion.
We went to bed there and then. To begin with, I had the
two girls lying side by side. With little I could
realistically contribute for a while I wanted them to
just enjoy each other's bodies with total freedom. I
hadn't counted on this being soo damn hot though and
although in darkness, their sighs, gasps and wriggling
was just murder. Sporadic mutters here and there of
"Yessss, keep sucking like that" and "Push in further
Jenna," or even, "Kiss me there," were not conducive to
sleep let me tell you.
After maybe an hour of this on-going torture, I just
leaned over and grabbed the nearest little body and
pulled her on top of me. I knew, almost immediately it
was Sally, just by her scent. She lay there on her back
as with one hand I began fondling her breasts and
nipples (How similar were they to Jenna's too) while
with the other, I spread her labia and began rubbing
her the length of her slit paying especial attention to
her clearly distended little clit. Now this was
something I knew I had a latent talent for – getting
little girls hot!
Bringing a girl to the point of utter ecstasy I find
supremely arousing and almost line ball with actual
intercourse. It's a good fall-back too (as it were)
when one finds oneself a tad low on fuel after a few
frenetic hours. On this particular occasion, Sally was
literally shivering with pleasure as I caressed her
every intimate part.
The orgasm which overtook her was a doozy and I didn't
hear too much more from her for quite a while. I
dragged Jenna atop me next and set about her nipples
and pussy with unabandoned delight. Just having a young
girl's hair flopping in your face as they lie on your
chest whilst you indecently assault them is I have to
say, a most pleasurable experience.
There were actual periods of sleep that night... or at
least times at which the girls were probably just
passing-out with pleasure. I remember waking at one
point, to find some hot little harlot lying on me face
down, trying to manipulate my cock up inside her.
Barely conscious, I smacked her little bum and said "Go
to sleep Jenna," to which she giggled and whispered
"It's Sally!" Ever the considerate adult, I let her
have her way!
Awaking first, the sight that met my eyes was just too
beautiful for words. I had to pull the covers down
momentarily to take in the full aspect. Jenna, sound
asleep on her back, her legs apart with her own small
hand resting atop her pussy. Sally was on her side, her
back to me, the wonderful curves of her hips, bottom
and lower back plainly evident.
She snuggled up against Jenna, she had an arm around
her shoulders, her face half buried in Jenna's hair
nuzzling her neck. Both girls' firm and proud breasts,
nipples their normal size once more, were gently moving
rhythmically to their owner's gentle breathing. The
sight absolutely entranced me and I just sat there
looking at this beautiful tableau. Quite honestly it
almost brought tears to my eyes, such innocence and
youthful purity did it represent. Where the hell is
David Hamilton when you need him?
Awaking them eventually I kissed both and suggested
they had a refreshing shower. I wanted more than
anything to join them but this I felt was something
they could and should enjoy together. Much as I would
have liked to just watch them, I didn't. I knew this
had been the right decision when after some twenty
minutes almost (They must have near-emptied the entire
Hotel's hot water supplies) they emerged in bathrobes
not just glowing, but holding hands and obviously
having experienced a closeness that was for ever to be
a loving recollection in their own memories. There are
definitely times between girls that a man is just not
needed.
"Thanks Dad," said Jenna, squeezing my hand as she went
past to get her clothes. I knew exactly what she meant.
We had a superb breakfast and talked more between
ourselves in that hour or so than we had the entire
previous evening. What was imminent though I really
didn't want to acknowledge. Sally would have to go home
and we had to head back to London.
Just looking at them in the morning light I could see
just how young sixteen really is. All the promise of
youth, the beauty of approaching womanhood, the
perfection of a girl's body at that juncture. I wanted
to take them back to bed... but the night had passed,
the opportunity had been taken up and the memories
filed. To have aspired to further pleasures would be to
insult, if not denigrate what magic had been
experienced between us.
We had arranged to drop Sally off just around the
corner from her home and this, by negating the
opportunity for stressful and drawn-out goodbyes might
have proven a blessing. As it was, kissing Sally and
thanking her for the most beautiful of nights was
ultimately a miserable experience, knowing that more
than anything I wanted to keep her with me. Jenna too
hugged her as she might have Kylie and promised to stay
in touch when she got back to Australia. The last we
saw of her, she turned and smiled prettily, though with
a touch of sadness I thought, as she rounded the
corner.
Neither of us said much for a few miles.
"I'm going to miss her dad," Jenna said suddenly, tears
welling in her eyes. It was quite the last thing I
wanted to hear. I pulled over.
Nursing her for a while like the little girl she really
is, I wasn't without the need for a Kleenex or two
myself.
© Peter_Pan 2005
http://www.lulu.com/content/106537
Published autobiography at:
http://www.lulu.com/content/74426
"Imagine For A Moment:
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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