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Harper Valley: Return of the Prodigal
By Peter Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)
***
I had vowed never to return to Harper Valley and in all
honesty would never have done so - but female
persuasion is a powerful thing and Hell, it WAS her
last few days in the country after all! (Mf, ped, inc,
bi, mast)
***
Ok I admit it, I'm weak as all hell, but I'd like to
see any of you people trying to put up with the kind of
pressure I was under that week!
I told you that Sally wouldn't let up - not once she
knew about that upcoming party, especially now she had
a taste for the communally erotic let's say, following
that unhinged afternoon at Jerry's place a fortnight
back.
"But I'll never have another chance," she pleaded,
kneeling on her bed provocatively and fully aware you
can be sure, that her breasts at that angle were
spilling out of that tight little bra of hers. The
master strategist after all, uses each and every tool
at his disposal.
I had given up trying to be chivalrous - damn it, if
she wanted to display her wares like that, who was I to
disappoint her? Staring deep down her cleavage, I
marshalled my thought-processes.
"OK, OK," I grunted. "I'll take you - anything to end
this draining harangue.
Flinging her arms round my neck, she just about
wrenched my thoracic vertebrae loose in a show of
unbridled gratitude. "Oh God, what am I going to wear?"
she began moaning.
"Jesus Christ," I was thinking to myself, All I've done
is swap one set of verbose whinges for another.
My real problem of course loomed forbiddingly. How not
to let on to the other three where I was going that
Saturday. They're like Rotweillers - one sniff of their
quarry and they'd never let go! I discussed this with
Sal and made her promise under threat of her life, that
she would say nothing to any of them. The cover story
would be that as she was due to fly home the following
Tuesday morning, we would be taking the opportunity to
drive down to Canberra, so that she might see the
National Capital before she left. I knew they wouldn't
be interested... it being only a month or so since we
were all down there ourselves and it is a long boring
drive for the most part.
Fortunately on the big day itself, most everyone had
taken themselves off to various social venues which
made my task of shepherding Miss Young from the upper
floors to the internal garage, way easier. Given how
she was dressed however, I don't know how I summoned up
the presence of mind to ever leave the garage.
Some outfits might be described as sexy... some
provocative, others possibly 'inviting trouble,' but be
assured what Sally had done with herself that day,
would fully invalidate any rape charge on the planet -
the judge even would be asking for her cell-phone
number!
Probably best described as a country and western
outing, at its heart it was a rather pretty little
cotton-print lightly chequered dress. On a ten-year old
it would have looked cute - on Sally, you're talking a
likely major gang-bang. Low cut to the extent that her
nipples must have been but two millimetres short of
doing a Janet Jackson and whatever illegally under-
wired bra that was, it could be putting implants out of
business any day.
The hemline was that far above her knees, sitting down
in a coffee shop would get you arrested. Gathered at
the waist, the designers obviously had in mind to go
for broke so far as figure-hugging was concerned and as
if this wasn't enough, the back was scalloped so low,
who would care how boring the party was? All anyone
would be doing anyway is figuring out how to unhook
that sexy little bra strap without getting a five
fingered salute across your face. She couldn't even
leave it at that!
Sexy high-heels, hair all teased-up like Deborah Harry
on a bad day, and just seventeen for God's sake!
Bangles-style eye make-up completed the picture with
enough lip gloss to slip-slide your way to heaven. I
figured she'd be pregnant before she made it past the
kitchen at the host's residence. She almost was walking
past ours!
"Sure you want to go with that particular look Sal?" I
teased, trying desperately to keep a grip solely round
her waist.
"Don't you like how I look?" she asked, sounding almost
hurt!
"It's not that sweetheart," I assured her, "You look
er...stunning actually - almost too stunning, that's
the problem."
"What do you mean?" she giggled.
"Well let me put it this way princess," I replied,
"Right now, all I want to do is take you back upstairs
and rape you stupid for the rest of the afternoon!"
"Oh can we??? just quickly?" she begged, pulling at my
arm.
"That's the whole trouble Sal," I grinned, "It wouldn't
be "quickly" would it? I doubt we'd even make the
party!"
By now we were in the garage, so rather than pursue
this line of pointless discussion, I just opened the
door and bundled her into the front seat. That in
itself was an eye-opening turn - watching that dress
ride up her thighs, not to mention those hot little
breasts jiggling right there in front of me. God, how I
wanted to get them out and suckle her right then and
there. How easy would it have been?
As it eventuated, the party was at Steve's place -
which I had never been to, although like all the rest
of us pretty much, it was within a three kilometre
radius of the girls' High School (Kindly forgive my
non-disclosure here).
"I'm soo nervous about this," Sally whispered as we
pulled into Steve's driveway. "Do you think they'll
like me?"
I glanced at her beautiful face, ultimately sexy
profile and radiating teenage desirability.
"Oh yeah Sal," I replied, "They're definitely gonna
like you."
I suppose the tone of the afternoon was set the instant
we set foot on the porch.
"Fuck me!" said Steve, holding on to the door for
support, then realising his somewhat less than
courteous greeting. "Oh, I'm so sorry Noel."
"Don't apologise to me pal," I said to him, "Sal's the
one you should be saying sorry to."
Fact is, she was revelling in his tongue-tied
predicament and smiled the sexiest smile at him as he
babbled some excuse for his inappropriate language. We
were then escorted into the lounge-room where Sally's
introduction fully stole the show.
You could see every girl there thinking "What a slut,"
as they enviously appraised Sal's body from cleavage to
hemline. As for the male contingency, rows of open
mouths betrayed their thoughts on the instant. I
imagine most would have forgotten the name of the girl
they were talking to right that moment.
"Welcome Sally, this is your first time isn't it?" The
speaker was a rampantly attractive young woman in her
late twenties, to judge by her make-up and skin-tone. I
wasn't unimpressed!
"I'm Toni - Steve's partner," she confided, I shook her
hand, finding that a totally inadequate gesture, making
the immediate resolution that if given the opportunity,
I would upgrade our introduction to something far more
intimate.
"Sally was then dragged off by Steve to another group
the far side of the room which contained Brad, Connor,
Michelle, Nadia and several others I knew well. I
figured I wouldn't be seeing too much of her for the
rest of the afternoon.
"Hello Mr. Baker, I didn't think you would ever be
coming back!" I looked down at the pretty little blonde
that had taken a hold of my hand.
"Heavens Chloe," I replied, "Haven't you grown since
last I saw you?" I used the word "grown" for fully
diplomatic reasons, hardly being able to express my
surprise at what almost a year had done to that
wonderfully sexy little body. Breasts way more
prominent, hips flared out slightly and every feminine
curve infinitely curvier. During "Harpers Afloat" she
had been a pretty little girl, now she was a hot young
woman....and in so short a time.
"How old are you now Chloe?" I asked her.
"Fifteen," she replied proudly, "And Kirsten is nearly
twelve now - that's her over there." Following her
indicated position, I almost collapsed. What happened
to that shy little pre-teen that clung to her sister's
hand or her father's trouser legs last time I saw her?
The hot little brunette I could see in short skirt and
nice lacy top, chatting confidently to Warwick, Brianna
and several others, even had noticeably developed
breasts now. Surely I thought, these two had not been
fucking the hordes all this time. Then I realised sadly
- "well of course they must have!" It made me shiver
momentarily.
Just then Brianna saw me and came running over.
Throwing her arms around my neck she clung to me. "Oh
Noel, never thought you'd be back - don't suppose the
girls are coming, are they?"
"No sweetheart," I answered, "Nor are they ever to know
I'm here today Brianna, OK?" she nodded solemnly. "Just
came here, so that Sally could attend this one party
before she flies back to England this week."
"She's very pretty," Chloe added, still holding my hand
tightly.
"Come over and meet everyone," said Brianna, grabbing
my other arm and propelling me towards the group.
"Well g'day," smiled Warwick, shaking hands, "So, you
brought that sexy little guest of yours over for the
afternoon?"
"Yeah, but God knows where she is," I responded,
looking around for some sign of her.
"Think Steve took her into the next room to meet some
people,' he replied. "She'll be Ok,"
"Yeah, but will Steve?" I added. That cracked them up.
Turning away from Warwick, who would find it hard to
hold my attention at the best of times, I found
something way more interesting.
"Well hello Kirsten," I said, getting an immediate hug
from Chloe's radically upgraded little sister, those
newly come-by swellings on her chest readily evident.
"Wonderful to see you, Chloe tells me you're almost
twelve now?"
"Yep," she said, "I start High School soon."
"Unreal," I was thinking, "Probably the only one in her
grade will have been fucking her pretty little tits
off, since attending Primary school." Graham had a lot
to answer for.
"And where is your dad girls?' I asked them.
"Oh, he's just in the next room," Chloe put in,
"Probably talking to that girl you brought," she added
cheekily - though rather perceptively, I thought. I
figured she must know nothing about everyone's earlier
dalliance with Sally and decided it best stay that way.
Connor, Brad, Mal, Chris, Louise, Susie even sexy
Brittany, to name but seven, all drifted over to say
Hello. Well to be absolutely truthful - the men said
'hello' ... the girls were all making "bookings." I was
definitely needing to conserve my energies if I was to
spread myself around, as it were. Louise especially in
those ultra tight hotpants left no room for doubt as to
her meaning when she said "Catch you upstairs later Mr.
Baker." I don't think she was suggesting they had a few
loose roof tiles that needed fixing!
Figured it was time I went in search of Sally, so made
my apologies to the group and lit out for the dining
area. Not one undressed or even partially fondled girl
anywhere to be seen at this juncture.
Such could not be said to be the case in the next room
however. They must have been operating under a
different time-zone. Not two metres inside the doorway
and I come across this mega-cute blonde poppet, one
that I have never had the prior pleasure of meeting,
secured fast to some guy's lap and letting him kiss her
fervently while not only was his hand way up beneath
her skirt playing with something they both seemed to be
enjoying, but another guy's palm was midway down her
top groping the life out of both her quite small
breasts. As an aperitif, I found the scene wholly
enjoyable. All the more so when both her breasts were
suddenly popped free of her shirt and looking up at the
instigator of such indecent exposure she giggled
"That's naughty dad!" making no move however to prevent
his leaning forward and sucking both her nipples one
after the other.
God, how had I let all this slip for so long I was
thinking!
"Kristy" as the little blonde was called evidently, was
definitely no first-timer. Fully accepting of a third
man's intercession, she just wriggled her hips sexily
on the guy's lap while the newcomer knelt by the chair
and with limited finesse but undoubted zeal, pulled her
bright yellow cotton panties right down. With her skirt
scrunched up around her hips now, her entire vaginal
area was exposed and if there is anything hotter than a
teenage girl's curly pubic sentinels... then I would
like to be thus advised.
"Daddy" must have shared my view of things as he
swiftly pulled his daughter's legs apart and even as
she gasped in fake shock, buried something between them
that was definitely not a box of crayons. The man
holding her round the waist, propelled the girl forward
until she was on the very edge of his lap ensuring that
her father had full and deep access to that sexy little
pussy that even now he was thrusting hard up into. If
ever I felt like 'taking a number,' this was it!
"Mr Baker," rang out a familiar voice. Turning
obliquely to my left, who should be standing there but
little Chantelle, albeit in a nice fitting pair of
jeans and crisp white top.
"There was a rumor going around you might be here
today,' she giggled, a flush of color suddenly in her
cheeks as she caught a side-on view of what Kristy's
dad was doing to his daughter. There was a spare chair
nearby so I sat down and pulled Chantelle on to my lap.
I'd almost forgotten the feeling!
"Your dad around?" I asked her.
"He's in some other room with Virginia I think," she
replied.
"Good," I said, kissing her hard on the lips. "Just
like riding a bicycle" I thought to myself, availing
myself simultaneously of a handful of her obviously
bra-less mounds. Besides, if it was Virginia he was
with, we wouldn't be hearing a peep out of him for the
duration, if I knew that little siren half as well as I
thought I did.
Chantelle melted into me, "I've missed you," she
whispered. "You always were the gentlest man at these
parties - all the girls loved being with you."
"Gentle you say?" I teased her, "I'd better not be
doing this then," I said, placing my hand firmly up
between her legs and rubbing her pussy firmly through
the denim. I'd swear she thrust her hips up to further
the contact.
"You can do that all you like," she giggled. I had more
practical ideas though, finding that elusive little zip
and tugging it down. Still rubbing her breasts with my
other hand she was wriggling all over my lap, which was
rendering unto Caesar a monumentally pleasant service
at sub-boxer level. She knew full well what she was
doing too.
Slipping my hand into the gap I had created, I found
the front of her panties instantly and applied pressure
the length of her hot teenage slit.
"Mmmm," she purred, even as I introduced a finger
beneath her knickers and worked my way inland until I
sank into a chasm of such warmth and arousing
tactility, that she gasped with unforced pleasure.
"That feels so sexy,' she whispered in my ear. The
absolute right words at the right time. Using two
fingers, I pushed-in deeply feeling the moisture, and
knowing full well how squirrelly it was making her.
What it was doing to me, I figure you can work out for
yourself.
As I began to settle into a rhythm in the immediate
vicinity of her clitoral hood, enjoying immensely the
sensation of contact with that moist yet firm little
nub, I could see the flow-on effect of my ministrations
in the young girl's eyes. Beginning to glaze with
uninhibited pleasure, she was raising her hips with
each downstroke, to further her sensory cause and
starting to moan now softly.
Kissing those full and wanting lips was no hardship to
be endured either... it also kept the noise in check.
Second only to seminal release is bringing a girl to
orgasm digitally. Not having to worry about your own
physical trigger-head, one is free to concentrate
purely on the girl's well-being. In Chantelle's case I
felt her body stiffening in readiness for that last
wave and kissing her as passionately as I knew how, I
increased the pressure but momentarily on her now
drenched little detonator.
Clinging to me and quite beyond the reaches of calm
indifference, the girl shivered with the onset of her
spasming pussy. I felt the drawbridge flooding as she
let herself be washed over the levees, floating
ultimately in a magical lake all of my own creation -
even if I do say so myself.
She opened her pretty eyes and hugged me. "That was
incredible," she giggled, one hand held quite
subconsciously close up against her right breast. I
held mine against the other. "How do you do that?" she
asked.
"I don't," I answered "You do it sweetheart, I'm just
watching and cheering from the sidelines." Those
wonderfully full little lips just had to be kissed for
a few more moments. Their softness and taste fully
intoxicating.
"Much as I hate to leave you sweetheart," I whispered,
"I have to go and find Sally - that's the girl I
brought here," I added, seeing as her inquiring
expression was evidence she had no idea who I was
talking about. I quickly filled in the gaps for her.
Kissing me sweetly, she vacated my lap, demanding I
come back to her as soon as I could. She had my
assurance.
I didn't have far to look Whenever a largish throng
forms at a Harper's gathering, you can be sure
something of vital interest is underway at its center.
Sally was definitely of vital interest.
It was the dress I recognised first, displaced though
it was at almost every extremity. Seated full length on
Steve himself, two other men - both unknown to me, were
taking turns kissing Sally with a passion born of
seeming desperation. Both had a hand down her top, well
inside that hot little bra and rifling through its
contents with unchecked pleasure. Hot as all that was
to observe, it was the lower abdominal activities that
riveted one's attention. Her legs being held indecently
wide by Steve himself, Sally's hotter than hot, pink
cotton briefs were fully on show courtesy of her dress'
hemline now residing at waist level.
It wasn't so much seeing hands at play inside a girl's
panties that was any unusual a sight at Harpers -
merely that these belonged to another girl. It was Tori
herself, kneeling there between the teenager's legs,
her right hand inside Sally's knickers, clearly
masturbating the girl expertly, utilising the knowledge
that comes with being female yourself. Sally was
wriggling about on Steve's lap way past caring as to
her exposed condition, letting out between kisses,
cries of extreme pleasure in response to the applied
stimulation being afforded her young body from neck to
knee.
Other hands were attempting to fondle Tori's breasts
meanwhile, but their owners were shown short-thrift as
she deflected each and every aspirant with a curt
"leave me alone," preferring to concentrate her efforts
on getting Sally to the promised land.
At the point Tori slipped her fingers inside those hot
little pink briefs and gently held them to one side,
exposing some extremely naughty female architecture to
all and sundry - a collective gasp was heard. Still
being passionately kissed by several willing partners,
I rather doubt she was expecting a girl's tongue to
infiltrate those cute labial sentries of hers. As it
was, Tori, obviously no stranger to oral hi-jinks with
those of her own sex, began licking the young girl,
whilst forcing her legs still wider.
Sally began to buck against the incoming tide and was
starting to permeate the airwaves with little cries of
pleasure. Tori definitely knew her way around here - I
wondered if her own lower extremities were frequently a
target for similar action sequences. As Tori really
began to apply herself to the task at hand, the men
stopped kissing her - even withdrawing their hands from
her bra - much to my chagrin I have to say. Thrusting
upwards with her own hips now, Sal's eyes were closed
as she murmured her own litany of prayers for the
faithful.
It was always going to be a doozy, so when neither her
clitoris or that emotional hair-trigger of hers could
take any more pressure, she imploded and holding the
back of Tori's head, forced her mouth into even closer
proximity with her quite obviously spasming pussy. I
would imagine Tori's face had need of several dry
serviettes at that stage, not that she seemed
interested in pulling away right then.
Her task at an end - Tori had no qualms now about
letting some of the others take their pleasures with
her - Steve had no qualms either apparently! Connor,
who had materialised from somewhere began kissing her
while taking extreme liberties with her rather
magnificently proportioned breasts which he was
fondling at will. The other two men had closed ranks
around Sally and while one was busying himself
unhooking her bra at the back even as she sat there on
Steve's lap, the other had positioned himself between
her legs and was in the process of extricating with one
hand, what appeared to be eight or nine inches of
phallic trouble while with the other hand, he was
spreading Sal's panties even wider,
Still post-orgasmic, I don't think the teenager had
much idea of what was imminently about to happen to
her. As seeing confirmation of this statement, she let
out a cry of surprise as the man penetrated her deeply
from front-on. "No more," she cried out hopefully, but
was sadly ignored as the would-be rapist progressed.
If Tori's tongue had transported her to Utopia and
back, this man's cock was a ride on the Orient Express
itself.
"That's it Fraser, fuck the young girl's lights out,"
muttered the man's cohort, coming to grips with his own
needs even as he spoke. Fraser it seems, was, if
nothing else - compliant, and he literally drove it
deeper and deeper into Sally's pussy, until she was
literally sobbing in pleasured anguish.
Steve and his associate had by now freed up that pesky
little clasp and their determined fumblings had worked
Sal's skimpy bra-straps down her arms, allowing its
swift removal. Glancing downwards in what might be
described as 'flushed disarray,' she was privy to
seeing her breasts lifted clear of her dress, although
the rude assault between her legs was taking up the
greater part of her concentration.
"That's what I call a hot sexy pair of tits," muttered
one of the onlookers, leaning forward to knead one of
her very erect nipples between his thumb and
forefinger. Other hands sought her right breast. Sally
let out a small gasp, but this may have been equally
attributable to Fraser's now frenetic intrusion upon
her womb.
"What a hot little fuck," he managed to enunciate
before shedding all that he had within her whilst the
audience crowded in further to watch the carnal
spectacle unfold. Just for a moment, Sally looked up
and saw me. Almost dreamily she smiled. This is what
she had wanted after all!
My attention was distracted by an event of significant
visual appeal just behind me. Having tongued her way to
Olympic honors within Sally's delicate little enclave,
Tori was herself now being physically restrained by a
foursome of admirers - including Warwick I noted, who
had managed to ground her on the carpet just to our
left and who in the interim, had divested Steve's sexy
partner of not only her tight-fitting dress, but also
whatever bra she had on. As a consequence she was
spreadeagled now on her back, being kissed by one guy,
fondled stupid by Warwick and Connor, whilst the fourth
man was in the process of tugging her frilly little
cotton briefs down. I figured it was well worth waiting
to see her fully naked!
"Least I can do is offer you some compensation Noel,"
Steve called out to me from around Sally's shoulders.
"Given the pleasures your three have afforded me all
those weeks," he added, grinning. "Let Tori enjoy the
benefits of your wide experience why don't you?"
Not sure whether he was waxing a tad satirical there,
but no denying, that now exposed pussy of hers, nicely
trimmed but not shaved, was exerting a major tug to my
nether regions. I glanced at Sally who just silently
mouthed the words...."Fuck her Noel."
Brushing aside he who had just denuded her fully, I
crouched between Tori's legs, aided in my quest by Mal
and another guy, who having a hold of a leg each, had
opened up the pearly gates as it were. Tori was still
kissing the man passionately as I penetrated her warm
and supremely inviting recess. She broke off from
kissing and looked up at me - such an expression of
lustful pleasure, I could only enjoy it all the more.
Seated on Steve's lap still and just cupping her own
pussy to prevent more cum running out of her, Sally was
watching minutely. Almost side-on to her, she would
have had a clearer than clear view of Tori's inter-
coital activity and was doubtless finding the spectacle
voyeuristically to her liking.
I was finding much to like myself - including Warwick
and Connor's brusque treatment of those superbly
sculptured breasts. Fondling one breast while Connor
drew done on the other nipple, was meeting deeply with
their owner's approval to judge by her wriggling and
up-thrusting hips.
No way was this ever going the distance and barely had
the referee called 'time-out' to the seconds, than I
negotiated my way through her defenses and landed a
really low blow. Gasping - not with pain, but ecstasy,
she lay there as I let fly with the remainder of my
practised moves. Talk about 'rope-a-dope' - I had her
number cold. In the upshot, it was one of my fastest
completion-times and I definitely planned on a return
bout whenever that might be arranged.
Getting to my feet long before the enforced ten-count,
I retrieved both Sally and her bra. Threading our way
between the madding crowd we found a spare armchair and
seating myself in it, I pulled hot little Sally on to
my lap.
"Are you going to fuck me now?" she giggled. I handed
her the bra in answer. "What say we have a rest
sweetheart?" I said, "Put this back on and let's just
behave ourselves for a while huh?' She took the thing
and was wriggling back into it when several men
approached us.
"Going to favor us now with what you keep between those
sexy little legs sweetie?" asked one. A second man was
kneeling alongside the chair arm and experimentally
groping her left breast.
"Give it a rest guys," I said, "Plenty of other hot
young girls here today, Sally will be around all
afternoon... just give us a short break OK?"
"They sounded a reluctant retreat and if I didn't know
better, Sally looked real disappointed!"
"What?"I said, looking at her cheeky expression.
"You've just been vaginally penetrated three-quarters
to death, within twenty-five minutes of getting here.
I'm just looking out for your well-being sweetheart."
"It was sooo sexy," she whispered, "Being fucked with
all those people watching. Even hotter than I imagined.
Gosh, it must have been incredible seeing Jenna, Kylie
and Natalie having it done to them "
I was silent for a second - just remembering those
images. I almost regretted our subsequent cessation
from the group. "Yeah Sal," I replied, "It was
something you don't forget too easily!"
Connor I noticed... well, I'm sure Sally noticed too,
had replaced me at the business end of Tori's prostrate
body and was rendering the young girl a lively and
passionate work-out, to complement my former
indulgence. Steve, no longer with the benefit of a sexy
young bottom cradled in his lap, was encouraging of his
partner's fully indecent servicing and could be heard
egging Connor on. to yet greater daring.
Quite unexpectedly, a pretty little face bobbed-up in
my direct line of vision. Kirsten of all unannounced
angels. I shuffled Sally over to one said and had her
take up residence on my left knee. I introduced each to
the other and could see Sally thinking, "God she's
young!"
Kirsten I sensed, had come over specifically to check
Sally out! The radically increased poise and confidence
was incredible. Impossible to believe this kid was just
eleven still. Amazing what communal fucking can achieve
I guess.
"How old are you Kirsten?" Sally asked. It was driving
her mad with curiosity.
"I'll be twelve in two weeks," Kirsten replied
breezily.
"What??? Y-your only eleven still?" Sally just about
choked. "Oh my God...you look young but not that young.
I thought you were thirteen or fourteen maybe?'
"My dad used to teach Kylie and Jenna at High School,"
she said, effortlessly changing the subject. I was
going to add that he had 'taught them a hell of a lot
more since then' but thought better of it.
"Really?" Sal replied, reflecting momentarily on the
images that little statement threw up. "Where is he
Kirsten?' she asked.
"Oh, just in the next room - busy with one of the other
girls," she giggled.
Right about then I was unashamedly I admit, finding the
young girl's proximity to my own body very pleasurable.
Unlike in months past when any potential pre-teen
indulgence seemed way outside my comfort zone, I was
fully aware that this was no longer an inexperienced
young sweetie and that she was more than likely wanting
something more than a pat on the bottom....and
yes...that was another area I most assuredly wanted to
have some contact with.
Whether or not it was her expression, the imminency of
her sweet lips or the fact I am so entrenched a
paedophilic adherent - I don't know, but I had to kiss
her. Sally I knew would be anything but caring -
enjoying every sexual deviation that came her way I
figured.
Not that kissing Kirsten was in any way a deviate act.
It was the most beautiful of experiences to be honest.
Perhaps the renewal of so wonderful a contact-
experience with a girl of such breathtaking youth. She
melted in to me, and for a fleeting moment, my
childhood clicked past in an edited slide-show. I had
always known Kirsten - from eight onwards. She was the
quiet one at the back of the class I couldn't summon up
the courage to talk to. The shy new girl our teacher
introduced to the grade in Year six. The beautiful
little daughter of the family that moved in to the
house next door when I was thirteen.
And now, God had softened his heart and had brought her
to my knee. His own wondrous creation. He wanted my
approval, desired my emotional intimacy, needed my
guardianship of his own personnified innocence here on
Earth. I may yet serve out a jail sentence for socially
outlawed behavior, sexually 'reprehensible' dealings
with a minor... but I can live with that. God knows and
understands my motivation and awareness - he bequeathed
both to me when all is said and done.
I wasn't kissing an easily-led and impressionable pre-
adolescent. This was a female who knew and sensed
everything. Eleven, her birth certificate may have
said. Timeless however, her birthright, with the
reincarnated knowledge of many lives. I could taste her
understanding, embrace her affection and kneel before
her captivating presence. It is I was the student -
she, my Sensei.
Kissing those hot and willing lips was one thing. To
see Sally sliding her hand along Kirsten's bare leg,
then up under her skirt - was truly, something else.
The youngster merely smiled at her, wriggling-in to me
and parting her legs quite obviously to facilitate
whatever incremental deeds Sally had in mind. Never
having seen the slightest girl on girl inclination from
Sal's prior behavior patterns, this was to be a most
pleasant learning curve. I figured the very least I
could do was to gently take hold of her developing
breasts and manipulate them in time-honored lust.
'Developing;' they may have been, but what difference a
year makes! Not much smaller than her sister's had been
that day Graham brought his two young daughters to
their first Harper gathering, they now presented the
most accommodating of soft handfuls.
Kirsten squirmed with obvious pleasure as I continued
fondling her, although this must inevitably have been
heightened by whatever contact Sally's fingers had made
at sub-vaginal level. How I wanted to slip my own
fingers into that moist bear-trap, sensing however that
three participants in the general vicinity, might
definitely be construed as a 'crowd' under the
circumstances. Ultimately though, we had her teetering
on the edge of blissful indulgence - me on nipple duty
and Sally's clitoral-orientated caresses finding their
mark as it were. No sooner had Kirsten shivered her way
to orgasmic finality than a familiar voice announced
its presence.
"Afternoon Noel, seems like my youngest daughter just
can't be trusted to behave properly!
"On the contrary Graham," I smiled, "Your youngest
daughter has impeccable manners. Her beautiful sister
welcomed me back a little earlier too. You have taught
them well."
Graham was watching intently I noticed, as Sally
withdrew her hand from beneath Kirsten's short skirt.
His expression was one of unwavering approval. "This is
Sally of course, as I'm sure you remember Graham?" I
added.
"Could hardly forget," he replied. Sally just blushed.
When I came to think about their last time spent
together at Jerry's place just the other week- it was
little wonder I realised.
"Might I escort the young lady to the bar for a few
minutes?" he asked, eyes never once leaving her pretty
face.
"I think that might be in order," I replied, assisting
Sally from my lap and having some idea of what fate
might shortly befall her - the very fate she was
doubtless hoping would befall her, with some regularity
- if the truth be known. I wanted time with Kirsten
alone anyway!
Meanwhile I was afforded the pleasurable sight of
Sally's pert little bottom as it receded into the
distance, Graham's hand dropping further and further
below her waistline until it was resting improperly but
somewhat meaningfully across her rear-end itself. As
they sat down at the bar, Steve joined them, taking up
the left-hand stool. Sal was in good hands - of that I
could be sure.
"Do you still do it with your daughters Mr. Baker?"
fully brought me back to reality. Looking down at that
pretty little snub nose and enquiring expression, I
kissed her softly.
"No sweetheart," I replied, "We all made the decision
to cut that out months and months ago." I paused for a
moment. "What made you ask?" She looked almost
uncomfortable. "Oh, nothing really," she replied, "It's
just that dad still does things with Chloe and I...
well, more Chloe," she giggled, "so I was just
wondering, I suppose."
"What are saying about me Kirsten?" suddenly
interrupted my concentration. as none other than little
Chloe segregated herself from the crowd to our left.
and with the least prompting, hopped up on my knee to
join her sister. Two soft and yielding little bottoms
offered the most pleasant of external stimuli. Putting
an arm around my neck, Chloe whispered "I know
somewhere private we could all go?" She had my vote!
Might have been a smallish guest-room on the first
floor but it served our purpose. Looking back now,
everything unfolded almost to a pre-planned matrix. By
the time I had closed the door even, the two girls were
kneeling on the quilt, tigerish and in full control of
their immediate destinies. Those expressions invited
both my impending physical and emotional involvement. I
couldn't even think of them as a fourteen and eleven-
year old - simply two desirable and desirous young
women who exuded needs just as real as my own.
Being dressed each in skirts and tops was not only
exceptionally easy on the eyes but highly conducive to
digital progress, irrespective of the point of entry.
Kissing Chloe first - only because she was nearest, I
slipped a hand up beneath her hemline and laid my hand
against the inside of her thigh. It was like heated
silk there. She murmured softly and wriggled her
encouragement for me to take a more daring approach to
my task. That I took to mean a slight northerly shuffle
which brought my fingers into direct contact with her
tight little panties. "Mmmmm" issued from her lips mid
kiss. I began to rub her softly.
"What about me," pouted the little angel on my right.
Hell, my right hand was free anyway. Switching lips, I
located her central control unit without once
slackening off the contact between her sister's legs.
At this juncture, both girls were kneeling either side
of me and using their hips to maximum advantage to
ensure the applied vaginal pressure remained constant.
Both girls had their chests provocatively thrust
outwards - I ask you, at what age does sexual tease
actually kick in? More and more I'm thinking young
girls know exactly what they're doing from probably
eight or nine upwards - maybe even less. Sure they have
no experience or blueprint to follow necessarily, but
auto-pilot is fully functional. Either way, Kirsten was
as knowledgeable now, as was Marilyn Monroe when she
sang "Happy Birthday Dear President."
Speaking of my needs, which we weren't I know - but
lets now do so! I was a hair-trigger with the safety-
catch off, a tube of toothpaste someone just stood on -
Sonny without Cher! At the point I slipped my fingers
beneath both their panties, feeling my way anything but
cautiously, through the long grasses of the veldt and
towards their hot and humid little receptacles, my own
four or five inches of normality was now six or seven
inches of desperation. Perhaps eight inches of
psychotic craving.
Both girls allowed themselves to be pushed on to their
backs and giggled as I hurriedly divested them of their
(as it happened) matching blue knickers. Having no
particular wish to strip them first - more than likely
on account of the time factor, simply the sight of them
wriggling there on the bed, legs spread compliantly
with their skirts pushed up around their waists, those
sexy little ingresses open to my inspection both
visually and digitally, was more than enough of an
'arousal factor.' As I knelt between Chloe's thighs,
preparing for re-entry (well, from an earlier flight at
least) Kirsten frowned like a spoilt little brat. "You
like her best don't you?" she pouted.
I reached across and inserted a finger in her pussy up
to the knuckle. She gasped...but at least that brought
a smile. "I'll show you who I like best sexy puss, in
just a few minutes," I teased. More giggling.
Concentrating now on the task at hand - and what a task
that was - I penetrated her to a not inconsiderable
depth. Chloe knew exactly how to accommodate such
treatment and thrust her hips up to meet me. She was so
slight and delicate and yet somehow she made me feel
the one with "L" Plates. I placed my hands on her
breasts and fondled them through her top as I continued
to pump her steadily. Once that rhythm is established,
nothing short of a twelve-gauge shotgun is going to
break the cycle.
Chloe wanted it just as much as I did and began moaning
softly, oblivious I think to her little sister's
presence - certainly to the fact that she was now
beginning to finger herself, watching me fuck her older
sibling. It's a funny thing - even mindful of the fact
that one needs to preserve one's procreational stocks
for a follow-up performance, it is quite impossible to
observe such restraint. Indeed, as I felt the deadline
approaching, all I could detect was a blinding need to
fill her to the brim and this I managed to achieve.
Chloe was so spread at that moment her left leg was
lying clear across her sister's right. Damn that was so
hot!
As all girls tend to do the moment following penile
withdrawal, Chloe's hands slipped between her legs,
clutching at her vaginal opening protectively. It is
partially a reflex action as momentarily the senses are
overloaded and they cannot bear any further stimulus. I
had other stimulation right then to attend to myself.
I hadn't even noticed whether or not Kirsten had gotten
to first base herself during this interlude. I suspect
not as she was more than happy to have me penetrate her
immediately. Despite quite obviously having been an
active participant at these parties ever since we all
pulled out, she was still just so tight an entry
proposition... an in-arguable legacy of her tender
years. A combination I suppose of her youth, sexy body
and willing participation, but my full-time erection
was restored in seconds and it seemed the most natural
thing then to be taking her down the same road just
traversed by her sister. So confident was she of her
own sexuality, she even manouevered my hands until they
were resting across her own sexy little mounds.
She had no need to further encourage me. Fumbling with
her skimpy little bra as I thrust in ever deeper, I
managed to extricate both breasts which I worked free
of her top, until those erect little nipples were fully
exposed. At the point Chloe then actually leaned across
and began fondling her sister's right breast right in
front of me. I knew for sure that whatever I had left
within the storeroom was shortly to be sent out special
delivery.
"Fuck her harder," assailed my left ear.
I don't know - kids today... just no respect! The
advice though I followed and Kirsten was actually
crying out in pleasure as I careered past the finishing
line. I think there was a firework display somewhere!
Two full and very satisfied little pussies on site. I
was still lying on the bed cuddling both girls - one
either side of me, when a knock came at the door.
Tugging their skirts down, I enquired as to the
caller's identity.
"That you Noel?" came Jer's voice. "May I come in for a
moment?' I thus acquiesced!
"We were just wondering," he paused reflectively,
staring at me from the doorway, "Well, the fact is -
the guys want to know if Sally would consider being
selected for ...you know, the six-aside session after
the break?"
"Consider it?" I was thinking, I figured she'd probably
sue management if she wasn't asked!
There was obviously to be so much more to this
afternoon!
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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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