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Harper Valley Fallout
by Peter Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)
***
Sometimes the past comes back to haunt you. Haunting I
can deal with, it's the spectre of lost self-esteem and
unmitigated sexual debasement. hanging over the life
your own flesh and blood that warrants treading a very
careful path. One's resolve may be strong but
eternally, the spirit is weak! (MMf, ped, bi, bd, orgy,
ws)
***
Author’s Note: This is the third unrelated "incident"
that occurred following the publication of "The
Complete Harper Valley" and months after we had decided
as a family (I thought) to quit the party circuit.
***
"We hadn't planned on telling you dad." Kylie broke off
all eye contact, staring instead at the carpet.
"It's just that we're worried she's going to get hurt,"
Jenna added almost shyly, taking a hold of her sister's
hand as she spoke.
When you've just been told your eldest daughter of only
twenty, has been voluntarily spending time in the
company of at least two, if not God knows how many
middle aged men, none of whom would consider Scrabble
the most entertaining way of passing a couple of hours,
the possibilities are on the worrying side.
"How many times has she been to Warwick's place?" I
asked them in semi-desperation and thinking back now to
all the occasions recently Natalie had just glided out
the front door, giving me a quick peck on the cheek in
passing with the usual "Just going out with some
friends dad... won't be that long."
True, she had usually been back at a reasonable time -
It never occurred to me to check on it. Certainly a few
nights I recalled, it had been well into the early
hours when I awoke, hearing her car pulling back into
the driveway. I never thought twice about it. Just four
months shy of her twenty-first birthday now, she was
hardly a child any longer.
Curiously, I wouldn't even have minded particularly if
it had been George she was seeing - but Warwick and
Brad? Hardly the two I would nominate for newly
inducted members of the local Neighborhood Watch.
"Twice a week dad - at least..." Kylie answered
factually. "She made us promise not to tell you.!" That
much I could understand!
So ironic I was thinking! Was not it Natalie herself
who had been so hypercritical of my involving her
sisters in the Harper gatherings, suggesting as I
recall, the potential for long-term emotional damage
resulting from my exposing them to such sexually
unrestricted playing fields?
More than nine months had now passed since we seceded
from the group, along with George and Larissa who
incidentally was still a full-time item with my son and
who I saw on as frequent a basis as any of my own
daughters. If there was any negative and lingering
influence afflicting either Kylie or Jenna - then all I
can say is, their lives appear to be a masterpiece of
contrived happiness!
But for Jenna's wholly unplanned and one-time-only "re-
union" let's say, with Connor and Jerry in the park
that day last July, that I made oblique reference to in
an earlier published recollection, "Ghosts of Harper
Valley" and for which I hasten to add, Kylie was never
subsequently on a need-to-know basis... nothing in the
way of a trip down memory lane has ever been undertaken
by any of us.
Up until Natalie's bizzarely declared nocturnal
adventures that is.
"Just out of interest girls," I asked, "How did you
find out? I can't imagine Natalie just came out and
told you off the cuff.?"
Jenna looked sheepish. "Well actually dad, Brianna
mentioned it at school. She had no idea that I didn't
know... that we didn't know!"
That made sense admittedly. Being Warwick's daughter,
she would have to be privy to Natalie's comings and
goings, as it were, especially the former I'd say!. All
I was wondering right about then however, was whether
she too had been roped-in as an integral participant in
the evenings' entertainment. God-damn, the thought of
Natalie and Brianna "in concert" together was
murderously hot. I think I may have gulped!
"So you confronted Natalie with this, or what Jen?" I
asked her. Kylie answered for her.
"She just suspected that we "knew" I think dad. Was
weeks ago now, she just said one night "You two know
don't you? That's when she made us promise never to
tell you."
"So what made you?" I asked them.
"Well she's just going there so often now and she's
tired all the time. It's going to affect her Uni work
and like Jenna said, we think she could end up getting
hurt."
"You mean physically?" I said.
"Well maybe that too," Jenna put in.
They were both silent for a few moments. "We had to say
something dad!" Kylie muttered.
"No, you did the right thing sweetie," I answered. "I'm
just going to have to be very careful how I handle
this." I kissed them both goodnight and went back to my
own room.
Whilst I had certainly noticed she was seemingly tired
a lot these days, I had just put it down to either
boyfriends or her University work-load. Definitely not
from being on her back for hours at a time! I knew she
had loved all the attention and I was wondering now if
this was some sort of back-lash from my insistence that
she and I could no longer perpetuate what we had gotten
so used to at home nights. Perhaps emotionally and
physically she had simply been unable to quit the
Harper circus cold turkey!
Other than the tiredness however I have to say there
was no skerrick of evidence that she was in any way
unhappy or even "distracted" by the newly disclosed
events at hand. She was still my happy and supremely
well-adjusted little Natalie. I had to put a stop to it
though!
Tuesday and Thursday evenings by general consensus were
the two main nights that Natalie dropped out of polite
society. It was rumored that Saturday evenings also had
seen action of sorts but in the upshot, I saw Tuesday
as my best chance to reel in the slack.
Figuring to tail Nat after her traditional kiss and the
inevitable "don't wait up for me dad," trailing on the
wind, as she closed the front door behind her, I wasn't
expecting the other two to pounce.
"Can we come with you?" both asked hopefully, as I
pulled on my coat in the hallway.
"No, you certainly cannot," I fired back, then seeing
their bitter disappointment, added, "It's not that I
don't trust you guys but think about it - the last
thing we need is the three of you back under that same
roof. It's them I don't trust, besides this is
something strictly between Nat and me - I have to go
alone!"
They accepted my words - but they sure as hell didn't
like it!
Still vaguely hoping I suppose that I wouldn't see her
car outside Warwick's place, I was in for a major
disappointment. Nearby was Brad's 4 X 4 I noted. I
parked in a side-street, still having no real idea what
I might find or how I was going to handle this. I guess
I knew of course that she hadn't gone there for a
séance.
Atop Warwick's driveway I could see lights on in the
upper rooms. Except for the kitchen, downstairs seemed
to be in near darkness. Having paced up and down trying
most likely to engender some inspiration of sorts,
there was nothing for it but to knock at the front
door.
The last thing I was expecting to see was Brianna's
animated little face.
"Ohh, Mr Baker - what are you doing here? she smiled
prettily. I was almost lost before I got started.
Dismissing every notion that her imminent presence was
suddenly calling to mind - and that micro skirt and
tight top really were not friends to my cause let me
freely admit - I just took her hand and pulled her
outside gently.
"Brianna, look, I've come to get Natalie. I have to
take her home," I hesitated, not really knowing what to
say to her. "Kylie and Jenna told me what's been going
on - none of us knew sweetheart... I can't let this go,
you understand?"
Now she was holding my hand tightly.
"You're going to get a real shock when you go up there
you know," she whispered.
"Why Brianna?" I asked her in a semi rising panic, "How
many are up there with her?'
"No, it's not that Mr Baker, there's only dad, Mr
Archer and Mr Clarke... it's just..." she angled a
glance towards the front garden. "it's just that well,
Natalie is like mega uninhibited now - she kinda lets
them do whatever they want with her."
I was wondering right then whether I should be thankful
for small mercies, there being "only " three men with
her tonight... I was going to ask if there were ever
more, but I didn't figure I'd want to hear the answer.
"And you Brianna," I asked softly, "Do they make you do
all sorts of stuff with them too? ... with Natalie?" I
added as an intentional afterthought.
She looked trapped but just nodded.
"With Natalie?" I repeated. She nodded again! I had to
steady myself against the porch.
"So the two of you er, "mess around with each other"
right? While they watch I'm guessing?"
"They do more than watch sometimes." she giggled
unexpectedly. My education was sadly lacking I
realised. The images that admission alone was bringing
to my mind do not bear expanding upon.
"How come you're not up there with them now
sweetheart?" I asked her.
"Oh, I don't go up every time," she replied, "Just when
dad and the others want me to, besides I'm just taking
up some beer for them, I had just gone to the kitchen
when you knocked."
The perfect opportunity I realised - I could play
drink-waiter for the evening.
As it happened, the tray gave me something to hang on
to. At the point I walked into Warwick's bedroom a few
minutes later, I was in need of it. All that I am about
to describe, was imprinted on my retinas in the second
or so before my presence in the room became public
knowledge.
Given that Natalie had only arrived at the house some
ten minutes or so before me - they hadn't wasted much
time.
Still in the tasteful little light-blue outfit she was
wearing when she kissed me goodnight not twenty minutes
ago, my eldest daughter was now straddling Warwick,
who, given my near side-on view, had both his hands
down her top, groping the life out of her. Whether or
not she still had her bra on... or indeed if she was
even wearing one, I could not determine.
What I could see though, was her dress pushed right up
over her hips, those sexy black panties tugged down to
her thighs and Brad's cock taking some extreme
liberties with her rather (from my viewpoint at least)
well delineated pussy. Put plainly, he was fucking her
tail-lights out!
Pleasurable as that quite obviously was for her, to
judge by her wriggling bottom thrust upwards as far as
she could get it, I imagine the fact that she was
sucking Warwick's anything but limp appendage with
extreme vigor concurrently, was providing the host with
his own unique thrills. Jerry meanwhile had positioned
himself in the 'queue'' and was kneeling alongside the
sinful trio, wanking himself with unrestrained glee,
pausing now and again to partake of a handful of
Natalie's barely covered breasts.
With her hair flopping completely across her face,
keeping Warwick's groin warm I imagine, she was
technically, the last to see me. Jer was the first, his
expression was priceless.
"Jesus Christ Brad," he managed to get out, stuffing
his dick back into his underpants. Brad, seeing me,
simply turned grey and as if in slow motion replay,
retrieved his sticky and inflamed phallus from my
daughter's gaping vaginal slit. Even now, I can see
that shaft sliding out of her so slowly, the sound it
made at the point of exit, and the sight of her hot but
obviously sopping wet lips as they closed across the
suddenly vacated ingress. For a second or two Warwick's
hands continued to ply their digitised assault down
Natalie's top - about the same length of time as my
daughter continued to lewdly suck on his rampant
erection. Warwick's look of abject horror preceded hers
but momentarily.
Her mortified "Dad?!" was almost drowned out by Brad's,
"Fuck me!"
"Anyone for a beer?" I asked.
"Now look, don't do anything stupid," Warwick muttered,
obviously expecting me to pull out my Smith & Wesson
any moment... "Please, just listen to me for a second."
I was listening!
"Natalie came here of her own free will - none of us
have ever made her do anything, it's the truth." Jer
was nodding like one of those European dilly dally
ducks.
"I know how this must look," Brad added, "But we're not
raping her - just having a bit of fun."
"A bit of fun Brad?" I looked at him disparagingly, an
overwhelming urge to punch him out again came over me.
"Looks like a lot of fun if you ask me?"
Natalie had started sobbing - uncontrollably. I
indicated to Brad to pull her panties up if he wouldn't
mind. Then I went over to her - the others withdrawing
warily to the far side of the bed. Jerry was already
making moves towards the bedroom door.
She clung to me. "It was my fault dad," she sniffled,
"You probably know now, I've been coming over for quite
a while?" I nodded mutely.
"I don't know what made me do it. I'm so sorry, I just
couldn't stop..." She collapsed in another paroxysm of
distress and self-guilt.
After a few moments I just lifted her pretty tear-
stained face. "Look sweetheart, I didn't come here
tonight to embarrass or criticise you in any way - I
just wanted to take you home, let you know its finished
now and we can just get on with our lives. C'mon
Natalie just go to the bathroom, fix yourself up and
we'll be on our way. Giving me the biggest hug, she got
off the bed, retrieved her things and headed for the
en-suite.
As the door closed, I turned to Warwick, "I'll have the
tape too please?" He looked at me dumbfounded. "What
tape Noel?" I glanced up towards the cluster of lights
over the bed.
"Just give me the tape Warwick... OK?" He considered
proclaiming his innocence but then thought better of
it. Walking across to the built-in, he pulled open a
drawer and handed me a plain box. I put it in my inside
pocket.
"She doesn't know about it does she? Brianna either?"
His silence confirmed my suspicions.
"You shouldn't have done it guys," I told them. "It's
not your fault she came here - that was her decision...
right or wrong, but taping it all? Way wrong!" If you
got any copies - destroy them, you understand me? They
emphatically denied having any, but I would bet my life
three more tapes were dumped in the trash-can that
night.
Natalie emerged from the en-suite moments later, still
red-eyed and emotionally drained but looking more like
my happy little daughter. Said goodbye to Brianna and
let ourselves out the front-door.
I think she must have apologised another dozen times
after we got home. I just told her I loved her stupid
and I didn't want to hear another thing about it - the
episode was ended and the credits long since finished
running. Both of us however wanted closure of a
different type. Her eyes craved it and my will-power
was sorely tested. I think even Jenna and Kylie would
have understood!
The impasse passed and I left the three of them
upstairs to talk about whatever they needed to resolve
between themselves. My role was ended and the status-
quo returned to normal, hopefully for ever and a day.
Everyone had been asleep for a while when I finished
some consulting work for a couple of clients and
toddled off downstairs for a chilled OJ. On my way
back, I paused at the den. It was no use kidding
myself, I had to know!
Slipping the cassette into the player, I was ready for
anything... well except for what I saw I suppose.
Somewhat crudely edited, I figured the tape had been
cut and spliced to give the committed viewer a kind of
"Natalie's greatest performances" feel to it. All I can
say in hindsight is that if this ever reaches the
general net-surfing public, we are all going to have to
change our names and leave the country, no questions
asked. Brianna, Michelle and Louise are also going to
be shy one father each.
Compiled I would say in vague chronological order,
Natalie's somewhat shorter hairstyle in those first few
"scenes" shall we say? confirmed a 'location shoot' of
at least five to six months back, making it that much
bigger a worry.
Bereft of sound, the images told the story. Ushered
into Warwick's bedroom, only Brad was there in the
early stages. Relieved of her coat, she had on just a
normal skirt and top - nothing vaguely slutty or
suggestive. They wasted no time in kissing her and
seemingly coercing her to sit on the bed.
Brad - all hands as usual, taking early liberties
allowing his hands to caress her shoulders and after
she had sat down on the edge of the coverlet - her
thighs. Filmed from overhead, any views they may have
had of her panties in that short skirt, were not
visible, but her breasts and cleavage were shown up in
glorious undulating technicolor. I noticed Brad
glancing down her top surreptitiously, whenever she
wasn't looking at him.
Barely five minutes had elapsed and Warwick said
something and then tentatively reached forward in order
to fondle her right breast. Natalie seemed to push his
hand away but was then kissed hard by Brad whose palm
slid under her arm and across her other breast. They
had her on her back in moments.
Between them they had her skirt pushed up indecently
high soon after and now you could clearly see the lower
half of her panties... hot little red ones. As both
their hands slid up beneath her skirt, it was quite
obvious they were rubbing her pussy and judging by
Natalie's wriggling body language - she was in this for
the long haul.
With their spare hands, both now began groping my
daughter's chest, slipping their fingers imminently
down her top where they began to do seriously naughty
things with her nipples by the look of it. Whatever
other emotion was coursing through me at that stage -
self-arousal was inevitable. My mouth was dry long
before they spread her legs apart and began
masturbating her in earnest - each taking turns holding
her panties aside while the other fingered her
dexterously.
Any question as to Natalie being a willing and
complicit participant here was fully evidenced by the
fact she could be seen to voluntarily raise her arms
over her head and willingly let them kiss her as they
touched her up every which way. That they drove her to
orgasm is beyond question. She was over the line!
I hadn't even realised I had my own hand in my crotch
at that juncture. It was to be there a long time.
They stripped her of course and watching on that small
screen as my daughter's panties were tugged down and
her bra torn off in a fully undignified manner, was
somehow hotter than having seen her fondled into
submission in the real time at Harpers.
Once Natalie was naked, they shucked off their own
clothes and both took turns climbing on top of her,
after which it appears they fucked her hard a couple of
times each - just in the missionary position admittedly
but with her legs so far apart, it almost hurt to
watch. Afterwards, the camera showed her sitting up,
apparently speaking whilst patting her pussy while the
other two watched intently. In the absence of audible
dialog, one can only suppose she was making light of
the fact excess cum was seeping out of her.
Confirming that this was obviously an "early
performance," they allowed Natalie to dress almost
straight afterwards. What shocked me is that she was
prepared to kneel up there on the bed between them
fully naked still, while she retrieved her bra and
knickers before wriggling back teasingly into both.
Twice they tugged her bra down for a last fondle before
letting her gather up her skirt and top.
No more than teasing her one supposes, but before
leaving, she was put across both their knees and given
a few hot little spanks. Brad of course had to avail
himself of the opportunity and could clearly be seen
groping her breasts once more as she squirmed around on
his lap fully enjoying the attention.
God, was I hard?
Not three edited seconds later and the camera showed
Natalie once more entering the room. Removing her coat
I could see she had on her really nice (and expensive -
I should know, I bought it!) blue dress. How much later
this was after the earlier 'performance' I couldn't say
- but there was far less time wasted here on social
niceties. Quite obviously being asked to do something
by the other two, she seemed reluctant to comply. More
unclear dialog, followed by a sight that plain blew me
away.
Standing between the two of them she just raised her
arms up over her head suddenly and simply allowed them
free license to her body. Both began squeezing her
breasts lewdly whilst feeling her up from neck to knee.
As Brad, standing behind her, slid a hand down across
her bottom, smoothing across her rearward curves,
Warwick knelt down in front of her and slipped both
hands up her dress, pushing her hem up towards her
waist as he did so. This was awesome.
Whilst not particularly clear from an overhead
viewpoint, Natalie's hot black panties were exposed and
sufficiently so for Warwick to unexpectedly incline his
head and begin kissing her right flush on her pussy.
Even the rape-cam showed her whole body trembling
beneath the dual assault. Unzipping the dress from her
neck to her lower back, revealed a sexy little matching
strapless bra. Brad had his fingers inside those skimpy
cups in seconds clearly manipulating her nipples which
courtesy of spy-cam were openly erect now.
Having it seemed some pre-ordained plan, Warwick simply
tugged her panties down her legs as Brad pulled the
dress up over her beautiful shoulders. Being only five
three, they both towered over her. Standing there
shivering slightly it appeared, only that little bra
stood between her and total nakedness. It wasn't to be
a long-term prospect and at the point Brad unhooked the
tiny clasp her last vestige of modesty fell to the
floor.
Whether a planned initiative or not I couldn't say -
more like a spur of the moment decision, but Brad
simply then grabbed Natalie's arms and pinioned them
behind her. This of course caused her breasts to jut
further out, an opportunity not lost on Warwick, who
having now stood up, began pulling her nipples in
earnest. It looked at least that Natalie was genuinely
struggling.
Unzipping himself with one hand, Warwick freed up his
not inconsiderably sized member and having aligned the
point of entry, thrust hard up into her. Natalie's legs
appeared to buckle, but Brad held on tight and watched
then over her shoulder, with doubtless much pleasure as
Warwick simply took her front-on. Whilst not being able
to hear, it was obvious Natalie was crying out words of
some sort. Her breasts were free agents and arousingly
in motion as Warwick continued to fuck her in a
standing position.
No sooner had he quite clearly ejaculated a truck load
of sticky stuff up inside her than Brad turned her
round and indicated for Warwick to hold her there for
his turn. Now this time she was clearly being raped. I
could make out Natalie's mouth open in a mixture of
shock and surprise. She was struggling less though and
arching her hips more, suggesting they had hit on a
winning template. Brad needed less time to accomplish
his mission - perhaps on account of the incredibly
arousing sight of a young girl being restrained whilst
being raped at the same time. The temperature in my den
was certainly on the increase if the truth be known.
No sooner had he spurted something interesting deep
inside my daughter's most illicit receptacle and God, I
knew how good that felt, than Warwick released her arms
and Natalie just collapsed on the nearby bed, drawing
her knees up and unknowingly presenting the overhead
camera with a gilt-edged shot of her curvy hips and
well-rounded bottom. She wasn't to have much of a
respite.
Further dialog could be seen to ensue and as I slumped
deeper into the recliner, something beneath my own
zipper was desperately calling out "Sanctuary," as I
saw, but could scarce credit, little Nat kneeling now
on the coverlet, as her head bobbed up and down in
Brad's lap. Not even Warwick misbehaving badly with a
few fingers up between her own legs, could distract her
from her task.
I watched those twenty-year old breasts dance unchecked
across her chest, stilled only once in a while by
Brad's hand as he too groped her without shame. I saw
him cum for the second time that session, almost
jerking like a mechanical doll as he filled her sweet
and undeniably sexy mouth. The smile she gave him as
she looked up, just blew me away.
Repeating the performance for Warwick's benefit was
almost too hot to watch. So unhinged was his denouement
that Natalie had no hope in Hell of swallowing it.
Jerked free of her mouth, he simply spurted a stream of
milky white cum all over her face. She even rocked back
on her hips - her legs wide apart for his viewing
pleasure, inviting him to redecorate her breasts and
pussy, which with a few more filmy whitish strings, he
managed to accomplish.
I was wondering where the script-writers planned on
going from here?
Warwick left the room and Brad, fully naked himself,
lay down on the bed and drew Natalie atop him. From
what I could determine they were just kissing. Exactly
how she could bring herself to kiss that loser beats me
but I should make allowances for a young girl on heat.
Something surely must have been stirring between her
legs... .it certainly was between mine!
The first of the mega-shocks was about to kick-in.
Warwick returned but he wasn't alone. Ushered-in ahead
of her father, Brianna was shepherded towards the bed -
to the obvious full-on shock to Natalie's system.
Immediately covering her upper chest with her arms in
clear embarrassment and drawing her knees up to
preclude any possible views up between her legs not
that she had anything of course that Brianna had never
seen before. I could see her talking animatedly to Brad
and Warwick. There seemed to be a lot of giggling and
head-shaking and thus the possibilities were endless.
Brianna I should add was still in her school uniform
which wasn't exactly hard on the visuals either. Nice
short skirt, slim legs and lurking unseen rearwards, a
cute little bottom that I knew and remembered only too
well! I needed to see this more than anything.
Whilst obviously resisting all attempts to get cosy
with Jenna's best friend, I knew of course that Natalie
was far from opposed to same-sex involvement, having
observed her and her two sisters going at it in Kylie's
bedroom like there was no tomorrow. I have my
suspicions also that she and Larissa have in the past
shared more than a diplomatic goodnight kiss.
As for Brianna herself - having witnessed her genital
defilement at close range, by man woman... even pre-
teen, I knew she needed little encouragement to play
the game
"I'm no lip-reader but I'm sure I could make out Brad
mouth the words "Kiss each other girls." There were
more but I couldn't pick them up. By now though,
Brianna had knelt up on the covers and had taken
Natalie's hand, leaving her right breast exposed and
vulnerable. Leaning inwards, she kissed Natalie on the
lips and if that wasn't pre-cum suddenly leaking down
my leg it must have been dust mites on the move.
Warwick obviously figured he would get in on the action
and I saw him encircle his daughter's rib-cage with an
arm before giving her right breast a thorough going-
over. She glanced back at her father in fake shock,
pushing his hand away.
She didn't push Natalie's away though and I could but
unzip as my daughter put her delicate hand on Brianna's
other breast and begin squeezing it. More words were
exchanged and I suspect somewhat along the lines of
"Undress her Natalie."
God, watching Natalie stripping Brianna on that bed
almost brought on cardiac arrest. With one girl already
fully naked, to see them pulling each other's nipples
and watching then as Natalie pushed her hand well up
beneath Brianna's school outfit was definitely not a
sight for sane eyes. The fact that the younger girl
began to spread her legs to give Natalie better access
and knowing that she must be rubbing Brianna's panties
right the way down her wet slit, was driving me to
distraction. I had completely forgotten about the other
two.
Not that Warwick and Brad were bit players in this
little drama. Brad knelt himself down behind Brianna
and began fondling the two hot little breasts that
Natalie had thoughtfully extricated from the girl's
blouse. Warwick had gotten himself up close and
personal with Nat and was busy fingering her deeply -
well, up until the time Brianna's digits began to slide
into my daughter's pussy also. I think she reacted with
surprise at what she was finding in there... not her
father's fingers so much as the quantity of sticky cum
on site.
The picture blanked-out suddenly and after a few
seconds, refocussed on a sequence the editor had
understandably left in. Natalie lay on her back, knees
raised slightly but otherwise arousingly open and
naked. Brianna, presumably at the men's urging, fully
nude herself now, was actually climbing on top of my
daughter in the naughtiest possible position - top and
tailed. In other words, with her blonde curls well up
between Natalie's legs.
In compensation for pretty much having Natalie's body
obstructed, the viewer was treated now to a close-up of
Brianna's slim hips and curvy bottom as she wriggled
atop my daughter's chest and abdomen. It was only then
I realised I had never really had the opportunity to
watch two girls 69ing as such. I should be so
unfortunate.
Whether they had done this before or were just running
on instinct I had no way of knowing, but as Brianna
spread her legs to facilitate Natalie's tongue, whilst
delivering a similar service herself, both girls
appeared to let go of all inhibitions and were
literally crushing their pussies up against their
partner's mouth. Brianna looked as though she was
crying out in ecstasy. While Natalie was clutching
Brianna's bottom tightly and licking her from port to
stern.
I wasn't the only one maintaining a grip on themselves
as it were. The picture now showed both Brad and
Warwick having moved right alongside the girls,
masturbating themselves furiously, aiding their cause
when the urge took them, by groping either girl's
tits... whose-ever were the nearest. A short time
later, twin spurts of what I would imagine to be super-
heated cum, spiralled across Nat's shocked face and
Brianna's wiggling backside. This was the stuff of
dreams!
I cannot recall a greater release and there must have
been many candidates for the honor.
Presumably at the edited end of that session, a brief
period of blackness heralded the onset of quite another
evening. My guess would be several weeks later. Dear
God, what had passed by necessity in the interim?
It was a few moments before I could make out the full
company - at least six people that I could see. Brad,
Graham, Warwick, Connor, Jerry and Wayne. The only
thing missing was - a girl! Not twenty seconds later
however, a rotated shot showed the bedroom door open,
ushering in Natalie in her long winter coat.
Understandably I suppose, the center of attention
immediately, she was the recipient of several hugs and
kisses. I didn't see anything worse than that.
Without audible dialog it is interesting to speculate
on what was being said or orchestrated but the six men
suddenly formed a small circle around Natalie just a
few feet this side of Warwick's huge bed. It was at the
point she removed her coat that I almost slipped from
the recliner in total shock.
Standing there in one of the skimpiest and most
revealing of bikinis that any entrenched paedophile
could wish to lay eyes on, I was struck dumb. She had
quite obviously to have put that on in her bedroom here
before she left and simply covered it up with her coat.
What must she have been thinking when she said "Bye
dad, try not to be home too late," as she flitted out
that night, knowing what she had on underneath?
Whether she knew ahead of time there were going to be
six men at Warwick's that night, I can't ever know, but
the tape offered little suggestion that either she was
surprised by the numbers or even intimidated by them.
Standing there giggling by all appearances and
completely at the mercy of six adult male's fantasies,
they appeared to close ranks around her and I could see
clearly hands beginning to fondle her breasts, arms
slipping around her fully naked waist, hands dropping
lower to cup her sex greedily. Brad I could see was
slipping his fingers down the back of her bikini pants
quite obviously having a comprehensive feel of her bum.
Others were kissing her passionately - she must have
been so hot!
The circle backed off and some of them were clearly
talking to her - asking something. I watched as my
daughter submissively got down on the carpet on all
fours, her breasts in that position just about hanging
free from the bikini I would imagine and those skimpy
red pants stretched taut across her now well elevated
bottom. Connor was the first to break the circle and
moving up behind her, knelt down and just began rubbing
her backside softly --feeling his way around the
curves, one hand slipping suddenly between her legs as
she knelt there. I wished I could have seen her face
clearly.
I watched mesmerised as he undid the little bows
holding her top together before pulling it free and
letting it fall to the floor. Several men then moved in
and began fondling her breasts wantonly - others
kneeling down and kissing her again. Connor just
crouched behind her, tugged her bikini pants right down
and pulling out his not inconsiderable erection, pushed
hard into her. Still on her knees, she let him fuck her
like that, clearly pushing her hips back to accommodate
his thrusts. He had a hand on either hip and was
getting maximum penetration as could be seen.
Even without sound, it was evident at the point he came
in her, His repeated thrusts had caused her to kneel
there now right down on her forearms - as complicit a
sexual partner as one could wish for. No sooner had he
finished than Brad replaced him and he took her down
the hard road, holding her around the waist whilst
thrusting into her big time.
One after the other - she had no respite. By the time
Jerry was up, she was just kneeling there, legs way
apart, bottom suitably elevated and giving every
appearance of begging for it. Those having completed
their tour of duty earlier, were either wanking
themselves to nirvana, or pulling her nipples with
unchecked abandon.
After all six had taken her, they pulled her to her
feet and tossed her on the bed. Brad retrieved her
bikini pants and had her pull them back on. They left
her topless however, more than likely because all then
took turns sucking her breasts and molesting whatever
they were of a mind to molest. Nat certainly didn't
seem to care a whole lot.
That appeared to change though at the point Connor, I
think it was, began asking her to do something that was
not immediately obvious. A couple of them began rubbing
her pussy through that tiny bikini and it dawned on me
what they were trying to get her to do - masturbate
herself in front of them all.
Can't say what logic or persuasive powers they used,
but I was beyond awestruck when she just suddenly stood
up on the quilt, teasingly eased her pants down,
revealing to her vitally interested audience a fully
shaved pussy (which I had never known her to have...
.talk about coming prepared!) which she then began
rubbing softly. Using both hands she slipped two
fingers inside her vagina and began frigging herself in
awesome wide-screen color.. The whole assembly was
riveted by the performance and most extricated their
erections and wanked along with her, myself included.
What else could you do?
That she brought herself off cannot be in doubt. Her
whole body shook as the orgasm took its toll of her
vaginal area. She was even pulling her own nipples in
ecstasy as the pleasured waves washed over her. There
was quite a deal of airborne cum also, so I would be
estimating Warwick had a fair bit of dry cleaning to
attend to later.
I would have thought this might have lessened the
group's ardor for all things debauched but in fact it
seemed to catalyse the assembly into yet more practical
applications. Natalie was obviously there to be fucked
and that reluctantly is the truth of the matter.
Sitting neatly on the bed now after her strenuous and
highly visible work-out,, both arms around her knees,
Natalie was pulled across first one lap and then
another, allowing herself to be openly kissed and
fondled by some, fully penetrated by others. Some
tableaux were quite inventive.
Whilst seated on Wayne's lap for instance - her back to
him, both his hands clearly rubbing and squeezing her
breasts and nipples rather obscenely while she wriggled
about, her bottom doing wonders for his dick one
assumes, Connor knelt down right in front of her on the
quilt and extricating his still actively interested
seven inches or so, managed to get it in her front on,
proceeding then to fuck her hard up against Wayne's
chest. What I would have given for a Dolby soundtrack!
Having been passed around and fucked yet again by most
everyone, including a session on the coverlet when she
just got down on her knees and elbows again, bottom
high in the air, clearly encouraging anyone of a mind
to, to fuck her for as long or as hard as they wished,
the party began to break up. Not a man there could
possibly have had more than a thimbleful of cum left in
reserve, the majority of it either inside Nat's hot and
stretched little pussy or adorning her face, breasts,
bottom or thighs somewhere. The last scene on that
session showed Natalie sliding off the bed having
retrieved her bikini remnants and heading for the
bathroom.
Simply knowing that she must have come home that night
stockpiled with cum and just clad in a skimpy (and
slippery) little bikini beneath her winter coat,
completely fractured my sanity. I would be betting her
fingers had free license that night after she went to
bed.
It was way past 2.30.a.m. by this time - I wasn't sure
how much more of Natalie's sexual debasement I could
take. Besides I had already come twice myself, which in
many ways branded me as an accessory to my daughter's
ultimate humiliation. - however much she was a willing
party to it.
I figured I'd watch one more "session" before turning
in.
Suddenly assaulted audibly by a cacophony of sounds -
rustles and people murmuring, I realised that Warwick
must have upgraded his spy-cam. Jesus Christ, what was
I going to hear?
I could make out five people this time, but aside from
Warwick and Jerry, I didn't recognise anyone. They
weren't Harper fathers as far as I could tell. The
scene broke up and was restored at the point I saw
Natalie arrive. Dressed in tight jeans and a loose top
- this was definitely a new look for her. She looked so
small though in the company of those men, most of whom
were well over six foot. I have to say with her hair a
little longer, a hint of mascara and lipstick, some
pretty earrings and glossed nails - she was every man's
dream.
I heard one of the men introduced to Natalie as "Bill,"
another "Jim,"... couldn't get the third name.
"Anyone got any special "requests," Warwick asked the
group.
"Yeah," replied the one I heard referred to as "Bill,"
"I'd like to put her over my knee and spank her butt."
I saw Natalie shaking her head.
"C'mon little lady," Bill was saying, "Park yourself
across my knee here," he sat down in a nearby chair
grinning. "All little girls your age like a spanking -
just through your jeans love," He patted his knee.
Coerced by the other four, I watched as Nat caved-in to
public demand and draped herself rather prettily across
the man's knee. He rested a hand on the seat of her
pants. "That's one hot little tushy," he laughed,
patting her there exploratorily.
The first couple of smacks were lightweight, although
Natalie yelped and wriggled. The third was way harder
and Natalie's "Owwww" was no exaggeration I suspect. He
definitely liked paddling young girls! Watching her
taut little bottom bouncing around beneath his hand was
doing wonders for most every one I imagine.
"That's enough," Nat cried, "It's hurting me." Grabbing
her shoulders suddenly, Bill called out to his
audience, "One of you guys - pull her jeans down would
you? I want to spank her on the panties."
There were no shortage of takers and loosening her belt
beneath her, Jerry and the other guy, managed to tug
her jeans down below her bottom while she wriggled
frenetically on Bill's lap.
"That's better - sexier too," he grinned, leering now
at her tight little black panties as they clung to her
in all the right places. He delivered two impressive
spanks to her firm cheeks.
"C'mon that's really stinging," Nat yelped, fully aware
of course that every eye in the place was zeroed-in on
her sexy little backside. Bill delivered three more
hard spanks before letting her up. She pulled her jeans
up, rubbing her bottom furiously. If I knew Natalie -
it had turned her on unbearably.
"Strip to your panties love," asked Jim hopefully.
I could hardly believe it... he didn't even have to ask
her twice. Standing near the bed, she undid the buckle
once more, tugged her zip down and wriggled out of her
jeans right there in front of them. "
"Your top too sweetheart," added Warwick. At the point
she discarded that also, she was just standing there in
her matching bra and knickers swaying slightly - five
pairs of eyes stripping her completely no doubt, if not
worse.
Let's see your tits honey," muttered Jim, one hand
already idly caressing his crotch area. The fact hadn't
escaped Natalie I would suggest.
With noticeable hesitation, she undid the clasp behind
her back, slipped the straps down her arm and teasing
everyone unmercifully, gradually exposed her breasts
and nipples. As the tiny bra fell to the floor she held
her hands across her chest.
"None of that sexy," called out Bill from across the
room, "We want to see your nipples girl.
As she dropped her arms, a collective gasp went up
around the room. With good reason I can vouch!
"Turn around for us love," someone said. I couldn't
make out who.
As she turned around slowly, obviously quite
comfortable with her risky predicament, the full
arousing beauty of her feminine shape was displayed for
all to see. Beautiful curved waist, flared hips, tight
little ass and most beguiling of all, her proud, though
quite small breasts and semi-erect dark brown nipples.
Someone whistled. I would have to have fucked her
myself if I had been there.
"Let's get her panties off," suggested Jerry - I think
it was!
"She got as far as mouthing the word "Nooo" but by
then, they had seized her around the waist, someone was
holding her arms while Jim and the other un-named guest
began tugging her panties down to her ankles. In a
moment she was completely naked.
There was to be no more orderly behavior.
Dropping to their knees, Jerry began kissing her flush
on the pussy, while Bill was lovingly caressing her
backside and slipping a finger up into some place I
don't think he should have! Warwick was kissing her
lips, one hand groping her left breast while, from what
I could see, Mr Whatever-his-name-was, was kneading her
right breast and feeling his way down the flat of her
abdomen to some seriously interesting features. Jim
meanwhile, obviously a legs man, was feeling his way up
the inside of her thighs in no great hurry. I was
interested to see what might happen when they all
arrived at her pussy at the same moment - including
Jerry's lips.
If you have the slightest idea how aroused this was
making me - well no, you couldn't have. We're talking
total loss of speech here, catatonia, early Alzheimers!
No one could watch their daughter being so crudely
fondled and molested, without totally losing it.
Easing her on to the bed - well they had to really,
Bill was in no condition to take things slow and easy.
"Hold her legs wide," he said to no-one in particular,
before shucking off his pants and kneeling between her
splayed opening, that as it happened, Jim and Warwick
were now in charge of. Pushing himself hard into her,
the other four watched mesmerised. Natalie simply made
a noise like "Ohhh" before settling back and letting
the man have his turbo-charged way with her. He fucked
her with a capital "F." It looked to me almost as if
she were crying although even then I suspect it would
have been in ecstasy rather than pain.
Both breasts were bouncing around freely as he pumped
her, well up to the point two of them leaned forward
and began suckling her at the same time. I would be
prepared to swear I heard her give several little gasps
of pleasure right at that juncture.
Speaking of pleasure, Bill most assuredly had his.
"God what an awesome fuck," I heard him enunciate, as
he began donating his seed to the four winds inside
her. Even as he withdrew, Natalie made no pretense at
closing up her legs. Well you can understand that I
suppose - under the attending circumstances!
Warwick ditched his nipple-sucking activities and
having extricated his penile instrument, knelt between
my daughter's legs looking for the exact right entry-
window. The sexy smile Natalie gave him at that moment
made me sick. Warwick of all low-lifes. Still, as I
said earlier, I suppose when you're a young girl on
heat, getting yourself routinely fucked by an
appreciative audience, a cock's a cock - whoever the
owner.
Although having obviously fucked Natalie many times
before, Warwick showed no hint of boredom. In fact - if
the truth be known, he had her crying out in passionate
appreciation of what he was doing to her. Oblivious I
would say to all the other hands caressing her hips,
her tits ..even her hair, she left no one in any doubt
- Warwick especially, at the point she began literally
screaming... "Fuck me harder... harder!!" I splattered
the arm of the recliner for the third time that night!
Incredible as I found it... no one yet had wanked over
her. More than likely, they were all saving it for
their own big moment.
Jerry was about to have his.
Now I know Jer had always harbored extremely hot
fantasies about Natalie - even before he met her.
During our closing weeks of Harper Valley, somehow he
never had much in the way of opportunity to indulge his
dreams with her. Tonight was to be pay back!
With cum leaking freely out of her pussy now - an
aspect well covered by the overhead spy-cam
incidentally, she looked mildly surprised when after
replacing Warwick, Jerry took a hold of her wrists and
pulled her up to a sitting position (Did that highlight
her cleavage or what??) before coercing her to get on
her hands and knees for him right in the middle of the
bed. Can you grasp how hot that looked and what that
must have been doing in terms of the men's
testosterone.
All of them took turns at smoothing their hands over
her bottom while she wriggled there, wholly submissive
and utterly compliant. Jim and Warwick took the
opportunity to cup her breasts and to knead both
nipples as they must have been hanging down there in
visual splendor.
Jerry spread her legs but a fraction more, then just
slipped in to her with all the ease one would imagine a
sopping wet, stretched and three-quarters-filled pussy
must offer. I could see Natalie tossing her head back
in acute pleasure as she was taken to the heights.
Gripping her tightly around the bottom, he literally
rammed it hard up inside her. His own grunts were
clearly audible as were Natalie's cries of unhinged
pleasure. I was expecting her to pass-out at any
moment.
"Fuck Natalie, you and your sisters re the sexiest
little girls on the planet" he mumbled, not ten seconds
before he blew his every last sperm deep inside her.
Natalie herself was just bucking with pleasure and
thrusting back now fully uncontrollably... despite the
fact Jer had long since finished. Gripped by her own
orgasm she tossed her head from side to side and cried
out for him to keep going. Just as well there were
still two more sperm-banks- in-waiting queued up.
Mr-Whatever-his-name, had his own preferences, and I
have to say from the "complete voyeur's" viewpoint they
weren't half bad.. Kissing Natalie as he manipulated
her once again on to her back she was hot for it even
before he penetrated her. Completely willing to be
fucked in any position now, she just lay there
breathing heavily as he grasped her legs beneath her
thighs, pushing them up and backwards until her knees
were almost pressing against her breasts, her bottom
sat there unprotected and vulnerable while her pussy
was now a gaping chasm... .even from overhead.
"I'm going to soo fuck you sweetie," I heard him say as
he moved in, holding his engorged cock like a battering
ram - one that would inarguably have brought the walls
of Troy to their knees.
In hindsight, I don't think she had been fucked like
that before. Many girls say that it makes them
enormously sensitive and that it feels more submissive
than any other position. Judging by the cries of
unadulterated pleasure from both of them --that belief
may have some credence. With her hair dripping wet from
the exertion, I could see just how far he was entering
her... you could actually hear it too.
Forcing her legs back even further, her breasts and
cleavage slick with sweat now, she was just a rag-doll
as he fucked her almost into unconsciousness. The other
four sat there almost speechless watching the spectacle
unfold. I wasn't sure whether I should be crying or
wanking at the sight. In the upshot, I did neither,
choosing simply to watch my daughter receive the
fucking of her young life.
If the volume of cum is directly proportionate to the
time expended delivering it - then I think he pumped
some one hundred liters into her! Letting her legs down
gently and withdrawing his cock from her procreative
channel, no-one said anything much. I think everyone
could count though and Jim was up whatever way you cut
it!
Well, Jimbo likes fucking girls in their panties -
nothing wrong with that either, I find it ultimately
rewarding myself. Panties mind, not a g-string. Having
been tossed a towel by some thoughtful onlooker, she
wiped her face and breasts to remove the excess
dampness before wriggling back into her panties for her
last partner. After a re-think, he wanted her bra on
too. so she hooked that up for him as well.. How hot
did her tits look just partially encased in those
skimpy little cups.
Seeking no more than the conventional missionary
position, he seemed to take inordinate delight in
playing with her panties. Firstly having her lie on her
tummy so he could pull her knickers down marginally and
just stare at her sexy little cleft. He then allowed
his fingers to inch their way beneath the legs of her
panties and feel up that rather delicate area just
slightly south of her pussy and the other place. I
could swear this was doing wonders for Natalie's libido
also.
Flipping her over, Jim began rubbing her pussy hard
through the sheer material encouraged by her hip
movements and tendency to move her legs apart slightly.
He began fondling her breasts which made Natalie gasp
and squirm.
"For God's sake fuck the girl Jim," Bill called out to
him.
Holding his erection, which was not huge by any means
so far as I could see, he then knelt down, placed a
cushion beneath her bottom to elevate her pussy, and
taking a hold of her panties, drew the material to one
side which gave everyone a somewhat arousing view of
Natalie's very naughty ingress. Already she was moaning
like an entrenched slut and was more than hot for it.
Pushing into her, he released her panties which made no
difference to his continuing penetrations. Fucking her
gently but consistently, he began pulling her bra
straps down her arms slowly un-encasing her hot little
globes. I could see her watching his every move with
pleasured appreciation. As both nipples were exposed,
she let out a small yelp of fake-shock which only
encouraged him further. Tugging her bra right down now,
he exposed her breasts in their entirety as he began
fucking her harder, while squeezing and rubbing her
tits with relish.
I couldn't hear what he was muttering as he worked his
mission, but I caught the odd words "dirty slut," "hot
little cunt," you get the general idea I think!
At peak revs now, he had her shivering and pleading.
Just how full of cum that hot little pussy must already
have been, I was thinking. He aimed to fill the thing
to overflowing it appeared. Driving himself hard into
her. Natalie's hands were up over her head now as she
approached her own release once again.
It was a doozie - for both of them. Not content with
filling her "hot little cunt" as he so eloquently put
it, he managed to squirt such residual cum as he
possessed all across the front of her panties. It
looked quite sexy too as I recall.
It was now only a matter of an hour or so before
daylight. I had to get some sleep so reluctantly I
ejected the cassette pending its further evaluation.
How much was I tempted to find my way to Natalie's
bedroom? You have no idea!
Fact is, I did run the rest of the tape a couple of
nights later. I don't think though, I could ever bring
myself now to divulge its contents. To say she was
introduced to "the dark side" is to graphically
understate the unrelentingly grim sexual exploits she
was subjected to in those coming weeks.
(c) Peter_Pan 2006
Author’s Note 2: A sequel of sorts to this
recollection, entitled "Echoes of Watergate" has been
completed and will be included in the forthcoming book
"Harper Valley: A Postscript" due for release July
2006. More information closer to the date will be
published on the Harper website:
http://www.geocities.com/worldofpeter_pan/HV_Blog.html
"The Complete Harper Valley" meanwhile is available at:
http://www.lulu.com/content/106537
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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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