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Halfway to Heaven: Harper Delivers
by Peter Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)
***
Follows directly on from "Harper Valley: They Shoot
Hussies Don't They?" (Mf, ped, inc, 1st, orgy)
***
Released finally, Jenna struggled, still fully
embarrassed, up to a sitting position, legs hunched
tightly together now and her hands splayed protectively
across whatever portion of her lower pussy might still
be available to public scrutiny She didn't even seem
concerned about her bare breasts or the talcum powder
still in evidence on their upper surface and which
created the least perceptible eddies of white dust as
she wriggled about. To say she looked hot would be the
understatement of the century.
Kirsten, fresh from her own spectator-friendly dusting,
moved across to her so that the two girls huddled
together now in the center of the quilt, unmolested but
ultimately coveted.
Trust Brad to break the ice.
"C'mon Jenna," he pleaded, one arm up wrapped around
Chloe as he held her to him – unnecessarily high up
around her chest area, not that she was complaining,
"Don't close up those pretty legs now sweetie,
specially after Sandy worked her butt off to give you
the hottest little pussy in the house."
Never one to leave confusion as to his meaning, Jenna
just blushed and giggled nevertheless.
Speaking of Sandy's butt however, it appeared to me she
was reversing exactly that piece of her anatomy up
against Warwick's crotch as they stood against the far
wall. Not to be overshadowed in the creativity
department, his hands I noticed, had dropped from her
shoulders to her well delineated breast-line and were
making progress in a southerly direction beneath her
bra, that as yet was a totally unknown quantity, having
yet to make its public debut.
Connor I noticed, bequeathed many a concerned glance in
his decidedly cute partner's direction, although it
must be said, he had latched on to Larissa's waist
rather firmly and was pulling her down onto his lap as
he sat in the vacant chair behind the two of them. I
was monitoring that situation carefully myself!
Right at that second though to be honest, there really
was no other girl in that room as far as I was
concerned but Kylie. Clad only in her skirt and
knickers that she had somehow found time and
opportunity to retrieve from the far side of the room,
I had her straddle my knee facing me. Smiling prettily,
her love unconditional and I knew limitless, I was
seized by an overpowering urge to just take her home...
leave everyone else there to their own devices and then
just fuck her to the edge of sanity in my own bed for
the rest of the day and night.
She has had that effect on me since first I spanked her
shapely little bottom that hot summer evening when she
was just fifteen and which was recalled you might
remember in It Came Upon A Midnight Clear.
As it was, I just looked at her. The perfection of her
body – for such it is. Her beautiful face that for all
her sexy exploits these past few months has retained
(as have all three of them) a look of complete
innocence somehow. To meet her, you would never doubt
she was a virgin. As she sat there, her arms around my
neck, her proud breasts jutting forward inviting my
touch, I was struck by the fact that I was seeing her,
perhaps for the first time, as a woman and not my
daughter. The love I felt for her most certainly
transcended the parental bond that existed.
"What are you thinking dad?" she asked softly, those
beautiful hazel eyes wide open, almost pleading.
"I was thinking just how much I love you Kylie," I
replied eventually and how I must be the luckiest man
on this planet having you three for daughters."
Looking at me quizzically for a moment she leaned
forward and kissed me. "Make love to me dad," was all
she whispered.
Now there really was no-one else in the room!
There was plenty going on around me but I wasn't
watching. All I wanted was seated on my lap, her legs
spread sufficiently to arouse, not enough to invite
being labelled "tacky." As she fumbled beneath my zip,
finally extricating that fascinating piece of equipment
which had been instrumental in her own creation just
seventeen years ago, I knew this was to be no frenzied
coupling.
She made it feel like my first time. I think in some
ways it was.
Holding her around her bottom I watched as she guided
the head in between those wondrously soft lips, sighing
but audibly, as my shaft sank deep inside her. Now I
pulled her towards me as I leaned forward and kissed
her breasts which made her arch her back in pleasure.
So prominent were her nipples I began to suckle her
like a child as I set up a deliciously rhythmic
penetration.
Once again I found, as others have commented of late,
the quite obviously milky discharge from her nipples
incredibly arousing and which caused me to suck her
harder as I fingered her. For several moments we said
nothing, just gazing at one another's escalating
pleasure and fulfilling a need that would likely be
damned by every behavioral-expert in the free world.
This was no occasion to be yelling out "Fuck me dad,"
or "Love your hot little cunt Kylie," it was an
occasion to say nothing and to feel everything.
Frequently I would stop moving altogether just savoring
the feeling of being deep inside her, while I caressed
her breasts, her face, even her slender arms and
shoulders. Each time I would recommence penetration she
would let out a little gasp of pleasure.
Eventually the urgency built in both of us and quite
without the need to up the tempo to frenetic levels of
animalistic rutting, we just let it peak. She came
almost to the second that I parted company with several
million chromosomes queued up at Mezzanine level -
their boarding passes at the ready.
Kylie and I have shared several beautiful moments both
before and after this particular interlude. None though
have quite reached the intimacy and complete
integration of our inner-selves that was achieved at
Connor's house that day.
Speaking of Connor, he surely didn't have to be doing
so thorough a job on Larissa's erotic zones? Goddammit,
at least I was having the good taste to keep it all in
the family! Watching with what one might term an almost
hybrid emotional detachment - part anger, part arousal,
part acceptance and full-time jealousy, I stared as
Larissa lay back on him, everything but her knickers
scattered to the four winds, as his hands groped her
breasts rather lewdly while she herself, legs splayed
like a ten dollar whore I rather cruelly observed, held
her panties aside for him. Availing himself of her open
invitation, his cock was sunk in her up to the hilt. He
was fucking her senseless much to their joint pleasure.
Was she I realised, any less guilty of lustful excess
than myself... or even my own daughters? How must Kylie
have looked sitting on her father's lap unable to get
enough of his not inconsiderable erection up inside
her? Despite having openly and unconditionally agreed
to Larissa's total freedom at these get-togethers, it
was obvious I really needed a few intense sessions of
anger-management.
With Kylie slumped now across my chest, just hugging me
close and half asleep from her recent exertions, it
gave me the opportunity to catch up visually on the
state of play (as it were) wall to wall.
To our left and pretty much at the foot of the bed on
the floor, Chloe was learning way more from Brad than I
would imagine she'd picked up in her first year at High
School. With his hand down the young girl's top, he was
doing things to her breasts and nipples that I don't
think even the Kama Sutra covers.
For her part, she was sitting there giggling, her dress
far enough up her thighs to raise the blood pressure
let's say. Whether he had gotten it out himself or had
coerced Chloe to, the little girl was now sliding her
hand up and down his very erect shaft. I don't think
she was looking for lesions either. Brad was whispering
inaudible words of encouragement and beginning now to
pull the straps down her arms causing her to giggle
more.
Almost directly opposite was definitely the real deal
as far as I was concerned, always assuming one can
preclude the nefarious activities being enacted mid
quilt by cute little Kirsten and my third daughter,
whose shame would appear to recognise no boundaries
apparently – more on this below!
Natalie who quite obviously appears to be developing if
not a crush then a profound liking for George's
attentions, was sitting side-saddle on her white knight
and allowing him to indulge his every fantasy – most of
mine too! Her arms tightly around his neck, she was
wriggling her bottom in unqualified pleasure as the
hand well up beneath her skirt, was most likely inside
her panties or applying pressure to some strategic
areas along her San Andreas faultline. In the event of
digitised entry, I was hoping George would not find too
distasteful the recent sticky deposits left there,
following Connor's somewhat insensitive but defining
"rape" but forty minutes earlier.
I've said this before but with George there is a
clearly layered gentility, a sensed respect for each
girl. Quite honestly I would be more than happy to have
all three of them sleep with him together. That he
would routinely fuck them stupid is a foregone
conclusion but how culturally would it be transacted
and how much would the three of them enjoy it? So long
as I had Larissa in the other room, I would happily
give up the main bedroom. Harper Valley On the Home
Front, I'm thinking!
As I watched, I could see it was Natalie herself
seizing the initiative. If not the initiative, it was
something equally interesting she had a hold of, to
judge by George's suddenly angled vision downwards, not
to mention Natalie's efforts to part her legs at least
as far as that little skirt would allow. Goddamn it,
she was inching her hips forward across his lap, her
knees bent now, and quite obviously guiding George's
pride and joy due west, presumably to join his fingers
in their inter-vaginal work-out. She was actually
letting him fuck her side-on!
I made a mental note to try that myself when I got her
home. Right at that moment though, Natalie looked
across and seeing me gazing at her, smiled the hottest
tease of a smile you ever saw, one that pretty much put
Jenna's best efforts in the shade. The combination of
Natalie's lovely flushed face and the fact that her hot
little body was being so sweetly used and abused, was
driving me to utter distraction. Had Kylie not been so
flaked-out I would have taken her down the same road as
her sister... only far less demurely!
At the angle she was sitting, Natalie was having to do
most of the work herself but this evidently was
something less than a chore given the imminent pay-off.
With her arms locked around his neck, as much to allow
her bottom traction on his lap as anything else, she
was making a series of hot little gasps and murmurs
even as George commenced shunting her full of his own
Vintage 04. Barely mid-delivery and he began to kiss
her with what I knew to be genuine loving passion. It
was as ritualistically moving as it was aesthetically
arousing.
Then, much as a cat brings in a mouse, fundamentally to
demonstrate its prowess as a hunter, Natalie took
George's hand and tugged it right up between her legs –
quite obviously to allow him to feel up close and
personal the likely saturated condition of her panties
– the resulting outflow of course directly attributable
to their shared inter-coital bliss.
This wasn't doing my heart any good. Neither was what
Graham was doing to Brianna. Stretched out on her back
on the edge of the bed, he had persuaded both Jenna and
Kirsten (not that Jenna would have taken much
persuading) to defer their own little exploratories and
to pull her top off, including the bra, then to hold
Brianna's arms tightly over her head. With her hips
literally on the edge of the quilt, he was in the
process of divesting her of both her skirt and little
cotton briefs (an activity I know Brianna always
enjoys).
Thus denuded, to say her situation looked vulnerable
would be to state the obvious. Completely naked, she
looked up at her captor with that 'helpless little
girl' expression every man craves. Kneeling in front of
her (and barely three feet from where Brad had his
hands well up inside Chloe's panties performing various
unsubtle insertions) he held Brianna's legs well apart
- a move that merely highlighted her wonderfully curved
mound and slit. It was the work of maybe three seconds
to impale her with his weapon of choice.
Unlike George's tender handling of Natalie – this was
more akin to a Navy Seal taking out the nearest coastal
defender. Even Brianna gasped as he pushed hard up into
her. I could see Kirsten's little face creased with
intrigue at her father's modus operendi – school was
definitely in! Jenna whispered something to her
pinioned friend as Graham began setting up his rhythm.
Knowing her, it would have been something disgusting.
Her perfectly shaped breasts were jiggling hard as he
really unwound and began spreading her legs even wider.
Not much affection in evidence, but you couldn't knock
the passion on display. The fact he was paying either
daughter of his, so little interest as he fucked
Brianna silly, was a sure indictment of the value he
ascribes to the need for work-place concentration.
If I have given the impression Brianna was not enjoying
her confinement then I must apologise. More than happy
to be raped hard, she was using every girlish ploy to
ensure her partner's on-going arousal. Whimpers,
pleading looks, fake struggles, forward hip thrusts –
the entire repertoire. I have no doubt she had his cock
vaginally clamped and under threat of death if it
didn't deliver the goods on time. She had no worries in
that department however. He muttered something to the
effect that she was the 'fuck of the decade' or words
to that effect, and then simply jerked himself to a
standstill filling her beautifully engineered little
receptacle to the brim – and beyond.
And then there was Warwick. Poor guy, so out of his
depth a lifejacket would have been next to useless. A
substantial contrast exists between helping to hold
down a young schoolgirl and affording her pleasures the
like of which she can only dream and squaring off
against a virile and experienced little dervish in her
mid-twenties who knows exactly what it takes to trip
her wire. Warwick was finding out the difference!
On his back and glancing around like he was waiting for
roadside assistance, Warwick bore Sandy, down to her
bare essentials, those being her wristwatch and
earrings, astride him (never did get to see the color
of her bra or panties). She was in control. Unable to
see unfortunately that which Warwick must have been
privy to, the view nevertheless was not hard to bear.
Sandy's firm little bum rather pleasantly a-quiver as
she rode her partner into the ground. Locked into a
rhythm that appeared to be causing Warwick breathing
difficulties, Sandy was arching her back in pleasure
encouraging his digital exploration of her breasts. So
into it was she, I couldn't help thinking it was just
as well there were no heat-seeking missiles in the
area.
Kylie was beginning to stir slightly. Raising her
pretty face she kissed me and muttered something like
"Mmmm that was sooo nice dad!" Like I hadn't noticed?
What I did notice right that second though was Brad
suddenly materialising from God knows where, taking
Kylie' hand and asking her if she would "like to spend
a little time with him?" I was about to deflate the
guy's dreams and ego – in that order, by suggesting he
go take a long walk on a short pier, when who should I
see standing unobtrusively if not a little nervously
behind him... but Chloe. Shoving Kylie off with a quick
"Have fun sweetheart," I patted my lap.
I recall mentioning several episodes back that with the
plethora of beautiful young fifteen and sixteen year
old girls in the 'Valley' (not to mention at home) I
had no interest whatsoever in the substantially under-
age cuties, after all I was purporting to have some
pride! Well, I lied!
Looking at little Chloe standing there, despite Brad's
insensitive treatment of her unassailably innocent body
but minutes earlier, whatever strictures I had placed
on my behavioral aspects were erased in nanoseconds.
As she clambered up on to my knee I could but marvel at
the quality control levels God has implemented in his
cosmic planning and production area.
"Well this is most pleasant," I said to her. "To what
do I owe this pleasure?"
Looking a little unsure of herself she simply replied,
"Jenna said to come over and say hello to you." Making
herself quite comfy and putting her arms around my
neck, she inclined her head and whispered,
"I didn't really like Mr Archer much. He's not very
gentle is he?"
I just looked at that beautiful little face. "No
sweetheart," I answered, "Brad hasn't much of a clue
has he?" She giggled and presented, perhaps
unintentionally, the most kissable little pair of lips
in my direction. I didn't see a thirteen-year old girl
right then. I saw a profoundly desirable young female,
fully aware of her own sexuality and who simply needed
the call answered.
I kissed her and for a few seconds just held her in my
arms, exchanging thoughts, impressions, needs and
probably links that neither of us properly understood.
She snuggled into me.
"I feel safe with you," she whispered.
Poor baby, I didn't have the heart to tell her my
middle name was "De Sade."
She was doing things to me. Am I to blame if my hands
began to stray? For one thing, never having apportioned
a goodly amount of time to the investigation of breasts
so tender and so arousingly new, I was finding the
experience delightful to say the least. Easily cupped
in my palm, even through her bra, she was no reluctant
temptress from the outset. Watching her as I fondled
the incredibly soft swellings, there could be no doubt
her own pleasures mirrored my own.
"Are you OK with this sweetheart?" I asked her. The
lightest but sweetest of little kisses put paid to that
ponderance.
Just thirteen she might have been, but nature
fortunately, circumnavigates social etiquette and
whether by design or intent, those wonderful little
nipples were growing at a rate of knots. Slipping my
hand down inside her bra as I kissed her, I felt her
wriggle in pleasure as I began to knead gently those
beautiful light brown drinking accessories. Interesting
I was thinking, how even at that age, stimulation of
that particular area was setting in motion the
procreative urges and causing her to spread her legs
perceptibly.
I could live with that!
I don't usually do my best work with an audience on
hand but this time I was happy to make an exception.
Having slipped quite obviously, their panties and tops
back on, Jenna and Kirsten, their quilt-based
performance at an end, were now kneeling alongside my
chair, Kirsten especially eyeing her sister's progress.
I noticed Graham too had sidled over, Brianna in tow -
still glowing from her rough, if not grossly indecent
treatment.
Glancing around the room, I couldn't see Kylie at all –
nor Brad come to that. No great deductive process was
necessary to conclude then that some cosy little
bedroom nearby was now playing host to my daughter's
renewed sexual abuse. I just hoped he had her on his
own. I made a mental note to check out the situation a
little later. Looking down at that curvy little tease
on my lap – much later!
From across the room suddenly, "Come on Noel, lets see
her tits then," Warwick was such an eloquent speaker!
Sandy had achieved her mission quite obviously and was
allowing him to get to his feet.
As it happened, I was in the very process of undoing a
couple of Chloe's top buttons when what should I find?
– but the most convenient of little front-loading bras.
Unhooking the clasp as she gazed downwards, wide-eyed
at my progress, I was rewarded instantly by the sight
of her completely exposed and well-formed little
mounds. Loudest gasp came from her baby sister whose
eyes were twin saucers at that stage.
Experimentally cupping one side, I began to lightly
fondle her, which served only to make Chloe murmur as I
played with those fully erect little nipples. Watching
a girl's transition from shocked pleasure to full-on
arousal and ultimately to glazed need is as good as it
gets. Couldn't have been that uninteresting to Graham
either. He was kneeling now behind Jenna and Kirsten,
one arm enclosing my daughter's breasts, the other
draped around Kirsten's waist and beginning to fondle
what tiny mounds she possessed. She looked up at her
dad in shock – but did nothing to move his hand I
noted. Jenna just giggled and snuggled closer in.
Chloe was looking at me with that damn pleading look
girls get! I sent one hand on ahead in scouting mode.
Slipping my hands between her knees, causing her dress
to ride up her thighs fractionally, brought forth a
little gasp. Sliding my hand along her inner thigh
brought on several more. The discovery that she had
obviously pulled her knickers back on, far from being
disappointing, made it hotter still. Never come across
a young girl yet who didn't gasp with both anticipation
and coy pleasure at that very first contact between
fingers and the outer curve of her hot little panties.
Chloe was no different and as I softly depressed the
thin cotton directly between her vaginal entry, she
gave an involuntary wriggle as well.
Kirsten's eyes I noticed were locked-on to her older
sister's noticeably parted legs and what was being
effected between the tops of them. She was also
beginning to wriggle herself somewhat, from her
father's therapeutic ministrations. Openly rubbing
Jenna's breasts also with his right hand, it was
patently obvious, courtesy of what was spilling out of
her top, that she had neither the time nor probably the
inclination, to replace her missing bra. He was getting
her just so hot!
Chloe I could see, was hotter. Slipping my hand well
down inside her panties now, I found my fingers in a
wonderland Alice could never have dreamed about.
Locating her small but pronounced clitoris I started
being extremely naughty, stimulating both it, as well
as her entire labia, with firm and deep strokes. At the
point I actually pushed two fingers inside her for the
first time she was completely given over to the
sensations invading her. For my part, I can only assume
Chloe thought she was sitting on a rock-lobster.
"Take her panties off dad." It was Jenna, who else?
Kirsten tossed her a quick glance and seeing her
father's hand openly massaging Jenna's right breast
that was now fully clear of her top, kinda half-choked
and settled back on her haunches.
Wishing only to please, I seized a hold of the elastic
and tugged the little critters clean down to her
ankles. Chloe herself did the rest. With her dress now
gathered up at the waist pretty much, everyone was
privy then to view her innermost secrets. I parted her
legs more which brought a collective gasp from a highly
appreciative audience, not the least reactionary of
which was her father.
As I continued plying my trade, separating those quite
moist lips as they now were and gently fingering her to
previously unfathomed depths, Graham left off fondling
his youngest daughter and seemed to be positioning
himself behind Jenna. Her sudden little yelp of
surprise and glance behind her, would suggest he had
his hands (or something more sinister) in rather close
proximity to her bottom.
I was meanwhile allowing my other hand the luxury of
smoothing over Chloe's little bottom – skin to skin...
the only way to undertake such a mission. So perfectly
built was she, I marvelled at her flat tummy, lightly
flared hips and smooth as silk thighs. My own erection
was pleading for clemency and despite the conflicting
emotions present – "She's thirteen for Christ's sake,"
"You're talking sex with young children here," "Get a
grip on reality you paedophile," I wanted her any which
way you spliced it. Worse still – I think she wanted
it!
I mean lets face it, what thirteen year old girl would
drape herself all over a middle-aged delinquent like me
(with her father watching), let him expose her breasts,
take her panties off, finger her pussy and rub her bum,
if she didn't have at least a game-plan? She was hot
for it don't you worry!
Manoeuvering her slightly on to her side, with her
bottom angled towards her father and the two girls
kneeling there entranced, I figured it was time Chloe
replenished if not enhanced her biological knowledge.
My zip thus cleared of hot young girl, I "encouraged"
lets say, her own embryonic voyage of discovery.
Without actually giving her directional instructions, I
simply ensured her left hand came "accidentally" into
contact with whatever it might be lurking there but
inches from her midriff. The girl's eyes were hungry
for more input when somehow, that damn zip slipped
down. Following her flushed glance, I just whispered to
her, "It's OK sweetheart, feel free to check out the
weaponry."
Not sure she caught my allegorical meaning but she did
move her small hand in exactly the right direction.
Slipping that cool little hand into my boxers she found
something to interest her.
"I've never really touched a boy before,' she
whispered, blushing deeply.
A friend for life now after calling me a boy, I just
shrugged, "Well that's OK Chloe," I replied, "I've
never been touched by such a sweet and pretty little
girl as you either." Was that ever the truth?
The feeling of her soft little hand as it felt its
obliquely virginal way along my rapidly engorging shaft
was definitely in the "one small step for man" category
and hell, Armstrong only got to kick up a bit of dust.
My eagle was yet to land!
If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes I wouldn't have
believed it. So caught up emotionally was young Kirsten
watching me caress her sister's breasts and bottom
while she gradually withdrew my erection, that I saw
her own hands slipping up under her skirt where I'm
sure they found something interesting to play with. I
wondered if the little poppet was wet there at that
juncture.
Perfectly set up as we were, I had only to support
Chloe's right leg at the base of her thigh, slightly
higher than the chair arm, and voila, an impressive
window of opportunity. How erotically catalysing, those
neat little blonde curls framing that hot portal of
desire. She stared down, quite understandably with a
degree of anxiety as I placed the head of my erection
at the very gate.
"You won't hurt me will you?" she whispered, so unsure
and so beautifully inexperienced.
"I'd see myself dead before that happens sweetheart," I
promised her. She smiled up at me rather bravely I
thought. I had to kiss her.
When I peruse the nostalgia files, I like to think I
have experienced at times, the very best this world has
had to offer over a period of years. Nothing however
quite measures up to the sheer intensity and fulfilling
ecstasy that pushing some two inches or so in between
Chloe's quite swollen labia achieved for me that
particular morning.
Clinging so tightly to me, her little expression ran
the gamut of utter pleasure, youthful apprehension and
sexual insecurity. Holding her leg even higher I pushed
further in, albeit slowly and as lovingly as I was able
to muster. At the point her hymen made its presence
known, I hit "reverse astern."
It was obviously too much for Graham. Seeing his
daughter being penetrated for the first time, one can
understand his need for localised physical release.
Dragging Jenna suddenly to her feet, he shoved her
forward until she was forced to grip the arm of the
chair behind Chloe for support. Spreading her legs as
if he were about to conduct a full body search, I was
half aware of him pulling her panties down roughly
while at the same time tugging free his own erection.
Far from perturbed by this rude assault, Jenna caught
my eye and it was obvious she was clearly enjoying the
game. With her head only inches now from mine, her hair
was falling around Chloe's neck. I saw her eyes opening
wide as Graham, seizing her around the hips, pushed up
into her.
Just what little Kirsten was thinking God only knows.
I'd guarantee her fingers were busy though
"Oh God," Jenna muttered as his first thrust caused her
pretty breasts to jiggle, fully free of her top as they
still were. She leaned forward even more, wanting
obviously to give him complete rear access to her
recently shaved pussy. I was wondering if she felt like
a twelve year old?
Trying my best to concentrate on Chloe's education,
this was proving a major distraction. Having one's
daughter seriously fucked, with her face but six inches
from your own, is not conducive to third-party
concentration let me tell you. Still applying pressure
to Chloe's hymen and feeling her wriggle with
understandable tension building up, I turned to Jenna
just as she pleaded in so arousing a little voice,
"Kiss me dad." Watching your daughter being fucked is
bad enough... being asked to kiss her while its
happening, is lava-heat!
The kiss was wonderful. Chloe's mournful cry of
"Ohhhhhh!" as I forgot my obligation and promise not to
hurt her, brought me back to earth. I had just wanted
to do to her what was being done to Jenna.
"Sorry sweetheart," I told her. "Just a little carried
away there." I added, unacceptable an excuse as it was.
"Its OK," she managed to get out. "Just hurts a
little."
"We can stop if you like." I offered, still a
centimetre or so inside her and just penetrating her
marginally. God damn, so tight was she I wouldn't have
needed to do too much more before I came.
"No, I really want you to do it to me," she admitted.
"Just go slowly please."
Graham was taking Jenna now like a professional,
literally ramming it hard up into her, his hands
holding her tight around the bottom as he really began
fucking her silly. It was just a matter of time I could
see.
No sooner had I recommenced upon the gentlest of
rhythms upon the gates of the city, than her father
began breathing hard and staring at his daughter's
exposed little bum (he had the choice of two to gaze
at!) Putting his right hand on it and without any
warning whatsoever, he pushed against her rear cheeks
hard, exactly as I thrust upwards.
"Dad," she cried out – a mixture of pain and surprise
registering on her face. Seeing tears begin to well in
those lovely little eyes, but knowing what had happened
– besides, I could feel something beginning to trickle
out of her, I figured it was undoubtedly the best
therapy for her if I kept going.
With no obstacle now, I was able to penetrate that
lovely little slit to its ultimate depth. Very quickly,
her undoubted pain was replaced by feelings far
preferable. She began now to thrust her little hips up
towards me and I knew that kissing her would only
further serve to disassociate the pain barrier.
"That's it sweetheart, let him fuck you," said Graham,
between short breaths, just about at Release Grand
Central himself. I noticed tiny beads of sweat on
Jenna's brow, as her partner simply rocked her world
stupid. Thing is, all I wanted I realised, was to cum
big-time in this beautiful little virgin-come-lately on
my lap. Seems like she was of a similar need,
completely fucking me back now and happy to have her
legs pulled ever wider apart.
"Ohh dad, he's fucking me soo hard," Jenna whispered in
her passion. I was about to say "Yeah well, isn't that
just how you like it sweetie?" when I realised I
couldn't speak. Every facet of my existence was
suddenly centered on this thirteen year old siren's
little pussy who's muscles, fully unused to date, were
even now gripping my cock deep within her."
"Keep fucking me," she managed to get out as I
penetrated her deeper still. "It doesn't hurt now –
really... it feels soo hot!" She got that right!
"Oh fuck Jenna," was Graham's short message "And I
thought Brianna was hot." He added. Then, silenced
temporarily, he began filling Jenna with something she
really has developed a liking for - hot cum.
Had to say goodbye to my own at that point as Chloe's
on-going clamped pressure pushed my procreative urges
right over the red line. Just the expression on her
face as she looked down between her legs, feeling for
the first time a man's sperm filling her young pussy. I
think on this occasion however, I was the one
experiencing multiple orgasms.
I kissed her tenderly, her pretty hair damp now around
the edges from our joint exertions. With Jenna still
bent over and holding on to the chair arm, I could see
she was at exhaustion point. Lifting her by the chin, I
kissed her too. A trickle of sweat ran down her
cleavage – I could only imagine what it felt like
between her legs.
From what I could see, most everyone else had gotten a
hold of someone else's partner during the recent tag-
team event. A few, really were eyebrow raising. Natalie
and Larissa together in the far corner for instance –
what incredibly hot fumblings had gone down there I
wondered? Both were flushed and holding on to their
pussies in a manner suggesting they had discovered a
whole new ball-game in terms of same-sex arousal. And I
missed it!
Resolving to go find Kylie, I eased Chloe off me
gently. Her father took her and Kirsten by the arm and
guided them to an empty chair. They had a lot to talk
about.
Already, Jenna had pulled her panties back up and was
sitting on the edge of the bed with George talking
animatedly. She was going to be fine for quite a
while... so was he!
Decent and zipped up, I announced I would be back soon
and went looking for Kyles.
I was right about the bedroom, even correct in my
hopeful supposition that she would be spared multiple
partners. Brad was alone with her alright! It was only
when I had entered unannounced that I was to see why
though. No wonder he hadn't wanted to share her.
You might recall, Brad has had a long-term fixation
with Kylie in terms of doing stuff to her that
oversteps the bounds of user-friendly sex you might
say. Put it this way, much as he seems to love spanking
and fondling her bottom, he has always harbored a
darker fantasy, one that I have had to prevent in times
past. Today, I was too late.
At first I didn't even notice.
As the door swung open, I saw Kylie in her now normal,
if not preferred pose – down on all fours, facing me,
her bum invitingly high. Brad was behind her having the
time of his life, both hands fondling her breasts for
all he was worth as he fucked her. The frontal view I
have to say was arousing in the extreme.
So engrossed was Brad in his pleasures, he didn't even
bother slowing up when I walked in. It was Kylie's
shocked look and her gasp of "Ohhh dad, I'm so sorry,"
that tripped my suspicion. After all, having seen her
being fucked every which way and with multiple partners
– what was to apologise for?
Walking over to them and with Brad still so engrossed
in his endeavors, I had to admire his total devotion to
a cause. It was the cause itself that rendered me
completely speechless.
As I neared the far side of the bed and at the point
Kylie's pretty little bottom was exposed in all its
curvy glory – after all, she was completely naked, I
noticed two things. Both her cheeks were near scarlet –
having been obviously on the end of one protracted
spanking and secondly, her pussy, wide open and seeping
cum visibly, was not only fully exposed between her
gaping legs – it was empty. What do I mean by empty?
Simple, although I can barely bring myself to pen these
words, Brad's cock was as far up inside her bum as he
could get it.
In contrast to her cries of "noooo" and "I don't like
it" which issued from her sexy little lips when Brad
last trod this forbidden highway, here she was not far
off total ecstasy judging by her glazed demeanor as he
thrust into her hard, causing her to have to steady
herself on her forearms. "Oh Fuck Kylie," Brad cried
involuntarily, as his next penetrative incursion
resulted in his coming deep in her upper channel.
I couldn't believe that which began trickling out of
her as he withdrew, not to mention a renewed outpouring
of sticky stuff, the source of which was obvious, which
fairly squirted from her pussy. It all ran together and
down the inside of her legs. She just knelt there
gasping, her hair noticeably damp around the hairline.
Despite my distaste at proceedings – just how hot she
looked at that moment defies credible belief.
"Anyone got anything to say?" I asked, not sure whether
I felt like crying, punching Brad out, punching Kylie
out or getting up behind her to take over!
"I asked her Noel, I really did?" he half-muttered.
"Oh really Brad?" I replied. "Was that before or after
you spanked her?"
"She wanted that too," he insisted. "I just said to her
if she'd just try it, I know she'd like it." Judging by
what I just saw, I hate to admit it, but he was right!
"She was just soo wet and lubed up, it didn't hurt
her," he added. I glanced at him like that was more
information than I actually needed.
"This true Kyles?" I asked her. She was seated on the
bed now, hugging herself. She nodded.
"You were happy to let him fuck you in the bum?" She
just looked at me. Unfortunately still in ecstasy more
than anything else, I felt.
"How come now Kylie? When you were pleading with him
not to, last time?' I asked.
"I don't know dad," she uttered slowly, barely above a
whisper. "I suppose I just wanted to try it."
"Have you done it to her many times this afternoon
Brad?" I asked, looking across at him. Their sudden
glance at one another answered that question.
"Well now what?" I said, "You want me to do it to you
as well?"
A few tears began forming and glancing across at Brad,
he got the message and slunk out of the room. I
suddenly felt terrible.
Sitting beside her, I hugged her and for once was
almost lost for words.
"Sorry, I'm just shocked baby, that's all," I told her.
"Nothing I won't get over. You haven't done anything
wrong sweetheart and I should never have made you feel
bad about it. C'mon get your clothes on and maybe we'll
all go home early today – I think your sisters have had
enough too... well, maybe not Jenna!" I added as an
afterthought.
At least that brought a smile.
As good as my word, we returned to the main bedroom and
sensing that all was not as it should be, Natalie and
Jenna (down on her knees sucking Warwick this time –
the girl has a problem!) agreed to go home without
further argument. The decision was not well received by
either Connor or most of the girls. George of course
knew I must have had my reasons.
On the way home, try as I might, I could not eject from
my memory those searing images of Kylie on that bed,
panting with lust, as Brad took her down into dark
territory. Given the chance, would she I wonder, have
let three men take her at once?
Worse still, would I?
© Peter_Pan 2005
http://www.lulu.com/content/106537
Published autobiography at:
http://www.lulu.com/content/74426
"Imagine For A Moment:
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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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