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Harper's Afloat
by Peter Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)
***
This will be the last Harper Valley episode appearing
in the "Kristen Archives." To publish the concluding
episodes would regrettably compromise sales of the book
and be most unfair to those who have bought it. I would
like to thank the great many of you who have taken the
trouble to email me with questions and comments and on
behalf of all of us, I wish you all a very happy
Christmas. If you have daughters, love them for all
they're worth! (Mf, ped, bi, inc, mast, oral, orgy)
***
We all knew it! Harper Valley was taking over our
lives. It wasn't so much that anyone was getting bored
with sex quite the reverse in fact. We could barely
pass each other in the hallway now without having to
resort to some minor indecency. A hot little spank,
fondle of a breast even a full-on quickie up against
the wall if the coast was clear.
Admittedly, the latter was usually with Kylie, who had
no qualms whatsoever about getting down and sexy with
me anytime, any place! When a hot little tease wanders
out of the bathroom into your room late nights in just
her skimpy bra and panties, one finger in her mouth
giggling what the hell are you supposed to do? Get
out your crucifix and wave it in her face, while
snarling "Back spawn of Satan?" or read aloud an
appropriate passage from the Gospel According to St
Mark maybe?
Whilst Natalie was more inclined to seek out prolonged
late-night action under my covers The Yardbirds' one-
time hit Over Under Sideways Down, coming readily to
mind here, Jenna still had this thing for being
squashed submissively up against the steering wheel
pre-school. I have a theory that she rather likes the
feel of sticky panties as she sits at her desk. No
accounting for taste. Certainly fun getting them
sticky!
Activities between the three of them were common-place
if not significantly on the increase. Two of them would
end up taking extraordinarily long showers together
when Chris was not home, Jenna and Natalie especially I
noticed. Nor was it rare to hear crazed giggling from
one of the rooms, and giving in to temptation I would
look-in to find Kylie on her back usually naked or
close to being kissed and fondled by Natalie (she
always tends to keep just her panties on) while Jenna
would be licking her sister's pussy in frenzied
delight, quite often with her hand in her own knickers
(if she had any on). For my part, it was never a wise
move to actually go in, as this would invariably
degenerate into a three-girl rape session... exactly as
they had planned it.
I think though that we sensed even then, it all had
ultimately to end as much at home as in the Valley.
What otherwise would be the plan? Bring their
boyfriends home to routinely fuck their other sisters?
Invite Brad, Jerry, Connor and associates to each
wedding so they could do a number on the bridesmaids,
if not the bride? Have them tell their friends they had
to be back home early because their father wanted to
try a new position?
We hadn't yet got to the stage of a round table
conference but assuredly winds of change were blowing
in from the south.
Meanwhile the Harper juggernaut rolled on.
Interestingly, in discussing life with Jerry, Brad and
Warwick amongst others, it seemed that each and every
daughter was becoming more and more ..desirous let's
say, of more regular intimacies. According to Warwick,
Brianna was skirting dangerously close to the edge of
nymphomania so far as her night-time needs were
concerned. Hell, my three were well past that!
The next gathering saw everyone back at George's place.
Strictly speaking it should have been our turn, but
given that in the intermediary period we had hosted a
major barbecue function to honor Jenna's soccer league
success at their State semi-final, we were exonerated.
Jerry, Brad, Warwick Connor and several others had
attended the match and the post barbecue festivities.
With no preconceived intent, at least I like to think
that, the afternoon had, with the undoubted assistance
of several bottles of champagne, taken on the
attributes of a typical Harper's script. Basically, in
Natalie's enforced absence, Jenna and Kylie both found
themselves the main attraction and by late afternoon
had been so comprehensively fucked by each and every
guest a number of times - both singly and together,
they were forced to declare giggling, a state of
vaginal emergency.
The event was soured to a small degree at the point
Brad, admittedly whilst 'under the weather,' produced a
cameraphone and commenced what was obviously intended
as his own private photographic exhibition of Jenna,
who having been three-quarters stripped of her sports
outfit and pushed across a low trestle table in little
more than her panties, was being somewhat indelicately
penetrated by Connor and his friend. Not that she was
objecting. Over with Kylie's group at the time, I
managed to get myself back on-site and wrest the device
off him after just one pic. Even though not officially
a Harper's engagement, I reminded him of the total
photographic ban in place. Being otherwise fully
engaged (if not engorged) at the time, Jenna remains
ignorant to this day, of the existence of that one
carnally explicit portrait (You think I was going to
delete it?)
George's get-together was much like George himself.
Polished, very well organised and in good taste. Yes,
girls can be fucked tastefully or not. Its all in the
methodology and the surroundings.
From my viewpoint I took the opportunity of spending
most of the day with Larissa. I hadn't seen that much
of her for a few weeks and had been missing her
greatly. Didn't even get to the stage of unhinged
physical by-play for quite a while, just preferring to
talk, cuddle and kiss her, while catching up on lost
moments. My three were by necessity being stripped and
fondled however within minutes of the front door
closing.
Natalie and Jenna found themselves side by side on the
same lounge, being French-kissed while other hands
worked their way inexorably into their bras and
knickers. The last I saw of Kylie, she was being groped
on all sides and propelled somewhat roughly into
George's den just across the hallway in nothing more
than her high-cut bikini briefs, by four slavering
dads. George was with her so I knew the other three
would be OK!
There were plenty of parents to go around... of both
sexes and thus Brianna, Louise, Chantelle, Tanya,
Michelle, Brittany, Nadia etc, were all potentially
well catered for.
Meanwhile Larissa and I had ended up in her bedroom and
as I undressed her slowly on her own bed I finally
realised what I should always have known and
understood. That like my three, she was still just a
young girl growing up, experiencing admittedly the
sexual freedom not one in twenty million probably have
the chance to, yet enjoying her body every bit as much
as her partners. Love and sex after all, remain
completely separate entities despite the fact that
social etiquette tells us they should be intrinsically
linked at all times.
At one stage I recall George coming in on his own while
I was making love to Larissa on her side and with her
back to him. She knew he was there. The casual observer
might have described the scene as erotically perverse,
seeing a girl's father kneeling at his seventeen-year
old daughter's bedside, gently stroking her neck and
shoulders as she is being taken to the heights of
sexual passion by a man getting-on for three times her
age. It certainly was a surreal experience. I was
hoping privately I could maybe return the favor if he
and Natalie found themselves in as emotionally
vulnerable a position some time in the near future.
Probably to allow some of the other girls a little more
sexual latitude but "the triplets" were given a rest in
the 'bedroom mazurka' sequence after the rest period.
It was almost refreshing just sitting out in the garden
with them and Larissa, just talking normally rather
than over-indulging our group libidos.
From what I heard later, little Caitlin and Tanya were
given extended work-outs in every known position. Not
sure who the third girl was. I did notice that Graham,
Chloe and Kirsten were absent from the party due, so it
was suggested, to it being Chloe's time of the month.
This entire interlude however is not the center-piece
of this particular Harper episode. So allow me to move
right along.
Once in a while, Jerry actually has all his brain cells
functioning in parallel. They were, the day he called
me and said,
"Well, what about a cruise?"
"A cruise?" I replied. "You mean like Master &
Commander: The Far Side of the World? Or A Night to
Remember Jer?"
"Just one of those island cruises," he answered.
For those of you unfamiliar with Sydney nautical
options, this is a city of maritime delights. People
get about on boats here like those in Switzerland use
skis. Sydney harbor is a boatman's paradise and being,
with the possible exception of San Francisco or
Auckland the world's largest and most heavily populated
waterway, it offers any and every floating relaxation
imaginable.
From two hour harbor cruises to all day trips outside
the heads up and down the near coastal inlets, its just
a matter of how much damage your American Express card
can reasonably sustain. For the well-heeled, the
"Tasmanian Sea-Link" car-ferry can zap your family and
Camry down to Hobart in a matter of two nights or so.
Cost you way more than a return trip to London but
hell, it's one over the top luxury vessel.
Now as it happens, Jerry was talking about one of the
local island crawls. By "local" I mean Noumea, Vanuatu,
French New Caledonia, even the odd "mystery" island as
the brochures gushingly promise. All up ultimately,
much the same distance as Auckland. Infinite routing
permutations and all supported by the latest generation
cruise ships... 80-100,000 tonne leviathans most of
which are considerably bigger than the QE2. The trick
is, to get enough people to go to make it economically
feasible. A twenty-nine hundred dollar single berth can
be picked up for as little as $850 if you get enough
people to share a state-room.
Well hey, at Harpers, the one thing we weren't short of
was people!
Took maybe a week's organising but with the upcoming
October holidays a seven to eight day cruise would not
intrude on any school time. In the upshot, most
everyone was more than willing to join the odyssey and
with a little coercion we managed to book out five
adjoining eight-berth cabins on A-Deck. Myself, the
three girls, George, Larissa, Jerry and Michelle in
suite 724.
Pete, his seventeen year old son Michael, Brad and
Louise, Steve and Nadia, Mal and Cathy in 722. Graham,
Chloe and Kirsten, Chris, his wife Anne and their
daughter Meredith, Wayne and Caitlin in 720. In suite
718 was crammed Paul and Chantelle, Connor and Sandy,
Sue and Tanya, Keith and Brittany. In the furthest
suite 716 were Danielle and her dad Mike, Warwick and
Brianna, Virginia, her younger sister Rhiannon, and
father Craig. Theirs had a spare bed. A rather healthy
ratio all up one must admit, of twenty-two girls to
seventeen men. The "Valley" was well represented you
might say!
Boarding that Friday evening was as hectic an affair as
you might imagine it would be, with over two thousand
people having to cram into Circular Quay where even the
bridge of the Pacific Princess towered over the
maritime terminal, her rear jutting out almost as far
as the Harbor Bridge itself.
It was a hot night and the ship's air-conditioning was
working overtime to maintain a comfortable balance
between the need for layers of deodorant and frigid
indifference. Having lost the odd member of our party
at varying times amongst the jostling tourist trade, we
finally located our parallel suites and incredibly not
having a single piece of luggage misplaced, we checked-
in to our quite splendid quarters.
First up, and doubtless this was repeated right the way
through to 716 a "fight" for the bed with the best
view. We had a choice of two double beds a double bunk
a single bed and a pull-out trundle. Working on the
theory that Jenna was arguably the smallest cabin-
member she inherited the pull-out. Kylie and Natalie
had a cat-fight going over the single-bed nearest the
window. Solved that by giving it to Jerry.
I realised at this stage, "what the hell did it matter
anyway?" as if anyone would be staying in the same bed!
Purely for reasons of convenience, George and Larissa
took one of the doubles, Nat and I the other. That left
Michelle and Kylie with the bunk naturally, they both
wanted the top we even had to toss for that, leaving
Kylie muttering "not fair!"
The decks were packed as the huge ship was towed away
from its moorings by a fleet of tugs. Horns blared from
hundreds of other craft and in a traditional show of
farewell, thousands upon thousands of colored streamers
were tossed by visitors and passengers alike as she
slid away from quayside. Free of her restraints, the
Pacific Princess' colossal diesel engines then kicked-
in and propelled the cruiser towards Sydney's North
Head and the open sea. Remembering for a moment that
this is exactly what it must have been like that night
the Titanic pulled away from the docks in Southampton
all those years ago, I didn't feel much like cutting
loose emotionally. Jenna must have noticed my passive
expression.
"What's wrong?" she said, "You don't look very happy."
"Its nothing sweetheart," I replied picking her up
around the waist she weighs peanuts "Just thinking
about some things." I added, "Sorry if I looked
bothered. I'm not at all. Matter of fact I am so
looking forward to this whole thing, you better believe
it." With that I kissed her on the lips, much to the
obvious distaste of the grizzled middle-aged lady on my
left who I doubt had ever had the experience herself,
to judge by her bearing and demeanor. Definitely Head
warden in a female prison!
"She married young," I muttered to the woman, taking
Jenna's hand and leading her back to our cabin.
Life on board a cruise ship is geared towards two
things. Providing and maintaining as festive an
atmosphere as is possible and extorting from the unwary
passenger every last dollar he or she so foolishly
brought aboard. You imagine the night-clubs, bars,
spas, room-service 24/7 are there purely for your on-
board convenience? Think again. These ships are one
enormous floating alcoholic haze, beers and spirits all
marked-up to Hell and back. By the time your girlfriend
is on her third Vodka Cruiser you could have bought a
half bottle of decent bourbon at your local liquor
store.
We all had something way better though girls!
Even by the time the eight of us had returned to 724,
Jerry especially was looking a bit needful. Admittedly,
our suite was a hellish tease just three guys and
five girls. And didn't they just all know their drawing
power? First things first though.
Well clear of the Heads now, the lights of Sydney just
a glow on the fading rear horizon, it was time for
dinner in the Starlight Club lounge. Having by
necessity to pre-book for the entire trip, four
complete tables for our entourage alone, we decided our
small group would road-test the "Kontiki" bar as an
aperitif. The girls, all done up in nice dresses, high
heels and make-up, looked anything but underage we
weren't expecting too many ID checks. The sheer
relaxation of being in unpressured surroundings and
with no time constraints for once, was a rare luxury.
Not long after we had seated ourselves at a darkened
but rather cosy little nook down the far end of the
cabin, with a round of old Jack and some Island Coolers
for the girls, several of the others turned up,
including Graeme, but without Chloe and Kirsten not
surprisingly. With Hollywood's best special-effects
team, Kirsten could still look no more than twelve! Hot
as my three appeared (and I hadn't missed Jerry's on-
going glances at Jenna's low cut dress) little Cathy's
turnout was to die for as she winged-in on Mal's arm.
A couple of months younger than Jenna, she was still
fifteen, not that you would have known in that evening
dress she had on. Shining dark brown hair swept up at
the back and with a beautiful little pendant around her
neck that complimented two tiny emerald ear-studs. She
was just beautiful. Not having indulged in much more
than a passing "Hi" since all those months earlier at
Warwick's place, I aimed to do something about that and
long before this cruise was finished. Larissa caught me
looking at her and tugged my arm playfully.
"Way too young for you," she teased. She had to be
kidding!
Not that Larissa herself was anything but desire
incarnate. Clingy black evening dress, split up the
left hand side and though showing enough to tease, was
marginally insufficient to get arrested for. I squeezed
her hand and leaning forwards kissed her softly.
George... ever George, just smiled at me.
We were on to our third round of drinks when a steward
from the Club Restaurant notified us that our dinner
booking was ready. I had to pry Jerry loose from
Jenna's arm. What's wrong with that guy? He's turning
into a real lap-dog so far as my daughter is concerned!
I won't bore the reader with details of our gastronomic
endeavors that night. Suffice to say, the food was
exquisite and the dance floor one hell of an
aphrodisiac. Ingesting the different perfumes of pretty
much a dozen hot and sexy little girls as they allowed
themselves to be held up close and personal, one hand
tightly around their waist, had a longer-lasting effect
than the bourbon let me tell you. I can't speak for the
other guys but as the night wore on I was finding it
harder... ..well lets just leave it at that shall we?
says it all.
Saved the last dance for Kylie and in less time than it
took to twirl her around just the once, the earlier
caresses and soft words with all those other girls were
but a memory. I loved and wanted her so much then, it
was hurting me. She knew I could see it in her eyes.
Oddly, there is just one person on this planet, living
of all places in Clemson South Carolina, and she knows
who I mean, who understands what I am trying to tell
you here.
What Kylie and I share is beyond special... beyond
defining. In another life we undoubtedly shared this
same intense relationship only now it was her turn to
be my daughter. Not caring whoever happened to be
watching, I kissed her on the lips and simply
whispered, "Later sweetheart."
On my way back to our suite, I had to check and see who
it was on my arm. A beautiful little blonde poppet
smiled up at me Michelle... thank God it wasn't Jerry
or Brad! She couldn't have chosen a better moment I
loved her too! I think it was our suite we entered
wasn't of major importance at that stage. There was a
bed... that's all I needed. I pulled her down with me
and she melted in my arms. I have no recollection of
removing her dress but the next thing I knew she was
lying beside me in just her panties and nothing else.
Slipping my hand up between those incredibly warm
thighs I felt her reaction as I caressed the front of
her knickers with not a little urgency.
She murmured something but I couldn't tell what. I just
had to kiss her all over. Starting with those wonderful
lightly glossed lips I worked my way around to her neck
which had her making all kinds of hot little sounds.
Gasping softly as I kissed her breasts and now very
erect nipples, I felt the softness of her flat tummy
and turning her over quickly, tugged down her tiny
little briefs. Spreading her legs gently, the gasps
turned to whimpers and after that I was lost.
It was only as I experienced the greatest of releases
that I realised the other double bed was anything but
empty. It was also anything but quiet. Though bathed in
simply moonlight, the occupants and their deliberations
were entirely visible. Jerry, Wayne and Graham were
completely naked. They had Jenna, still with her
evening dress on apparently, although pushed well up
past her hips, kneeling on all fours between them.
From what I could make out, Wayne was fondling her
breasts right down her dress while wanking himself with
his free hand. Jerry had a hold of her hips and was
taking her hard from the rear with long deep strokes to
judge by his own groans of pleasure. Jenna meanwhile
was wriggling about in near-ecstasy and to my
everlasting amazement, had a hold of Graham's erection
which she was taking into her mouth as he knelt there,
sucking him like there was no tomorrow. The harder
Jerry fucked her the greater her moans of pleasure and
the deeper she seemed to be taking Graham into her
mouth.
"Oh God, Jenna," Graham muttered as he quite obviously
came in her mouth. Gripping a handful of her hair
tightly, he made sure she had to swallow most every
last drop. Jerry meanwhile had begun filling the
furthest recesses of her young pussy as he clutched her
hips and simply drove it into her. With her hot little
ass as elevated as she could get it, she was making
sure nothing distracted Jerry from his deliberations. I
couldn't see Wayne's culminating performance but a
sudden shocked, "Ohhhhhhhh!" seemed to indicate he had
jetted a whole lot of naughty stuff all over her
somewhere.
That dress was definitely going to be in need of some
urgent dry-cleaning. I noticed too as she sat back on
her heels, hands between her legs, that Wayne had
managed to get both her breasts out which even now he
was fondling and pulling playfully as they jutted free
of her dress-top, while she sat there compliantly,
seemingly unmoved to stop him.
"You have the hottest little tits sweetheart," he
mumbled. Predictably, Jenna just giggled.
Either totally oblivious to my presence or simply
uncaring, the three of them were now in the process of
pushing Jenna on to her back.
"C'mon, lets strip her completely." said Graham. I want
to fuck her naked."
Having only to divest her of the dress and bra, it was
the work of but a moment. Her little mock cry of shock
as they got her bra off leaving her fully nude, was
priceless.
It was only then I glanced down at my side and
discovered Michelle had obviously sustained a subtle
degree of emotional overload and was curled up beside
me sound asleep. Kissing her softly on the cheek, I
slipped the covers up around her.
Well Graham did say he wanted to fuck her naked and
that's precisely what he did. Dragged to the edge of
the bed, where Jerry and Wayne held her legs as wide as
they could get them, Graham wasn't about to waste time
with any unnecessary foreplay. Jenna gasped for real,
as he pushed right up inside her pussy. It was too dark
to make out any details, I can only assume how easy it
would have been for him, given the quantity of Jerry's
cum that would have still been on-site.
"You are such a hot little slut Jenna," he remarked, "I
so love doing this to you." One couldn't really debate
the virtues of either statement at that point. His
words carried no offense despite their literal meaning.
I realised then how many years he must have been
looking at her seated behind her desk in class, aware
of her girlish tease and simply longing to get his
hands inside her bra and panties, if not other things.
How many teachers suffer this agony every day
worldwide?
As both Jerry and Wayne began rubbing her breasts as
they jiggled in response to Graham's hard thrusts, I
could see Jenna was almost totally given over to the
sensations she was experiencing. Audibly demanding he
fuck her harder, she responded to Wayne's asking her to
"rub her own tits" by cupping them and squeezing them
in apparently total ecstasy. The other two were left to
wank themselves insensible. Graham had a hold of her
legs himself and bent now at the knees, he had them
spread so wide that had it been daytime, the view would
have been wildly arousing let's say.
For my part, this was cruelty supreme. Not because I
was watching my daughter getting pleasurably raped, but
because more than anything else, I wanted to fuck her
myself preferably with her two other sisters
alongside.
I didn't even stay for Wayne's turn or whatever was to
follow. Just as Graham jettisoned what must have been
his secondary delivery of the night well up in-between
her legs, Wayne was leaning across, asking her
something. What that might be one can only surmise.
Suffice to say though that as I got off the bed and
began to make my way to the door, I saw Jenna easing
her naked and abused body astride his lap, indicating
the likelihood of his wanting to fuck her front-on as
she knelt there like that. Goddammit. I so knew what
that felt like too!
I figured they had a whole lot more planned for her,
individually and together, not to mention when Michelle
woke up.
Wondering where George, Larissa and my other two had
ended up, I knocked on the door of the adjoining suite
722. Steve opened it and ushered me in, looking
somewhat hastily up and down the corridor as he did so.
A cursory glance around the cabin and I could see why!
Pretty much identical a layout to our suite, there must
have been fourteen or fifteen people packed in there.
It wasn't an origami class either.
On the double bed nearest to the door was a sight that
almost stripped my retinas bare. Feisty little Louise
Archer was lying full length on a girl I couldn't see
but with her legs spread, to match those of the girl
beneath her. Literally pussy to pussy, both were making
the most of the volcanically hot contact between their
legs. Triangular patches of light and dark curls
forming the most delightfully arousing friction.
Although obscured somewhat by Brad's back, who was
doing something to his daughter I just couldn't see,
the two older moms Sue and Anne, though fully
dressed, were not only rubbing the two younger girl's
pussies, they were fingering them to the hilt as they
writhed in unfettered pleasure. The one beneath Louise,
wriggling almost on heat so it appeared. At the point
Anne slid her hand up beneath Sue's skirt and most
especially with her daughter Tanya perched on the
corner of the bed watching her mom being fingered, one
hand inside her own panties, I quite reasonably decided
I'd probably knocked on the right door.
Leaving the two younger girls to their own devices,
Anne and Sue began to kiss. Sue returned the other
woman's up-skirt favor and within seconds, both were
clearly masturbating the other. Tanya's own efforts
were given a boost moments later when Steve knelt down
in front of the girl and pulling her hand free of her
knickers, replaced it with his own.
Tanya gave a yelp of surprise but made no effort to
stop him. Her mom meanwhile was in the process of
divesting Anne of her knickers and as one ragingly hot
and trimmed little pussy was displayed for all to see,
Tanya's was playing host to Steve's middle finger.
Glancing at her daughter's predicament momentarily, Sue
nodded her approval.
The shocks kept coming. On the adjoining bed was a
sight that was simply too much, even for my warped need
for gratuitous sexual stimulation. Pete's seventeen
year old son Michael, obviously keen to carry on the
family tradition, was taking full advantage of the fact
that his father was holding a struggling Kylie (in just
her bra and panties evidently) on his lap with her arms
pinioned behind her. Kneeling in front of her and
responding to his dad's instructions to "C'mon, fuck
the little cunt," he wasted no time in extricating his
somewhat impressive erection.
"Well get her panties off son," Pete barked at him.
"You're gonna fuck her, not ask her to dance."
This brought on a fresh round of struggling as the boy
pulled her knickers down, exposing what for him must
have been quite some visual Utopia. Pete himself tugged
her bra straps off her shoulders, which left her
breasts completely open to his son's gaze and bearing
what quite obviously were as erect a pair of nipples as
any seventeen year old boy could possibly hope to see.
It spurred him on to greater daring, as he tentatively
fondled first one then the other as the girl gasped and
wriggled.
It was at that stage, Kylie looked across and saw me
watching her get intimately molested.
"Oh Gosh dad," she cried out at seeing me acknowledge
her predicament. The poor boy leaped off the bed like a
scalded cat trying in vain to cover his erection.
"Its OK son," I said, "Schools in for the night. You
just do what you gotta do. Its cool"
He looked at me stunned, as did his Father I imagine.
"A..are you sure its alright?" he asked plaintively,
renegotiating the coverlet gingerly.
"Well son," I added, "Given your dad's behaviour the
other week with this rather wayward little girl, I
kinda figure she's not gonna mind too much. Just treat
her gentle, OK?"
"Dad!! " She cried out in total fake hurt. Those
wonderfully sexy little eyes were smiling though.
"God, Am I going to fuck her senseless later tonight,"
I thought to myself.
Watching her being penetrated by a seventeen year old
boy was just about the hottest thing I have ever seen.
He didn't have much of a clue as to how to progress...
and that just rendered it hotter still. Having no
trouble spreading her vaginal lips and pushing up
inside her, he seemed embarrassed having to pump her
with an audience on hand (well, especially the girl's
father!) His escalating pleasure however got him well
and truly over the line. Watching as she lay back on
Pete spreading her legs wide, allowing him better
access, was doing things to me.
Just then something else happening behind me did a
whole lot more.
Supposing both or all participating girls had cum, Brad
had wandered off and the tableau began to break up.
Steve had Tanya face down on the floor the far side of
the bed and from the looks of it was raping her silly.
As I saw Louise disentangling herself from her hot
partner they indulged in one last passionate kiss and I
saw who it was. Natalie!
At almost the same instant she saw me.
"Oh my God dad," she said, "How long have you been
here?"
"Long enough to discover that you like other girls
sweetheart," I replied, "Not just your sisters, but
hey, that's great honey, nothing to be embarrassed
about."
Before we were able to engage in further conversation,
George appeared beside me. As Natalie desperately tried
to cover her nakedness he took her hand.
"You needn't be embarrassed Natalie," he said, "You are
just so beautiful." He then kissed her and got himself
on the bed right alongside her. He looked up at me.
"With my full blessing my friend," I told him. I meant
every word.
Natalie wanted him. I was never surer about anything in
my life. She helped him off with his shirt then lay
back and allowed him to kiss her passionately. As he
lowered his lips to her nipples she let out a little
gasp of pleasure and I saw her legs widen instinctively
as his lips touched her skin just beneath her breasts
then down towards her flat and still girlish abdomen.
At the point his fingers began to caress her intimately
between her legs, she was his for as long as he wanted
her. I didn't fancy anyone else's chances with my
eldest daughter that night at least... of either sex.
A series of "Ohhhhs" interrupted my reverie. Turning
back to the other bed it was clear Michael had just
unleashed most every seed he possessed, deep inside
Kylie's pussy. He was finding it hard to come to grips
with the fact that the act was complete. He definitely
wanted more. His father was like-minded however and
without so much as an "Excuse me Ma'am .. but may I?"
he flipped her around on his lap which presented
Michael with as hot a young female ass as I imagine he
had ever seen... or felt up! He began immediately to
address the latter shortcoming.
Pete meanwhile had his dick at the ready and with Kylie
now straddling his lap, was able to slip it well up
inside her with maybe not too much finesse, but plenty
of zest.
As he began to really penetrate her in earnest the
whimpers started, becoming fully-fledged moans as he
began additionally to nuzzle her breasts as they
jiggled but inches from his face. Michael had both
hands on her bottom feeling the soft curves all the way
to her hips.
Moving in closer, they had Kylie sandwiched in between
them and at his father's urging to "rub her tits son,"
the boy reached up and began playing with her breasts
and nipples, his own cock, fully erect once more, now
pressed-up against her lower back. Kylie glanced across
and seeing me watching as Pete gave her youthful pussy
the treatment she so craved, she just smiled that
insufferably sexy little smile of hers.
I had to see out the final last act, and as Pete
pistoned in to her that last few times, completely
adrift from reality now, I could feel his desire and
his rampant lust as he spurted his entire consignment
of hot sperm deep inside her. For just a moment
afterwards, his cock still holed-up in the depths, he
stared at her.
"You fuck like an angel sweetheart," I heard him
mutter. Now, ain't that the truth!
The sounds of girls experiencing varying degrees of
lustful pleasure were in evidence all over the cabin.
On the nearby single bed, pretty little Cathy was
kneeling between Connor and Sandy. Still in her tight
evening dress, she was lying back, eyes closed, against
Connor as with both hands down the front of her dress,
he was manipulating, much to their joint pleasure I'd
estimate, her small but rampantly sexy little breasts.
Sandy was making herself equally at home. With the
girls knees spread wide, her dress pushed up, and her
panties long since history, she had her head well up
between Cathy's thighs and appeared to be licking the
young girl's pussy with a rare passion.
For her part, Cathy was thrusting her hips up to meet
the older girl's tongue and was making the hottest
little noises as a huge orgasm overtook her while I
watched. Giving her little respite, they then undressed
her completely and even as I watched, manoeuvered her
around until she was lying face down on the very edge
of the bed, legs over the side.
Naked from the waist down, Sandy positioned herself so
that she was kneeling, legs wide apart, not inches from
Cathy's face, while Connor got down on the floor behind
the girl and holding her around the hips, took less
than ten seconds to locate the entry he sought, between
the girls legs. Whether she had been fucked already
that night I couldn't say, but judging by the ease with
which he got it in her I'd say she probably had!
Certainly aware of what was expected of her, she wasted
no time in lapping at Sandy's awesomely exposed pussy
while Connor took his own sweet time in setting up a
rhythm deep within the young girl's vagina. The three
of them were contributing mightily to the overall
sounds of contentment reverberating around the cabin. I
hadn't even realised till then, I had my own erection
out and was stroking myself without shame.
No sooner had Connor completed his tour of duty by
spurting what appeared to be a near uterus-filling
amount of cum up inside the little brunette, when who
should appear bedside but her father. Fully admiring
his daughter's servicing of the older girl, and the
stark cries of ecstasy her young tongue was eliciting,
Mal swiftly took Connor's place and grabbing a hold of
his cute daughter's highly visible rear end, he pulled
his own cock free and drove it deep between her legs.
Giving a little yelp of surprise at his enthusiastic
penetration, she turned her head and saw just who it
was fucking her so pleasurably.
"Dad! " she cried out. "You shouldn't be doing that!"
So saying, she wriggled her cute fifteen-year old ass
in his face for his specific benefit and ensuring of
course, that he continued with the assault.
"Fuck her hard," encouraged Connor, seemingly unsure
whether to watch Cathy's incestuous rape or his
partner's approaching orgasm courtesy of this hot
little girl's tongue. From my perspective, I was able
to watch both with unrestricted ease.
Towards the far left hand side of the cabin, there was
more frenetic activity being perpetrated on the double
bunk. Two girls entwined on the top one of them being
Caitlin I think. Couldn't see who the other was. Either
way, they had their hands all over each other and were
kissing furiously. Caitlin was down to her undies, the
other girl looked like she was still dressed. Not for
long, I was thinking.
It was the contents of the lower bunk that fuelled my
interest. If there is one thing I find highly arousing,
it's a girl being fucked silly in just her high heels.
(I had plans for Kylie along those lines, if the truth
be known) Shame it had to have been Larissa though.
Whether Brad (for such was the identity of her partner)
had taken everything off but those... or had made her
put them on later, I couldn't tell.
Nevertheless, to see her lying there completely naked
on her back, her arms above her head holding on to the
metal frame, her legs draped wantonly across his
shoulders while Brad fucked her in the ultimate
missionary position was both arousing in the extreme
and somewhat sad (for me) in its reality.
Bravely I smiled down at her when she finally saw me.
The last thing I wanted was to make her feel bad or
demeaned in any way. I even heard myself uttering the
hypocritical words, "Its cool Larissa, I'm OK with this
now just enjoy yourself sweetheart." But damn it, did
she have to enjoy it that much?
Brad was hot. Driving into her with such force I was
wondering just how sturdy that bunk really was. At the
point she reached flame-out, Larissa was crying out for
him to fuck her even harder and had her legs splayed to
such an extent, the heels of her shoes were scraping
his shoulders. Probably unaware even that she was
rubbing and pulling her own breasts in ecstasy, she
just arched herself ever higher as he finally came in
her with creditable momentum. He must have been pumping
it into her for ten seconds or more.
Figuring it might lessen my own annoyance, I knelt down
beside her as Brad withdrew and kissed her deeply.
Interesting I thought, that throughout the entire
coupling I had just witnessed, Brad hadn't kissed her
once. She smiled at me like the proverbial Cheshire
Cat, and taking my hands, held them to her breasts. I
think I kicked Brad clean off the bunk!
For the remainder of the night there is but one
interlude I want to mention. There were many of course,
each uniquely arousing and sexy in their own way and
not just that night or even just that room obviously.
Others I will detail perhaps in the next episode.
By 11 p.m. everyone was nearing collapse. As always,
the girls seemed to be holding out best. We all decided
to call it a night and thus locating Kylie and Natalie
from beneath variously interested partners (of both
sexes) I had them dress sufficiently to cover the short
distance back to our own cabin without being locked-up
in the brig overnight on charges of indecent exposure.
On entering our own cabin with George and Larissa,
Jerry and Michelle were sound asleep in one of the
double beds, Wayne was in the bathroom getting dressed
while Jenna, believe it or not was still fully naked,
down on her forearms on the far edge of the quilt, her
bum well up, letting Graham fuck her as hard as he knew
how.
Those classroom fantasies really were taking a while to
play out! I could but wonder just what they had all
been doing to her, in the time we were next door. I
wasn't expecting a verbal run-down let's say! With the
lights now on, the amount of cum all over her face,
hair... and rear end in particular, suggested it had
been an "interesting" session to say the least.
"OK, that's it for the evening Jenna," I told her, as
Graham appeared to finalise his one last shot for
glory.
Rather than disturb the other two, George and Larissa
took a bunk each. After Wayne and Graham had taken
their leave (and neither I noticed were walking that
well) I sent Jenna in to have a shower and get herself
cleaned up. In the mood she was, I made sure none of us
went in there with her either. After she emerged a
short time later, the hours of abuse had caught up with
her and collapsing on to her little trundle bed, she
was asleep before her head hit the pillow. Natalie I
sent on in to have a shower ahead of us.
Those particular staterooms each had the most
magnificent private balconies which yielded up a one-
eighty degree view starboard. Fold-out lounges and
deckchairs meant one could relax for hours while
watching whatever was out there to be watched. The
passing ocean, approaching or receding coastlines
even a pack of sharks eating some hapless passenger-
overboard.
It was remarkably peaceful that night as I took Kylie
out there through the sliding glass doors. I stood with
her, my arms around her shoulders, just looking up at
the bank of twinkling stars the hum of the great
diesel motors about the only other sound of the night.
Still very warm, the peace and tranquility of the
passing ocean was mildly intoxicating. I heard Natalie
call out "Goodnight Dad!" and turning around called out
to her through the open door, "Be in with you in a few
minutes sweetie." I was so looking forward to sleeping
with her.
"Isn't it just beautiful dad?' whispered Kylie hugging
me to her. Indeed it was. Freed of metropolitan air
pollution, the stars winked with a clarity they cannot
achieve in suburbia. The moon had never seemed to well
delineated or so magnetic. Far above us, the lights of
a plane were the only man-made intrusion into a vista
of unparalleled magnificence.
I sat down on the fold-out and drew Kylie down on to my
lap. Outlined in virginal moonlight, her profile was
one of indescribable beauty. Her youth accentuated, her
warmth a constant reminder of the little girl I had
held and loved since birth.
As she turned her face to me, I kissed her and somehow
it wasn't like other kisses. In that second, I lost my
fear of something... What? I don't know. The fear of
growing old? The fear that I would one day lose my
daughters? The fear of being alone? Fear that I
couldn't prevent time from taking its toll on every
facet of my life. Whatever... that kiss banished any
and all negativity that had ever been in my life.
"I love you so much Kylie," I whispered a totally
inadequate statement given what I was then feeling.
She flicked a lock of hair out of eyes - a gesture that
made me shiver with its simplistic innocence. I desired
her more than anything I could explain.
"I know dad," she whispered and nuzzling my neck,
brought my entire nervous system to a state of anarchy.
My arms encircled her waist and as I brought them
higher, feeling the soft curve of the underside of her
breasts, I felt her tense... not through trepidation,
but through a realisation of what she knew I needed...
what we both needed.
Kissing her neck softly, she let out an involuntary
moan... the softest of sounds, but on a night like
that, a moan that was carried on the wind and which
magnified somehow, both her innocence and her youth.
Slipping one hand up beneath the hem of her dress I
felt her sudden intake of breath. I also made the
fortuitous discovery that she had not replaced her
panties for the trip to our cabin. Reaching higher, my
fingers located the ultimate heat-source. Breathing as
heavily as me, she spread her legs slightly and as my
fingers slipped inside, I felt cum flooding out between
my fingers and trickling now down her thighs. Far from
having negative feelings about this, I found it highly
arousing to imagine what had eventuated recently to
cause such a seminal build-up.
Penetrating her now to quite some depth, Kylie was
wriggling and desperate to be kissed passionately. We
were long past the final exit... only the end of the
runway now!
Unzipping the dress at the back, she stood up briefly
and slipping the straps off her shoulders, let it fall
to the ground. She had nothing on beneath it. I had her
straddle me on the long chair and with my own erection
just this side of seething insanity I allowed her to
guide it deep inside her.
I didn't want to spoil the moment by moving... by doing
anything Just taking in her moonlit silhouette as she
sat on me, proud breasts needing simply to be sucked
and loved, hips to be caressed and her beautiful hair
as it swayed enticingly around her shoulders. She had
always been mine as I have always been hers. I wanted
to cry, I wanted the moment to never end.
So careful was I with that first gentle thrust up into
her. She had her hands on my shoulders and was willing
me on. I took her gently and despite my need to possess
her physically, spiritually, emotionally... I wanted
her to feel everything I was doing to her and to
remember that moment for all her life as would I. I
wondered if Natalie was watching. I knew that even if
she was she would understand and say nothing to me
about it. I would share with her too, the most special
of moments later that night.
Gradually, an urgency came to both of us. An urgency
that despite the emotional content, has to be addressed
the only way it can. My rate of penetration deepened,
my grip on her waist noticeably tightened. There was in
evidence much moaning how much of it was mine, I have
no idea.
"Oh dad," was all she said as I reached a level of deep
vaginal therapy that I had never managed previously.
"I want you to cum in me dad" she pleaded, sounding
quite unlike she ever had. Never had she even said that
to me before. I was determined right then to use her
beautiful repository in such a way that no-one ever had
or ever will again.
It was accomplished almost in silence. I felt the
sudden irreversible build-up as did she. Somehow she
had orchestrated her own orgasm simultaneously with my
own. Kissing her at the critical moment, never had any
transfer been so acutely pleasurable or deep-seated.
For a moment I could feel the inside of her vagina
pulsing with readiness and drawing out of me everything
I had to give her. My love for her at that very moment
was incomprehensibly deep and meaningful. Kissing
wasn't enough, though our lips were together a full
five minutes I would estimate.
As the last straggler hiked its way up to her Fallopian
tubes, she smiled at me and we spoke not a word. I
kissed her breasts, her face, her arms, even her wrists
a very erotic area if there is any shared awareness.
"Would you understand what I meant if I said I wished I
could have married you Kylie?" I whispered to her.
"Of course I do," she replied. "In my heart you already
have dad," she added softly, hugging me so close.
I tried not to let her see the tears.
© Peter_Pan 2005
"The Complete Harper Valley"
http://www.lulu.com/content/106537
Published autobiography at:
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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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