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Harper Valley: Family Crisis
by Peter Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)
***
In response to several emotionally-levered emails
received this week and in light of the fact it IS
Christmas, I will submit one "last" Harpers episode...
it will at least give closure to "Harper's Afloat."
Please read the concluding "Author's Note" for a
strictly short-term special offer. (MMf, ff, ped, bi,
1st, inc, orgy)
***
Kylie and I remained on that balcony for maybe twenty
minutes in silent contemplation of the beauty, if not
ethereal splendor of that particular night. The only
communication necessary then, being to caress her arms
and shoulders once in a while and to nuzzle up against
her neck whispering such words that I hoped would
convey the full extent of my feelings for her.
A few times she turned her head to me and just smiled
prettily. The need for physical exertion was long past
and eventually she picked up her dress and slipped it
over her shoulders even as she sat on me. As she
smoothed it over her hips, I zipped it up for her,
aware suddenly of just how intimate a gesture that
actually was. Equally as sharing and as sexual in its
performance as anything that had preceded it.
Kissing me as tenderly as she knew how, she just
whispered, "Goodnight dad. Go to Natalie now, she needs
you as much as I do."
I needed them more than anything I realised.
I could see Michelle snuggled up against her father as
I crossed the room. She was just a little girl like all
the rest of them. So obviously trusting of him, she was
sound asleep, his arms around her encircling her young
breasts as he held her to him. Jerry was fast asleep
too. I wondered if they had been active a little
earlier. I was sure they would have, Michelle would
have seen to it. Besides, the happy if not angelic look
on her face virtually guaranteed the fact!.
Natalie was almost asleep – completely naked. How could
one father have so many impossibly sexy daughters? As I
climbed in, she half-stirred and I pulled her to me. I
kissed her neck and allowed my hands to slip under her
arms and then to gently caress her enticingly warm
breasts. She made a little sound like "mmmmmm." I
nuzzled her deeper as I fondled those beautifully soft
and pliant mounds upon which her nipples were
indisputably hardening.
"Make love to me dad," she murmured, still three-
quarters drowsy.
Has it come to your notice by chance, just how sexy and
satisfying it is to penetrate a girl when she is half-
asleep? The "possessional" and "submissive" factors
come readily into play when you are able to push
further and further into her as she just sighs and
wriggles in a barely conscious condition. Natalie just
lay there on her side, having turned to face me.
Holding her leg up slightly I just permitted myself the
luxury of pushing in between the folds of her labia as
she lightly groaned with anticipation. I kissed her and
continued penetrating her gently until she simply fell
asleep as the rhythmic pleasure overcame all else. Very
gently I eased her onto her back.
Even by such moonlight as had found its way into that
cabin, I could see clearly her sweet and quite innocent
expression as she slept there, one hand on her tummy
the other on the pillow. The night’s activities would
have fairly exhausted her, as it would have all of
them. Slowly I parted her legs and knelt between them.
She barely stirred as I penetrated her once more. More
than anything, I wanted her to stay asleep this time.
Her compliant little pussy was making me so hot I found
it hard to restrain myself but by necessity, I stuck
with the game plan and intruded upon her womb’s
antechamber as one might a very young virgin. That she
felt pleasure, even asleep, was quite obvious by the
lightest of sounds issuing from her lips and a few
satisfied half-smiles on her pretty face. Occasionally
I would kiss her breasts and at one stage she even
raised her own hand to her nipples, pleasuring herself
in her unconscious state.
I could feel her vaginal muscles engaging automatic
clamp-mode even as my own pleasure reached its zenith.
Concurrently I became aware that her legs were
spreading yet further apart and simply the sensation of
being inside her while she remained in so submissive a
position, carried me over the edge. Never had I
actually "felt" the ejaculatory process more keenly and
as I pumped the last few milligrams of remaining sperm
inside her, I wished for just the briefest of
unintelligent moments, that I was making her pregnant.
Withdrawing, I lay beside her and just watched as she
slowly turned on her side, one hand fulfilling an
automatic response to cup her pussy protectively. I was
asleep myself within five minutes, but not before I
kissed her moist, almost pouty little lips just one
more time.
The morning brought complete chaos! Think about it -
five teenage girls and one bathroom? By the time the
last one (Larissa) emerged, a veritable assembly-line
of scrubbed, sweet-smelling youth filled the cabin with
sexy promise. Not that anyone was thinking along those
specific lines I would imagine, given the previous
night’s frenetic activities.
As I have so often observed, how can these girls look
just such untouched and innocent little virgins in the
light of a new dawn, given their unrestrained erotic
involvement just hours earlier? Jenna especially, has
recuperative powers denied the average Tibetan Monk.
Even as, smiling sweetly at me from across the room
whilst tying her hair back neatly, she called out
"Morning daddy!" I knew what she was really thinking.
I’m sure she picked-up on my underlying preferences
too!
Breakfast was a smorgasboard of optional delights, from
an olde English fried platter to a more traditional
European-styled croissant and fresh fruit conglomerate.
Being British by birthright, the sausages, bacon and
scrambled eggs won-out as far as my palate was
concerned.
It was later while we all hung out on the private
balcony, observing the far distant land mass of
Vanuatu, that I realised that for all our memorable
interactions at the various Harper gatherings, we had
never really spent any time getting to know each other,
let alone each other’s daughters. Pleasant as removing
the girl’s bras and panties have been all year, plus
any and all ensuing debauchery, except for Larissa, I
really didn’t know what made them all tick.
Thus seated on the extended sea-lounge with my arm
around Michelle and Larissa, hugging them to me and
chatting on a wide range of subjects of common
interest, I noticed Jerry over by the handrail talking
animatedly with Jenna. At the other end of the balcony,
George, Kylie and Natalie had drawn up three deck-
chairs together and I could see him holding each girl’s
hand on either side rather intimately, as the three of
them chatted away obviously greatly enjoying each
other’s company.
That’s really what this cruise inevitably was all about
– company!
Quite a strong breeze had blown up and with the girls’
hair billowing around their shoulders albeit quite
delightfully, we decided to go back inside. That’s the
one advantage of a receding hairline such that the
years have inflicted on my good self. Even In
hurricane-force winds, I look little different!
Disembarking many hours later at Port Vila, we decided
that rather than try to co-ordinate a party of thirty-
plus people, everyone would just do their own touristy
thing, with the aim of a late rendezvous back aboard
The Pacific Princess early in the evening. Wonderfully
warm but without any energy-sapping humidity, you
couldn’t have asked for more pleasurable conditions.
Appealingly dressed young girls as far as the eye could
see – and not just in our party either, added to the
tropical attractions on display that morning.
"Aren’t we enough for you dad?" Kylie teased, slipping
her arm into mine as she walked alongside, fully
interrupting my thoughts as I watched a pretty little
red-head just ahead of us tying her hair up into a
pony-tail as she walked with her family. I have always
found it fascinating how girls do that so neatly with
no way of seeing what they’re doing.
"Well, since you ask Kylie!... " I replied. She
looked-up at me quizzically for a moment before tugging
my arm playfully and flashing that sexy little smile
she does when the situation calls for it.
Just then, Chloe and Kirsten caught us up and making it
obvious they wanted an early-morning hug – who was I to
disappoint them? In the skimpy little summer-dress she
had on, freshly-washed hair curling up around her
shoulders, Kirsten looked for all the world a young
teenager now, rather than someone in their second-last
year of primary school. She cuddled like one too. Now I
really was distracted!
Having first sought their dad’s permission, they asked
if they could tag along with Jenna. To be honest,
Graham was that busy trying to ingratiate himself
between Natalie and Kylie I think he would have agreed
to whatever they’d asked. I sure as hell didn’t mind. A
couple more hot little teases on site was precisely the
kind of therapy I figured I could always use. Under-age
or not, I most assuredly wasn’t about to get picky!
Jerry and Michelle were last seen linking-up with
Keith, Brittany and Wayne’s cabin-load, all heading off
for a few Melanesian delights at a place called Poppy’s
on The Lagoon.
The gentlest of "Good mornings" assailed me and my day
was complete as Larissa took my hand.
"Ohhh Hi sweetheart," I said, turning my head and
giving her a kiss on the lips, "This is a really nice
surprise I don’t mind saying. Where’s your dad?"
"He’s with Warwick, Brianna, Mal and Cathy," she
replied softly, brushing a lock of hair out of her
eyes, "I don’t know where they’re going – he didn’t
say."
I didn’t care either and holding her tight we crossed
the road as Jenna had unfortunately just seen her first
souvenir shop. I cursed the fact I had forgotten to
cut-up my Amex card before leaving the cabin.
Were I to exhaustively detail the ensuing six or seven
hours, readers of this site would understandably be
bored to distraction having not logged-in one imagines,
to be regaled with a PG-rated re-run of Gilligan’s
Island. I must however make mention of one memorable
interlude.
The aptly named Hideaway Island Resort links up with a
magnificent Marine sanctuary whose crystal-clear waters
are home to amongst other things, the world’s only
underwater post-office. Visitors are offered a range of
cutesy waterproof letters and postcards which after
completing and addressing you have to "mail" by diving
into the sea and hand delivering to the postmaster
himself who is decked out in full snorkelling gear and
seated in a rather natty Vanuatu Post cubicle behind
his desk on the sea floor. For young kids in the peak
of condition, it is easy enough to hold your breath for
the twenty-five seconds or so it takes to ‘deliver’ the
item.
All the girls had their bikini swimmers on underneath
their dresses/shorts whatever, and gazing at this
constant parade of skimpy little tops and bottoms as
they discarded their outer clothing, was more than
worth the price of admission. Watching Chloe and Jenna
as they followed each other into the water I was
thinking, "Hell, what a rush for that guy down there,
seeing an unending procession of semi-exposed budding
young breasts swimming towards you all day. Whatever
they paid him, it was way too much!
Even as Kirsten and Larissa hauled themselves back up
on to the rectangular diving platform, Paul and his
daughter Chantelle turned up. Not having met Graham, I
introduced them to one another. The girls of course,
all being at the same school, knew each other already.
At the furthest end of the resort the jungle encroaches
almost to the breakwater and appearing to be completely
deserted along the far beach, the girls all wanted to
sunbake for a while. Fortunately, Natalie and Larissa
had shown a commendable degree of forward-thinking in
bringing a blanket each. Laying them down where we
found some shade from the overhanging tropical growth,
Most of us squeezed on to them with just Kirsten, Jenna
and Chantelle electing to lie face-down on the sand.
Hot though not murderously so, Graham, Paul and I
shared sun-screen-application duties. Could there be a
more pleasurable task?
Cream all over your fingertips bequeaths the masseur
almost carte blanche to intrude on semi-indecent areas
of the female body one otherwise could barely justify.
Graham in particular I noticed, was not one to pass up
any such opportunity. Crouched behind Natalie as she
knelt in front of him, he clearly was taking his time
rubbing lotion into her shoulders while slipping her
straps far lower than were necessary. Working his way
around to the front I saw his fingers deftly smoothing
the cream deep into her cleavage as she protected what
fragmentary modesty those skimpy little cups afforded,
by holding them tightly to her breasts. She smiled up
at him cheekily a couple of times.
I should be so hypocritical! With Chloe stretched out
face-down beside me, I was applying lotion to her lower
back and with that pert little ass just begging for
some meaningful contact, I worked my fingers
experimentally beneath her elastic and allowed myself
the luxury of smoothing a little more "protection"
across the top of those hot little cheeks. Giggling,
she turned her pretty head towards me and wriggled that
little bottom as sexily as she knew how.
I moved on to Kirsten as Graham indicated to Kylie she
should take her sister’s place on the rug. Teasing him
unmercifully, she knelt there facing him, holding her
hair back off her face with both hands, which of course
had the effect of thrusting her breasts out right in
front of him. The most inept attorney should have been
able to get him off any pending sexual-assault charge
by pleading ‘unfair duress’ or ‘temporary insanity.’
Even as I began rubbing lotion onto Kirsten’s
shoulders, my eyes were glued to Graham’s applicatory
methods. Firstly ensuring that her cheeks, nose and
forehead were protected, he made his way south and
smothering her neck with block-out, he began working it
in. Kylie having let go of her hair now just sat there,
breasts as prominent as before, idly watching as he
warmed to his task, his fingers now just inches above
the curve of her breasts. Looking up, I saw her smile
at him and I would swear she wriggled her shoulders
suggestively. Seizing the initiative, and using both
hands now, he began to massage the very top of her
breasts and if that wasn’t a slight gasp of pleasure I
heard Kylie give out... then I’m obviously delusional.
At the point he actually slipped her straps down,
exposing her breasts right to nipple level she quite
audibly murmured something... I couldn’t hear exactly.
What I was then privy to witness though, brought on
measurable cardiac irregularity. Quite without
embarrassment, he began working the lotion across and
between her breasts, one hand deep inside either cup
and massaging her at will. Gravity being what it is,
her top slipped completely down exposing her breasts
fully and Graham’s ministrations of them. For their
part, Larissa, Kirsten, Chloe and Natalie were simply
staring open-mouthed at Kylie’s predicament. Jenna was
in no position to – lying as she was on her tummy on
the far rug, while Paul gave her lower-back the
treatment.
"Hold your hair back for me again Kylie." Graham
muttered. I think she would have stripped for him if he
had asked her to.
Posed thus, her nipples completely erect now, she could
only gasp quietly as he continued rubbing and
manipulating those fair-skinned little mounds. He even
took the opportunity to lean forward and kiss both her
breasts as she knelt there. That which he performed on
her left nipple looked more of a quantitative suck but
hey, let’s give him the benefit of the doubt on that
one. Pulling her top back up for her, Kylie looked
marginally disappointed for a second. He had her then
lay face down.
"Would you like to do that to me?" broke my reverie.
Little Kirsten looked back at me expectantly and I
realised her back was awash with block-out.
"Er... well maybe in a few years sweetheart," I managed
to reply, hastily disposing of the surplus cream in
fully legal areas of her young body. Ok... so maybe I
did slip a little low once or twice... can you blame
me?
Having found inarguable success with his earlier modus
operendi, Graham saw no reason to change tack. Rubbing
oil across Kylie’s back, taking care to work it well
into those delightful inward curves just above her hips
which had her wriggling noticeably, he came ultimately
to her bikini pants that hid little of what lay
beneath. Looking across at me for what reason I know
not, I simply inclined my head as if sensing his
unspoken question.
"Noooooooooo," she gasped, as he tugged the thin
material down sufficiently to reveal the onset of her
delightful cleft. "Don’t pull my pants down... please!"
she begged.
By then however, Graham was already rubbing the lotion
well below her panty-line and heading lower. Kylie for
her part, was certainly no longer being verbally
critical of his work-ethic and had begun wriggling in
earnest the further south his hands reached.
Ultimately, he didn’t have to pull anything down. The
combination of her hip movements and his ever firm
massaging of her upper cheeks caused the material to
slide lower and lower. In five minutes her entire
bottom was exposed and probably so highly aroused
herself by then, she let Graham tug them the rest of
the way after which she just kicked them off.
Now, it was becoming interesting!
Working his way inside her thighs which had the un-
surprising effect of seeing those deliciously tempting
and now fully naked legs parting perceptibly, it behove
Graham to glance back at me once more. This time, I
didn’t need his flight plan – I knew what he had in
mind. (my own hand by now had inched its way to within
centimetres of Kirsten’s central hotspot) I nodded my
acquiescence.
I think he found her G-spot in seconds. Kylie was quite
out of control as he slipped God-knows how many fingers
up inside her. So spread was she now and so hot was it
to look upon, both little Chantelle and Natalie had a
hand down their own bikini working the system steadily.
It was one of the quickest orgasms I ever saw Kylie
pull down – one of the noisiest too. Problem is...
every girl then wanted the same treatment. We could
hardly fuck them all on a public beach although the
nearest group would have needed binoculars to even
make-out the illegalities being perpetrated. Besides
which, it was yet only hours since the previous night’s
depravities. There had to be some sense of decorum
shown.
Paul already had Jenna’s bikini pants at half-mast I
noticed, so pulling them down the rest of the way was
the work of but a second. Like her older sister, she
was unable to show much restraint once he slipped his
fingers up between her slim legs. She didn’t even
object to his pulling off her bra additionally, lying
then submissively naked for him face down, while he
fondled her from neck to crop.
Little Kirsten wanted her own father to "play with her"
which suited me – still having understandable qualms
about sexually exploiting a ten year old. Thus as Kylie
pulled her pants back up and moved to one side, Kirsten
positioned herself alongside her dad on her front,
giggling madly as he pulled her bikini bottoms down...
not for the first time I would guarantee. Was that one
hot little girl?
A plaintive "My turn please," caused me to turn round –
in time to see Larissa on her hands and knees crawling
towards me on the rug from where she had been sitting
near Natalie. You wouldn’t have needed a protractor and
set-square to work out that the angle of incidence
between my eyes and her bikini-top was, if not
optimum... life-threatening. And didn’t she know it?
Given that right that moment Graham was committing
multiple indictable offenses against his younger
daughter, Paul much the same with mine and the other
girls all attending to their own little whims and
fancies as they watched, I doubt anyone was even
looking at us. I kissed Larissa softly on the lips, at
the same time slipping a hand down her top where her
beautiful young breasts awaited my touch. She whimpered
as I grasped her softness, my palm little more than
brushing her nipples in passing.
Pulling her to me so that her legs were splayed either
side of my lap, I allowed one hand to move up flush
between her legs – at that point the bikini pants are
the narrowest. So easy then to slip a finger to one
side of the elastic and burrow the few centimetres
inwards to where girlish innocence once resided but
lately was home to a plethora of more adult emotions –
love, lust and longing amongst them. Her head on my
shoulder now, I pushed in another finger in my quest to
please.
Like Kylie, Larissa brought herself to orgasm way
quicker than usual. Perhaps the thrill of being
fingered in a public place accentuated the pleasure to
be had. I must admit I was sorely tempted to move-up a
cog or two, and especially with what was in my shorts
right about then. As the orgasm washed over her (and my
fingers too if the truth be known) the bond we had
shared for months now seemed ever closer, my love for
her totally superseding the two-way pleasures on offer.
I sat there cuddling her for the longest time
afterwards, just holding her to me, kissing her softly
and realising that never was life ever going to get any
better than at this moment.
Chloe I could see, was helping her little sister pull
her swimmers back up – I didn’t even get to witness the
final stages of her and her dad’s activities. Last I
saw he was slipping a finger up between her legs...
much to Kirsten’s pleasure. Obviously he gained a pass-
mark for his efforts! Jenna had her pants back on and
with both hands behind her, was kneeling there trying
to hook her top back up while Paul was making it
difficult for her, continuing to fondle and kiss her
breasts wantonly through the taut material as she
wriggled about on the rug.
Eventually we all settled for what we originally went
there for. Some quality sunbaking and multiple sessions
in the non-violent surf. For a while afterwards I just
sat there watching as, kneeling or squatting on the
sand, they all combed out their dripping wet hair,
their youthful body-language making me ache once more
with desire. Listening to their girlish chatter as they
either giggled or frowned quite subconsciously, what I
would have given to have been eighteen again. The
entire session was to be repeated several times on
different beaches over the next few days. The faces may
have changed, the wonder of it all didn’t!
That evening , reunited aboard the Pacific Princess and
seated at the dinner table, there was no shortage of
conversation. Seems we weren’t the only group to have
been affected by the tropical sun. Brad, Connor, Jerry,
even Chris and Anne, had all partaken of the various
forbidden fruits on offer it seemed. The girls
certainly had great fun exchanging their various
experiences with their counterparts across the tables,
to judge by the level of giggling between mouthfuls.
I was mid reverie, considerably more than replete,
having finished-off not only my own serving of French
cheesecake, but also the remains of Kylie’s that she
had been forced to leave behind when Connor had asked
her for a quick dance. I vaguely noticed the impeccably
dressed young steward approaching.
"Excuse me Sir," he said, "May I have a word with you?"
"Have several if you wish," I replied. I was in a good
mood.
"Well Sir, is that your daughter?" he asked, indicating
the sexy little brunette being twirled around near the
live band. Connor’s hand I noticed was somewhat below
her Plimsol line.
"It’s one of them," I confessed, "Why? were you
thinking of having her partner placed under house-
arrest for indecent dancing?"
The poor guy wasn’t big on humor.
"Ohh, no Sir, I just wanted to ask you a question," he
replied, looking by now quite embarrassed.
"Shoot," I said.
"Well, its kind of hard to explain Sir, but you see, I
was in Cabin 718 last night with two other stewards. We
were just delivering a late room-service order." For a
second the implication escaped me.
"And?" I enquired.
"And... well, we stayed for a bit, if you know what I
mean Sir." Now he was looking guilty as all Hell.
I looked at him. "Surely," I said, "P & O has rules
about its staff fraternising with passengers. Instant
dismissal? dishonorable discharge and the like?"
He was almost comatose.
"Y... Yes, they do Sir, but we just couldn’t believe
what we saw... and a couple of the men there talked to
some girls and then asked us if we’d like to stay a
while."
I was quietly imagining in what state of undress Tanya,
Brittany, Chantelle and whoever else, must have been in
and/or what further was taking place at the time.
"Well anyway... what is your name lad?" I interrupted
myself,
"Ryan Sir."
"Yeah, well anyway Ryan... what’s all that got to do
with my daughter over there?"
He looked like he was expecting me to punch him in the
mouth at any moment.
"Well, the fact is Sir, while we were there (he blushed
visibly) two of the girls told us that... that everyone
in your party was doing what we were."
"And what exactly were you doing Ryan??" I enquired,
trying swiftly to gather my thoughts at this point.
"Just what everyone else was," he stammered, "You
know... doing it to the girls."
A forced silence ensued.
"I see Ryan," I said eventually. "So doubtless, you’re
assuming much the same went on in our cabin and you
want-in on the action... right?"
I could see the lips quiver, I figured he was priming
himself for my first blow. His admission hadn’t really
bothered me. After all, he was hardly in a position to
blackmail anyone, risking as he was not only dismissal,
but charges of indecent dealings with a minor...
multiple minors probably. I doubt he was prepared for
fifteen years in the slammer.
"To be honest Sir," he continued – bravely, I thought,
"Geoff, Don and I... they’re the other two stewards,
were saying earlier just how pretty your daughter is
and we were kinda wondering if she’d like to come up to
our cabin later... we could get her in without anyone
seeing."
Only his forthright honesty prevented me from breaking
his nose.
"So let me get this straight Ryan," I answered. "You
get yourselves invited into Cabin 718, fuck yourselves
stupid, then presume from what you’re told, the same
thing’s happening in the other cabins nearby. You see
my daughter later, like what you see and make the
assumption she’s in on the action too. Then, hoping
she’s basically the hot little slut you’ve already
imagined, you come to me to ask if I can see my way
clear to arranging an introduction? Have I missed
anything lad?"
To say the color was rising in his cheeks would be the
understatement of all time. He was speechless, if not
paralysed with shock. I figured I best keep talking.
"A few facts are in order son. My daughter does not
make house calls – you get what I’m saying Ryan? I
don’t know what you heard in 718 or what you think goes
on, but I’m not running a booking-service here for my
daughter’s favors." Deflated now to the point of cowed
submission, I almost felt sorry for the boy. Fact is,
he was rather likeable.
"Now if you were to be invited to our cabin by whatever
miracle – well that might be a different story." I
added consolingly. "You simply then got the problem of
getting the three of yourselves invited."
Just then I noticed Connor escorting Kylie back towards
our table. I turned to Ryan.
"Looks like you’re up kid," I said, "Don’t let the
other guy worry you – he’s just a friend of the
family."
Kylie came over and gave me a hug as Connor sidestepped
us and returned to Sandy who was chatting to Natalie at
the far table.
"Kylie," I said, "This is Ryan, one of P & O’s finest!"
From confident cruise-ship professional to stuttering
dickwad in just three seconds!
"P-pleased to meet you miss." He managed to get out,
shaking her hand with less rigidity than that
cheesecake I’d recently farewelled. The boy needed
help.
"I just invited him and two of his co-steward friends
to our cabin tonight Kyles," I turned to Ryan... "What
time did you say you’d be off duty lad?"
"Half past ten Sir," he managed to ad-lib.
"Oh, OK then," replied Kylie, "Nice meeting you Ryan,"
and with that she took off for a small group nearby
that included Jerry, Michelle, Warwick and her younger
sister.
"Thank you," he muttered, "for the invite I mean." he
added by way of quite unnecessary explanation, turning
then to leave.
"Just one other thing Ryan," I put an arm round his
shoulder. "The really bad news? It’s my cabin... I’ll
be there the whole night!"
"T-that’s fine Sir," he lied. "I understand that. The
three of us will be there at 10.30, OK?" I nodded.
A little later Kylie came back over to me. "What was
all that about dad?’ she asked.
"Just three more young guys got a crush on you
sweetheart," I told her, "Can you believe he asked if
I’d let you go to their cabin?... Simply looking after
your interests baby."
"He was rather cute," she giggled.
As it happened, Natalie took-off for Connor and Sandy’s
cabin at around 9 p.m. Jenna, Brianna and Danielle were
linking up with Nadia, Cathy and Brittany in 720 for
God-knows what little scenario and with God-knows whom?
George and Larissa had a standing invitation to meet-up
with Jerry, Michelle and a few others at Mischa’s
nightclub on the main deck.
I had fortuitously organised a little "inviting" of my
own. Craig, who I hadn’t really caught-up with since
George’s first gathering, rocked-on up to our door
shortly after 9 pm with his two girls in tow, followed
minutes later by Pete, whose son Mike I learned, had
been seconded to duty in cabin 720 with all those other
hot little sirens. Last night he had found Kylie much
to his liking, I figured Jenna was at short odds to
extend his appreciation of the family.
Virginia, Craig’s eldest daughter, was seventeen now -
in Kylie’s grade and although not what you might call
classically beautiful, was attractive enough, simply
full of life and of an adventurous disposition and yes,
I do mean in that regard! Several other fathers will
vouch for that statement.
Unlike her dark-haired sister, little Rhiannon was
nearer a redhead, as pretty as they come and probably
the main reason I asked Craig over. Effusive, bubbly –
you name it. How many hearts was this one going to
break over the next decade? Just fifteen, her first car
would likely be sporting the personalised plates DESIRE
in eighteen months or so.
She had only been to one Valley get-together and had
understandably been sheltered from all but the most
basic of interactions (kissing) by Craig. That was OK,
Virginia had more than made up for it as I recalled!
Like so many other attendees, her mother and father had
split-up when she and Virginia had been tots. That she
loved and adored her dad was obvious. I retained
however the overwhelming conviction that she was yet a
virgin.
Kylie was still putting the finishing touches to her
presentation-package when Craig and the others arrived.
I poured the drinks while the girls congregated in the
bathroom and do what girls do in times like this.
One major plus in entertaining friends... especially of
the female persuasion on board ship, is the lack of
chairs in most cabins. One is forced to use the beds
for seating. Admittedly ours had the balcony, which
later in the evening proved most accommodating. By
judicious shuffling of chairs, lounge and beds, we
orchestrated a workable split. Rhiannon and I
commandeered the lounge, Pete and Virginia parallel
chairs, while Craig and Kylie looked remarkably
‘comfortable’ propped-up on the single bed.
By the time we had covered the inevitable subjects of
school, careers, work problems and films we all wished
we’d never seen, the alcohol was kicking-in. Craig’s
arm had already found it’s way around Kylie’s waist,
Pete’s mid-way along Virginia’s thigh while I was fully
content to just hold Rhiannon’s exquisitely shaped hand
and have her nestle-in closer. So much did she remind
me of Kylie just two years ago.
The last thing I expected was to see this beautiful
little thing raise her head towards me, quite obviously
wanting to be kissed. Given that the other four were by
now well down the track in this regard, I pulled her to
me and kissed those soft lips as they deserved to be
treated. Doesn’t matter how many times the game is
enacted – that first time with a beautiful young girl
you have never kissed before, cuts loose - at least for
me, those self-same emotions ... wonderment, desire and
an instinctive need to protect.
The conversation had fallen away as you might expect.
So had Virginia’s top, Pete having some hand in this
occurrence one might be led to deduce. Craig meanwhile,
was availing himself of the convenience of a flat and
comfortable bed having laid Kylie down on her back,
which in that short skirt offered up no shortage of
ideas. Being directly opposite, my view of proceedings
might best be described as uncommonly arousing,
especially if like myself, one has a penchant for
flimsy black underwear.
Kissing begets more kissing and when the recipient is
but of extreme tender age, crushed up against your
chest and thereby permitting a wicked if not wide-
screen view down her blouse, quite obviously in
learning-mode also, then it becomes a case of love
before honor, or given the nautical flavor of our
locale – all hands on deck!
Cupping Rhiannon’s breasts elicited a slight gasp but
no resistance. Gently fondling those delicate little
mounds, an unutterably beautiful work-in-progress, her
softness was an instant aphrodisiac. She glanced
downwards as if fascinated by the sight of her
departing innocence.
With my left arm still around her shoulders, I allowed
my hand to gently caress her neck beneath her hairline
and she looked up at me making some rather endearing
little-girl noises. I slipped the hand at her breasts
inside her bra and found what I had hoped for – two
delightfully erect young nipples. Rhiannon’s expression
glazed on the instant. We had crossed the line from
playing to grown-ups.
"It’s OK sweetheart," I reassured her, holding her ever
tighter, "You tell me the instant you want me to stop,
OK?" She looked at me so trustingly and to be honest...
lovingly, it made me shiver momentarily.
Nearby, I could see that Virginia was radically less
interested in her little sister’s immediate fate than
her own. Having vacated her own chair, she was now
sitting on Pete’s lap facing him, her back to us.
Exactly what he was doing to her was not readily
obvious, but judging by her splayed legs, the fact that
her dress was scrunched up around her hips and the
pleasurable noises issuing from her, I’d say he was
penetrating her pussy with, at the very least, a couple
of fingers. Her arched back also gave credence to the
likelihood he was suckling her additionally with
unfettered relish.
So far as Kylie’s predicament was concerned, I didn’t
have to wonder. Her skirt pushed up sufficiently to
allow her to spread her legs wide enough to accommodate
the least skilled of gynaecologists, Craig had one hand
up beneath her panties, rubbing and fingering her to a
state of shared Nirvana. Alternating his kisses between
her lips and her now exposed breasts, she was wriggling
and urging him on to a greater level of involvement.
Little Rhiannon’s cry of "Ohh!" as she glanced at first
her sister and then Kylie, almost made me ashamed
strangely. Somehow I felt it all cheapened her own
predicament and I could not entertain the notion
suddenly of the four of them watching my progress with
such an innocent. Lightly pulling her to her feet, I
guided the way to the far side of the room and George
and Larissa’s bed.
It was darker there and drawing her down on to the
coverlet I just whispered to her, "Let’s leave them to
it sweetie, this is way cosier." She squeezed my hand –
she understood perfectly.
"Shall I undress?" she asked softly, not so much with
any fear of the unknown but rather a willingness I
felt, to do that which might please me.
"Just take your skirt and top off love... so they don’t
get creased." I added, removing my own trousers and
shirt concurrently, while being thankful for the
pervading gloom which mercifully hid the thirty-five
year gap between our bodies. One clearly offering a
ten-year warranty – the other, a day to day
proposition. Emotionally I would point out, no such
distinction could be drawn.
Together, slipping beneath the covers from either side
of the bed, the status-quo was restored and I pulled
her to me, aroused dramatically by the contact with her
soft skin and the knowledge that she was dressed now
only in her bra and panties.
Speaking of arousal – Rhiannon’s older sister was
becoming increasingly vocal now as Pete was quite
obviously treating her to a vaginal exploratory with
something other than his fingers. Kylie too from what I
could see at that angle, had allowed Craig to download
her knickers and was now lying astride him face-down on
his chest as he thrust up into her pussy with
commendable zeal.
Lying side by side, I unhooked the tiny bra and tossed
it on the floor. Nuzzling her perfectly formed little
breasts and nipples, that associated milky smell that
is so prevalent in young girls especially, was addling
my senses. I was aware of her soft gasps and her own
urgency as I began to draw down on her nipples, the
first I like to think, afforded the privilege.
Rhiannon was on her back now and as I allowed my hand
to caress her shoulders, her arms then the flatness of
her belly, I felt her stiffening slightly – not with
trepidation but more anticipation. Lifting my hand, I
replaced it on her left knee and began to caress the
skin along her inside lower thigh.
As my hand continued its northbound journey I felt her
breathing becoming more and more irregular – my own of
course was fortunate to still be working at all. I felt
her legs parting instinctively and at the point I
placed my hand directly on the front of her panties,
gently cupping her most secret of treasures, she was
unable to repress a gasp of pent-up emotion.
Kissing her lips, I reassured her and just began to rub
her very softly through her panties as I felt her hips
moving perceptibly against my hand. The last thing I
wanted to do however was to bring her to orgasm just
yet. Judging by the noise over the far side of the room
though, they were playing by very different rules. I
have seen and heard Kylie in extremis enough now to
recognise those hot little yelps of passion.
Committed to on-going series of "ohhhhs" now as I
continued rubbing her pussy in exactly the right spot,
Rhiannon was wriggling about and willing to be fondled
and caressed in any spot you care to mention – and I
think I had all bases pretty well covered.
"You can take my panties off," she whispered as my lips
located a hotspot just beneath her hairline. Music to
my ears! They joined their skimpy top-half relative on
the floor. Now, having a naked and panting little
fifteen-year old girl in bed with you, really is better
than a first-division lottery win! Trust me on this.
She had to be shocked stupid at some stage – I pulled
her on top of me.
"Oh Gosh!" she said as her wonderfully flat tummy came
into contact with my anything but flat erection.
"Oh Gosh?! I repeated, "Is that all you can say
sweetheart? After all, its your fault this happened. I
was trying to keep it a surprise."
I felt her small hand exploring what I hoped was a
totally new sensation from her viewpoint. So cool was
her touch, for a moment there I recaptured my lost
youth.
"It’s so big," She sounded awestruck. "Are you going to
put that in me?"
"Only if you would like me to Rhiannon," I answered
truthfully. "You are still a virgin aren’t you baby?"
"Yesss," she whispered. I was so pleased!
"OK well tell me the truth sweetie," I added, "This is
important to me... Do you really want me to do it? Have
you thought about this?"
She was quiet for a couple of seconds, wanting I knew,
to be held and kissed.
"Dad told me I would know when it was right and the
person was right for me. I always thought it would be a
boy but you make me feel so safe... I know you won’t
hurt me."
"Well darling," I told her, "I can’t guarantee it won’t
hurt just a little. You must have been taught all this
in sex-ed classes at school."
"Virginia said it didn’t hurt her at all," she said
matter-of-factly. I looked across the room. It sure as
Hell wasn’t hurting her now!
Just my opinion, but I believe having the girl on top
for her first time is by far the best option. The man
still has full penetrative potential but the girl –
especially a very young one, can control the depth and
the pressure.
Slipping my hand over her shoulder, across her
magnificently sculptured little butt and flush up
between her legs confirmed two things instantly. She
obviously liked the sensation of having things inside
her and lubrication was never going to be an issue.
Fingering her for at least three or four minutes
initially, I had no need to guide my erection into her
– she was well able to manage that all by herself. Of
course, lying on me as she was, I had the added benefit
of being able to kiss and fondle her breasts at will.
For several minutes she was completely taken up with
just having the head of my erection between her labia.
When she was comfortable enough to be penetrated
further we both entered a brave new world, one I would
wish never to have left.
"Are you Ok sweetie?" I asked, feeling her wriggling
and not sure whether through discomfort or pleasure.
She answered by kissing me passionately. People in
discomfort don’t do that!
All roads on this board-game lead ultimately to the
same destination. A very large stop sign! Throwing a
double-six isn’t gonna help either. There were other
considerations also bothering me now.
"Rhiannon," I whispered to her. "I know it’s a little
late to ask this, but have you?" she cut me off with a
face-nuzzle. "Yes, I have silly. I’ve been on the pill
for a month so you needn’t worry. It was dad’s idea."
Not sure I wanted to follow that implication through to
its logical conclusion but it was good news
nevertheless.
In the wash-up, I can’t claim to have done anything
much more than lie there – well at least in those early
stages. She knew what pain she could take and even
though I knew she was gritting her teeth and hurting in
the process, she stuck with it. At the point she bit
the bullet and thrust her hips downwards shredding the
barrier, she cried-out and I hugged her to me.
Whatever pain she was feeling was outvoted by the
body’s needs and once I was deep inside her she wanted
what every girl wants. To be taken to the end of the
road and for however short a period – to be loved and
worshipped for the uniquely beautiful female she is. I
could so do that!
Bringing a young girl to her first vaginal orgasm is a
privilege and probably as emotionally gratifying an
opportunity as may ever come one’s way. You don’t
"fuck" emotionally dependent and inexperienced little
girls like Rhiannon – you make love to them in every
sense of the word. You never lose sight of their
complete vulnerability and their dependence on you to
protect while you teach... while you share... while you
sexually fulfill.
Having said that though... I think she took me apart.
If getting her little pussy filled with white-hot DNA
was her plan – it was highly successful. I can recall
no more gratifying a moment (and with Nat, Jenna and
Kylie, there have certainly been a few of those!)
Emotionally and physically levelled by the experience,
she was fit for nothing except sleep. I pulled out of
her reluctantly, laid her on her back and kissed her,
telling her she was the most beautiful girl and that
never would I forget what she had shared with me that
night. I think she was unconscious midway through the
last sentence.
Getting dressed, I returned to check on the awesome
foursome. Whoa! Talk about musical chairs.
I was about to castigate Craig for his fully unsubtle
handling of my daughter as he rather indelicately
attended to the gaping pussy on its knees center quilt
when I realised it wasn’t Kylie. Turning around, I
noticed she had replaced Virginia (or had been
replaced) on Pete’s lap. Seeing as her black panties
were still on the edge of the bed, obviously Pete was
without that particular challenge. In any event, so
hard was he fucking her, Kylie was reduced to little
more than soft moans and intermittent sighs. Two men,
one on either side, couldn’t have held her legs any
wider.
In a move quite unbefitting my usual mannered
etiquette, I moved across on impulse and put my hand
right up between her legs and began rubbing the upper
part of her pussy even while he continued penetrating
her deeply. Topless still, her breasts I couldn’t help
but notice, were openly vibrating as a result of the
jolting forces in play. Raising her head as I located
her now very distended clitoris, she looked at me
dreamily, nah, make that lustfully. Either way, I had
to kiss her. Right then, Pete crossed the finish line
and simply spurted his calling card as far up inside
her as he was able. I knew what that felt like!
Not two minutes later a knock at the door. I glanced
quickly at my watch. 10.30 p.m.
"Hell Kylie," I said. "That’s the other three – quick,
go make yourself decent." Grabbing her knickers, she
took off for the bathroom. Craig and his daughter had
obviously run the gamut of extravagant excess. Virginia
was sitting up near the pillow clutching her pussy,
Craig was learning to breathe again.
I just called out "Be with you in a second Ryan," then
tossed Virginia her little blue panties which were
sitting on one of the chairs. She wriggled into them
which to be honest was no hardship to watch either. All
Pete had to do was zip himself up.
Flinging the door open like an episode from "Friends,"
I ushered in the trio of young hopefuls. Dressed in
civvies, any bartender would have asked for id from all
of them.
Lacking only the aggression, Geoff was a passably good
look-alike for Patrick Swayze. Don in twenty-five years
time was cut-out to be a suburban Barney Rubble, toting
his own little Betty around – it sure as hell wasn’t
going to be a Kylie. For now though, they looked pretty
decent clean-cut kids.
Introductions were made with the other four – Kylie was
still making good with the repair work. Virginia I
noticed, was not unimpressed with Geoff, giving him the
full eye-fluttering "Yes I do enjoy fucking" look. Not
sure any connection was made and even if it was, at the
moment Kylie walked out thirty seconds later it was
completely wasted. I was almost struck dumb myself. I
even forgot about Rhiannon in the far bed.
You figure someone could totally respray a ’78 Caddy
Eldorado in eight minutes? That’s what she’d managed!
For a girl who had just been sitting with her legs
spread on an older man’s knee, getting herself fucked
senseless, what walked out was Alice in Wonderland with
a lollipop! I could almost hear Craig’s erection in
progress and Pete’s pulse-rate spiral.
Her hair brushed and shining and hanging now around her
shoulders, she had found some tight-fitting cream-
colored dress in the bathroom somewhere and either
ditched her sexy black undies for something more demure
or she wasn’t wearing any at all. Either way, she
looked the epitome of virginal innocence and no-one
meeting her at that moment would have doubted it. The
barest hint of mascara, lightly-glossed lips and not a
man aboard that ship could have looked upon her
standing there so innocently, without having to take-
off to the nearest rest room and relieve himself
urgently.
If I thought Ryan was a stuttering dickwad earlier,
Geoff and Don were reduced to monosyllabic nerds when I
introduced Kylie, being able to do little more than
shake her hand and grunt. She carried it off well
though, knowing full-well the effect she was having on
them.
Virginia tried unsuccessfully to engage Geoff in
conversation, in fact embarrassingly for her, her dad
was more successful in that regard, the two of them
discussing life on board ship, the New York Mets and
inevitably "How did you end up in this cabin?"... I
didn’t hang around to hear what he had to say about
that. Ryan, Don and Kylie seemed to hit it off which
left Pete and Virginia as the two Nigels. I had to
leave and go check on Rhiannon. She was still sound
asleep and so I just kissed her lightly on the
forehead. I sincerely hoped George and Larissa would be
making a long night of it at Mischa’s.
By the time I returned, Don had joined his companions
who were shepherding Kylie towards the outside balcony
following someone’s observation "Isn’t it a bright moon
tonight?" We had even doused the center lights to
verify the fact. No one was in any hurry to put them on
again either. Pete and Virginia were getting all hot
and bothered again in the far corner while Craig was
more than interested to know all the ins and outs of
his youngest daughter’s recent experiences, confiding
in me additionally his own desires in that regard.
Call me the world’s greatest hypocrite but it took
every bit of willpower to show neither my bitter
distaste for such an eventuality or my burgeoning
inclination to drop him where he stood. Oddly I
realised, I cared less about him fucking my own
daughter to the brink of collapse than daring to touch
his own innocent little girl. Quite instinctively I
knew too she would never be able to share with her
father what she and I had experienced. Nor could he
ever take from her now that which she had already
handed to me so willingly and so lovingly.
I glanced back and saw that Pete had Virginia across
the single bed this time, and in the process of tugging
her panties down once more. Her father was seated
nearby watching impassively. I hoped quite vindictively
they both made her sore as hell!
Thought I’d best head off outside and stall any
imminent moves for Kylie and the Three Amigos to return
indoors. I really didn’t want them seeing Virginia’s
predicament and getting quite the wrong idea.
Stepping out on to the balcony, I think it was me had
quite the wrong idea. Down the far end alongside the
ship’s rail, the four of them were clustered about on
that same lounge Kylie and I had shared but twenty four
hours earlier. It was a very warm night. At first
glance I thought they were just hanging out, chatting
about everyday nonsense. It was the fact I couldn’t
hear too much chatter that made me look again.
As my eyes adjusted to the quite beautiful moonlight, I
could see Kylie was snugly encircled by the boys and
right that moment was being passionately kissed by
Ryan. I can’t be sure, but I have the impression that
Geoff had a hand up beneath her dress and was caressing
something he definitely shouldn’t be, albeit no
complaints were being registered by any party that I
could hear.
I was unable to study the tableau further as my
unheralded appearance sparked a mass exodus of bodies
from the crime-scene. Cries of "Ohh dad," and "I’m
sorry Sir," did tend to incriminate certain
individuals, but I was not out for justice.
"It’s Ok kids," I reassured them. "I’m unarmed – you’re
all safe. Kylie’s a big girl and hey... I was young
once myself y’know!"
Don obviously was having second thoughts about throwing
himself overboard now and he moved back towards his
compatriots. Ryan, who had not moved far from Kylie’s
side, sat back on the lounge drawing her down beside
him. Geoff’s body language suggested that he didn’t
believe a word I said and was waiting for the Uzi to
appear.
"Enjoy the moment kids," I told them and stepped back
inside, pulling the door to.
Pete, Virginia and her Dad were making-out with
unchecked vigor down the far end of the room, but I
really wasn’t that interested.
For maybe ten minutes I stood looking down at that
angel. I knelt beside her. I could see every feature,
from her stubby but cutest of up-turned little noses to
her blemish-free skin, smooth cheeks, artistic and
delicate eyebrows, tiniest ears and shoulder length
hair, splayed-out now as it was on the pillow. The
moonlight glinted off the tiny silver crucifix around
her neck. She even had the sweetest of breath. I kissed
her and she stirred in her sleep. I took a hold of the
child’s hand that was free of the covers and resting
prettily by her face. If only God could have
orchestrated things differently – she could have been
mine. I would have loved her more than life itself.
I must have slept for a short time. I was very quiet
opening the door to the balcony. I suppose I always
knew what I would see. They had her full-length on that
lounge, her dress pushed up around her hips, her top
unbuttoned to the waist. Ryan was kneeling on the couch
rhythmically attuned to her needs, and penetrating her
as deeply as he was able.
Given the degree of openness her legs were affording,
that was considerable. They had her breasts out of
course and while Don was taking care of her lips, Geoff
was sucking both her nipples and eliciting the most
arousing of moans for his trouble. As I approached, I
indicated my acceptance of the situation and either
through some innate understanding or they were simply
all four too far down the track to care any more, they
simply continued with their ministrations.
I wanted Ryan to come in her – I wanted them all to!
Kylie herself was so transported with pleasure she just
smiled as Ryan pumped her full and happily allowed Don
to take his friend’s place. I had the impression this
was not their first spin of the wheel either.
I just watched fascinated as the boy worked up to his
climax and contributed yet more residual cum to that
overflowing pussy. Incredibly, it all seemed so natural
and even as I took the boy’s place, Kylie looked up at
me and smiled that lovely smile she has perfected. Even
as I reached that inescapably beautiful plateau myself,
Kylie and Rhiannon’s expressions were merging. I was
making love to perfection, to every beautiful young
girl that ever lived. As I came in her, Kylie clung to
me and just whispered "Oh dad!"
In my next life, I am going to marry her!
When finally we returned to the main cabin, the other
three had departed, Craig having left me a note to
"Bring Rhiannon over in the morning." Kylie passed-out
within moments. I had more than two hours with Rhiannon
before Natalie, Jenna and everyone else returned. Their
experiences, not surprisingly would fill another two
episodes alone.
Did I make love to her again that night? No, but simply
holding her and kissing her in her sleep was just as
good – believe me.
Now, you’re all wondering about the title of this
episode?
Well, if we move on say six days, and to be honest, the
events thus far recorded were to be repeated nightly
with just about every cabin combination you care to
mention. Getting home was almost blessed relief... I
thought!
Not two days after we had gotten back to Sydney, I had
one stack of client-database work to catch-up on which
was meaning I had to burn the midnight oil for several
days running to meet commitments, and let’s be honest,
no-one does their best work at 2 in the morning. Just a
week after we had gotten back, I was wrapping-up
another night’s torture session when I divined an
inordinate amount of noise coming from Natalie’s room
just down the hallway.
Assuming naturally those pesky little bisexual
daughters of mine were at it again, I hastened on down
to tell them to hush-up and/or to fuck each other
rather more quietly. Pushing Nat’s door inwards I was
stunned to hear all sorts of passionate outpourings...
but no ready source. Definitely no sisters on heat.
Walking around the far side of Natalie’s bed, my world
fell apart.
Down on her knees in just her thin nightdress, but
equally obviously no panties, Natalie was being
routinely and obviously most pleasurably, fucked
senseless by none other than her older brother.
"Excuse me Chris," I interrupted. We really HAVE to
talk.
© Peter_Pan 2005
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Readers are advised that the concluding events that
round off what came to be known as the "Harper Valley"
period of our lives (earlier this year) can only be
obtained now by purchasing "The Complete Harper
Valley." (Available at: www.lulu.com/content/106537)
This is I stress a QUALITY publication that will not
disappoint. The book also contains other earlier
"episodes" that have not been submitted to the "Kristen
Archives," who, incidentally I would very much like to
thank for publishing promptly everything submitted to
them.
For a period of just two weeks (ie until Mid January
2006) Any reader who purchases the above book and who
can supply me at uds3@hotmail.com with their Lulu
order-number,will receive by return email, by way of
word.doc attachments, the three further Harper Valley
"recollections" that for various reasons occurred AFTER
the book was published. They are: "Harper Valley: Last
Rites." "Ghosts of Harper Valley," and a very lengthy
recent compilation "Harper Valley Fallout" that runs to
some ten thousand words and which will leave you in
substantial need of some hard liquor - as it did me,
just a few weeks ago!
As I have oft intimated, if you are lucky enough to
have young daughters, love them to death, it is the
greatest gift this world has to offer!
PP
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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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