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Harper Valley: New Blood
by Peter Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)
***
Follows on from "You Never Know Your Luck at Harper
Valley" available further down this page. Nothing can
stay secret for ever and my biggest fear had been that
one day Natalie might discover the truth about Harper
Valley. In hindsight, I should have expected it! (Mf,
ped, inc, mast)
***
Following consecutive long and majorly hot showers, a
little later that evening, I had noth girls change into
their nightdresses ahead of a well-deserved early
night. Retrieving the antiseptic cream, I made them
both lay side by side and with their knickers off,
rubbed the cool ointment into both their very red and
slightly swollen labia.
Jenna especially was rather puffy in that general
location. Curiously this was effected with no sexual
arousement at all. I think it must have felt just so
soothing and relaxing for them. It reminded me so much
of when they were little – around seven and eight, when
I had often to tend various rashes that all three of
them developed. As I applied one last layer however,
smoothing it well inside their moist lips, I failed to
hear the bedroom door open.
"Oh my God dad, what’s going on here?"
Natalie had come home early!
So... despite my every precaution, disclosure now
seemed inevitable. Not too many times in my life had I
been trapped circumstantially leg-before-wicket (that’s
gonna confuzzle North American non-cricket followers!),
especially in my own home. Hell, this was looming as
the biggest domestic threat since Eve ripped off that
Granny Smith, handed it to Adam and said "Have a bite
hun!" Natalie too – the indisputable queen of deductive
logic!
"It’s not what it seems sweetheart," I said, hastily
replacing the top on the tube of cream.
"Really dad?" she queried. "I walk in and find my two
younger sisters lying on Kylie’s bed with their panties
down, their legs apart and you touching them?"
"That’s not true Natalie," Kylie interjected, "Dad
was..."
"Oh, shut-up Kylie," she cut her sister off. "I can see
what he was doing!"
"Stop it you two," I said. It was time to assert some
authority!
"Now look here Natalie," I continued, "I can see what
it must look like, but I was just rubbing cream on
them. No big deal. I used to do it to you when you were
sore – remember?"
"Yeah, when I was six or seven dad. You don’t do that
to girls when they’re fifteen and sixteen. They do have
their own fingers you know."
Damn, she was good! She wasn’t finished though.
"Why are you both suddenly so sore anyway?" she asked
them. Straight-up curve ball!
Jenna certainly didn’t help anyone’s cause by blushing
and giggling.
"You three must think I’m retarded or something," she
muttered. "You’ve all been acting real suss recently.
You seem to go out together quite a bit now and let’s
face it... those are long ‘shopping trips!’ Don’t want
to embarrass you Jenna but I know you and Kylie have
been... you know... "mucking about" with each other a
bit. You just didn’t know I knew did you? I almost
walked in on you both a couple of times."
"If only," I couldn’t help thinking suddenly. Kylie was
in deep shock. Jenna was deep red.
"And anyway dad," Natalie turned to me – she was so
damned pretty when she was angry. I’m not stupid. I
wondered ages ago if you had ever gone to those
parties. I knew about them when I was in year eleven."
I looked at Kylie and Jenna then back at Natalie. There
was no point denying it. Besides she had too many old-
school contacts. It would have been a cinch for her to
dig up everything, using her detective talents.
"You have all been there haven’t you?" she said, the
realisation hitting home.
"I can’t believe it dad. You let your two teenage
daughters – my sisters, get fucked by other men while
you watched?" She was almost shaking. "And what? you
did it with other girls too?" I wanted a chaplain!
Then as if following up on her own thoughts, "OMG, have
you done it with them too dad?" She began sobbing and
was about to leave.
"Natalie... please, just listen to me a moment. That’s
all I ask."
She glared at me through fresh waves of tears.
"You are right sweetheart, so totally right. I have
betrayed your trust and love I guess – though God help
me, not deliberately. Maybe I am just weaker than you
had supposed. Maybe weaker than I had supposed even!
But let me tell you this, I never encouraged them,
incited them or even suggested they went. It was
curiosity I suppose got them there but I give you my
word, they have never been forced to do anything
against their will, nor have they been hurt in any
way."
"Come off it dad," she raged at me, "That’s a total
cop-out. You’re supposed to look-after your daughters,
not sit there watching while other way-older guys fuck
them. That’s soo gross! Not to mention you with other
young schoolgirls. I thought you were different dad, I
really did!" She wasn’t through yet.
"And you say they’ve never been hurt? What about
emotionally? What happens in a few years when they look
back at this and hate you for what you did." Now that
was heading off into unchartered waters.
"Natalie," I said, "Look at them – really look at them.
Do they strike you as unhappy? introverted? miserable
as all hell? misled even? Have you seen any incidence
of either being in any way unhappy recently?
She thought about that for a moment. "No, I suppose
not. But that doesn’t make what you’re doing right
dad."
"No, it doesn’t Natalie, I agree with that."
Jenna who had been keenly following the entire
exchange, then spoke.
"Look Natalie, even if dad maybe shouldn’t have let us
go... .we badgered him to take us. Not just once...
continuously. You know how Kylie never lets up. Anyway,
what dad said is true. We have never been made to do
anything except have a good time. Believe it or not, we
have met heaps of nice people... girls too. Brianna,
Chantelle (that’s not the 27 year old – see FORGET
HARPER VALLEY PTA) and Louise go as well.
"Brianna?" she gasped, "And her dad?" Jenna nodded.
Natalie was quiet for a bit. The tears, mainly of anger
and extreme disappointment I suspect, had stopped
momentarily.
"Well while we’re at it," she added turning to me,
"Tell me the truth dad, have you been doing it with my
sisters?"
"Yes, I have Natalie," I looked at her squarely "And
rightly or wrongly, never have I loved either of them
more than while we did it."
She just looked at me. "This is because mom walked out
isn’t it?"
"What? You think I just had to have sex with a girl?
any girl? Even my daughters? No Natalie, you’re wrong
there. I did it with them because I wanted to...
because I love them beyond everything and although you
will never understand or believe this – I don’t regret
it."
"Nor do we dad," It was Kylie. She got off the bed came
over and hugged me. Don’t ask me why but I felt like
crying just then. "I’ve loved everything you and I have
done dad, so has Jenna. We both love you heaps." she
glared at Natalie. "If you can’t handle that Nat... too
bad!"
This was the Kylie I knew and loved. Proud, feisty and
fiercely loyal.
Natalie was crushed by her sister’s emotional strength.
It was surging out of her. Even I felt it. I just
hugged her to me. She kissed me on the lips
passionately as Natalie looked on in utter confused
shock. Talk about a Mexican stand-off.
"Y-you’re all basket cases," she flung at us, turning
on her pretty little heels and flouncing out the door –
presumably to her own room.
"Shall I go to her dad?" Kylie offered.
"No sweetie," I replied, "Wouldn’t achieve anything.
She has to think the whole thing through on her own. I
doubt its going to make any difference though – I
figure I have really burnt all my bridges with her –
big time!"
"She still loves you dad," Jenna put in. "I think she’s
just in shock."
Inside, I was worried. Natalie and I had always been so
close. She was me... just a few decades younger! Same
outlook, perceptions, likes, dislikes... movies even! I
was distraught at the likelihood of my having tossed
all that out the window for what now might well have
been a foolish bit of gratuitous pleasure. Had I
possibly wrecked Kylie and Jenna’s lives too. It
weighed heavily on me.
Later that week and in the light of calm and reflective
thought I decided that definitely Kylie and Jenna were
far too happy and well balanced behaviorally to be in
any way adversely affected. Just to be on the safe-side
though, after I brought them home from school the next
day or so, we all behaved ourselves – that wasn’t easy!
Things were developing with Larissa also. She was able
to let me take her to dinner mid-week and that
definitely took my mind off the situation with Natalie.
Didn’t take my mind off sex though and having driven
her home around eleven-ish, George had the extreme
good-taste to whisper to me when we had a moment
together. "Look I’m comfortable with anything you have
planned with Larissa – please use the main bedroom if
you want a bit of privacy."
I could have hugged him. Fact is, with her school
holiday starting a week earlier than my girls’ she
didn’t have to be up early next morning, and thus I
gratefully accepted his offer. I knew Kylie and Jenna
wouldn’t mind.
It was one of her hot little turns. Slipping everything
off bar her knickers, she crept under the covers with
me and started that pleading, wanting thing that always
drives me to distraction. How beautifully soft were her
lovely breasts that night, how sweet-tasting her young
nipples, as she guided them into my mouth. Gently
slipping my hand inside her panties I just caressed her
as I kissed her. She was moaning with an urgency that
could only ever have been satisfied by the slipping of
my erection up into her.
She gave me everything that evening – her whole being
and I loved her for it. I stayed the night obviously
and I am quite sure readers will find this hard to
grasp, but Larissa wanted her dad to be with her later
that night and so between 2 am and dawn, we both made
love to her, each one kissing and fondling her while
the other gently penetrated her. She went to sleep
between us knowing that we would be continuing to fuck
her all night and so hot was this, we must have cum in
her four or five times each by the time the first rays
of light appeared. It was as beautiful as life gets.
Inevitably I got the call that Steve would be hosting
the next party at his place that Saturday. For some
reason, I looked forward to it rather than fearing it.
Natalie had studiously avoided all contact with me and
I figured our relationship was pretty much at an end. I
wouldn’t even have been surprised if she had announced
her intention to move-out with a couple of girlfriends.
Not long after dinner was finished Friday night, I was
half-way through washing-up (nothing clears out the
kitchen quicker than wash-up time) when who should
saunter in but my ex-daughter! I kinda smiled at her
but made no overtures of reconciliation, having not the
least idea of what was coming.
"You’re all going again tomorrow aren’t you?" she
announced rather than asked.
"Probably the last one... but yep!" I said. She looked
puzzled.
"Why would it be the last one?"
"Well, even before you threw your little spaz up there
sweetie," I inclined my head up towards the bedrooms,
"I was figuring we really didn’t need to be doing this
too much more. I already told Kyles and Jenna that!"
"You didn’t say that the other day dad?" she levelled
at me.
"Er, well I didn’t have too many chances to say
anything Natalie, did I?"
I didn’t score any points with that one.
"Why do you want to stop going then? Are my sisters
fed-up with it?"
That did make me smile. "Hardly Nat, matter of fact I
think they’d go every week given the chance. No, its
just that, well to be honest with you, I think they’re
liking it too damn much."
She was quiet for a moment.
"What actually happens at these parties dad?"
"Well Nat, if you’ve heard about them you must have
some ideas as to what goes on there. No-one goes to
play chess you know."
Again, she was reflective.
"I just don’t understand how fathers could let their
daughters do it with other men dad. Or how the girls
can watch their fathers doing stuff to their friends."
I thought it best not to mention that occasionally
their moms are involved in the whole thing. That would
have brought her emotionally undone.
She seemed to be struggling with some internal
conflict. "What would you say if I wanted to go and see
for myself dad?"
I had to grab a hold of the table for support, my legs
were caving-in under me.
"Natalie, that really isn’t a great idea, I don’t think
you’d like what you’d be seeing. What am I saying?
You’d be appalled! How would you handle seeing your
sisters being er, kissed, groped... or worse?"
"You mean getting fucked dad?" She never was one to
mince words.
"Yeah, I guess I do," I replied staring at the floor
for inspiration here.
"To tell you the truth," she replied, "I have no idea
how I’d feel about it. It’s what you said about the
first time... I’m just curious I suppose."
Although I would never have dared mention it, just the
thought of Natalie coming and actually seeing what I
knew she would, was playing havoc with my imagination.
It wasn’t that I pre-supposed she would actually "do"
anything – matter of fact I figured she would be so
disgusted, she would want to go home after twenty
minutes... maybe less.
As it was, I was surprised that she went to the trouble
she did Saturday morning to look nice. Incredible with
a bit of make-up, how similar the three of them looked
and with almost a five year gap between Jenna and
Natalie, you would never have picked it. Natalie has
looked sixteen ever since she was fourteen and still
does.
I would be lying if I said I didn’t have an erratic
pulse by the time we made Steve’s place – not more than
five minutes beyond George’s home. It was a return to
cavernous living, a sprawling Cape Cod on a huge
private block. No need for bouncers!
Like so many of us, Steve was yet another divorced
single-parent (all these moms not too interested in
doing the hard yards, when it comes to helping bring up
their own children!) His daughter Luane was actually
one of the young brunette cuties I saw hanging around
at Warwick’s place, but never having been introduced, I
didn’t know who she was. She was Jenna’s age but
attends a nearby college, which is why we didn’t
recognise her face. Luane was helping her dad co-
welcome all the guests and right hospitable did she
look in that mega hot mini-skirt.
To say Natalie caused a stir would be the year’s
biggest understatement. So similar in looks, height,
profile and manner (although they’re all quite alike in
that respect) the whispering started immediately.
"Damn, there’s three of them," was one such comment.
Natalie tossed him a withering look as we crossed the
hallway.
Jerry threw a nervy turn!
Pulling me aside after we entered the main loungeroom,
he asked incredulously, "Jesus Noel, how did you get
her to come?" He couldn’t have been greatly more
impressed if I had parted Sydney Harbor that very
morning!
"I didn’t Jer," I answered truthfully, "Fact is, she
asked if she could come... and don’t get any ideas, it
wasn’t to take-part in anything either. Just to see
what goes down, as it were."
"You mean I shouldn’t..." I cut him off,
"Don’t even think about it, not unless you want a
really pretty little foot in your reproductives!" I
warned. "She did a year’s karate too – top of her grade
as I recall!"
"Gotcha," he replied, "No push-over huh?"
"Only if she’s doing the pushing Jer," I smiled back.
Just then Warwick found me.
"Did I see what I think I saw?" he asked breathlessly.
"Damn it," he said, "How can one man have three such
sexy daughters? How the hell did you get her here, I
thought she knew nothing about it?"
"Yeah, well so did I Warwick," I replied, "Looks like I
stuffed up. But like I was just telling Jer, she’s not
here to get her gear off or have someone do it for her.
She just wanted to check the place out."
He looked bitterly disappointed, imagining most likely
the three of them spread-eagled across a bed panting
their hot little tongues out.
"Oh, that right?" he muttered, "Well maybe we can get
her to change her mind on that score," he added
hopefully.
"Good luck on that one Warwick," I told him, "Hope your
health insurance is paid up to date."
I left them to it and started mingling with a few other
guests to see who was here. Jenna and Kylie were
dragging Natalie with them to what looked like a girls-
only corner of the room. I could see Michelle, Caitlin
and Brianna down the far end too... better my two girls
introduce Natalie around than me I figured.
A soft feminine arm lobbed on to my shoulder.
Turning to see its owner, I could see at once, Larissa
had outdone herself today. Her hair up for a change,
she looked straight off the cover of Vogue. The most
beautiful pendant earrings hung from her lovely ears,
not that I was particularly studying their workmanship
– that mega low-cut top put paid to that likelihood.
The last word in good taste, she had on a one-piece
dress, almost a ballroom gown, that clung to her in all
the right places. She kissed me and I forgot why I was
there... actually I wasn’t even sure where I was.
"That was such a wonderful night last Wednesday," she
whispered, eyes wide open with promise, her perfume
shutting down my biological systems one by one. She
knew exactly what effect she was having.
Luckily there was a spare chair nearby, I pulled her on
to my lap. Such a doll was she, I couldn’t bear to
touch anything for fear of wrecking the visual
perfection. Dammit though, having that soft little
bottom causing the most delightful friction against my
upper legs was not far off an early morning bugle call.
"The pleasure was all mine sweetheart," I told her.
"Well, and your dad’s too I have to say." She blushed,
which only prodded my desire for her further.
"Dad really likes you," she said, letting me put my
arms around her and holding her tight to me. "He trusts
you."
"I like him a whole lot too," I confided to her. "No
one else here I’d be saying that of... believe me."
"No, there’s a few creeps around, that’s for sure," she
replied, nuzzling her face up to mine. Right then,
George appeared beside us. I extricated an arm and
shook his hand firmly. "George, your daughter must be
the most beautiful girl in this room... may I take her
straight home please?"
He smiled. "Well speaking of daughters Noel, I just saw
three of the prettiest sisters over there," he
indicated the group of girls clustered together. "And
they look remarkably similar... .you wouldn’t know
anything about that would you?"
Larissa sat up. "Don’t tell me Natalie is here?"
"Well not sure whether that’s a good thing or not
sweetie, but she kinda found out about these little
get-togethers and wanted to come to see what they were
like. I warned her she wasn’t likely to be too happy
with what she saw."
"She’ll die," said Larissa.
"No, more than likely someone else will be doing that,
if I know Natalie," I answered.
"Mind if I go and meet her?" George asked.
"Sure thing," I replied. You’re the one person here I
think has a chance with her... um, to just get talking
I mean." He smiled and walked off.
"Well sweetie," I said looking down at those full
sensual lips, "What am I going to do with you then?"
"Anything you like," she answered sweetly.
"Love to take full advantage of that offer Larissa," I
teased her, "But not here." I kinda went quiet and she
picked up on it.
"Anything wrong?" she asked, her expression of
immediate concern so attractive on that little face.
"No beautiful," I lied. I really didn’t want to go into
my thoughts as to her active participation in the
group. What rights had I anyway? "Just thinking about
Natalie and how mad she’s gonna get pretty soon."
She took my hand and squeezed it. "It’ll be Ok... She
must know what goes on basically Noel. Ever thought she
might like it?"
"Yeah right," I answered "And maybe she’s already
planning a secret little visit to my bedroom tonight? I
think not!"
Larissa said nothing but just kissed me. All my
thoughts melted away.
Telling her I’d be back as soon as I could, I left her
in the chair and headed-off for an early showdown.
It was pretty crowded, there must have been almost
forty people there. Collecting hugs from Brianna,
Caitlin and Michelle on the way, I found buried deep in
the throng of bodies along the far wall a somewhat
predictable sight. "Setting" might be a better word. A
cluster of chairs, one containing Jerry, with Jenna on
his lap.
Warwick in an adjoining chair looking smug as all hell
with Kylie balanced neatly on his knee, both of them
totally decent still. While a third chair pulled up
close by, contained Natalie alone, chatting rather
animatedly with George. Wayne and Steve were kinda
crouched down between them all, talking to whoever
would listen. Another man who I had never seen before,
was standing behind Jenna’s chair, most likely looking
down her top. You couldn’t blame him!
I just eased myself down the other side of Natalie who
turned around and just said "Oh, Hi dad."
George must have done a remarkably good PR job as she
looked to be of quite calm disposition. She also looked
rather yummy, at least from my clearly prejudicial
view. Early days yet though.
So far as any overt behavior was concerned, aside from
Jerry taking Jenna’s hand once in a while as he spoke
to her and Warwick with his arm around Kylie’s waist,
the first real test of Natalie’s resolve came when a
very young looking brunette a few chairs away started
giggling loudly, as the man on who’s lap she was
sitting, began to fondle her breasts a little as he
spoke with her. What was being said was fully
inaudible.
"My God," Kylie said to me. "How old is that girl? Do
you know her?" If I didn’t know better I would say she
was blushing.
"Couldn’t tell you Nat," I said, "Never even seen her
before."
"Her name’s Melissa," George informed us, "She goes to
Larissa’s school. I think she’s fourteen and a couple
of grades below her."
"Fourteen?" said Natalie. "Oh, that’s disgusting dad!"
God, from what I could see, she was anything but that!
I kept my mouth shut nevertheless.
As a second man joined them and began kissing the girl,
I thought Natalie was about to dial 911 on her cell.
Right then though, something happened to somewhat
distract her attention. Jerry, finding my daughter’s
mouth within inches of his, as she leaned across to say
something to Steve the far side of the chair, put an
arm around her shoulders and began kissing her. I saw
Natalie’s face – it was priceless.
"Jenna!!" she spluttered.
George laid his arm on hers. "She’s Ok Natalie, trust
me. Jerry won’t hurt her, he loves kissing her. If you
want the truth, I really enjoy being with her too, she
is just such a beautiful girl and to be honest, you
look so like her. It’s uncanny."
Whether she took his words to heart or whether he had
just said the right thing at the right time, I really
don’t know, but to see her lean across, give him a
gentle kiss on the cheek and utter the words "You are
soo sweet," just about rendered me deaf, dumb and
blind. George took her hand gently and I could see
Steve looking-on with undisguised jealousy. He had no
chance!
George was no smooth operator – he was just George and
most every facet of Larissa’s good manners, gentility
and even I guess, good looks, she had gotten from her
father. I could sense why Natalie was responding to
him. He was honest, open, yet very masculine. She would
feel "safe" with someone like that! Dumb as it may
sound, I knew then she would be far more at ease in the
presence of such a confronting afternoon’s activities –
with him, than me even.
Let’s hope I was right. Warwick’s fingers were on the
move. With his hand no longer resting on Kylie’s leg
but actively creeping up beneath her skirt, I heard
Nat’s sharp intake of breath. George grasped her hand a
little harder.
Kylie obviously was in the mood for it. She began
kissing Warwick hard as his hand not only worked its
way north, but began to expose her underwear –
enticingly chosen dark blue cotton knickers. So little-
girlish! For his part, Wayne saw an opportunity to
cash-in on her arousal obviously, and kneeling up
slightly, began to rub her breasts softly.
He was immediately rewarded with a string of "ohhhs"
from Kylie, whose eyes were shut now as she let go
emotionally. She even held his hand close up against
her. Wayne I noticed, extricated his hand momentarily
and encouraging her to hold herself there, replaced his
hand over hers, making her in effect rub her own
breasts but under his control. From my own perspective,
a chemically-led chain reaction was underway. What else
could you expect watching this?
Natalie just couldn’t drag her eyes away from her hot
little sister and looked to be clinging on to George’s
arm for moral support. And if that little scenario
didn’t turn up the heat for her, she had only to glance
at the adjacent chair to see Jerry’s hand well up
inside Jenna’s skirt now, far enough it would seem to
be rubbing her into near-ecstasy, judging by her
wriggling and forward hip-movements.
Of course these weren’t the only two girls in-extremis.
Anywhere you looked, panties were either being rubbed
or tugged down, bra’s being lowered and lips kissed
into submission. I was feeling totally out of it and
with good reason!
What effect this was having on Natalie was not
immediately obvious. Well not that is, until I saw out
of the corner of my eye, George kiss her for the first
time. Nothing heavy, he simply kissed her gently on the
lips. What is it with him and my daughters? I figured
it was as much about support at that moment as anything
else but I also saw Natalie’s expression. She was as
shocked at her own willingness in the complicity. She
definitely was going to be alright for the afternoon.
Jenna was wanting it. That’s Ok. Jenna was about to get
it. Steve, deciding that the role of voyeur, fun though
it was, definitely had its limitations, simply pulled
forth his erection – an impressive little piece of
anatomy one must admit - and moved in towards Jenna,
her eyes still closed, as Jerry drew aside her panties
at the absolute strategic point. As he sank it deep
into her, Jenna gasped but this paled into
insignificance besides Natalie’s mortified "Ohh Jenna!"
As Steve began to really fuck her, Natalie was plain
open-mouthed. Whether aware of the fact or not, she was
clinging on to George’s arm like a half-drowned man
would clutch at a life-raft. Jenna was way too far gone
to even consider her elder sister’s plight though and
was pushing her hips up to meet Steve’s thrusts. Jerry
continued to kiss her and fondle her breasts both of
which were making me hotter than Hell.
Kylie was being taken much the same route, Wayne having
pulled her knickers down now, had his seven inches or
so at her threshold, and was teasing her by rubbing the
head up and down the length of her obviously awash
vaginal entry. Even Warwick said to him, "For God’s
sake stop teasing the girl, Wayne, fuck her!"
That was the first time I saw Natalie’s fingers
encroach on her own airspace. Probably little more than
an instinctive reaction, but I saw her hands descend
into her own lap where they appeared at least, to be
depressing one presumably hot little zone. George
leaned across and kissed her harder than earlier and
from what I could see, she certainly was a willing
correspondent. One thing for sure. No way was she about
to ask to be driven home.
As both girl’s pleasure became increasingly more
apparent, George took the brave but ultimately
constructive step of replacing Natalie in the chair and
having her sit on his lap, a rare privilege that even I
hadn’t managed for some years.
Getting herself all hot and bothered was one thing,
taking it to the next level was another though as far
as Natalie was concerned. Agasp at the plight of her
sisters and especially in such close proximity to them,
she nevertheless had her sensors still on full alert,
as the gentlest of caresses by George beneath the
fullness of her right breast resulted in her shaking
her head whilst impeding any further progress with her
left hand. She didn’t move his hand altogether, simply
flashed him a yellow card for a professional foul.
I should add that Natalie right now is kinda between
dickheads, I mean boyfriends, so she would not have had
to view any ensuing sexy stuff as a betrayal of trust.
Interested as I was to see how George handled this
current development, I really couldn’t drag my eyes off
the other two.
They had Jenna’s knickers off now and Steve was just
ramming it in to her as she lay there gasping and
panting on Jerry’s knee. For his part, Jerry was
nuzzling her neck, whispering all sorts of heavy-duty
dialog to her as he gave both tits a major work-out.
Besides looking sexy, her bra, hanging loose off her
shoulders was serving little purpose.
If it was a race to see which girl was to be pumped
full first, I would have said Wayne had the edge.
Kylie’s legs were so spread, they had no need to even
hold them. As it happened though, it was a photo-
finish. Both men came in their partners almost
simultaneously, leaving the girls limp, sticky and
definitely wanting more, judging by the self-satisfied
little smiles spreading across their faces.
As for me, I was not cool. Had not Natalie been there I
would have ensured I was next up, but as it was I
figured one shock at a time was enough for her. Seeing
her younger sisters being fucked right beside her was
one thing, having her own father further inseminating
them at close range may have done permanent damage.
Exchanging words, Steve and Jerry swapped places, Jenna
having no opportunity even to tug her panties up, not
to mention doing something about her bra straps still
hanging enticingly down her arms. Taking their lead,
Kylie found herself being pulled astride Wayne suddenly
as Warwick positioned himself right between her legs
and already with his erection at the desired elevation.
Wayne wasted no time in taking a hold of my daughter’s
legs and spreading them indecently wide.
Natalie just gasped at the unfolding spectacle. Seeing
is believing, but I would say she was having a hard
time with the reconciliation bit. George was holding
her tightly to him now and being the owner of a
considerable erection one would assume, Nat’s hot
little bottom must have surely been privy to such
knowledge.
As both girls found themselves being penetrated to what
appeared might be previously unknown depths, George
began kissing Natalie just below her hairline, slightly
towards her left shoulder. I saw her expression and
heard her sigh softly. I’m sure I also detected the
beginnings of a gentle moan. Certainly her whole
demeanor was subtly changing from outright affront to
one of ‘interest’ let’s say.
George, ever alert to the slightest opportunity on
offer, very gradually tightened his arms around Natalie
and imperceptibly moved his left hand up towards her
breast. I saw her flinch as he reached the hallowed
ground, yet still kissing her neck enough obviously, to
remain a major distraction. This time she did not hit
the reject button nor push his hand away. She just lay
back against his shoulder and allowed his hand to
softly cup her there. As he began to manipulate her, I
was all but needing a paramedic. To see this happening
to Natalie of all people just blew my mind.
Jerry was enjoying his work. Even as Jenna let Steve
kiss her and maul her breasts and nipples every which
way, she was wiggling her bottom on his lap and
beginning now to rub herself directly over Jerry’s
point of entry. The harder he thrust into her the
better she was liking it. So hot was she making him, he
simply grabbed her legs, put them over his shoulder and
rode her into the home straight as she discontinued
kissing Steve and simply lying there, completely out to
everything but the sensations being afforded her young
body.
Steve’s sudden vocalised thoughts "Fuck the little cunt
Jer," brought one major gasp from Natalie, it also
pushed Jerry over the edge and he shunted Jenna full of
sticky white fluid, much of which began leaking out
between her legs straight away. All three of them just
sat there breathing heavily.
Warwick was treating Kylie slightly more demurely,
taking his time and quite obviously enjoying the ride.
Pumping her rhythmically he was fondling her breasts
and treating her nipples to all sorts of naughty
exercises. It was making her wriggle and pant. So
absorbed was she in what was being done to her, she
didn’t even notice her sister’s major concluding
firework show.
Crafty old George. As I glanced across to see how
things were progressing alongside me I had to do a
double... make that a triple take! I couldn’t see his
right hand because it was no longer visible. At least
eight inches by my reckoning, up beneath Natalie’s
skirt and judging by her barely disguised little sighs,
way up inside her knickers too. I was so pleased!
Watching Kylie getting completely and utterly shafted,
Natalie was beginning to move her own hips upwards, so
it would appear, to meet George’s fingers as they made
contact doubtless with her very swollen little
clitoris. I could see her even pressing down mid center
of her skirt adding to her own arousal.
George was now fondling both her breasts with the one
hand as he fingered her so discreetly. Her expression
was one of glazed pleasure and I was just so glad it
was George at the helm. I didn’t dare move or speak for
fear of intruding on the moment and breaking the aura
he had worked so hard to create.
Even as Warwick jerked frantically like a man wired up
to old sparky, as he unloaded in Kylie, Natalie shook
and let out a couple of cute little "ohhhhs" as she
quite obviously hit High C, courtesy of George’s
manipulation of her hot little pussy. What I would have
given right about then to slip my own fingers in with
his. It wasn’t the time. Definitely a case right about
then of "slowly does it!"
How I envied his hands though as they surreptitiously
relinquished their hold on her beautiful breasts, made
all that more appealing by what looked suspiciously
like the work of a new push-up. Not even forty five
minutes into it and yet Steve’s party was already
proving to be one volcanic little den of iniquity.
I went over to Jenna, sitting up now on Steve’s lap,
still breathing heavily. I retrieved her knickers from
the foot of the chair and helped her pull them up, if
for no other reason but to stop that constant trickle
of hot cum from her pussy. Kylie eased herself off
Wayne’s lap and began making herself decent too. A
cursory glance up and down her legs showed she had much
the same problem.
"Just look after the three of them for me for a while
would you George please?" I said to him, "Oh... and
thanks." I shook his hand and he understood exactly
what I meant by the gesture.
I needed to find Larissa. Not exactly to save her from
a fate worse than death... just about every girl there
could have been expecting that much, but simply because
I disliked hosting mental images of her in a similar
position to that my two daughters had just been exposed
to.
My searching for Larissa was by necessity put on hold,
having intruded upon a right active little scene taking
place along the near wall, as one entered the dining
area. Caitlin, Tanya and Chantelle (the elder) had been
herded on to a couch there and were providing
indescribably hot entertainment for a group of men.
Chantelle and Tanya had the little blonde on her back,
doing things to her your imagination would be hard
pressed to come up with.
Chantelle, clad herself in only a pair of matching
light-green bra and panties, was in the process of
relieving Caitlin of her frilly top as she steadily
sucked the girl’s fully aroused nipples. Tanya was
rather more involved making her gasp and wriggle having
not only tugged her knickers down, she was now actively
involved pushing the neck of a small soft-drink bottle
well up into places the manufacturers had never
intended.
Being vocally encouraged by the small group of men,
including amongst them Brad Archer, the girls had
little Caitlin in a state of unrestrained sexual
nirvana. This was but part of the equation however.
Another guy I knew not, was kneeling right behind
Chantelle and as she leaned over sucking the life out
of Caitlin’s nipples, he had his hands up between her
legs rubbing her flush on her pussy.
A second man was groping the girl’s breasts inside her
bra and kissing her along her bare back. Tanya being
Tanya meanwhile, was ensuring that her hot little bum
was not being overlooked and having slipped on the
tightest pair of little panties she probably owned, was
maintaining male interest by keeping it deliberately
well-elevated as she serviced Caitlin’s arousingly
spread slit.
Brad figured he would take up the slack there and
moving in, began to pull Tanya’s knickers down. She
glanced around momentarily to see who it was stripping
her, smiled, and returned to the job at hand. Her bum
fully exposed, Brad parted her legs and took her from
behind. Knowing Brad, having filled her pussy to
overflowing, the little thirteen-year-old could look
forward to somewhat further impersonal treatment in
other neighboring receptacles. I figured she could take
it too!
Strangely unaffected arousal-wise by the group
performance in front of me, I can only put this down to
having my mind (and desire) on other things. I decided
to move on.
Having conducted a sweep of the ground floor Larissa
was nowhere to be found. This wasn’t looking good.
The main bedroom at least was empty, I should be so
thankful for small mercies. Bedroom number two was
occupied – fully! Young Brittany you may remember, the
little dark-haired hottie whose dad couldn’t keep his
hands off her, was lying right on the edge of the bed,
her skirt crumpled up to her waist with her legs at an
angle one could only describe as clinically unwise.
Between them, a youngish looking man was kneeling, who
having relieved the young girl of her skimpy little
polka-dot undies, was having the time of his life
exploring her entire genital area both orally and
digitally... much to her vocalised pleasure I have to
say.
‘Daddy’ was evidently no slouch in the molestation
department either, kneeling alongside her on the bed,
one hand down his daughter’s top busily extricating her
tits as he kissed her with a fair old degree of
passion. I would like to have stayed for the next act.
What am I saying? I would like to have been the next
act!
That left the third bedroom. I should never have gone
in! Before focusing even on the tableau in progress, I
recognised the dress crumpled up on the floor. It had
looked so much better on her. Closer to the bed, a pair
of blue panties lay where `they had been either pulled
down or tossed.
I could have handled it maybe with one guy, but not
three and I knew none of them.
Her back to me, they had Larissa on her hands and knees
center quilt. One of the men was kneeling in front of
her proffering one ungodly sized erection which she
appeared hesitant to take into her mouth. Steadying
herself with one hand, the other was clutching the
man’s cock as she tentatively licked it. Whilst
evidently enjoying even that sensation, the man was
encouraging her to be more daring saying "C’mon, suck
me sweetheart." My heart sank.
The man had predictably one hand up under her, groping
her breasts inside her bra, the only item of clothing
she still had on and that itself, unhooked or ripped at
the back, was barely hanging by a strap. A second man
kneeling beside her was also fondling her right breast
while enjoying the sensation of feeling up her lower
back and bottom which he was cupping now with obvious
lust. "What a hot little cunt" he announced to the guy
beside him.
I have saved the worst till last. Immediately behind
her the third member of Rapists Inc had his cock right
deep in Larissa’s pussy and holding her tightly around
the hips was beginning to seriously fuck her. Far from
showing signs of resistance, Larissa was starting to
moan with pleasure as well as deliberately raising her
bottom higher. The man parted her legs even more and as
he commenced driving it hard up into her she took the
other man’s cock into her mouth and began sucking him
for all she was worth. Even the man beginning then to
push his finger up into her bum experimentally, brought
no verbal objections from her. She simply wriggled
sexily and sucked the man harder.
"She is such a fucking little hottie," muttered her
rearwards partner just a few seconds before he shot one
king-size amount of cum, to judge by the time he was
jerking about in her, right deep in her pussy. She had
obviously performed an exemplary job on the guy in
front too as I saw him grabbing her hair as he shot
what he could in her mouth and the rest, so it looked,
over her face. Larissa just knelt there, used and
abused and making no attempt to get off the bed. I
watched as the next guy got behind her and with no
finesse but a whole heap of lust, just shoved his cock
into her.
The other two left him to it and I just stood by the
doorway unable to move as I watched him fuck her even
deeper. For the first time and I think now the last
time, I heard her beg him to do it harder. The last
straw was seeing him cum in her and then the sight of
Larissa still on her knees, her bum as high as she
could get it, cum running out of her everywhere...
pleading and crying for one of them to fuck her again.
As (bad) luck would have it, she turned around just as
I was retreating. The expression on her face matched my
own pain. To say she looked mortified would be an
understatement. She climbed off the bed, trying to hook
her bra back up, grabbed her knickers and dress,
begging me to wait a moment.
What was I waiting for? The Larissa that she wasn’t?
the slut I had just watched fucked stupid and then
begging for more? A dream I had imagined? or the one I
just had shattered?
"Goddamn, is that her father?" I heard one of them say.
"Better wipe the cum off your face," was all I could
think to say to her. She clung to me, tears pouring
down her face. "I’m sorry, I’m so sorry," she kept
saying, "They just got me so hot I lost control."
"That you did Larissa," I replied, wondering why I
wasn’t crying myself. I think I was too shocked or too
angry. Maybe a little of both. Oddly I was thinking of
George suddenly and how he must never know what just
occurred. For some reason that bothered me more than my
own disappointment – totally inapt word that this was
under the circumstances.
To be continued next week...
(c) Peter_Panhttp://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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