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Hotter Than Hell in Minus Five
by Peter_Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)
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Sometimes you can find yourself compromised - albeit
pleasantly compromised, by even the most unexpected of
circumstances. Just when you think life can't get much
better, a chance meeting proves you can never take
anything at face value! (MF, FFf, bi, mast)
***
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This readers should know, is the
previously unpublished thirty-first Harper Valley
episode, although admittedly not taking place in the
traditional venue one associates with other Valley
interludes.
***
Not two weeks after we all returned from LA, Jenna
bailed me up in the kitchen one Saturday morning to ask
if I had ever been to "Minus Five?" Having no idea what
she was talking about, I sought an explanation. Several
minutes after she had gushed forth as to how her
friends reckoned it was the newest and coolest place in
town - some sort of mega expensive nightclub by all
accounts... I was virtually none the wiser.
In the light of what was to transpire the following
weekend after I took Jenna there and for the benefit of
readers at this site, I will describe "Minus Five."
Conceptually brilliant, 'Five' really is the ultimate
in cool night spots. The creation of a New Zealand
businessman who opened the first venue in Christchurch
in 2004, it offers the thrill-seeker, thirty minutes
(at a time) in a literal ice-cavern. The refrigerated
premises contain a well stocked bar - made of ice, as
are the walls, floors, ceiling, seats, bar-stools,
lounges, decorations... even the glasses you sip your
cocktails from. If you are so inclined (and most do)...
you can eat the 'glass' as you drink. The place is
adorned with wonderful ice sculptures and if you think
you have been there and done it all up until now, let
me assure you, you haven't! How many of you have ever
seen a rock-band performing in Everest wear, trying to
stave off frostbite?
Sessions ($30 per person) are limited to thirty
minutes, ostensibly on account of the temperature. Up
until 6.30.p.m. children even are admitted in the
company of adults obviously. Whilst "Minus Five" is the
tag-line as it were, it is frequently colder. The night
Jenna and I were there, it hit minus fourteen according
to the wall sensors. Patrons are required to wear
protective gear including zip-up yak-hide coats, two
sets of gloves/mittens, scarves and thick shoes - all
of which management provides whilst you queue-up.
Available cocktails ($10) inside are at the cutting
edge of alcoholic mayhem. The "Husky" as it is
affectionately known, being a tossed conglomeration of
just about everything behind the bar. With a 'kick'
like battery-acid on the rocks, I had three!
Let us then return to the night in question.
Suffice to say "Minus Five" is probably the most
patronised locale in the city at the moment (and even
as you read this, management is opening three new
venues in Florida, New York and Barcelona concurrently)
Kind of an "L" shaped affair, with any more than twenty
people at a time, it tends to get quite crowded. The
Saturday night Jenna and I went there, they had perhaps
a dozen other visitors, mainly tourists.
We were perched on one of the ice-lounges chatting, me
with my second 'Husky' and Jenna striving to keep up
with her Mango creation, when our conversation was
interrupted by a heavily accented,
"Say, could you guys take a picture of us please?"
The question was delivered by a remarkably pretty
blonde, proffering me her digital camera, the other arm
around the shoulders of her equally attractive brunette
companion. Standing alongside a highly detailed ice
sculpture of the Sydney Opera House, they quite
understandably wanted one of themselves together.
"Sure," I said, handing my "Husky" to Jenna and you
have to be REAL careful holding drinks in there - they
are that slippery. Took a couple for them and handed
the camera back. "Thanks a lot," came the bubbly
Californian accent once more. I wished momentarily I
had been taking pictures of other things but managed to
quell the indecent images.
Still chatting to Jenna, I noticed our American friends
posing beside various ice sculptures further along the
lounge, each taking photos of the other. Both in their
very early twenties I would adjudge, I took pity on
them as they held the camera at arm's length trying
obviously to squeeze themselves both into the frame.
"Hold this Jen please would you?" I said, passing
across my 'Husky,' "I think they need more help."
Grateful for the assistance, they re-positioned
themselves once more for the family back home. The
smiles they were generating more than penetrated the
cold.
"Is she your daughter?" asked the blonde girl whose
name I discovered was Sandy, glancing across at Jenna
as she sipped her Mango juice with a three-way kick.
"She's very pretty."
Something in her words caused me to glance up at her.
"That she is Sandy, thanks." I replied.
I was about to hand the camera back when her friend,
who introduced herself as Erin, smiled sweetly and
asked if I could take "just one more picture" of them,
over with the 'naked guy.'
A full sized sculpture, but a couple of metres from
where Jenna was sitting, the 'guy' was indeed naked.
Not only well muscled, this icy tribute to all the
Schwarzeneggers of the world, held center stage between
the bar and the far wall. His sculpturer having spared
no detail, caused doubtless many an embarrassed "Oh
wow," from the female patrons to visit.
Handing me the camera (whilst Erin gave Jenna hers)
both girls then knelt at the foot of the statue smiling
wantonly. Not sure what Jenna was thinking - if
anything, but after we took a couple of pictures, Sandy
asked if we could engage video mode.
With seemingly practised confidence, both girls then
wrapped an arm around each leg, leant inwards and began
a simulated lick-fest of the hero's iced appendage.
Jenna began giggling uncontrollably, whilst I was
waiting for security to come and drag us all away. A
couple more girls on their iced bar-stools pointed to
our group whilst quite obviously blushing at the
unfolding drama in their midst.
Erin then pleaded with Jenna to take a few seconds'
video of herself mid 'blow-job,' which must have had my
daughter just about wetting herself. I had then of
course to return the favor, filming Sandy's undoubted
prowess with her tongue. I would have paid good money
to know what Jenna was thinking during that brief
interlude.
I figured we all needed an extended break after that,
there still being a quarter of an hour almost of our
"session" left. I asked the girls if they would like a
drink. They weren't shy let's say!
Whilst huddled up on the lounge we traded information,
discovering that both girls were from the Sausalito
area of San Fran and that they were due to fly out of
Sydney back home to the States the following evening.
Sandy, not surprisingly was a model and Erin working
for some legal firm in Oakland. In the 'looks'
department, there was nothing between them.
You know when personalities 'click.' Problem is, you
know when they MORE than click too!
To cut a long story short, they asked us if we would
like to come back to their hotel for a nightcap. I
looked at Jenna, who never having been one to shun
social convention, just smiled up at me.
"CAN we dad?" she asked.
I thought I caught a momentary glance between the other
two but could not be sure.
As it happened, they were staying at The Grace - a
rather beautifully refurbished edifice in the heart of
the city - barely sixteen minutes walk from "Minus
Five" itself.
The girls' suite was spacious and comfortable.
Returning the courtesy of their invitation, I contacted
room service and within fifteen minutes trays of
sandwiches and liquid pleasantries made their
appearance. Jack Daniels for me of course, and a pack
of Bacardi Breezers for the girls. Well OK, two packs!
I had not been mistaken earlier. A couple of times I
caught both girls off guard, looking at Jenna mid
conversation and exchanging glances that confirmed
their ...well, "mutual admiration," is the best way of
putting it I suppose. I wasn't short of a certain
"admiration" myself however, given the compelling
proximity of Sandy's short tight skirt and Erin's
plunging neckline.
"Anyone want to see a movie?" Sandy drawled
attractively right that moment. I definitely wanted to
see something - just wasn't sure quite what!
None of us having seen the "Underworld" sequel -
"Evolution," we fired that up and being unable to
efficiently and comfortably arrange one sofa and two
chairs around the wall-mounted TV, we opted for the
King Size, which accommodated four people with
consummate ease. Jenna between the girls and me
alongside Sandy.
You would think I might have learned from this
dangerously up close and personal scenario in the past.
Maybe I was just hoping!
The more werewolves bloodily despatched, the more
alcohol we consumed. "Yukky" became the girl's catch-
cry as the screen filled with digitised corpses. Still,
if one watches a film of this nature one cannot expect
to see a documentary on the lifetime achievements of
Mother Teresa.
Having ordered yet more beverages, it would be fair to
say everyone was pleasantly disposed towards life at
this juncture. Jenna and Erin especially had upped the
giggling factor considerably, with Erin more than once
making contact with Jenna's leg I noticed, when
commenting on some scene or other. Nothing suggestive
really, just girlish familiarity which in itself can be
such a tease to the onlooker. I can't speak for the
participants.
I should point out also that all three girls' skirts
were riding temptingly high above the knee as they
snuggled further into the coverlet. Sandy's especially
was taking up more and more of my sidelong glances.
We would have been more than half-way through the movie
when either the alcohol kicked-in big time or some ill-
gotten need-to-breed manifested itself into the
collective conscience on site. I had just turned to
glance at Sandy at much the same second she turned her
head my way.
There was no reason to ask permission. Sexy lips are
what they are, all you can ever do is kiss them and
hope for the best. I knew at once I had struck a rich
vein and it sure wasn't shale oil.
I heard a "Gosh dad," from the far side of the bed but
was then far too taken up with proceedings to care
about appearances. Sandy was as warm and tasty as they
come and it was the work of but a moment, to lay her
full length on the bed covers, that long blonde hair
splayed all over the pillow rather attractively. No
Playboy photographer could have done better.
Her breasts so prominently displayed at that angle, I
simply nuzzled them softly through her top which had
her wriggling pleasurably as the whimpers and sighs
gained volume. Placing my hand along the inside of her
thigh betrayed her needful compliance as she moaned
gently and spread her legs noticeably. More than
familiar with this road-map I edged on to the motorway
north.
Glancing across at the other two girls, perhaps
wondering why no further exclamations of dismay at my
blatantly sexual conduct were forthcoming, I all but
slipped off the bed.
Erin had Jenna in much the same position as Sandy and
was kissing her passionately, whilst beginning to
squeeze her breasts as might any besotted schoolboy,
given the opportunity. It was definitely stealing my
thunder.
Sandy, noticing no doubt, my momentary distraction from
the path of righteousness, glanced her friend's way
also. Smiling up at me, she whispered "Erin has a thing
for young girls... we both do actually. Does that
offend you?" I merely shook my head - this was really a
moment frozen in time!
I didn't even feel a sense of immediate loss as Sandy
wriggled her way over to Jenna, whence she began
fondling my daughter's other breast which, beneath the
somewhat tight top she had chosen to wear, was most
prominent, despite the fact that she is barely a 34 B
cup. Jenna opened her eyes to observe her new assailant
for a moment but obviously decided to go with the flow,
allowing both older girls to kiss her in rotation now.
"Are you Ok with this Noel?" Sandy muttered a few
moments later, looking back at me. "You don't mind us
kissing Jenna?" My non-verbal acquiescence took the
form of an impartial nod. It was definitely up to Jenna
to "mind" and from what I could see, that wasn't even a
consideration.
Having observed Jenna at the mercy of various oversexed
males and females at Harper Valley, you might think I
had seen it all. Let me tell you then, watching my
daughter being kissed and gratuitously felt-up by two
girls at once - neither but a few years older than her,
set a new benchmark in erotic viewing.
As Erin began to slip her hand down inside Jenna's bra,
Sandy began pushing her skirt up, well beyond any
acceptable level of decency. I have to admit to being
riveted by the sight, most especially as her panties
were forthwith on show to anyone thus interested.
Sandy was obviously keenly interested, as with one hand
on active duty, still fondling her right breast almost
lewdly, she slipped her right hand well up between
Jenna's legs and began rubbing the front of her panties
sufficiently that Jenna gasped audibly between Erin's
kisses, at the same time making a half-hearted attempt
to pull her skirt down.
Up until this moment I had managed to remain a passive,
though highly interested, let it be said, observer. At
the point however that Sandy seized Jenna's wrist and
then after wriggling her own skirt up high enough,
guided my daughter's hand up between her own legs,
facilitating contact I imagine with her own undoubtedly
hot little panties, I found it necessary to apply some
localised therapy of my own.
"She is soo sexy isn't she?" I heard Erin mutter to her
friend, breaking off from kissing Jenna momentarily.
"And she has the hottest little boobs," she smiled
lasciviously quite forgetting my presence obviously, as
she groped once more the contents of my daughter's bra.
Sandy must have flashed her a glance in my direction as
Erin immediately let out a cry of embarrassed regret.
"Ohhh, I'm so sorry," before seeing what it was I was
doing, then she half giggled. "Oh wow, doesn't look
like you mind seeing your daughter in this position
either."
I was in no position to participate in any in-depth
conversation right that moment, so I simply shook my
head and continued addressing my own needs.
Jenna I noticed, was not in need of a girl's
instruction manual either and was now actively causing
friction on some majorly interesting part of Sandy's
lower anatomy that had her wriggling her hips in
pleasure. I noted her own reciprocated fingering of
Jenna's still concealed pussy, causing my daughter's
hips to thrust up with unabashed pleasure. Both girls
were beginning to moan like alley-cats on heat.
What did that make me I was wondering?
Despite her "involvement" let's say, Sandy was actively
interested in my own ministrations and parted her legs
further I am sure, to enable me to see with total
clarity what Jenna was doing to her. I could of course
already see what indecencies she was wreaking on
Jenna's teenage body.
With the coming of my own personal little moment of
truth, having inveigled my way up close and personal to
Sandy's up-skirt attributes, I am in no way ashamed to
admit that I spurted a somewhat warm confection across
her thighs, the lower extremities of her lilac pink
knickers as well as my daughter's hand and lower wrist.
Despite her own impending "Waterloo," Jenna flashed me
a "That's so naughty dad," glance, just up front of her
own whimpers of release as Sandy's fingers I could see,
were forcing the silky material of her panties well up
inside her attractively displayed cleft.
Sandy too was skylarking up there with the Gods as
Jenna's fingers, having slipped beneath the leg of her
panties, were now manipulating it would seem, her
entire clitoral area. Her tight little blonde pubic
curls clearly visible now, only added to the highly
arousing scene being played out.
Erin meanwhile had her own program of self-help well
underway. Still fondling Jenna's breasts with rare
enthusiasm, her left hand had wormed its way beneath
the waistband of her own skimpy panties and she was
clearly masturbating herself quite as hard as the
situation demanded. Her own cries of orgasmic solace
trailed on the wind.
For a good few moments, no-one spoke. Not a lot one
could say really!
Jenna half sat upright, propped up by a couple of
pillows. "I'm sorry dad," she murmured, making decent
her hemline, as well as a few adjustments further
north.
"For what sweetheart?" I replied. "I didn't see
anything just now that warranted an apology - from
anyone." I glanced at the other two - Erin blushed
noticeably. "If anything, it was me got a little 'out
of hand' you might say." That cracked Sandy up.
"You girls just chat between yourselves," I suggested,
"I'll go fix us all a coffee." So saying, I eased
myself off the bed and headed for the mini-kitchen
where I could see a small fridge and some tea-making
equipment. I couldn't hear what was being said but I
did notice from the occasional glance, a lot of smiles
and tellingly, no inclination from any of the girls to
space themselves apart any further.
By the time I got back there with a tray, both Erin and
Sandy were huddled up around Jenna seemingly prepped
for some further girlish involvement. I say
'seemingly'... what else could you call it with both
girls taking turns kissing Jenna softly on the lips as
she lay submissively between them. In terms of sheer
erotic moments, this be assured, ranked up there with
the best of them.
As I sat down on the coverlet, Jenna sat up and
smoothed down her skirt, flashing me the prettiest of
smiles as she did so. Everyone finished their coffee in
near silence although an air of indefinable
"expectation" hung over proceedings. The two girls I
noticed continued to exchange glances with one another,
whilst Erin's arm remained locked around Jenna's almost
lovingly.
"Are you still at school Jenna?" Sandy asked quietly.
One sensed my daughter's almost shy affirmation of the
fact was much to the other two's liking. "Maybe
schoolgirls appeal to other girls as much as they do
men?" I was thinking.
Either oblivious to my presence or uncaring thereof,
Erin re-commenced kissing Jenna softly on the lips and
it is no distortion of the truth when I say that my
daughter's reaction was one of total capitulation.
Allowing herself to be manouevered back on to the
pillows, she offered not the slightest resistance, even
as Sandy began to divest her of that lacy little top,
while Erin was wasting no time unzipping her skirt.
Just moments later, Jenna lay there in simply her
matching green bra and panties - a sight it would be
worth living through six lifetimes to see. Trust me on
this!
"God Erin," I heard Sandy mutter, "Do we have to go
home in the morning?" Erin giggled and gently pulling
Jenna's hair away from her eyes, sighed as she looked
down at her. "I wish, she is soooo hot!'
I reckon she got that right.
"Can we undress her?" Erin looked up at me hopefully as
she spoke.
"Hell kids, you needn't be asking me," I replied, "It's
Jenna's call - I don't even want to be refereeing this
one!"
Finally, a gasp from Jenna as the prospect of being
stripped naked suddenly reared up as an imminent
proposition. There was time for just one cheeky "Not my
panties, nooo" before Erin had them down below her
knees, that wonderful little triangle of furred privacy
displayed to us all.
Not to be outdone in the field of sexy innovation,
Sandy had Jenna's bra unhooked and on its way to the
edge of the bed covers before Erin had even worked her
panties free of both feet. This was sheer visual
torture on a rogue scale.
In hindsight, I don't think I have ever seen two girls
consumed with lust such as were both these Californian
girls that night. Talk about a bull in a china shop -
Erin had Jenna's legs wide apart and was licking her
like a dehydrated child attacking an iced lollipop mid
summer. As for Sandy, she was rubbing Jenna's left
breast, as might an inexperienced freshman on Prom
night, while with her lips she was suckling her right
nipple rather in the manner one might expect of a
starving infant desperate for its morning starter-pack.
Jenna was moaning freely, her arms way over her head as
the two girls took their pleasures of her young and
utterly sensual body. At one stage she opened her eyes
and looking directly at me, willed me almost to share
her own pleasure. I could do nothing...this was not
about me. I could be no part of that tableaux and
strangely was quite comfortable in that knowledge. I
was to be fucking no-one this night and knew that with
absolute conviction.
I'm not even sure if I masturbated again - I think I
probably did. All I recall now is that after I moved
across to the high-back chair near the foot of the bed,
both girls began feeling Jenna up as they took turns
kissing her even more passionately. One of them would
push two fingers well up inside her pussy while the
other fondled her breasts and nipples shamelessly. That
Jenna experienced multiple rolling orgasms is beyond
question. At one stage she was literally whimpering for
their attentions.
Having perhaps some desire to level the playing-field
as it were, I could only look-on with awed reverence,
as Sandy leaned across and began actively masturbating
her friend also to the edge of sanity as she worked the
numbers with Jenna's slim and visibly trembling body.
Both my daughter and Erin reached the high plateau
together. I just hoped the walls were of a decent
thickness.
There was but one combination to satisfy.
Even as they tugged Sandy between them, Jenna
completely unaware I think that she was naked, I
watched mesmerised as they stripped her completely,
Erin more than happy to shed her clothes too at this
juncture. All those hot young breasts being communally
groped and fondled while their owners kissed, holding
each others hands occasionally in a rather touching if
not arousing display of entrenched feminine affection.
Jenna I have noticed has a particular liking for hot
young breasts (little wonder one might say, given her
own intensely desirable twin mounds) Sandy's muted
cries of satiated need, evidence if such be needed,
that their combined ministrations had pressed all the
right buttons.
The alcohol had run its course with me and even as the
three of them slid under the covers for a night of
unhinged sexual excess one assumes, I just pulled the
coverlet up over my knees and fell asleep. I didn't
find it necessary to count bra-straps let's say!
We have never discussed that night since.
(c) 2006 Peter_Pan
Extract courtesy of: "Harper Valley: A Postscript"
http://www.lulu.com/content/402381
Visit also "The World of Peter_Pan"
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
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