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You Never Know Your Luck At Harper Valley
by Peter Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)
***
One might reasonably think Kylie and Jenna’s
experiences in the "Pleasure Dome" would have slaked
their thirst for all things carnal. Far from it. If
anything it heightened both their awareness and need to
pursue their own sexuality. (Mf, ped, orgy)
***
The antiseptic cream worked an overnight miracle and
let’s face it, that particular area of a girl’s anatomy
has enormous recuperative powers. Naturally I convinced
them to let me re-apply some gel the next morning! Not
forty-eight hours later, I had but pulled into our
garage, having picked them both up at school and Jenna
climbed over on to my lap straddling me, arms round my
neck, with me still in the driver’s seat no less. Eyes
the size of saucers, she tantalisingly mouthed the
word, "Daddy!!"
Now call me perverted in the extreme, but I had long
harbored a fantasy of doing it to both of them in the
car – something just so erotic about the confines of
your own mobile family unit, one that they had ridden
in since being strapped into their own child-safety
restraints. Its very familiarity proving somewhat of an
aphrodisiac. Kylie was not helping either, giggling in
the back seat and saying things like "I think she wants
something dad!"
Looking as cute as a button and dressed as she was in
her brief little school uniform, really had me at a
disadvantage from the outset. I had only to slip both
hands beneath her dress and her panties were right
there – I was a lost cause. No sooner had I made
contact with her knickers than she looked at me all
innocent and pleading and I had to unzip.
Feeling obviously very naughty, she drew her panties to
one side – all this being conducted beneath the
confines of her dress and quite outside anyone’s vision
– and wriggled her little bottom around until she had
what she wanted inside her. Holding me round the neck
with both arms then she just basically fucked me stupid
while kissing with all the passion she could muster.
Lucky the garage door was down!
I suppose I should have called the Rape Crisis
Center... but what could they do? Only time could heal
my poor abused body – made worse by the fact that the
instant I shunted her full of sticky stuff, she miaowed
contentedly and was then replaced in less than twenty
seconds by her equally kinky sister whose needs ran to
more of the same. Fucking them fully dressed is as hot
if not wilder than in their conventional semi-stripped
condition. I led them purring upstairs after I had
recovered my composure and told them to get on with
their homework and leave me alone. This was to become a
habit.
Taking them to school in the mornings became a risky
proposition even, with inevitably one or other flashing
me before we could back out of the garage. If that
didn’t work I would glance up, hearing unusually loud
giggles, and find Kylie with her hand up Jenna’s
school-dress or Jenna making Kylie gasp by slipping a
hand up beneath her breasts having a good feel.
Either way, that back-seat was getting quite stained.
God, all most parents have to do is make their kids a
sandwich each morning... I was having to become the
meat in the sandwich! One can only imagine what
activities the two were getting up to in the privacy of
each other’s room. As time went by I was beginning to
have to imagine less and less.
It goes without saying that it took little persuasion
on their part to get me to agree to take them to
George’s place and the days wound down to that
frighteningly quickly. I could sense their growing
anticipation... if not my own.
Larissa had called – several times in fact and we even
managed a couple of nights out at a nearby coffee-shop
during that preceding week. Wonderful nights they were
too. Hours spent just talking and holding her and
strangely with no need for gratuitous sex. I did make
love to her one night before taking her home,
encouraged to by Kylie, who whispered to me as she went
to bed "She’s so nice dad and we know how much you love
her... show her!"
If an artwork is a window into the soul, then I painted
a masterpiece that night. This was no fuck-session. I
made love to her and she gave me what every true
partnership demands – unspoken commitment. I still had
no idea where all this was leading – but I so wanted to
go there!
So, lets get down to it.
George’s house in a quite close neighboring suburb was
not that large, and as far as the ‘party’ was
concerned, less than twenty-five people had been
invited. Nevertheless most of the regular faces were
on-site. Jerry, Michelle, Warwick and Brianna, the
three of us, Susie and Tanya. Mal and Cathy of course,
Brad, Louise, another family I had never met - a pretty
blonde with both parents, Wayne with his yummy daughter
Caitlin and two or three unaccompanied men. Obviously
their first time. By virtue of planned car-pooling, the
entire contingent made it there in five vehicles, three
being family people-movers.
Notable for being the first party we had attended where
due to the limited space in the house, everyone kinda
drifted between the lounge, kitchen, dining room and
rumpus area. It worked very well with never more than
eight or nine people in a room at any one time.
Whenever there appeared to be a dearth of guests, you
could be sure some cutie or other had been whisked
upstairs for a quick exploratory.
Obviously it wasn’t just my two who were getting a
taste for this, pretty much the instant the front door
closed behind the last guest, everyone gravitated
quickly to their chosen quarry. Kylie and Jenna (done-
up to the hilt in party dresses and hot eye-shadow)
were such beacons of lust, their male following was
forced to form an orderly queue.
Even I had to accommodate the imminent advances of
Brianna, Michelle and Larissa – God we were a popular
family! Jerry and one of the new guys made no secret of
their desire for under-age entertainment, dragging
Tanya off her mom’s lap and pulling her to the floor in
one corner of the loungeroom. Open mouthed, the rest of
us watched as they literally ripped her top off, pulled
her bra down and began sucking her either side with
considerable relish, and given the limited size of her,
as yet not fully developed breasts, it was quite a
sight.
Susie completed the red-hot assault by kneeling in
front of her daughter and pushing her skirt right up,
displaying for all to see – the little girl’s hot pink
panties, which she proceeded to rub most effectively
judging by her daughter’s subsequent squirming.
The drinks and nibblies didn’t even get an early
workout as the action in that corner catalysed everyone
into frenetic activity. I found myself with Brianna
huddled on one knee, Larissa on the other. Michelle
would have shoved them both out the way had not Wayne
and another guy seized her around the waist and dragged
her out of the room to God-knows what fate. I just had
time to call out to her "Soon as you’re free
sweetheart!"
"That could be a while," said Larissa cheekily, kissing
me and hugging Brianna to her at the same time. Things
were looking really good here! With both girls nuzzling
either side of my face I didn’t know who to attend to
first, so much did I want the two of them. Looked like
I would have to ditch my one-girl-at-a-time game plan
and work on a double whammy template.
Accordingly I reached up between them and began
fondling both girls’ breasts. Not sure who was moaning
and whimpering the loudest... I think it was me!
Larissa’s eyes clouded over and I just had to kiss her
deeply. My hand dropped to her leg and pushing her
skirt higher, she spread her legs as much as the shared
space on my lap permitted.
I was about to take Brianna’s skirt the same route when
I discovered a fully unexpected obstacle – Larissa’s
hand already up it! Damn me, I thought, Larissa is
growing up fast! Between my hand back up under her
blouse and Larissa’s in her panties, Brianna was in
heaven. This you could tell by her breathing,
trembling, generated heat... Oh yeah, and her pleading
"don’t stop."
Larissa on the other hand had let me undo her top,
exposing both breasts now, while she was fingering
herself to glory. Everyone on track for the big
firework show, except me! Still, being the trooper I
am, I saw them both off - content with kissing one
after the other, while rubbing and pulling their
breasts like the inarguable child-molester I was.
Nothing hotter than having a girl cum while sitting on
you. Well, that’s not strictly true is it? having two
cum on you at once is double the pleasure. Both managed
it within seconds of one another, Brianna crying out
"Oohhhhhhh," and Larissa whimpering softly as she shook
like a labrador after its weekly bath.
Unloading both their cute little asses, I went in
search of my two. Not surprisingly I found Jenna in one
corner of the adjacent lounge room permitting George to
do things to her that in other circumstances would land
him twenty years with hard labor.
With both breasts free of her dress, which George had
strategically unzipped at the back and tugged down well
below nipple level, she was seated in a single chair,
her legs draped across either arm, wantonly holding
aside her knickers for him. Presented thus with an
uninterrupted wide-screen window of opportunity, he was
in the process of pushing his erection as far up her
totally exposed pussy as nature would allow. She let
out an "Uhhhh!" of total delight.
Jenna saw me and smiled coyly. She is such a hot little
tease now and really gets a boost knowing I am watching
her being fucked silly. If anything, she spread her
legs wider and arched her back as George began licking
her nipples as he upped the rate of entry. Imagining
the scene before me as being one of under-age rape, and
quite frankly in the submissive position she was,
that’s exactly what it looked like... .I found myself
coming to grips with a whole new series of fantasies...
all of them wicked in the extreme.
They were shifting up a gear now and as he really began
penetrating her with some force, Jenna began moaning
and crying out for him to do it harder as she always
does now when she gets this hot and abandoned. George
was rubbing and pulling her breasts unrestrictedly and
her nipples were as erect as I had ever seen them. She
slid a hand down between her legs suddenly and began
rubbing her pussy right above the point at which he was
thrusting in to her. If I had taken out my own erection
as I so wanted to, either I would have cum all over
her, or wrenched George out of the way and raped her
myself. Had to kneel this one out.
George was losing it. "Fuck Jenna, you are the hottest
girl." he muttered, suddenly grabbing her around the
bottom and pulling her to him. She slid down the chair,
almost with her back on the cushion, but so wide were
her legs now she looked like a year 8 gymnast. Letting
go of her panties, which made no difference to either
party at this late stage, she put her arms round his
neck as he pumped her to seventh heaven. Jenna began to
shudder and make totally lost "little girl" noises as
George reached his zenith and shot a truck-load of cum
into her as she thrust her hips forward with pleasure.
I could watch endless replays!
"You do seem to find my daughter a rare pleasure
George," I said. He turned and saw me there for the
first time. Still getting his breath back, Jenna was
sitting up and making herself look presentable.
"She is just so sexy and beautiful he said, "I can’t
get enough of her."
Not wanting to disclose our own incestuous
pleasantries, I merely said,
"Yeah, know the feeling George. Larissa is kinda
occupying my thoughts these days too.
"Not just your thoughts either huh?" he added smiling.
Jenna giggled. He had a point!
Turning to Jenna I asked her if she knew where Kylie
was?
"No dad, sorry," she said, "But Jerry and Brad took her
somewhere a few minutes before you got here." I had a
fair idea where knowing those two. As I turned to
leave, I heard George say to her, "Have you had enough
Jenna? Would you like a rest?"
She pulled him to her and whispered something. Next
moment he was pushing her dress up her legs again and
she was wriggling her knickers in his face. They were
going to busy for quite a while by my reckoning.
"Have fun both of you," I called back to them. I doubt
either heard.
Well seeing as a bedroom was the most likely
destination they would have had in mind for my
daughter, I headed off in that general direction,
needing first to pass through the rumpus area. It was
well named... there being definitely a rumpus in
progress.
I may have missed pretty little Cathy’s performance a
fortnight earlier, understandably – given Kylie and
Jenna’s stunning debut at Warwick’s, but I sure as hell
was privy to her live and on-stage here. Where to
start? Well by the time I arrived on-site they had all
well and truly "started." "They" being two of the new
fathers, a nice-looking girl in her late twenties maybe
and Mal, her own dad!
Cathy had on just her plain white knickers and what
looked like the remnants of a matching bra. She was
quite small up top and it looked to me that in their
haste to either have a feel or suck of her hot little
breasts, someone had ripped her bra. One pert nipple
was half covered, the other exposed as the shoulder
strap was clearly broken. That alone was highly
arousing to gaze upon. What was being done to her
though was enough to bring on a seizure.
They had her on a modular lounge. Sitting on the lap of
one of the men whose name I never discovered, he was
amusing himself finding out what makes little girls
different inside their panties, while with his spare
hand he must have been checking her for breast cancer!
The other new guest, whose name I believe was Graham,
was seated alongside the girl slightly side-on to her.
Now, obviously a believer in the old maxim "share and
share alike," he too had his hand down her knickers,
the point of entry being somewhere around her right
hip. Whose fingers were actually inside her, I couldn’t
see... quite possibly both, judging by Cathy’s
wriggling and pleasured hip movements.
It just gets hotter! The girl, who anyone with 20-20
vision would have to acknowledge as being just plain
bodaciously sexy, was kneeling on the floor kissing the
young girl full on the lips, her hands caressing her
intimately, notably whichever breast the other guy
wasn’t fondling.
Cathy was responding with gasps, "ohhhh’s" and a heap
of other hot little noises as she kissed her right
back. What was just mind-numbingly arousing – she was
visibly groping the older girl’s breasts inside her bra
as she slid her tongue into her.
Now, something tells me that Mal shares with Cathy
pretty much the same hot incestual game-plan as Kylie,
Jenna and I, and most likely all the fathers and
daughters at these parties. Let’s face it, what dad
would stand by and watch his daughter being multiply
fucked and fondled and not want to keep the dream alive
at home? Well, assuming circumstances permit of course.
What daughter wouldn’t want it, come to that? Let’s get
real!
Anyway, to get back to the tableau. Mal was taking
definite advantage of the opportunity at hand, so to
speak. Not only was Cathy fondling Chantelle (as I
heard her referred to once in a while) but Mal had
positioned himself behind her and was probably the
intitiator of her currently semi-stripped condition.
Bra, panties and hot little anklet I noticed. Damn they
are sexy!
Just as I got there, he began tugging down Chantelle’s
panties and was presented visually with the hottest and
smoothest little bum you could wish to spank... every
bit as inviting as Jenna’s. Not that he made any
attempt to spank it – he had other tunnelling sports in
mind. Not wanting to disturb the girl’s kissing
session, he simply had her kneel up a little higher and
by parting her legs, he was able to extricate his
erection and slip it up into her.
I simply had to move around a bit to see that hotter
than hot pussy from the front. God, did I want to fuck
her! Yeah, I know, – take a number Noel! Needing to
have some input however I did bend down, unhook her bra
and get it off her... she looked so much better nude!
From Cathy’s viewpoint I probably didn’t do her any
favors, as all the men were suddenly more interested in
watching Chantelle get herself fucked silly in just her
anklet. God, if she’s a "mother" her daughter could
only be eleven or twelve. Mal must have been eating a
lot of spinach recently – he took her apart. Absolutely
had her crying-out for it. Just got to the stage
Chantelle had to stop kissing Cathy and get down on
all-fours while he completed a full re-bore. Cathy’s
eyes were huge watching all this.
They were even larger when Mal suddenly pulled out of
Chantelle mid-cum and just grabbing his daughter off
the man’s knee, ripped her knickers down and pretty
much raped her on the carpet in front of everyone. So
hot was it, that no sooner had he pulled out of his
daughter, than Graham knelt down between the girls legs
and holding them wide apart fucked her himself while
the other dad bent over her and sucked her little
nipples for all he was worth. If I hadn’t been looking
for Kylie, I’d have been next... as it was, I thought
about it.
Bestriding Cathy’s naked and abused little body, I took
leave of the players and headed for the stairs
opposite. Definite sense of deja-vu here. Last time if
you recall, it was in search of Jenna. Being a smallish
three bedroom house, I didn’t have far to look. Where
else but the master bedroom? Muted conversation could
be heard even from the top of the stairway.
Now whether the plan had been to entice any further
passers-by or they had just forgotten to close the door
properly I couldn’t say, but the voyeur in me was
presented with an immediate opportunity here. Ajar by
almost a foot, several degrees of viewing were visible
through the crack in the door. The dialog was in full
surround sound too. By chance, the main bed was aligned
with the viewing portal, or at least a good part of it.
They had her dead center.
"Do you like that Kylie?" It was Brad talking. They had
her in just her bra and knickers by the looks of it. On
her knees, elbows on the bed he obviously had his cock
far up inside her. Jerry was the far side of her but I
couldn’t see what he was doing.
"Yesssssss" hissed Kylie quite clearly, obviously being
pleasured to the edge. "Don’t stop..." she added
pushing back on him.
"Don’t stop what sweetie?" Brad asked.
"What you’re doing to me," she cried out, between
gasps.
"It’s got a name Kylie," he teased her, "Tell us what
we’re doing to you."
There was a long pause...
"You know," she replied, "Don’t make me say it."
"But we want to hear you say it." Brad teased her...
suddenly penetrating her way harder. I could see her
body shaking, Also a hand appeared in view, fondling
her left bra cup suddenly. Obviously Jerry moving up a
cog.
"C’mon sexy face," he said, "Don’t go shy on us... tell
us what we’re doing to you."
"Fucking me," she barely whispered. My own erection
cranked up eighteen degrees hearing that.
"That’s right sweetie," Brad continued, "We’re fucking
you... .and where exactly are we doing that? Tell us."
"Oh ohhhhhh, in my pussy," she wailed as Brad began the
home run.
He was grabbing on to her hips now and whether she was
holding her knickers aside for him or he just had his
cock slipped-in, I couldn’t see.
"There’s another word for it Kylie," Brad was gasping
himself.
"Noooooo, don’t make me say that," she pleaded. The
hand beneath her pushed the bra up, freeing her breasts
and even at the distance I was, I could see how erect
those hot little nipples were.
"Say it," Brad insisted... absolutely fucking her to
the hilt.
"My c-cunt," I heard her say just before three things
happened.
My erection reached instant and full potential. Kylie
suddenly cried out "Fuck me Brad... fuck my... ohhhhh,"
she didn’t get to finish the sentence...as Brad
obviously let go with the full broadside.
As he pumped it into her, she was just gasping and
mewling face down on the bed with her bottom as high up
as she could get it.
Aside from tortured breathing, silence reigned
momentarily.
"Well Kylie, that’s Brad’s second," I heard Jerry say.
"C’mon, my turn again!" I could hardly believe this.
They were using her like a slut and she was enjoying
it.
I saw through the crack the two men move around. They
had Kylie kneeling now between them and I could see
more.
"Show us your tits sweetheart," Jerry was asking.
Dammit. He didn’t have to ask twice as she pulled her
straps down slowly, exposing both breasts to him. I saw
him grope her and mutter "You have such hot tits
Kylie... just like your little sister." My erection was
straining to break through the confines of my pants.
Then I heard Brad telling her, "Show me your bum again
Kylie." "Again???" Watching in disbelief as she knelt
up a fraction and then deliberately began pulling her
knickers down (no g-string today) before wiggling her
bottom pretty much in his face. Jerry was still
molesting her from the front with renewed vigor. I
couldn’t see what, if anything Brad was doing to her.
"Ok cutie," Jerry was continuing, "Just take your
undies right off for me, I want to fuck you naked."
It seemed almost second nature to her as she peeled
everything off just kneeling there now completely nude.
Jerry was holding his impressive erection right before
her.
"Kneel up a bit Kylie, let me do it front-on," he said.
She did so and I watched dry-mouthed as he moved in to
her, holding her round the hips with one hand, guiding
his cock up into her with the other. As he penetrated
her, Kylie tossed her head back in ecstasy and I saw
Brad’s hands come up under her arms and begin fondling
and groping both her breasts lustfully. Jerry started
fucking her as she swayed back and forth, allowing
herself to be completely dominated by the two of them.
I had decided to call a halt to this as soon as he came
in her. She’d had enough and besides... I was getting
jealous!
As Jerry continued fucking her, Kylie was sighing, half
sobbing with ecstasy. Brad’s hands dropped to her
bottom. "Ever had two cocks in you sweetheart?" came
the words that blew my coherent thoughts to kingdom
come. I wasn’t going to allow this... but I couldn’t
move.
Kylie’s eyes were closed but she managed to shake her
head I saw.
"Would you like to try it then? I think you’d love it,"
said Brad. I could see Kylie hesitating, trying to come
to grips with what they were wanting to do to her.
"Aw, c’mon sweetie," Brad was cajoling her. "Jerry’s
cock in your hot sexy cunt and mine right up that cute
little ass of yours, that would really get you off
babe. He paused, "Why not take a day off school next
week Kylie? Come over one morning and we can both fuck
you for hours!"
"Noooooo," she finally got out. "That’s gross... dad
would never want me doing that."
"Well what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, will it?"
Jerry added. Why was I paralysed and not in there
punching him out I wondered?
Suddenly he pulled out of her. Laying himself full
length on the bed, he pulled Kylie on top of him. I saw
her breasts squashed up against his chest and Brad
beginning to grope them hard again. Jerry started
kissing her and quite without encouragement, I saw her
manouvering herself into position for him to slip his
cock up into her... her legs spread wide either side of
him.
It wasn’t the fact that now he began fucking her so
hard her hair was jiggling all over his face, it was
the sight of Brad kneeling up behind her, one hand on
her naked bum and the other quite obviously rubbing
juices, cum and whatever else was running out of her,
into her forbidden zone. She was letting him!
I knew he had his finger well up inside her because she
was wriggling and I heard Jerry say "Get her really
lubed Brad." So wide were Kylie’s legs, Brad must have
had the most incredibly open view of her twin rear
portals, one of which was being fucked into
insensibility. I heard Brad mutter "She’s so fucking
hot in there," as he continued fingering and preparing
her hot little bottom for deflowering.
I was unable to move as I saw him approach her,
erection in hand and as he then lowered it between her
cheeks. I saw her stiffen as he obviously made first
contact and heard Jerry tell her to relax. He slowed up
his own rate of penetration to allow Brad entry. I had
to watch this!
Kylie began moaning and then I heard her say, "Noooooo,
that’s hurting." Brad backed off. "Just relax
sweetie... once I’m in you it won’t hurt any more." He
tried again, she grit her teeth and wanted Jerry to
kiss her. Again though it was obviously hurting and she
said, "No, please don’t, I don’t like it." This time
though, Brad was persistent. It was her crying out
"Stop it, I don’t want you to do that to me," that
broke free my shackles. I flung the door wide and
strode in.
"I think you’ve had enough Kylie," I said, Brad
withdrew clean across the bed.
She scrambled off the quilt and hugged me. Not knowing
what I had seen of course, I wasn’t about to embarrass
her and say anything. I just gave Brad an eyeful and
told her to get dressed. She hadn’t been hurt, but I
suspect given a nasty shock.
"Thanks Kylie," Jerry called out somewhat routinely,
"You were wonderful." She tossed him a half-smile as
she zipped her dress up and we left the room.
I didn’t say anything and I don’t figure Kylie wanted
to elaborate on recent developments either, but God, I
just couldn’t shed those images of Brad’s finger up her
backside as Jerry was fucking her to death. Some
moments really do call for a JD and ice!
With my arm around her protectively I wanted more than
anything else to take her home right then and fuck her
softly in her own bed. Really lovingly and gently...
I’d even lay odds of ten to one she’d have wanted it
too. I know and understand how many readers are
thinking right at this point "You sicko, exploiting
your own daughters - you need help," and in truth I
cannot defend my actions with any justifiable logic,
but I have seen my daughters faces as I make love with
them and if they are "feeling exploited," "hurt,"
"betrayed," "suffering inwardly," or in any way
adversely affected, then their expressions are the work
of the world’s greatest living actresses. We have grown
up from birth in the ‘civilised’ world (as if) being
force-fed the line that sexual relations between man
and daughter are "wrong," "psychologically damaging,"
"disgusting," "contrary to nature" and "evil." Well
what if they’re not?
Such acts being forced upon an unwilling daughter are
ALL those things but I tell you with absolute
conviction, having been gang-raped by my own daughters
in the front seat of my car... not only will I not be
pressing charges... I love them all the more and can
barely wait for tomorrow morning.
Ever present is, I must confess, a definite health-
risk. Obviously both girls are on the pill which
although I agree is not 100% safe, offers no worse odds
than screwing your boyfriend regularly. As for the HIV
positive risk, its not like everyone in the group is
getting out and about promiscuously. They’re all being
delightfully promiscuous in pretty much the same little
circle. "All for One and One for All" as it were. They
are all good, clean, healthily aware families. Yeah, I
know... nothing is guaranteed, but hell, any of them
could pick up an overnight partner and find he/she was
the wrong one. I have never seen a solitary rubber used
by any male in the group. If that was mandatory... .I’d
be joining the local sewing circle instead!
How the hell did I get sidetracked on to this subject?
As I ushered Kylie back through the rumpus room... it
was almost empty now save for a very young girl in the
far corner and what looked suspiciously like her dad,
who was doing his darndest to get her panties off her
as he kissed her rather salaciously. Little Cathy and
her entourage were long gone evidently.
The dining room however was a hive of frenetic
activity. No sooner had I dragged Kylie in behind me
when a voice I recognised as Warwick’s assailed me.
"Oh there you both are... been looking for Kylie for a
while." I didn’t bother asking why. He pulled her to
him and gave her a hug, holding her unnecessarily low
down the back of her dress I noticed. She wasn’t
complaining. Leaving her in his reasonably safe but
decidedly lecherous company, I kept an eye out for
Jenna. Neither she nor George were monopolising the
chair any longer and had either discovered greener
pastures or alternate partners. I suddenly felt my hand
seized and looking around, found a breathless but eager
little Michelle looking up at me.
"Hi pretty Shelley," I said. "Have you been enjoying
yourself? As if I didn’t know."
"Of course," she replied smiling, adding quickly, "Oh,
have you seen Jenna, Larissa and that other woman?"
"No... what other woman?" I asked. "Where are they?"
"Tanya’s mom... ... look, they’re just over there!" she
pointed to the far side of the room where quite a few
people had gathered. I dragged Michelle with me over to
the clustered group. The ‘viewing audience’ would
appear to be almost two thirds of the invited assembly.
Moving closer with Michelle I could see why! It took
all my powers of self-will to in fact remain on my
feet.
"Oh my God," uttered Michelle. That underplayed it!
Don’t know what exactly was going on when Michelle
first saw them but at this juncture, five people were
now actively involved in the scenario being played out
right before us.
Someone had obviously laid a whole lot of cushions from
the lounge end to end and side by side, on top of which
had been tossed a whole heap of scatter-cushions,
making virtually a comfortable "nest" some six to eight
foot square. Seated in the middle completely naked and
with her legs being held wide-apart by Larissa and
young Tanya, was my daughter. Both girls were topless,
squatting in their knickers only. Susie, still dressed
normally so far as I could see, was on her knees
licking Jenna’s pussy so hard that she was literally
crying-out in pleasure.
I had to take a hold of Michelle’s breasts to steady
myself. Other people I noticed were groping the nearest
girl to them... daughter or not. A few girls were
clearly rubbing their own pussies, watching it all
unfold. Right then, Susie began saying something to the
other two, following which both Larissa and Tanya
reached across and began rubbing Jenna’s breasts and
pulling her nipples, which everyone could see were
incredibly erect.
Even from the distance we were and with several people
in front of us, it was obvious just how wet Jenna’s
slit was. A fair proportion of the cum George had
deposited there earlier was either leaking out or being
licked-out by Susie herself. I could see Kylie and
Warwick towards the other side of the onlookers and so
absorbed was she in watching her sister’s predicament I
don’t think she even noticed Warwick’s hand down the
front of her party-dress, negotiating the contents of
her bra.
Now... the fifth participant? No less a personage than
George himself. And did he have the most enviable of
tasks? Kneeling immediately behind Susie as she lapped
Jenna from top to bottom, he began pushing her skirt
high up her hips revealing Susie’s jet-black silky
knickers. She began wriggling her bum, as much I
suspect for George’s enjoyment as for the inter-active
crowd’s pleasure. My grip on Michelle’s breasts
increased and I felt her getting all hot and bothered.
Next thing, George just ripped Susie’s knickers down
and pulled them right off. Still licking Jenna while
she made good use of her fingers in the same general
area, Susie arched her bum up, presenting George with a
target that needed no computerised guidance-system.
Larissa said something to her dad, the effect of which
was to have him bury his cock all the way. Susie lapped
even harder making Jenna wriggle and beg for more.
My daughter’s breasts, I could see were being quite
roughly treated by both girls but she was far from
lodging any complaint, as she quite clearly was
thrusting her shoulders back to give them even better
access. Someone yelled out "Suck the girl’s tits" and
Tanya, hot little bi that she obviously is, leant
forward and did just that. Even hotter, was Jenna
putting her hand around the back of the young girl’s
head and pulling her even harder up against her
nipples.
Tanya began suckling her like a baby, while Jenna began
fondling the girl’s fully unprotected breasts. I really
have to talk to that daughter of mine! Right about
then, most of the viewing audience crossed the line of
rational behavior and began performing just about every
indecent act you can imagine with the girl/man of their
choice.
Didn’t matter where you looked... girls were being
stripped, dads fondling their daughters like crazy,
girls kissing each other while slipping hands up inside
one another’s panties. One mother between Wayne and
another guy even, guiding a cock into her own pussy.
Even I had to share Michelle, as one of the other new
dads dropped to his knees and pushing her skirt up,
began rubbing her pussy until she gasped for him to
pull her knickers down and lick her too.
It just descended into a total orgy as both Tanya and
Larissa were pulled out of the way for whatever
pleasures the sex-nappers had in store for them. I
didn’t care either at that moment. Only Jenna, Susie
and George remained center stage, the girls just so
totally absorbed in their own pleasures and George but
moments from his own little Alamo.
I think the two of us must have raped Michelle standing
up, two or three times each in the next ten minutes or
so. We just kept turning her round and fucking her
while the other held her. She certainly didn’t mind –
besides, her dad was performing various sex acts with
Louise over by the far wall . God knows where Brad was!
This was one out-of-control party and is probably a
good place to take a well-deserved break. It’s almost
3.05 pm and two hot little girls in even hotter little
uniforms are waiting for me at the school entrance.
Damn it to hell, I’m at the mercy of two teenage
rapists the instant that garage door closes. I can see
the inscription on the tombstone now. "He died a happy
man: Harper Valley, March 2005"
(c) Peter_Pan 2005http://www.lulu.com/content/106537
Author's Note:
This concludes the 9th HV episode. Only another few
will be submitted to "The Kristen Archives" as to
publish all twenty-one of them, would compromise sales
of "The Complete Harper Valley" itself and would
additionally be most unfair to those who HAVE bought
it.
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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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