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Harper Valley: They shoot Hussies Don't They?
by Peter Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)
***
This follows-on from "Harpers Bizarre" (below)
"Partaking of the forbidden fruit" doesn't adequately
describe the situation we were all finding ourselves in
- more a case of participating sexual anarchy. Still,
who's complaining? (MFf, ped, bi, 1st, orgy)
***
Someone once said, "To brave new frontiers is to unlock
the doorway to the unknown." Actually I'll be honest -
no-one said that, but I figure it rather summarises the
escalating state of play in our lives at this time.
Following Kylie and Jenna's extreme misbehavior at
Jerry's 'house of sin' a few weeks ago, news of which
incidentally soon reached Natalie's pert little ears,
courtesy of some bigmouth, we held an in-house media
conference and determined to scale-back on things... at
least temporarily. Even went as far as boycotting the
next party set down for the following weekend. I think
the men there that day observed a minute's silence in
the master bedroom, in commemoration of their tragic
loss. It wasn't to last!
Laughter was still a way of life, as was one or both
daughters' preference to spending time with their other
siblings. Given the level of giggling prevalent at such
closed-circuit gatherings, I always wondered whether
Chris, the elder brother, had his suspicions. If he
did, he never mentioned anything. I must confess to a
deal of repressed (on my part at least) imagery as to
"what might be," should circumstances address his
seeming lack of awareness in that regard.
That however is not the purpose of this episode. I do
not wish to encourage hope amongst certain readers as
to any imminent fraternal involvement here. If I am
honest, I have to admit that something of a limited
nature was to eventuate by sheer accident weeks later
and such may be recalled at the appropriate time. It
was also to spell the beginning of the end, so far as
this extraordinary chapter of our lives is concerned.
It was mid week following our party no-show, that
majorly new developments came a-knocking. Ensconced in
my den that evening, putting the finishing touches to
some database-work for a client I was working on, the
'phone disturbed my reverie.
"Is that Mr. Baker?" I didn't recognise the voice but
owned up to the fact notwithstanding.
"Look, my name is Graham Saville," he announced. "I'm
Kylie and Jenna's English teacher." NOW he had my full
attention. Besides, I knew him from the last parent-
teacher night.
"I see," I replied warily. "Is there a problem?" hoping
to hell it wasn't what I thought it might be and simply
some scholastic inconsistency instead.
"No, not a problem as such," he went on, "This is
extremely difficult for me actually," he muttered. I
could understand that. It was difficult enough just
guessing what might be coming.
"To be honest Mr. Baker, I wanted to ask you about
er... these weekend gatherings – you understand what
I'm saying?"
"Fact is Mr. Saville, no I have no idea what you're on
about," I replied, wondering what it was going to cost
to get a hit-man at this time of night and at such
short notice. "Think you'd better explain just what the
hell you mean. What weekend gatherings?" For all I
knew, this could be an undercover Police sting.
"You've got me all wrong," he was saying. "I know about
them – I have a daughter at the same school. Its
actually because of her I am calling you. The thing is
– damn, this is hard... the thing is, I want to know
how to maybe get invited? Still on red-alert, I asked
him what he meant when he said "because of her?"
"Well, Chloe is almost fourteen and in a grade below
Jenna – but they play in the same junior netball team
and well, obviously she knows what goes on." I just
tossed in the odd "yeah?" and let him do the talking.
"Like you," he continued," I'm a single parent – I have
two girls and I guess I don't have to explain that its
pretty damn easy to get "feelings" watching them grow
up. I was tempted to say "Wait until you've fucked them
a few times mate," but thought better of it.
"Have you done anything, or thought of doing anything
with her?" I asked rather pointedly.
"God, there isn't much I haven't thought of," he
replied. I knew that feeling! He was continuing.
"Thing is, Chloe is at the hormonal stage and well,
she's been giving-out all sorts of mixed signals.
Teases me to distraction by draping herself all over me
some nights. Wears really short skirts around the
house. Sometimes she sits on chairs and things with her
legs wider than they need be. I'm sure she knows I can
see her panties. I have to buy her bras too of course –
even taken her to be fitted once or twice and I just
keep getting the impression she wants me to touch her
sometimes... often, actually!"
"Sounds like a normal teenage girl having the hots for
her father," I told him.
"No, its more than that," he insisted. "When I go up to
her room to kiss her goodnight now, she invariably
takes my hand and ends up holding it up close to, or
actually against her breasts. Then she just looks at me
with that "hot little girl" look. It's driving me
crazy."
"Well, what are you saying?" I asked him. "If you're
that sure she wants to take it to the next stage, why
not just kiss her and have yourself a little fondle...
see what happens!"
"I guess I'm just too damn scared to try anything." He
replied.
"Yeah? So if that's a problem – how do you propose
getting her to go to some other social get-together...
especially if as you say, she knows what goes on.
Always assuming what she's told you is right my
friend."
"Well like I said Noel – may I call you Noel?" I
grunted. "She knows Jenna well and more than likely
Chloe would go to a place like that if your daughters
were there."
"Ok now here's a question for you Graham old son... OK
if I call you that?" He acquiesced. "Isn't this just a
wee bit risky from your perspective? The College's head
English Teacher parading his under-age daughter at a
house of let-us-say, allegedly ill-repute?" We're
talking an instant-dismissal... never-to-be-re-hired
type scenario here and that's after the twenty years or
so in the slammer."
"I don't figure its any worse for me than you guys," He
replied. "One goes down we all go - right? I liked his
style... and he hadn't even been yet!
"Just what has your daughter told you?" I asked.
"Well, just that the girls get to be undressed and then
let some of the other fathers have a feel... stuff like
that. Is that what happens?
"Well I can't really tell you that much myself Graham
to be honest," I was playing it safe. All I know is
that the girls seem to have a good time – and usually
the nibblies and the champagne are pretty damn good.
It's just a big tease session really." I paused for a
moment.
"What makes you think Chloe would want to go Graham?"
"Well when she was telling me about Jenna going there
with her sister, and then something about several of
the girls going off with other fathers on their own, I
just got the impression she was keen to go herself for
some reason. Can I ask you a personal question by the
way?"
"Sure, " I replied gamely.
"Have your daughters ever done anything with other guys
there? Have you let them?"
"Done?" I said, "Are you meaning what I'm thinking
you're meaning?"
He was quick to counter any perceived insult taken.
"Look, I wasn't intending anything offensive by that
question. Please don't misinterpret me... I know Kylie
and Jenna – they are lovely young girls. I just meant,
have they kinda let things get a bit out of hand with
anyone?"
"Graham," I said, "There's a heap of kissing and
cuddling goes on. Sometimes the odd pair of panties
goes astray – just depends on your luck I guess." I
laughed, as did he.
He was silent for a few seconds. Five'll get you ten I
could pretty much nominate the kind of images were
powering through his frontal lobes... especially where
Kylie and Jenna was concerned.
"So you reckon you would be able to get us in at the
next party?" He asked finally.
"Well hey, I don't actually handle "bookings" Graham,"
I told him, "But I can give you the number of someone
who can set you up. Just tell him you spoke with me and
who you are."
I didn't bother saying that by wanting to bring a
willing sub-fourteen-year old girl he'd probably be in
line for an immediate gold-pass, never mind a standard
invite! Damn, my own imagination was running rampant.
Things had been steadying down at home with the three
girls, although I was still a regular visitor to one or
other's bedroom whenever the three of them "got-
together" and I don't mean to borrow each other's
hairbrush – well not for use on their hair at least.
Natalie especially seemed to be making up for lost time
and was becoming very vocal, even in impolite company
such as this, when outlining just what she would like
done to her. I would be lying also, if I denied the
rumors floating about the breakfast table some
mornings, that Nat had been heard coming to my room
late the previous night. I found it downright amusing
that no-one ever seemed to hear me going to hers!
And so it was, the inevitable call from Jer.
"Connor's place, 10 am Saturday. We gonna see you there
Noel?"
"Is it really me you want to see Jer? Damn, that's
touching." I said.
"Well, your daughters are welcome too my friend," he
joked. "Hey, will Natalie be coming with you?" he added
impulsively.
"I guess I can talk her into it," I replied. "Just to
keep an eye on her younger sisters of course."
"Oh, of course!" he joked. "By the way, I believe the
girls' English teacher – Saville, is coming with his
daughter. Least that's what he said. Michelle reckons
he's really "dishy."
"Yeah, Jenna said he's really cute too. Sounds to me
Jer, like that English class could be somewhat of a
major fantasy-exchange session. Now if only we could
bring my old French teacher... as she was thirty odd
years ago. Hell, was she a doll?"
Connor's place was a little further out and sited on a
pretty damn private battle-axe block at the far end of
leafy cul-de-sac.
My three had run the gamut of youthful-tease with near-
matching skirts and tops, ribbons in their hair and
cute little-girl shoes. God knows what was underneath!
I had to concentrate on driving just to get there. They
even smelled sexy. The odd few glances bestowed upon
the rear-vision mirror revealed accident-inducing
images of a row of three pairs of admittedly closed-up
legs which only made it all the worse – just wondering!
The real shock for the morning though was meeting
Connor at the doorway and being introduced to his
"partner" Sandy... a stunningly attractive little
redhead in her mid-twenties (Connor himself was no more
than thirty-two or three). Question is, where the hell
had this hot little wench been during Connor's earlier
'performances?' Of greater interest though... what was
the plan for her at this gathering... and with whom?
The who's who of 'under-age molesters inc' appeared to
be on-site. Warwick and Brianna were chatting with Brad
and Louise. Sue and Tanya were engaged in meaningful
conversation with Jerry, while Michelle, Chantelle,
Caitlin, Steve and a couple more I didn't recognise,
were exchanging pleasantries the far end of the room.
Someone tapped me on the shoulder.
"You must be Noel," said this vaguely familiar but
admittedly good-looking guy - in his late thirties to
judge by his physique. Jenna and Kylie were already
shaking his hand and laughing between themselves.
"This is Mr. Saville daddy," said Jenna animatedly. I
could tell what she was thinking already.
"You can both call me Graham here," he said, then
noticing Nat, "and you're Natalie aren't you – I
remember you from two years ago. Lovely to see you
again." I guarantee he was wanting to see considerably
more.
Extending then his hand behind him, he drew into
prominence the shock of the century.
"And this is Chloe and Kirsten," he announced proudly.
Momentarily no-one spoke. It wasn't so much Chloe,
although she did look less than her thirteen years
dressed as she was rather cutely in a colorful party
dress. It was her stunningly pretty but tiny little
sister who clung to her sibling and couldn't have been
more than ten. Jenna and Kylie of course knew Chloe
well and smiled at her. I just extended my hand to
Kirsten and said "Pleased to meet you sweetie,"
wondering what else there was to say.
Was he I was thinking, either completely debauched or
entirely stupid bringing his little girl to a place
like this. Or did he simply have no idea of what to
expect? in which case I was wishing I had been more up-
front with him. Worse still, something about Kirsten's
cuteness and overpowering innocence was appealing to
the worst aspects of my male psyche and thoughts and
images were generating in my subconscious that had no
right to exist. Jenna and Kylie both glanced at me and
I could see they were thinking the same. Natalie I
noticed was too distracted just looking at Graham
himself.
A welcome distraction came in the form of George and
Larissa who had just entered the hallway themselves. I
took my leave of the group and went across to them.
Hugging Larissa first I shook George's hand. He left us
almost immediately and headed off to my group.
"How've you been sweetheart?" I said to her, "I've soo
missed you."
"Missed you too," she whispered, clinging to me hard.
Perhaps I should quickly fill-in a few gaps in this
soap. Larissa and I had developed what you might call
an "understanding." I understood that I wanted her with
me 24/7 not just sexually but as a full-time partner
that under the circumstances was simply impossible.
Age-difference, parental obligations and Larissa's
schooling being three water-tight preventatives at the
outset.
Larissa on the other hand, understood that I was too
old, too paternally obligated currently and as
unrealistic a suitor as anything Aaron Spelling or
Jackie Collins could come up with. Despite the fact I
truly believe I would have had George's blessing – God
love him, Larissa needed to be enjoying her youth and
sexuality with younger men.
For all that, I loved her until it hurt and I have no
reason to doubt her words of requited endearment. It
was a matter of playing this thing out – whatever the
eventuality. The only concession I had made,
specifically in my own mind, is that she should be free
to enjoy herself at these parties with whomsoever she
wished and to whatever extent she chose. It had been
working well. We still had the occasional night out and
I had even slept over her place a few times, sometimes
with her father's involvement. At other times not.
Arm in arm then, we returned to our group in the
loungeroom. In my absence, George and Graham appeared
to have commandeered a couple of lounges and chairs to
form a neat little 'seat-a-thon' in the far corner of
the room. Warwick too I noted, was introducing himself
and Brianna to the small assembly. Seating myself
alongside Graham, Natalie was keeping herself on-site
right beside him while Jenna was standing pretty much
in front of him leaning over slightly talking to
Kirsten.
Whether intentionally or not, she was presenting Graham
with a most arousing view of her hot little bottom, an
opportunity not missed, to judge by his clearly angled
vision in that direction. George had taken up the seat
on our right and was talking to Chloe. When Graham saw
this he leant over and said, "Is he OK to be chatting
to my daughter?"
"None better," I told him. This is actually his
daughter Larissa sitting on my lap." She smiled sweetly
at him – much to Natalie's displeasure I felt. I
figured it might be a tad inappropriate at that
juncture to tell Graham that it had actually been
George who had relieved Jenna of her virginity some
months back with extreme patience if not gentlemanly
persuasion.
Across the way, Warwick had drawn Kylie down beside him
and she was leaning across chatting to Brianna. He had
an arm around both their waists.
"Damn!" muttered Graham suddenly. I followed his gaze.
Over in the opposite corner, young Louise Archer was
instigating an early start to proceedings. Sitting on
the lap of a well-dressed man in his early forties, she
was allowing him to fondle her breasts avidly while she
chatted to another girl her own age. Even as we
watched, the guy slipped his hand up beneath her top
and quite obviously was inching his way beneath her
bra. Louise was wriggling about delightfully.
"I see what you mean about the girls having fun Noel,"
Graham said wistfully, before returning his gaze to
Jenna's curvy bottom that was poised not two feet from
where we sat.
"I hope you don't mind me saying this," he said turning
to Natalie, "But you three girls are really very
pretty."
"You think?" she replied, teasing him. He tentatively
reached out and took her hand, blushing as he did so.
The look she gave him would have melted Ice Station
Zebra.
Larissa had now positioned her face where it was
impossible to not want to kiss it and thus challenged,
I pulled her to me and met those lightly glossed lips
with my own, the effect of which was to set in motion
some intense chemical reactions.
George had effortlessly persuaded Chloe to hop up on
his lap and although nothing untoward was in progress,
I could sense Graham's tension as to his daughter's
sudden vulnerability. Of course I reasoned, that's what
he subconsciously wanted – else he would never have
brought her. God knows what his plans for Kirsten had
been though.
Natalie broke the impasse. "If you want to touch my
sister's bottom Mr. Saville, I don't mind. I know you
probably want to – you've been staring at it long
enough," she giggled.
Without making any reply, and still holding Natalie's
right hand with his left, he leaned forward and just
placed his hand flush on Jenna's rear end. She gave a
little yelp and turned her head. Seeing her teacher,
she gave a wicked little smile and putting her hands on
her hips leaned over even more displaying her curves to
rare perfection. Another few centimetres and he would
have been able to see a glimpse of her knickers.
Graham allowed his hand to smooth over her bottom
whilst Jenna made no attempt to stop him. I was well
able to imagine the many thoughts that had inevitably
run through his mind over the last year or so teaching
her. Not to mention Kylie and the other girls. And here
today, he found himself on the threshold as it were, of
being able to satisfy so many of those fantasies.
Inevitably, Chloe noticed her father's indecent
dealings with her friend's rear end and just let out a
shocked "Dad!!!" Graham retracted his hand sharply.
Jenna turned round, most likely disappointed by the
cessation of contact but still managed a hot little
smile for him. Kirsten had seen nothing of her father's
misbehavior and continued talking with Jenna.
Across the way, Warwick was paying Kylie considerable
more attention than his own daughter and though the
conversational content was indistinct, his intentions
weren't! Having draped his hand in Kylie's lap rather
than around her waist, it was patently obvious he was
exerting pressure in the center of her lap in no
uncertain manner. His efforts were having a twin
effect. Kylie was perceptibly wriggling about and her
legs were decidedly wider than social etiquette might
dictate. Not so much for the benefit of any third party
viewing audience. just simply a natural reaction to
being pressured in that general area.
In between kissing Larissa and feeling her nestle up
just as close and personal as she could get, I was
aware of Graham's adjacent progress with Natalie.
Obviously the burgeoning sexual activity in evidence
around the room was conspiring to bolster his
confidence. Not only had he begun to kiss Nat a few
times, he was beginning to pull her to him and for her
part I have to say she was putting up precious little
resistance. It was clear she rather liked his
company... and bedside manner!
"May I kiss your daughter Graham?" George enquired
unexpectedly. Trust him to be observing social niceties
at this late juncture. Gentlemen don't come equipped
with any better etiquette. Graham was forced to
disentangle his lips from Natalie's to answer.
"Oh, yes, I guess so," he replied. "So long as its OK
with Chloe."
From the looks of the young girl right then, lying
contentedly in George's arms and looking up at him
expectantly, one could only assess the situation as
having a green light. Graham had in any event, returned
to his former preoccupation – exchanging saliva samples
with my eldest daughter, who was teasing him
unmercifully by leaning forward and thus yielding up
the most arousing of views directly down her cleavage.
As George pulled little Chloe to him, giving her the
lightest of kisses, I noticed Kirsten break-off from
talking with Jenna and tugging at her sister's hem,
express her not inconsiderable shock at seeing her
kissing the much older man, as she gushed, Chloe!!"
It's alright Kirsten," said George soothingly, whilst
still lightly kissing his young partner, "I won't hurt
her, you have my word." Something in his tone struck a
cord with the little girl and she turned her attentions
back to Jenna.
"Make me hot," Larissa whispered to me under her breath
and smiling up at me like the little tease she can be.
With her wonderfully outlined breasts right there, this
really was no problem.
"How hot do you want me to get you sweetie?" I replied.
"This hot?" So saying, I placed my right hand beneath
her right breast and began fondling her softly. The
effect was instantaneous – her eyes glazing over and
her expression one of pleading. I knew too what
chemical reactions were being set in motion up between
her legs. Her eyes were the ready blueprint!
Seeing my positively indecent treatment of the girl on
my lap, Graham obviously felt it was a matter here of
keeping up with the Joneses... I'd say he was
encouraged, if not fully chuffed, to find his first few
gropes of Natalie's breasts, meet with both wriggles of
pleasure and a few soft gasps of girlish arousal. I was
so glad we came!
As a result of our localised group activities and
Jenna's bottom which was most pleasantly obscuring much
of the activities the far side, I only had the
occasional opportunity to see the odd flash of any
action being transacted on the other lounge. One such
glance however provided an all-encompassing image. Brad
Archer had materialised from somewhere and was kneeling
between Brianna's knees, his head inclined well up
between her legs performing some obviously effective
service-call on or beneath her knickers. Kylie was now
straddling Warwick and besides kissing her, he was
manipulating her well up under her dress to judge by
her shifting bottom and outpouring of hot giggles.
Even Chloe appeared to be a willing learner as George's
hand had slipped further down from her waist and was
beginning to rub her young bottom slowly as he kissed
her steadily. This activity alone had caused her dress
to gather up slightly and the merest hint of her pretty
little red knickers was noticeable. As many would
agree, unintentional views such as this are actually
more arousing than a deliberate strip-tease.
It's all in the promise that such sights provide.
Obvious also were her delightfully prominent little
breasts as she arched her back to receive his kisses. I
saw him place his hand experimentally on one of her
little mounds and heard her gasp – but not reject, his
forward actions. I glanced at Graham, but he was far
too involved in cupping Natalie's breasts beneath her
bra now and slipping his hand down her back to even
notice his own daughter's predicament.
"I used to think about doing this to you at school
Natalie," I heard Graham whisper to her between
increased respiratory rates.
"And how many other girls?" she giggled... "my sisters
too I bet!" She straddled him now and it was all I
could do to not reach out and grope her myself. Mind
you, I had more than enough curves astride my own lap
to take care off. I reached around and began pulling
Larissa's zip down.
She let out a tiny cry of fake shock as the zip worked
its way to her lower back, exposing her bra of course
to most anyone else who happened to be looking that
way. Kirsten unfortunately was one such observer.
"Oh Gosh," she said, staring as Larissa's back and
shoulders were revealed. This was nothing though to her
reaction when she saw George softly groping her
sister's little breasts. She jumped up and began
tugging her sibling's arm. "Noooo Chloe," she cried
out. Not that this achieved much, Graham's eldest
daughter was rather enjoying her sex-ed for the
afternoon it seemed, and simply jerked her arm free.
Now if anyone was qualified to settle things down, it
was Jenna.
Squatting on the carpet, she pulled Kirsten down too
and took her under her wing. Right that moment, Brad
who was taking in some much needed air after his
gynecological work-out between Brianna's legs, called
out, "Kiss her Jenna."
Shocked she may have been, but remembering Jenna has
now an impressive track-record of same-sex frenetics in
her own bedroom, and presumably also is a willing
adherent of so satisfying a past-time, it was easy to
understand how she just lifted Kirsten's head and
kissed her lightly on the lips. I almost lost my entire
stock of ready-semen watching, as I'm sure did Brad,
George and Warwick, who was peering interestedly around
Kylie's naked back. I think though he had plans of
losing his semen somewhere else.
"That's it sweetheart, kiss her harder." muttered Brad,
pretty sure he was on to a winner here.
Not too sure at what stage a young girl decides whether
or not she likes other females but in Kirsten's case,
ten or so must have been sufficient a passage of time.
That she was responding was beyond question, not only
allowing Jenna to kiss her but giving as good as she
was getting.
George, who had the best view of all of us, was proving
no slouch in the under-age department either. He had
little Chloe completely a-flutter, her dress tugged up
to reveal those enticing little red knickers in all
their glory, as with one hand he was gently rubbing the
front of them, eliciting sighs and wriggles from their
young owner. Quite obviously, what she had wanted from
her father was being handed her by a stranger.
With Larissa down now to just her own bra and knickers,
it was a case of "Let the games begin." In Graham's
case, they already had I noticed. Oblivious to his own
daughters' learning progress, he had managed to
extricate Natalie's panties, unhook her bra and judging
by his hands around her bottom, had something majorly
satisfying up between her legs and well inside her. He
did momentarily glance across at George and appeared if
not well-pleased with his daughter's state of undress
and vulnerability, then certainly accepting!
As for Kylie, in much the same predicament as her elder
sister, she was quite obviously being fucked into
submission by Warwick. If I didn't know better, I would
say that Brianna was behaving demonstrably badly by
fondling her friend's breasts and nipples right in
front of Warwicks' stupefied face.
It left me no choice, I had my erection free of its
confinement and sliding indelicately up towards
Larissa's cervix at an indecently high rate of knots.
Her moans were on a par with Natalie's and quite
honestly, having my daughter fucked right beside me,
merely served to spice up proceedings. I think all of
us were feeding off the shared sexual energy at that
moment.
Chloe just didn't seem to care what George was doing to
her. Rubbing her breasts, pulling them out, small and
tender as they were. Kissing her passionately. No
rebuff even as he slipped a hand inside her panties and
began obviously to caress her most intimately. Between
kissing Larissa myself, I noticed that Chloe was even
spreading her legs to give him better access.
Graham was the first to make good on his local delivery
round, observing anything but a low profile as he came
big-time in Natalie. She just clutched him tightly as
he shot it deep in her. Larissa followed suit less than
thirty seconds later. Talk about peer equality!
What this did achieve of course is to free-up some
quality voyeur time for all of us. Kylie had still a
couple of minutes before she could claim her first
'satisfied partner' of the afternoon.
So hot did George have Chloe, she was unaware that her
father was watching now as George finally began pulling
her panties right down. Graham, it must be said, was
open-mouthed if not catatonic by the sight of his
daughter's physical arousal and semi-stripped
condition. Both breasts completely free of her top, her
nipples were still at the slightly puffy stage yet
providing evidently the most pleasing of contact for
George's free hand. Her superbly rounded little bottom
was unveiled in all its youthful beauty as her panties
finally slid off on to the floor.
Speaking of the floor, not three feet from those
crumpled-up little red knickers, another scene-stealing
performance was being enacted. Whispering between
themselves softly, such that none of us could hear
details, Jenna had, it appeared guided the smaller
girl's hand to her own breasts and Kirsten now, even as
she kissed Jenna, was quite definitely feeling her up
in that general area. I watched entranced as Jenna
reacted sexily to the other girl fondling her as she
wriggled, leaning forward to provide if nothing else, a
clear view down her cleavage. Whether or not Kirsten
had any breasts herself was not yet obvious. I was
hoping Jenna would soon address that contemplation.
"Hey Guys, " Brad interrupted everyone's reverie. "What
say we all take the young ladies upstairs for a little
privacy before lunch. Just the twelve of us?" Assuming
of course the host is amenable."
Just once in a while, Brad comes up with something
remarkably intelligent.
"The hosts are most definitely amenable Mr. Archer."
Came the reply from left field. Both Connor and Sandy
had wandered fortuitously our way it seemed. "On
condition that both may er, join the party as it were?"
Fourteen people accordingly headed for the stairs,
having to wend their way past numerous entwined
twosomes and threesomes. I couldn't help but think what
a jaw-dropping learning-curve this must surely be for
Graham's youngsters.
Michelle was buried beneath a cluster of male admirers,
one of which was doing his very best to get her
pregnant from the rear as she gasped out her quite
obvious pleasure at his craftsmanship. An older man had
a hold of both her breasts and was doing his utmost to
kick-start some sort of milk flow. Either that or he
was formerly a farmer falling back on some nostalgic
barnyard activity. Little Tanya I noted, was seated on
her mom's lap while Susie held her daughter's knickers
to one side to allow a third girl access with her
tongue. I would have liked to stay for that one.
Connor's main bedroom was exactly what we needed. One
King-size bed and more than enough room for the most
ardent of voyeuristic participants. By general
consensus, Jenna and Kirsten were coerced to climb up
on to the bed-quilt and to continue their mutual
exploratory. Kirsten looked back at her father
apprehensively but he just nodded his acquiescence as
he hugged Chloe to him.
The thirteen-year old like the other four girls, had
pulled her panties back on downstairs and might be
considered now to be dressed 'decently' once again. It
may have been a trick of the light or simply fanciful
imagination on my part, but as she turned to smile up
at her dad, I would swear she was pushing her shapely
little rear-end hard up against Graham's crotch.
Brianna had drifted over to my side and was holding my
hand whilst George had retrieved Kylie from Warwick's
possession (I was pleased to see) Brad and Warwick each
had an arm around Larissa now – Brad's slung indecently
low I noticed. Natalie was across the far side being
jointly shepherded towards a rather large high-back
chair by the hosts themselves. Connor had a hold of her
hand and Sandy taking up the rear. I noticed her
tossing several admiring glances at Connor which had me
wondering.
"C'mon girls," called out Warwick to Jenna and Kirsten.
"Kiss each other again."
Just watching Jenna as she took the other girl's hands
before pulling her to her and kissing her softly was
enough to raise the most flaccid phallus on site – not
that I believe there was any such under-performing
piece of equipment there that morning. As Kirsten once
more began to softly rub Jenna's breasts, aroused male
members of the audience began to openly grope the girl
they were with. Sighs turning into moans and fanning
outwards like a Mexican wave.
With Brianna's young breasts thrust out directly before
me, her cleavage too much to ignore, I just dropped
both hands down inside her bra and began kneading her
nipples. George favored the southern approach and
raising his hands slowly from Kylie's waist, cupped her
breasts whilst he nuzzled her neck. She swayed back
against him and covered his hands with her own.
Goddamn, was that hot!
Chloe was finally getting her wish as her father
tentatively slipped his hands down the front of her
dress and was transported with pleasure, feeling I have
every reason to believe, his daughters little breasts
and nipples for the first time.
The far side of the room played host to a scene to
rival in heat, that being played out center quilt.
Having gotten Natalie seated in the chair, Connor had
his hand well down inside her bra fondling its soft
contents, while Sandy no less, was whispering something
to my daughter as she slipped her hand inside Nat's
right cup and was quite obviously squeezing her breast
firmly. Natalie though looking a little shocked, was
shifting about in her seat with the pleasurably
indecent attention she was receiving.
"Take each others tops off girls," said Brad, a tad
hoarsely. He appeared to be having trouble keeping his
hands away from his crotch. Every man present had a
similar problem seconds later as Jenna knelt there
hands over her head as Kirsten peeled her cotton top
off, leaving her just in skirt, knickers and bra... a
hot little black push-up too. Jenna then returned the
favor, slipping the girl's t-shirt off.
I heard several gasps. I think one was my own!
Cute as all hell, Kirsten had but the slightest of
swellings in evidence across her chest, each bearing
the most arousing of puffy nipples that overshadowed
all else. Understandably embarrassed, she covered
herself with her arms.
"Take Jenna's bra off sweetheart," said Connor, his
hands and that of his partner both inside the same bra
cup beneath Natalie's top now. Smiling hesitantly,
little Kirsten lowered her arms and reaching around
behind Jenna, began unhooking the tiny clasp. This of
course, brought her delicate little chest up level with
Jenna's face and even before Brad had finished saying
"Suck her Jenna," my daughter had gently latched on to
Kirsten's left nipple with her mouth and was softly
sucking the young girl.
Quite honestly, the hottest thing I had ever seen, I
just whispered to Brianna, "take your panties off
sweetie," as I continued fondling her. She wriggled out
of her knickers in seconds.
Graham didn't even have to ask his daughter. Chloe just
tugged hers down and kicked them off. As Graham's hands
eased down past her hips and up beneath her dress I was
mesmerised by the sight. The little girl gasped in both
anticipation and extreme sexual arousal as his fingers
quite obviously found what they sought up there at the
apex of her slim legs. Never again would those two be
bored nights!
Things with Kylie were something less than stagnating I
have to say. George had her on all fours, her skirt up
around her hips, her panties tossed in the far corner
of the room. It didn't matter, I don't believe she was
going to be needing them for a while. With his cock as
far up her fully distended pussy as he could get it, he
was, if not raping her, fucking her to the edge of
sanity.
With Jenna's bra off now, Kirsten had lowered her lips
to my daughter's nipples and was discovering just what
she had to look forward to herself in a few years as
she probed first one side then the other, sucking them
with a passion it seemed. Whatever she was doing, it
had Jenna gasping and pushing her breasts hard into the
little girl's mouth. In her state of near total
arousal, I saw Jenna slipping her hands up inside
Kirsten's little skirt and to judge by the youngster's
reaction – she was rubbing her softly in a mutually
satisfying area.
Taking George's lead, I had Brianna get down on all
fours too as I pushed her skirt as high as I could get
it. Even before I had the chance to slip my erection up
between those hot little girlish cheeks, Brianna was
virtually begging "Fuck me Mr. Baker, pleeease... fuck
me really hard." I did just that!
Out of the corner of my eye, I watched as Graham
brought his daughter off. Hesitant understandably to
deflower her then and there, it was certainly the next
best thing to see her crying out "Ohhhhhhh ohhhh dad!"
as she clutched at her pussy as the orgasm ran out its
full course.
Brad and Warwick meanwhile had dragged Larissa to a
nearby chair. Sitting on Brad's lap as Warwick tugged
her knickers down, she was more than happy to let Brad
expose both breasts and begin pulling both her nipples
as he kissed her neck and shoulders.
"Fuck, lets get her completely naked," I heard Warwick
mutter. It was the work of maybe thirty seconds tops!
Lying there fully nude, she was a sight! Warwick
thought so too and with Brad holding her legs apart, he
had no problem forcing his way into her where he began
to fuck her silly. I had enough things to attend to
over my side.
Kylie meanwhile could get her little butt no higher and
was simply out of it, crying-out in wanton lust as
George shot what appeared to be a creditable load of
cum well up inside her. As yet unstated, she even
reached up beneath her own legs and began masturbating
with such intent she triggered her own massive orgasm
whilst George looked on stunned.
I had Brianna hot, full and smiling within minutes and
then like Kylie she just knelt there still caressing
her own pussy as she came back to earth. Getting to my
feet I had cause to doubt my own eyes.
Natalie was still dressed, although both breasts were
exposed – but that's where the innocence ended. Both
feet raised up on the arms of the chair, impossibly
wide apart and held there beneath the knees by Sandy
who was leaning across the top of her, they had somehow
gotten Nat to hold her own knickers to one side as
Connor was just fucking her front-on. Reduced to little
more than grunts as he pistoned-in to her the rest of
us (including Jenna) watched dry-mouthed as he worked
out his lust, finally coming so hard in her gaping wet
slit that torrents ran out of her as he withdrew.
Natalie just sat there in stunned silence afterwards -
completely spread still, her hands clutching her pussy
through her closed-up knickers in conciliatory anguish
no doubt.
Center-stage it seemed to me Jenna and Kirsten were
paying minimal attention to that which was being
transacted in their midst. So taken-up were they in
exploring their partner's bodies, the orgasmic
couplings in progress all around them had deflected
none of their focus. Both topless now, Kirsten had her
little hand well up between Jenna's legs (they both,
only had their skirt and knickers left on) and appeared
to be returning the frictionalised favors of which she
had undoubtedly been a willing recipient.
I could not say with any accuracy whether in fact
either had been taken to an orgasm. My hunch was that
this was unlikely. Kirsten would not have had the
experience to know what wondrous excitement awaited her
and Jenna simply didn't look like she had been there
yet. For all that though both were gasping with
pleasure and spreading their legs to accommodate the
other's digital explorations.
"OK girls," called out Brad. "Get those hot little
panties off and lets get this rolling shall we?"
Jenna slipped hers straight off and with her crumpled
skirt now her sole item of modesty, the occasional
glimpse of dark curly hair up between her legs was
infinitely hotter than had she been naked. Kirsten was
at first reluctant to part with her 'little-girl'
briefs' cute little polka-dots... but Jenna managed to
persuade her to pull them down eventually. Perhaps the
fact that most of the other girls in the room were
without theirs, helped.
Now, things were warming up! To see these two topless
young girls actively fondling each others' pussies
whilst kissing, was about as hot as things get. The
more confident Kirsten became, the wider she spread her
legs and the more Jenna was able to do to her. At the
point Jenna was able to actually get her finger up
inside the little girl's pussy, Graham was staring hard
and fondling his other daughter like a professional,
fingering her at will now – much to her vocalised
pleasure.
At the point the girls were comfortable enough to get
their skirts off and play there on the bed naked, I
think the audience was close to certifiable. I found
myself with my beautiful Kylie who I kissed and held
tight to me, loving her as always I will. Graham
'inherited' Brianna and definitely needed no sex-manual
from that point on. George made a point of taking over
Natalie's well-being. Hot little Chloe became Brad's
handmaiden while Larissa was passed to Connor for
safekeeping. Warwick hit the jackpot and found himself
with a hot'n sexy twenty-six year old. I think he was
going to need help if I was any judge of that
particular girl.
There was something dynamically arousing in watching
the antics of the two girls. It wasn't just their
mouths – sucking all the right things. Their incredibly
arousing breasts, one's developed – one's anything but.
Not even their hands as they explored each other's
bodies – though that might be construed as having died
and gone to heaven. No, I'll tell you what was just so
damned erotic! Jenna crawling around the bed with that
wonderful little "V" of tight brown curls between her
legs and Kirsten, sitting there with her knees apart
showing all of us her smooth and hairless pussy as it
still was. As someone called out.
"Wasn't long since you looked like that Jenna." She had
blushed and giggled.
It had made me think back to all those years bathing
them when they had been little girls. How hot had they
all looked then? and never once had I even thought
about it! Holding Kylie to me I let my gaze drop to her
breasts and still erect nipples – Oh, but God... how
hot do they all look now???
"You can always have her look like that again you
know?" It was Sandy. For a moment, I didn't catch her
drift.
"Are you meaning what I think you're meaning Sandy?"
asked Connor.
"Yeah... we could always shave her," Sandy replied.
"Damn straight!" muttered Brad... "Let's do it!"
"Noooooooo way," cried out Jenna, hugging herself. She
looked across at me in desperation.
I was undoubtedly in shock. Thoughts and images
crowding out my logic circuits.
"Go on dad, do it to her," giggled Kylie.
I didn't exactly give permission, I merely looked
across at Sandy, who caught my thoughts obviously and
headed straight for the bathroom.
"Dad!!" yelled Jenna, "You're not going to let them do
it are you?"
"Just a bit of fun sweetie," I replied. "Come on,
you'll love it."
"No dad! that's just disgusting." she cried. "How
embarrassing would that be?"
"We'll find out Jen," I replied grinning, as Sandy
returned with shaving cream, razor and a few face-
washers.
"Noooo, pleeaaaase," she whimpered uselessly as Brad
and Connor took a hold of her arms and Graham and
Warwick her legs. I was so hard at this juncture it was
a distinct worry.
"Hold her really wide guys," said Sandy, as they
manouevered her bottom on to a thick towel.
Held there, spread thus so indecently – her slit
completely exposed for everyone's viewing pleasure, I
can understand why she was struggling and blushing
furiously. Her breasts were jiggling with emotion as
she stared down between her legs.
Sandy sprinkled a liberal amount of water over her neat
little patch and then began lathering up the shaving
cream over the entire area. Jenna was still crying
"Nooooo, please stop," even as they held her.
"Now sweetheart don't struggle, I don't want to cut
you," said Sandy, moving in with the razor.
Just so arousing was it watching this operation, most
of the girls were openly masturbating. "Gosh dad,
that's making me so hot," said Kylie - a finger or two
well up inside herself already.
Sensibly Jenna held still and its my belief that before
she was even half-way shaved, she was as aroused by her
spread and vulnerable position as everyone else.
Especially knowing what it was doing to the audience.
Sandy was very efficient and as the hairline receded –
eventually right up to those wonderfully wet and
obviously engorged labia, Jenna, though still flushed,
was looking-on with renewed interest. As the last
traces of hair disappeared, Sandy cleaned up with a
warm face-washer and produced a small container of
talcum powder.
"Who wants to put some powder on her?" she said. I
almost orgasmed.
As it happened, we all got to shake a little on her –
even really treated ourselves and having flipped her
over, shook some over her hot little bum and patted it
in. After all babies don't come any cuter do they?
Turning her back over we did her breasts as well –
nothing so erotic as the smell of talc down the front
of a girl. After that, we just stared. In all honesty I
couldn't begin to tell you how incredibly arousing that
little pussy looked. Being the young age she is coupled
with that now, smooth-as-silk little mound, she was ten
again!
There could not have been a man in that room, myself
included, would have had thoughts of anything but
taking her to bed and fucking her for hours in every
known position – and then some!
"Well lets not forget young Kirsten," said Connor,
easing her back up beside Jenna. "C'mon sweetheart,
spread those legs and lets make you smell nice too."
With that, he shook a small quantity over her soft and
inviting little pussy which he proceeded to pat with
considerable vigor. The little girl gasped and looked
across at her dad who as it happened, was more than
occupied with the semi-exposed contents of Brianna's
skimpy bra. He caught his youngest daughter's glance
however and smiled back at her.
"Let's not forget her tits guys," said Warwick
motioning to Connor who then obligingly shook a small
quantity of powder across Kirsten's hot little nipples,
leaving Sandy herself to lightly pat under and around
the girl's breasts. Definitely a situation calling-out
for a woman's touch!
So much more was to come to pass that day I simply have
to draw the line somewhere. This is as good a place as
any I imagine. I have after all subjected you all to an
extremely long recollection here for which I apologise.
Jenna has also left it to the last-minute Sunday night
(as usual) to mention five minutes ago, that she needs
major help in compiling an Ancient History assignment
due tomorrow. So much for a relaxing night.
She'll be paying... dearly!
© Peter_Pan 2005
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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